Title: Hotlanta
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Nick/others & Gil/Nick

Nick walked out of the conference room into the crowded concourse of the convention center. He had arrived in Atlanta last night and was up bright and early this morning for his first class. He really enjoyed the continuing education classes that he had to take every year, even though the rest of his teammates hated them. Nick loved learning new things, new techniques and seeing the latest advancements in technology.

He walked with the flow of others exiting the class until he got to the main lobby. With a glance at his watch and Nick knew he had time for a quick lunch before his next class. Ducking into the hotel's restaurant, he waited for the hostess to seat him. He used that time to observe the other patrons and the layout of the large restaurant. As hotel restaurants went, it wasn't overly fancy. Nick knew that fancy usually meant expensive and he only had so much money per day from the State of Nevada, so he tried to cut corners whenever he could.

The attractive hostess showed him to a table near the wall of windows overlooking the lawn. She smiled warmly at him and he gave her his best Texas smile.

"Your waitress will be right with you, Mr. Stokes." She said with a warm, southern accent.

For a second, Nick wondered how she knew his name, but then he looked down and saw the nametag pinned to his shirt.

"Thanks." Nick picked up his menu as she walked away.

After ordering, Nick opened his notebook and read over the notes he had taken this morning. He was hoping to talk Grissom and Ecklie into approving some new equipment that would make identifying trace faster and easier.

He heard the approach of his waitress with his lunch and closed his notebook. He smiled up at her as she sat down his plate.

"Will there be anything else?"

"No, thank you. I'll be fine." Nick assured her and as she walked away, he noticed another man sitting alone two tables over. The man was striking with dark hair, slightly graying at the temples. He looked to be in his mid-fifties. He must have felt Nick's eyes on him because he looked up and their gaze locked. Nick felt his mouth go dry. He was looking into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. Must be contacts, he thought. Giving the man a slight nod, Nick ate his lunch.

After he finished and left a nice tip, Nick stood to leave. He passed by the other man's table on his way out.

"Enjoy your class?" A southern drawl that made Nick's accent sound like a Yankee stopped Nick.

"Yes. Were you in it too?" Nick asked.

"Yes." He stood and extended his hand. "Tim Woodham. Georgia Department of Forensic Science.

Nick took the offered hand and returned the firm handshake. The name sounded slightly familiar to Nick, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Nick Stokes, Las Vegas Crime Lab."

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Stokes. Perhaps later on, you'll allow me to show you my fine city. We have a exciting nightlife in Atlanta."

"I don't know." Nick flushed. Was this man asking him out? No, Nick was just imagining things. Surely he wouldn't approach a complete stranger and assume that he was gay. Nick wasn't gay. Really, he only liked sex with men on occasion. Just to experiment, at least that is what he told himself.

"Think about it and if you decide you want to go out tonight, give me a call." The man held out his business card and Nick took it and slid it into his pocket without looking at it.

"Sure thing. Now, I've got to get to my next class." Nick said nervously.

"Nice meeting you, Mr. Stokes." Tim Woodham said with a slight nod of his head.

Nick walked away and as he passed through the lobby, he took the card out of his pocket.

Tim Woodham watched the attractive man from his vantage point near the door of the restaurant and smiled to himself as he watched Nick take his card out.

Tim Woodham was the speaker at Nick's next class. As he took the podium, he made sure to make eye contact with Nick. He wanted the younger man, very badly. He wondered if he would get his wish.

Nick stared disbelievingly at Tim Woodham. When he cleared his throat, the room quieted down. Nick looked down at the handouts already at his table.

Dr. Tim Woodham, Forensic Pathologist, author of....Nick counted the titles...fifteen books. Nick had two of them on his bookcase at home, no wonder the name sounded familiar. Nick was a bit awed by the man at the podium.

Two hours later, Nick was more than awed by the man. He was fascinated. Nick had been so drawn to what the man was saying, that he hadn't even taken any notes.

After Dr. Woodham closed out his lecture, the others in the room filed out. Nick waited and watched as the doctor collected his books and notes. When he had them all in his briefcase, Nick approached him.

"Dr. Woodham?"

Tim Woodham had been aware of Nick waiting and had deliberately taken his time packing up his things, assuring that they would be alone.

"Mr. Stokes. Did you enjoy my lecture?"

"Very much." Nick paused, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"Perhaps we could discuss my lecture over coffee?" Slow, Tim told himself, move slowly with this one.

"That would be great." Nick smiled broadly.

Nick let Tim lead the way out of the lecture hall and they chatted about the hotel, other classes that Nick was planning to attend and other generalities until Tim lead them into a small coffee bar off of the main lobby. It was crowded, so Tim suggested that they get their coffee and take it outside.

They sat at one of the patio tables near the pool, which was strangely empty for a June afternoon.

Nick had lost all his shyness at meeting the author of so many books and was asking question after question. Tim was pleased to answer every one of Nick's questions and had a few of his own about some of Nick's more interesting cases. Nick was startled to find that they had spent almost two hours talking.

"I'm sorry, I've just monopolized your afternoon." Nick stood up.

"No. I've had a marvelous time. It is so nice to meet someone who is actually interested in what I do, most of my friends find me very boring."

"I doubt that." Nick smiled down at the man still seated at the table.

"Nick, before you leave, I would like to ask if you've thought about my earlier invitation?"

Nick's palms began to sweat. He did find this man very attractive and spending an evening in his company wouldn't be a hardship.

"Sure. I can meet you somewhere, if you'd like."

"No, I'll come pick you up. Don't dress up, what you are wearing is fine." Tim finally stood up. He looked at his watch and pursed his lips. "Would 6:30 be okay?"

"That'll be fine. I'm in room 432." Nick shook the man's hand again and was surprised and a bit turned on, when Tim held his hand longer than necessary and gazed into Nick's eyes.

Nick turned and strode rapidly into the hotel. Tim watched him with predatory eyes until he was completely out of sight.

Nick's last class of the afternoon flew by and Nick was glad it was over.

