Title: What Eyes May See
Summary: Greg gets an excuse for a bit of kinky fun!
Author: Read300300
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Warnings: Mild bondage, blindfolds, hardcore sex
Authors Notes: Well, it's been about a year or two since I posted in CSI fandom, but here's something that came to me that I just had to write. It's basically PWP, but it was a lot of fun to write!
Nick slid into the booth as the waitress refilled a glass on the table, the soft brown leather gliding against his black pants, an almost silly smile on his face. His elbows came up to rest on the table, his hands folding, partially covering his grin.

"Heard you pulled some great science today?" He winked.

Greg leaned over his drink, taking a large sip. The glass was almost too full, and tonight felt like a celebration. He didn't want to ruin it by spilling his drink all over Nick.

Once finished, he nodded and chuckled, answering, "Yeah, man! I couldn't believe it myself, because-"

"Because it's always the ex, yes, I know that's how the saying goes. I just couldn't believe it was the apartment owner." His head shook, even as his exuberance went unabated.

The young waitress inclined her head towards the dark haired man and butted in, "Would you like something to drink?"

He flicked his eyes up at her, before looking up and down her body. "Ice tea, please, if you don't mind."

Nick openly stared at her ass as she left, turning back only when Greg coughed lightly.

"What? A guy can look." There was that smile again.

The younger man simply nodded in agreement, "Yeah, a guy can look."

Perfect, he thought, just perfect.


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Greg checked his watch for the seventh time, already agreeing to give Nick fifteen minutes, starting when the front door was open. It was just enough time for the older man to stretch, take off his shoes, listen to his voice-mails, and return the few that interested him. Flopping on the couch was the last thing he had time for; his arm was only halfway to the remote before Greg pounced on him.

Nick was physically stronger, but Greg had the advantage. He caught the brown-haired man off-guard with a deep kiss, imprisoning his victim's hands, clasping them above the trapped body. Knees digging into the couch, he pressed roughly against his captive.

Then he pulled back slightly, nibbling on Nicky's lip, murmuring that everything was going to be just fine, that he had his safe-words if he needed them. Their lips crashed together again, and Nick knew it was a game, knew it was a fun game, knew he was about to be in for the time of his life.

Greg looked down into Nick's eyes, seeing and sharing the amusement they held. Another passionate kiss. tongues entwining, and then Greg moved his lips down that rock-hard jaw line, kissing a trail down.  It landed his lips just below Nick's ear, and on impulse, his tongue flicked upwards, catching the lobe and licking softly across it.  Where his tongue went, his lips followed, and soon they were suckling sweetly, his tongue still playing against the sensitive skin. He heard a muttered, "oh, God" and that was his reward.

Nick was right where Greg wanted him to be. Horny and trusting and oh, so sexy for him.

Without a warning, he pulled away, moving off the couch, taking Nick's hands with him. Nick cocked his head, questioning, but Greg simply led him into the bedroom.

Once they were there, Greg let go, turning towards the dresser and opening each drawer one by one.

"Don't just stand there, Nicky. Get naked." The words were thrown over Greg's shoulder, as he closed the top drawer and then started on the second. He rifled quickly through everything, making sure it ended up back where it started if he didn't need it. There was a low, "Yes!" and Nick knew Greg had found one of the things he was seeking.

Even while unzipping his pants, the older man smiled again, shaking his head in near disbelief at the speed with which Greg was going through things. "So what, exactly, are you looking for?"

"Nothing." The response was clearly a fabrication. Greg's head looked upwards, then to both sides quickly, almost like a squirrel's, and then he was off to the closet, coming back swiftly with what seemed to be all the ties Nick owned. He laid them out on the bed before turning back to his lover. "What? Still not undressed?"

Struggling out of his shirt, Nick didn't bother to answer, though he was grateful when Greg's hands quickly came up to help. Once the shirt was gone, he was done, suddenly completely naked while Greg was still entirely dressed.

Hands wrapped around the bronzed body, Greg's arms pale against Nick's back. They kissed, softly at first, but rougher as both felt their passion stirring. Greg probed his lover's mouth with his tongue, thrusting into the soft, wet heat and twining with the tongue waiting within. He twisted them both around. pushing Nick backwards slowly, running his hands down the muscled back to cup that sweet, firm ass. When the edge of the bed prevented him from walking Nick back further, he shoved gently, following his partner onto the bed.

Now he was straddling Nick completely, using his weight to hold the other down. His lips wrapped around one of the exposed nipples, and he gently sucked until it was nice and hard and swollen. Then he scraped his teeth over it, loving the deep moan he heard in response. He did it again, three more times until he could feel Nick's swelling cock pressing up against him. He pulled back and tweaked the abused nub slightly with his fingertips.

"Mmmhhhmmm, that feels good, doesn't it?" The question needed no answer, or, rather, the answer had already been given from the way Nick was straining against him. With his free hand, Greg grabbed two of the ties. He wrapped the soft fabric around Nick's wrists, pulling each up to the closest corner post before securely attaching them. Once he had tied the last knot, Nick was his, until he let him go.

Greg was so aroused by that thought.

He looked down at the body spread out below him. Nick's face, eyes deep and wanting and aroused. Those muscled arms, pulling lightly against the restraints. The large chest, breathing deeply. Oohhh, the things he was going to do to this body!

The next object to come to the forefront was a blindfold. Ah, so this was what Greg had found in the second drawer. Nick shivered as it was slid firmly into place over his eyes. He blinked, and was unable to see a thing, no matter how hard he tried or which was he looked. He shivered again.

"A guy can look, right?" Greg asked, as he pinched the second nipple sharply. "A guy can look at whatever he wants, right? Nickyboy? Well, howabout I can look.... and you can't?"

There was no time for response before Greg was biting his lower lip again, kissing his roughly, but not truly hurting him. Greg could tell the thought was turning his lover on almost as much as it was arousing him.

Greg laughed a little as Nicky pulled against the ropes again. There was no way he was getting out, and the captive knew it. But, since he was trying to fight, Greg took all the time he wanted doing exactly as he had said he would: he watched. Nick writhed, struggling against his bonds, struggling to see what Greg was going to do to him. Greg thought it was a wonderful view.

It wasn't until Nick started to calm down a bit that Greg finally partook of the