He entered his room and looked at the clock on the nightstand. He had enough time to shower. He kicked off his shoes and socks, and soon he was naked letting the hot water run down his body. His thoughts kept going to the green-eyed, older man and his cock hardened at the thought of spending time with him. Nick closed his eyes and stroked his cock, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He felt his orgasm building and his other hand reached down and gently squeezed his balls. He came in several short spurts, his semen running down the drain. He leaned against the cool tiles until his rapid breathing slowed somewhat. Once he turned off the taps and dried off, his breathing was completely back to normal.

Nick decided to shave, even though he had done so that very morning. He splashed on a bit of aftershave and dressed in a pair of his tightest jeans and a pale yellow oxford shirt. Looking in the mirror one final time, he sat down to wait.

At 6:25, there was a knock on Nick's door. Nick was suddenly very nervous. What if he had been reading this whole thing wrong and tonight was going to be just two men with similar interests spending an evening together. What if Tim wasn't interested in Nick as a man? Nick wished he had 'gaydar'.

Tim was dressed very much the same as this afternoon, but Nick could tell that he had also taken a shower and shaved, by his slightly damp hair and the small nick on his chin.

"I know I'm a bit early, but I figured that you were a prompt person and would be ready."

"That's fine. I'm ready to go." Nick said, pulling his door shut behind them.

"I thought we would have dinner at "Pitty Pat's Porch". It's an old Atlanta favorite, and I think you'll like it. Then after dinner, there's this private club that I want to take you too."

"Sounds good."

Tim's car was a Mercedes convertible and once they were buckled in, Tim put the top down. He left the hotel's parking garage and soon they were speeding through downtown Atlanta.

Tim looked over at Nick and smiled. "You're a very attractive man, Nick. I hope you don't mind my saying that to you."

"No. I mean...thank you. I think you're...attractive too." Nick blushed and Tim laughed.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, what do you say we have a fabulous evening?" He reached over and patted Nick's upper thigh, so close to his crotch that the man's thumb grazed across Nick's zipper. Nick let out a small gasp.

"Sorry, too much, too soon?" Tim looked across at Nick.

"No. Not really expecting it, that's all." Nick self-consciously rubbed his palms on the denim material of his jeans.

Tim gave him a warm smile and said softly, "I hope you'll be expecting a lot more before the night's over."

They did not speak again until Tim found a parking space about a half block from the famous restaurant.

Dinner was terrific and conversation flowed easily. At one time during the dinner, Nick mentioned Gil Grissom and Tim told Nick that he and Gil had known each other a long time ago. That they had even worked on a project together. Nick was interested in this piece of information and questioned Tim about the project and a younger Gil Grissom.

Tim picked up on the crush that Nick had on Gil Grissom and wondered how Grissom would react if he found out that Tim had fucked Nick. 'I'd love to be a fly on the wall.' He thought with a wry sense of humor.

Tim paid the bill for dinner and Nick thanked him for the wonderful meal. The two men exited the restaurant and began the short walk to the car.

"So, what kind of club are you taking me too?" Nick asked.

"It's a gentlemen's club, only gentlemen." Tim said.

"A gay bar?"

Tim threw his head back and laughed. "Yes and no. I think you'll like it. Members have certain privileges, and the higher your membership level, the better the privileges are."

"Give me an example." Nick was very curious.

"The first floor is just a bar with a nice dance floor. The second floor is private guest rooms that are few for certain members. The other floors have various toys and games for anyone's tastes."

"Sounds nice." Nick was being polite, but the thought of private rooms and toys and games made him nervous. He had been with men before, but it was usually just blowjobs and anal sex. He wasn't sure he was into anything kinky.

They arrived at the car and after they got into the convertible, Tim leaned over and cupped his hand behind Nick's neck, bringing his face close enough to kiss. He whispered, "I want you, Nick. I can't wait to see you without these." With that comment, his other hand cupped Nick's crotch and gave it a little squeeze. Nick moaned and when he opened his mouth to speak, Tim's mouth came down on his and Nick's mouth was invaded by Tim's probing tongue.

The kiss lasted until Nick's cock was hard and throbbing against the fly of his jeans. Tim leaned back into the passenger seat. His breathing was rapid and Nick couldn't help but look down to see if Tim was equally affected. Nick was satisfied to see that the front of Tim's khaki pants was bulging.

Tim started the ignition and they sped onto the busy street. Tim didn't even put the top down this time. Both men appeared to be deep in thought.

Nick wanted to ask Tim to just take him back to the hotel and fuck his brains out, but he didn't want to ruin things, especially if Tim was really looking forward to this club thing.

Tim was very excited at Nick's response to his kiss and knew the rest of the night would be very exciting. He had Nick Stokes right where he wanted him.

The club was set right off of Peachtree Avenue in an older federal style building that was five stories high. After parking, Tim led Nick to the front door, which was leaded glass. There was a card reader next to the door and Tim slipped a card out of his wallet and inserted it into the reader. There was a slight buzz and click, and then Tim opened the door.

Once inside, Nick took in his surroundings. At the entrance was a small desk and a small framed man was sitting at it. He wore a suit and smiled at Tim.

"Mr. Woodham, nice to see you tonight. You've brought a guest, I see. Could you sign him in?"

"Hello, Mark." Tim smiled and bent down to take the pen and printed Nick's name in a ledger.

"Have a good evening." Mark said with a wink and smile at Nick.

"Let's start with a drink to loosen things up." Tim suggested and led the way to the bar. The bar, Nick noted, was small but very well stocked. The bartender was an extremely handsome man and he wore a white tuxedo shirt with black bowtie.

"Why don't you go find a table while I get our drinks? What would you like?"

"A beer is fine." Nick said and wondered over close to the dance floor to a group of small tables. The place was not overly busy and no one was on the dance floor. Several of the tables and couples and in some case three people sitting at them. The music was soft and classical.

Tim placed his order and slipped the bartender a $100. The bartender nodded and Tim saw the pill drop into Nick's beer. Tim didn't believe in drugging someone to have sex with him. He knew he could have had Nick in the car if he had wanted to, but he wanted Nick to be nice and relaxed, to let his inhabitations go. Just from the small amount of time he spent with Nick, Tim knew that Nick wasn't a man of the world when it came to gay sex. Tim wanted Nick to enjoy his first experience with some of the more kinky aspects of sex. The small pill was just a little something for anxiety.

Tim and Nick sat for a time and talked. Nick asked more questions about the club and Tim answered them evasively. Finally, Tim stood up and held out his hand for Nick.

"Let's go upstairs." Nick stood and allowed Tim to pull him towards an elevator that was tucked out of sight behind the back wall of the dance floor.

Once they were in the elevator, Tim pushed the button for the second floor. Nick remembered that Tim had said those were the private rooms.

"Don't be nervous." Tim whispered.

Nick managed a weak smile.

The doors opened into a darkly paneled hallway with maroon carpeting. There were several open doors and a few closed ones. Tim gently pushed Nick into one of the open doors. Inside was a king size bed, neatly made and a chest of drawers. There was a dimmer switch on the wall and Tim played with the light so that there was still plenty of light to see, but it wasn't harsh.

Tim turned Nick to face him and began unbuttoning Nick's shirt. "I've been wanting to do this since I saw you in the restaurant."

Nick licked his lips nervously.

"Relax, Nick." Tim had undone the last button and pushed the shirt off Nick's shoulders and the shirt fell to the floor. Tim picked it up and neatly folded it and placed in on the chest of drawers. His hands reached for Nick's belt and he unbuckled it, he paused and took a moment to rub his hand over the crotch and felt Nick's flaccid cock lengthen. When he was convinced that Nick was getting into it, he unbuttoned and unzipped Nick's jeans.

"Take them off for me." Tim said huskily.

Nick toed off his shoes and reached down to pull off his socks. The jeans soon joined the shirt. Nick stood in black boxer briefs, the outline of his hard cock straining against the cotton material. A spot of moisture was evident at the head where pre-cum had leaked.

Tim reached for the waistband of Nick's briefs and pulled them slowly down, revealing his cock.

"Nice." He whispered as he wrapped his fingers around it. "Perfect."

He stroked Nick's cock until the pre-cum wet his hands. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. Nick moaned and watched with fascination.

"Get on the bed, Nick." Tim's voice was commanding, but soft.

Nick sat down on the bed. At Tim's silent urging, Nick lay back and moved over so Tim could sit beside him.

"Masturbate for me."

Nick opened his mouth to protest, but Tim's hand came up and pinched his nipple. He gasped at the pleasure bordering on pain.

"Do as you're told and I promise you that we'll both enjoy ourselves immensely tonight."

Nick suddenly felt very relaxed and at ease, so he brought his hand up and began sliding his hand up and down the length of his shaft.

"Yes, that's it. Beautiful." Tim murmured as he watched.

Nick closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of pleasure. Meanwhile, Tim had stood and removed his shirt, shoes and slacks. Nick's eyes were still closed and he was so focused on his cock that he did not notice.

"Stop." Tim's voice was loud in the small room.

Nick opened his eyes, and his hand stopped in mid-stroke. The first thing he noticed was that Tim was now dressed in a black terrycloth robe.

"It's time to show you more pleasure than you've ever dreamed about. Come on." Tim stood and pulled Nick to his feet.

Nick's erection jutted out in front of him and Tim reached out and cupped Nick's balls. "While we move to the playroom, I want you to keep yourself hard. You can touch yourself while we walk."

Nick's hand wrapped around his cock and he gave it a few slow strokes to show that he understood. Tim steered him out the door and into the elevator. Once the doors slid shut, Tim leaned into Nick.

"You are so fucking hot and I can't wait to ram my dick up inside that tight ass of yours."

Nick was silent, but his breathing was rapid and loud in the elevator. Tim's words made him hot and he wanted Tim to fuck him right then and there. Nick noticed that the head of Tim's cock was pushing through the edges of the black robe. He longed to reach over and touch it, but he wasn't sure if he should.

The elevator opened to a large open room and right away Nick lost his erection. There were at least thirty men in the room. Most were nude, but a few wore robes like Tim. Tim placed his hand on Nick's ass and pressed a finger into his puckered entrance. Nick grunted at the dry invasion.

"Get yourself hard again, Nick. Look around at all these cocks. I want these men to see what a nice cock you have.

Nick was looking and what he saw shocked him. He had seen gay porn before, but never a live version.

In one area of the room was a tiled, walk-in shower, very much like the ones in locker rooms. On the tile bench in the center of the shower lay a young man with his legs spread and a larger, fatter man was fucking him. Another man was jacking himself off as he watched, Nick assumed he was waiting his turn.

In another area, what looked like a dungeon was set up, complete with chains suspended from the ceiling and a large, horizontal, wooden cross on sturdy legs. Tied to the cross was a blond man, in his early thirties. Two men were on each side of him, their cocks pushing into his mouth and he was straining to suck them both at one time.

In the area closest to Tim and Nick, was a man seated in a large chair, his legs were spread open and a slim man was between his legs, rimming him. The man in the chair was still wearing his black robe. His eyes were closed and he was obviously enjoying himself. There were two empty chairs on either side of him.

There was one other area and it appeared to be the largest. Several mattresses were arranged on the floor, all covered with brightly colored sheets and piled high with matching pillows. Writhing on these mattresses, were several men, mostly nude, sucking and fucking each other.

Nick's cock had hardened again and Tim's finger was now fully inside him.

"Which do you want to do first?" Tim whispered into Nick's ear.

"I don't think I can..." Nick got no further as Tim pulled his finger out and pushed it roughly back in. Nick grunted at the invasion.

"Nick, I want this to be a pleasurable evening for both of us. Pick one." Tim's voice was firm and quiet.

"I can do that." Nick pointed to the chairs. Nick was not comfortable with the idea of being with more than one person and the idea of the dungeon theme really scared him, so Nick saw this as the lesser of evils.

Tim knew Nick would pick the solitary acts first, but before the evening was out, he'd have Nick sucking cock while he fucked his sweet ass. Tim moved over to the chair on the right side of the other man. He unbelted his robe before he sat, then spread his legs so they hung over the arms of the chair.

It was the first time that Nick had seen Tim's cock and balls and he was pleased. Tim's balls appeared to be shaved and his pubic hairs were trimmed neatly. Nick knelt in front of Tim and leaned in, giving Tim's asshole a tentative lick. Tim moaned and brushed a hand softly through Nick's hair.

"Oh yeah. Make me feel good, Nick, and then it'll be your turn." Tim murmured.

Nick began licking in earnest and Tim's fingers began caressing the head of his cock. "So good."

Nick caught movement out of the corner of his eye and realized the other man was watching him and stroking his cock. Nick thrust his tongue into Tim's hole and began to lap all around the puckered muscle. Nick glanced over and saw the other man rapidly stroking his cock. Nick looked up at Tim and Tim was smiling.

"Does that turn you on, Baby?"

Nick just nodded as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out. The man beside him stood and the slimmer man rose and seemed to be dismissed. Suddenly, Nick felt a hand wrap around his cock. He jerked upright and was surprised to see the man in the black robe on his knees beside him.

"Keep licking his ass, I just want to play with you for awhile." The other man said quietly.

Nick looked up at Tim and Tim nodded. Nick went back to work on Tim's hole and was pleasantly surprised to find that he enjoyed the feel of the other man's hand on his cock.

"Stop, Nick. I need to be inside of you now." Tim waited until Nick sat back and the other man let go of Nick's cock. Tim stood and addressed the other man.

"Jack, I'd love for you to join us."

"Thanks."

Nick was still on his knees, confused by the events. Tim motioned for him to get up and the two men in the robes walked over to the mattresses. Finding a vacant area, Jack sat down and parted his robe.

"Come down here and suck me." Nick looked at Tim in alarm. He had not bargained for this. He didn't even find the other man very attractive.

"Get down on your hands and knees, Nick." Tim pushed Nick forward. Nick knelt and was pushed again until his face was almost touching Jack's erect cock. Tim moved over to a table that Nick noticed had two large bowls on it. In one bowl were packets of condoms, in the other, individual packs of lubricant. Tim took one of each and came back to kneel behind Nick.

Jack held his cock up to Nick's lips. "Suck me."

Nick hesitated and felt Tim's hand on his ass. He felt the coolness of the lubricant and when Tim rubbed the head of his cock over his entrance, Nick moaned. Jack took that moment to push his cock into Nick's mouth. Nick began to suck and Tim pushed into Nick.

Nick whimpered as he felt the head of Tim's cock penetrate his tight muscle. He pushed back and Tim slid halfway in. Nick felt so full, he felt pain but Tim was gentle and waited until he adjusted before pushing all the way in. Nick felt Tim's balls brush against his and he moved his hips to cause more friction. Jack's cock seemed to grow in Nick's mouth and he found the feeling of a cock in his ass and in his mouth was exciting. His head bobbed up and down on Jack's cock and Tim was behind him, thrusting slowly in and out.

"Nick, God, you're beautiful with your mouth full of cock." Tim's voice was raspy.

Jack was rubbing his hands over his nipples, pinching them. His gaze went from Nick's mouth on his cock, to Tim thrusting into Nick's ass. He was so excited by the vision that he grunted and came in Nick's mouth without warning. Nick gagged on the semen, but continued to suck gently until Jack's cock was clean.

Jack lay there panting and Nick released his cock. He was still on all fours and now he could fully concentrate on Tim's cock fucking his ass.

"Let him suck your cock." Nick heard Tim's voice behind him and turned his head. A young man that looked no more than eighteen stood watching them with his hand on his erect cock.

The younger man, flopped down beside Jack and pushed his nine-inch cock into Nick's shocked mouth.

"Nick, suck him, Baby. I love watching you suck cock." Tim's voice seemed to hypnotize Nick and Nick began to suck. His head began to move faster and faster. Nick found that he really wanted to make this young man come.

Tim's thrusts had become harder and faster and Nick felt his orgasm building. Tim's balls brushed against his with every stroke and the sensation was driving Nick wild. His mouth got faster on the younger man's cock and Nick heard Tim grunt.

"God, yeah. Fuck. Coming in your ass."

Nick reached down and pulled on his cock a few times and moaned around the large cock in his mouth as his own cum covered his hand and the mattress under him.

"Yeah, oh yeah, suck me. Gonna come. Fuck, yeah." The younger man's hips were moving wild up and down and he grabbed Nick's hair and shoved his cock deep into Nick's throat as his hot cum pulsed into Nick's mouth. The younger man lay back panting and Nick released his still hard cock.

Tim's cock was still buried in Nick's ass, but once Nick leaned down to rest on his elbows, Tim slowly pulled out. He collapsed on the mattress next to Nick and placed his hand on Nick's sweaty back. His palm moved slowly in circles and slowly, Nick straightened his legs and lay flat.

"You were great, Nick." Tim whispered. "I loved fucking you while you sucked cock."

Nick did not speak. Now that the act was over, Nick was mortified. He had never been promiscuous before and had never been with more than one man at a time, and those times he was with a man at all were few and far between. His face was turned away from Tim.

The younger man finally stood up. "That was great, man." He said, as he walked over to the area near the showers.

"Nick?" Tim's hand continued its slow circles on Nick's warm back.

Nick still did not speak or turn his head.

Tim sat up and leaned over Nick so he could look at Nick's face.

"Nick, tell me what's wrong. I thought you were enjoying yourself." Tim's voice was like a caress and Nick opened his eyes.

"I've never done anything like this before." Tim had to strain to hear his voice.

"Are you regretting this?" Tim asked.

"I don't know." Nick replied. "I'm not this type of person."

"Nick, it was a new experience for you. It's okay to feel embarrassed by your reactions. But, you were incredible. This club is the epitome of discretion. No one from your life in Vegas will every find out, unless you tell them." Tim paused for a moment and then added, "Do you honestly regret tonight?"

Nick closed his eyes and whispered, "No."

Tim leaned closer and placed a chaste kiss on Nick's cheek. "Let's go get a drink and relax. How's that sound?"

Nick nodded and pushed himself up on his knees. Both men stood at the same time. Tim reached over and picked up his robe and wrapped the belt around his waist.

"I need some clothes." Nick said, looking around shyly.

"I really don't want tonight to end just yet, Nick. I have someone I want you to meet and I know he'll love your body. I love showing off your body. Please say yes."

Nick bit his lip and looked down at his feet. "I don't know."

"You'll feel better after a drink and some rest. We'll go to one of the private rooms, so you won't feel so exposed."

"Okay." Meekly, Nick followed Tim to the elevator. He took one more look around and was still amazed at the entire scene. He shook his head from side to side slowly and wondered who could have come up with an idea to have a club like this. Much to his dismay, Nick was still oddly excited by the entire place.

Once they were in the elevator, Tim hit the button for the fifth floor.

"What's on the fifth floor?" Nick asked.

"A very private bar for high-end members, as well as a screening room for those of us who like to watch porn. There are also a few deluxe private rooms for those who want long term stays."

"What about the fourth floor?"

"Ahhh, the fourth floor is for the more adventuresome. That is the place where you go if you are into S&M, blood sports, bathroom sports, and heavy B&D." Tim grinned at Nick's shocked face.

"Do you ever go to that floor?" Nick felt he had to ask, even if he did not want to know the answer.

"I've been a few times, but I don't get into that kind of stuff." As the door slid open, Tim stepped off the elevator with Nick right at his heels. He continued speaking, "I enjoy group sex, and that's about as kinky as this old man gets."

"Oh, well...I guess group sex is kind of tame compared to the fourth floor." Nick said, as he looked around. This floor was set up much like the first floor. A nice bar and several tables in a dimly lit space. In lieu of a dance floor, there was a glass enclosed room and through the glass, Nick could make out a huge screen and several rows of comfortable seating. Three men sat in one of the rows, watching a movie. Nick could not make out what was playing on the screen from this angle, but he assumed there were lots of naked men involved. On the other side of the bar area was a long hallway, broken up by six doors. Nick figured those were the private rooms that Tim had mentioned.

Tim led the way to the bar and Nick was suddenly aware of his nudity. Most of the people standing around the bar area wore the now familiar black robes. Only one other man was nude like Nick. Nick made eye contact with him. He gave Nick a shy smile.

"Beer?" Tim asked.

"That's fine." Nick said, moving his body behind Tim's so he would not feel so vulnerable.

Tim ordered for both of them and motioned towards one of the tables. Nick sat and Tim sat across from him. When the bartender brought their drinks over, Tim asked, "Joey, have you seen Mr. Perez tonight?"

"Sure have, Mr. Woodham. Mr. Perez was here just a few minutes ago. I believe he stepped into the office with Mr. Morris."

"Thank you, Joey." Joey walked back to the bar.

"Tony Perez is the person I wanted you to meet. Mr. Morris is the owner of the club."

"Oh." Nick nervously sipped his beer. He wondered what Tim had in store for him. He guessed it had something to do with this Mr. Perez."

"Tony is very nicely built, slightly younger than you and has a huge uncut cock."

Nick's eyes widened at Tim's bluntness.

"I would really like for the three of us to share a private room." At Nick's horrified expression, Tim assured him. "Don't worry, I'm the only one that will be in your ass tonight, unless you want otherwise. But I really would love to watch you give Tony head."

"Tim, I really don't think..."

"Nick, please, for me. We've had a wonderful evening and I felt your excitement earlier when you were sucking Jack's cock and that other young man's." Tim leaned across the table and rested his hand on top of Nick's. "I loved the sound you made when you came. I want to make you come again. Please consider it."

"I don't know..." Nick started but was interrupted by a deep voice with a Latin accent.

"Tim, Joey told me you were over here.

"Tony." Tim stood up and shook the other man's hand. "Glad you're here, I have someone that I want you to meet." Tim turned and indicated Nick.

"This is Nick Stokes, a very good friend of mine. I thought you would like to join us in a while for some time in one of the rooms. Nick is new to this type of thing, but he's proved to be a great companion"

Nick couldn't believe that Tim was discussing sex like most people discussed the weather. Nick gazed up at the other man and was once again, self-conscious by his nudity, since Tony was also dressed in one of the black robes. The other man was very nice looking, thought Nick reluctantly. His black hair was brushed back and his eyes were so dark that they looked black. He had a rich olive complexion and he had a sexy smile that showed just a hint of white teeth.

"Nice to meet you, Nick." Tony held out his hand and Nick rose out of habit and shook his hand. When he realized that he was standing there naked in front of a complete stranger, he sat down abruptly.

Tony grinned and said, "Don't worry about it. Before I became a member, I was very nervous about walking around in the buff, but you get used to it. Besides you have a hot body, don't be afraid to show it off."

Tony sat and asked Nick about his experiences so far. As Nick shyly told him about his evening, Tim watched the two men. He was pleased that Tony was putting Nick at ease. He couldn't wait to see the two of them together.

After a few drinks and conversation, Tim stood up. He reached over and took Nick's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's go get a room, I'm getting really horny thinking about the two of you."

Nick flushed and bent his head, letting Tim lead him towards the bar. He felt Tony's presence behind him. Tim stopped at the bar long enough to request a key and soon Nick was pulled into a very nice room. Unlike the one on the first floor, this room had a king size four-poster bed with matching nightstands and a mirrored dresser. The floor was carpeted and the walls were richly paneled. It looked more like a bedroom you'd find in a nice home. There was an adjoining door that was open to reveal a huge bathroom, with Jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower big enough for four adults.

Tim had turned to Tony and untied the belt at the waist of the younger man's robe. He pushed the robe off of Tony's shoulders and Nick gasped when he saw the other man's body. Obviously, Tony worked out. He had the body of someone who worked out for hours a day, but Nick's eyes were focused on the huge cock hanging between his legs. Nick guessed it to be at least ten inches long and the girth was amazing. Nick had only seen pictures of un-circumcised men and was fascinated by the difference between Tony's cock and his own.

"Isn't he beautiful, Nick?" Tim asked, as he ran his hands down Tony's chest and flat stomach.

"Ye...Yes." Nick stuttered.

Tim took Tony's heavy cock into his hand and began stroking it slowly and Nick's eyes widened as the cock became even longer and thicker.

"Tony has the biggest cock I've ever seen." Tim said and he unbelted his own robe with his other hand. Nick glanced away from Tony's cock to see Tim's. Tim's cock was erect and sticking straight out from his body and Nick reached down and found his own cock was hard and dripping with pre-cum.

Tony pushed Tim's robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Tim was the first man to fuck me here at the club. He was so good and I couldn't get enough."

Tony knelt at Tim's feet and began licking Tim's cock. "Join him, Nick."

Nick didn't need to be told twice. Soon his tongue was battling with Tony's to service Tim's cock. Their tongues met around Tim's cockhead and they shared a brief kiss before Tony dipped his head and took one of Tim's balls into his mouth. Nick continued to suck Tim's cock. He felt Tony's hand wrap around his cock and groaned and thrust into Tony's fist.

"Enough. You'll make me come to soon." Tim said and took a step back. "Get on the bed and suck each other, Nick you get on top."

Tony took Nick's hand and pulled him onto the bed. Tony lay on his back and spread his legs slightly. Nick knelt over Tony's face and lowered his cock into Tony's waiting mouth. He gasped as Tony took him all in. Nick leaned forward and began licking Tony's massive cock. He didn't think he could take it into his mouth, but once he licked over the slit and tasted Tony, he decided he'd try his best to take in as much as he could.

"God, I knew you two would be beautiful together." Tim's voice came from Nick's left side and he felt hands moving over his ass and fingers rubbing his tight hole.

Nick's excitement grew, having his cock sucked while another man's hands roamed over his ass felt sensational. To top it off, he had one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen in his mouth. Nick took in more and more of Tony's cock while his hips pistoned up and down forcing his cock deep into Tony's eager throat.

Nick could hear Tim murmuring to them, but he was too turned on to pay attention to what he was saying. When Tim slipped the head of his cock into Nick's waiting entrance, Nick heard Tony moan along with him.

Nick could only imagine what kind of visual that Tony had. From his vantage point, Tony could watch Tim's cock fucking him. Nick wished he could be on the bottom, so he could see what Tony must be seeing.

By the way Tony was moving under him, Nick figured that Tony was loving it. Tony was trying to ram his cock into Nick's mouth and Nick was doing his best to take most of it. Nick's jaws ached with the strain, but he knew that both he and Tony would be coming soon.

Tim's cock was driving into him and Nick could feel his balls slapping up against his own.

Nick felt his orgasm building and he could not hold back. He moaned around Tony's cock and stiffened as his semen poured down Tony's throat. Tony kept sucking until every drop was gone, then he moved his mouth up to Nick's balls and began licking them while he watched Tim's cock. After Nick recovered from his orgasm, he began working Tony's cock with his mouth and one of his hands. The cock fucking his ass and the tongue licking his balls felt so good that Nick thought he might get another erection. It had been a long time since he had come this much in one evening.

Tony stiffened under him and Nick opened his throat to the hot cum shooting inside his mouth. Nick swallowed Tony's whole load and licked him clean. He could feel Tony's rapid heartbeat against his sweaty skin. Nick's lowered his face to nuzzle in the dark public hair surrounding Tony's now flaccid cock. He could feel Tony's hands aiding Tim's pleasure. Tony's hands were spreading Nick's cheeks, so that Tim could get deeper and once again, Nick wished he could see what Tony was seeing.

"That's right, lick my balls. God, he's so fucking tight. I'm gonna come. Yesyesyes." Nick heard Tim's voice and felt the pulsing of Tim's cock in his ass.

A few seconds later, Tim pulled out of Nick's tired body and Nick managed to roll off of Tony. The three men lay panting on the bed for some time before Tim spoke.

"That was wonderful. I knew it would be." Nick felt Tim's fingers trailing up and down his ribs. He closed his eyes and let himself doze off.

Nick heard someone calling his name from far away. Slowly, Nick roused himself from sleep and saw Tim gazing down at him. Tim smiled.

"Hey. Let's get dressed and get you back to the hotel. It's already after midnight." Tim stood and Nick noticed he was wearing his black robe again. Nick stood and rubbed his hands over his face. He yawned.

"How long did I sleep? Where's Tony?" Nick said, as he glanced quickly around the room.

"I let you sleep for about thirty minutes. Tony left about fifteen minutes ago, he has to work tomorrow."

"Shit, I've got an eight o'clock class and a flight at eleven." Nick exclaimed.

"Come with me and we'll get your clothes." Tim opened the door and Nick followed him down the hall to the elevator. The doors opened on the third floor and two men entered. One was nude like Nick and the other had on a black robe. The one in the robe greeted Tim and looked appraisingly at Nick.

Nick stood a little straighter and rubbed one of his hands over his chest. Once the doors opened on the second floor and Tim moved to exit the elevator, Nick smiled back at the other men and followed Tim out into the hallway.

Once Tim opened the room where their clothes had been left, he turned to Nick.

"Earlier tonight, you would have tried to hide yourself from others, in the elevator you were flaunting yourself." Tim was grinning.

"Maybe I realized that I'm an exhibitionist at heart." Nick grinned back as he picked up his underwear and began dressing.

Tim and Nick were finished dressing less than a minute later. Before Tim opened the door, he turned to Nick and wrapped his arms around him. He gave Nick a deep kiss that Nick returned ardently.

"I really enjoyed tonight, Nick. It's too bad you have to fly home tomorrow."

"Maybe you could come to Vegas for a visit." Nick asked quietly.

"Maybe I will." Tim turned and opened the door and the two men were soon getting into Tim's car.

Once they were heading across town, Tim spoke.

"How well do you get along with Grissom?"

Nick whipped his head towards Tim, wondering why Tim was asking about Grissom. He knew Tim knew him, but didn't expect a conversation. He really didn't want a conversation about Grissom. Tim might pick up on Nick's deep feelings for his boss and that wouldn't be cool.

Evasively, Nick said, "We get along okay."

"Have you every done anything social with Gil?"

"Social? Uh, no. We don't hang out." Nick turned towards the side window and watched the people walking along Peachtree Street, which was still crowded even to be this late.

Tim let the subject drop, much to Nick's relief. Soon, Tim pulled his car into the front circular drive of Nick's hotel. Nick opened the door to get out but Tim caught his hand and pulled him over for another kiss.

"Goodbye, Nick."

"Bye. Thanks for the evening." Nick blushed and got out of the car. He waved once he slammed the car door and walked into the brightly lit lobby.

The next morning, the phone in Nick's room rang. After fumbling with the receiver, Nick finally mumbled "hello". It was his wake up call and he forced himself to sit up. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he moaned and flopped back on the pillow. He closed his eyes and thought about the previous night. His body was sore, but he felt good.

He could not believe the things that he had done, but knew that he'd do it again. Nick's sex life had been pretty stale for the last few years, mainly because he wanted someone he couldn't have, so instead of wasting time on relationships that would not go anywhere, Nick just usually stayed at home and masturbated. Sometimes that was just easier.

Nick supposed that Vegas might have private clubs like Tim's. He knew about Lady Heather's Dominion, but he wasn't sure if she catered to men who wanted to play with other men. It was something to research when he got home. He chuckled to himself. Nick Stokes, all American boy, white bread Texan, researching gay sex clubs. He found it so funny that he laughed all the way to the shower. He was still grinning at himself in the mirror as he shaved ten minutes later.

He packed his bag and checked the room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Satisfied, he left his bag on the unmade bed and left for his morning class.

The class was not near as interesting as the previous days', but he still learned a few new things. At 9:30, he collected his notes and handouts and said his goodbyes to a few of the people he had met during the conference.

He stopped at the front desk and arranged for a shuttle to the airport. Having done that, Nick went back to his room and collected his bag. Once he was back downstairs, his shuttle was waiting for him.

The flight to Vegas was uneventful. He changed planes in Memphis and had just enough time to grab a Coke and a hamburger, before boarding the plane that would take him home.

A crying baby and an overweight businessman who insisted on talking the entire flight gave Nick a serious headache and he was glad when the plane landed. He hadn't checked his bag, so once he got it down from the overhead compartment, Nick was hurrying out the gate and into the main terminal.

It was only three o'clock Vegas time, so Nick had enough time to get home and grab a five or six hour nap before getting up and ready for work. He had almost taken a vacation day, but decided not to waste it. He could catch up on his sleep tomorrow, and it would take a few days to get his body back on the schedule for the graveyard shift.

His truck was in the long-term parking lot and he paid the attendant and was soon speeding through town. He opened his window and let the dry desert air blow into his face. Atlanta had been so humid, and Nick found that he had actually missed Vegas.

Nick's house was a bit stuffy, so Nick clicked on the air conditioner and sprayed some air freshener around before stripping off his clothes and curling up in his own bed. He was asleep in minutes.

The alarm woke him at nine and he bounded out of bed. Nick rummaged around in his refrigerator and found eggs and cheese. He fixed himself an omelet and drank a Coke before jumping in the shower.

After stepping out of the hot shower, Nick stood in front of the mirror for a while, just looking at his body. He didn't think he looked bad for a guy who was pushing forty. Most people thought he was younger than he actually was and for that, Nick was grateful. He just hoped he looked half as good as Gil Grissom when he was Grissom's age. Nick ran his fingers across his jaw and decided to shave again. He hated having a five o'clock shadow, and he knew that by mid-shift, he would have one if he didn't shave now. He was halfway through his shave when his cell phone rang.

Glancing at the screen, he grinned.

"Warrick, my man. What's up?"

"Just checking to see if your lazy ass was coming in to work."

"Very funny." Nick laughed.

"How was Hotlanta? Meet any hot chicks? Get laid?" Warrick teased.

"Every night, man, every night. My fucking dick is sore from all the wild sex."

"You suck, man. You gotta give me details tonight."

"I don't kiss and tell. Later, dude." Nick clicked the phone shut and finished shaving. Warrick was his best friend, but Nick didn't think he could ever tell him about his night in Atlanta. He'd have to make up something though, because Warrick wouldn't rest until Nick gave him a story.

Nick stopped to gas up his truck, but still made it to work with ten minutes to spare. In the locker room, Nick got his vest out of his locker and checked the clip in his gun, just out of habit. He hadn't fired his gun since his last time at the shooting range three months ago. He made a mental note to get to the range again soon.

The conference room was empty when he got there, so he made himself a cup of coffee and sat down to wait. Catherine arrived next and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"I missed you. Did you have a good time down south in Atlanta?"

"I missed ya'll too. The classes were great, Atlanta was hot and humid and I'm glad to be home." Nick said with a warm smile.

Catherine sat down next to him and pretty soon Warrick and Greg came into the room. Both got coffee and the conversation became animated as Nick was teased about getting laid in Atlanta.

"Who got laid?" The voice was dry and Nick blushed as Gil Grissom entered the room and looked around at his team.

"Nick got him some in Hotlanta." Warrick said, with a high five to Greg.

Grissom looked directly at Nick and lifted his eyebrows. "Really, well, congratulations. Now, Catherine, I need you on a B & E at the Mirage. Apparently, one of their whales got fleeced. Warrick and Greg, you have a body dump." Grissom handed them a printout and turned to Nick.

"I guess you're with me tonight. We don't have anything right now, but I'd like some help with a cold case. The victim's sister called me with some new information and I'd like to go over all the evidence again."

"Sure, Boss." Nick nodded and everyone stood to leave. Nick followed Grissom to the evidence locker, where they signed out the two boxes of evidence. Each taking a box, they took them back to the conference room to lay everything out. While Nick finished that task, Grissom went to get the case file.

They worked quietly, Nick asking questions occasionally as he read the file. He had not been on the original case and while he got himself caught up with the facts, Grissom poured over the evidence.

"So, tell me about your classes." Grissom said during a lull in conversation.

"They were great. I wanted to talk to you and Ecklie about a new machine that would be great to have for the lab. It's pricy, but it would cut some of the man hours in half." Nick proceeded to tell Grissom all about the new machine, and then went on to tell him about Tim's class.

"Oh, yeah, he said to tell you hello."

When Nick didn't get a response, he looked up and found Grissom staring at him intently.

"What?" Nick asked, not taking his eyes away from Grissom's.

"So, did you spend a lot of time with Tim Woodham?" Grissom's voice sounded casual, but Nick picked up on a bit of undertone that confused him. Nick watched Grissom remove the reading glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"We went to dinner one night." Nick said honestly. He wouldn't dare tell his boss that he went to a private club and had wild sex with the man who taught one of his classes.

Grissom nodded and kept staring intently at Nick.

"What?" Nick repeated his earlier question. He suddenly felt like a bug under Grissom's microscope.

"I went out with Tim a few times. He's very....intense." Grissom said softly.

Nick remained silent. He really did not know what to say. He was processing Grissom's words. What did he mean by 'went out with a few times'? Surely not.... Nick stopped his thoughts from heading down that road. Nick bowed his head and pretended to be focusing on the file in front of him.

"Nick?"

Nick looked up reluctantly. "Yeah?"

"Did you sleep with Tim Woodham?"

Nick gasped and at any other time, Grissom would have smiled at the look of shock on his face, but at this point in time, Grissom didn't think a smile would ease the situation.

"Griss, that's...I mean...what....I don't think..."

Grissom interrupted Nick's stuttering, "It's a simple yes or no question, Nick."

"Did you?" Nick shot back without thinking.

Grissom pursed his lips and Nick watched as his tongue came out to wet his lips.

"Yes, I did. Many years ago. Like I said, Tim is intense. Now, your turn." Grissom leaned back in his chair to wait for Nick's answer.

Nick sat for a full minute, the gears in his mind were turning rapidly. The object of his affection just admitted that he had slept with another man. A man that Nick had also slept with. Nick figured that things could not get any stranger.

"Yes." Nick voice was whisper quiet and he would not meet Grissom's eyes.

"I've always assumed you were straight. This time the evidence led me on a different path. All this time, I...." Grissom's voice died abruptly when he realized that he almost told Nick of his deep affection. Hell, lust was the actual word, Grissom thought with disgust at himself.

"I like being with women too." Nick said adamantly.

Grissom casually put his glasses back on and picked up a small bag of trace evidence. He looked so absorbed in the task, that Nick briefly wondered if their entire conversation about Tim Woodham had even taken place at all. Nick bit his bottom lip and returned his eyes to the file. He read the same sentence four times before slamming the file shut.

"Okay, you can't drop a bombshell on me like that and then just pretend nothing happened?" Nick said with obvious irritation.

Grissom looked at Nick over his glasses. "What 'bombshell' are you referring to, my having slept with another man or my having slept with the same man you slept with?"

Nick was floored at Grissom's mind reading skills. "Both."

"Nick, I don't see sexual preferences like the majority of people. I've slept with women and men, depending on my mood, circumstances or the individual. When I met Tim, I was young and he offered something new and exciting. Tim can be very persuasive, as you probably experienced. Since Tim, I've only been with a few other men, and even fewer women."

"This is just too weird." Nick leaned back, crossed his arms and stared at the man he thought he knew.

Grissom chuckled. "Nick, trust me, I'm just as floored by all this as you are. Finding out you like to have sex with men on occasion has really changed the way I look at you now."

The look on Nick's face was murderous. "What do you mean by that? You don't have a lot of room to talk, you've fucked men too."

Grissom held up his hands. "Whoa. I didn't mean like that. I just meant that all this time, I've thought of you as off limits, not only because you are my subordinate and co-worker, but that you were straight. Now, only half of that is true."

Nick looked confused. "Off limits?"

Grissom smiled a wry little smile. "Off limits, as in I can't touch you. I can't ask you to do things on a personal level, such as have dinner with me."

Nick's mouth dropped open and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Nick, close your mouth. You look simple."

Nick's mouth snapped shut, but he continued to stare at the other man without speaking. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to lean over and kiss the older man senseless, but was scared to death.

"Can I assume that you aren't angry with my revelation?" Grissom asked.

"I...uh...I...would love to have dinner with you."

Grissom stood up suddenly and began to pace the room. Nick watched in silence, wishing that Grissom would make this easier on him. He wished he could read minds, because he would love to find out what was going on inside of Grissom's head.

Grissom turned back to Nick. "You realize that if we start anything, it might have the potential to affect our work relationship and possibly the relationship we have with our co-workers. And another point that we need to consider, is the fact that I will not settle for a one night stand, or... what is that term men use for friends that have sex together?"

He looked at Nick quizzically for the answer.

"Fuckbuddies?" Nick blushed. He really could not believe he was having this discussion with Grissom.

"That's it. I will not settle on being 'fuckbuddies'. I've come to care about you over the years. I want all or nothing." Grissom stopped pacing and stopped talking at the same time and faced Nick.

It was Nick's turn to stand and pace. "Okay. Let me see if I understand this, you want us to have a relationship?"

For the first time since Nick had know Grissom, the man looked unsure of himself. Nick stopped pacing to stand right in front of him, almost but not quite in Grissom's personal space.

Grissom met Nick's eyes and slowly nodded. "Yes, Nick. I want a relationship. I don't have a good track record when it comes to these kinds of things, but I want you. Not just for sex, but to share my life with."

Grissom misunderstood Nick's silence. "I'm sorry. I'm jumping to conclusions. I made assumptions that I shouldn't have made. If you don't want to get involved with an old guy like me, I'll understand completely and I promise this won't affect our working relationship."

Nick took a step forward and kissed Grissom gently on the lips. The kiss was brief, but a lot was said in that small kiss. The rich brown eyes gazed deeply into the brilliant blue ones and both men smiled.

Nick was the first to speak. "I just want to get a few things straight before we go any further."

"Okay."

"First off, you aren't old. Second, I do want a relationship with you. Very much. And since relationships require hard work and honesty from both people, I'll start by saying that I've been halfway in love with you for years now."

Grissom reached up to cup the back of Nick's neck and pulled him close for another kiss. This one was deeper and much more passionate and only ended when a familiar voice broke them apart.

"It's about damn time." Catherine said, leaning against the door jamb with her arms crossed and a smile on her lips.

THE END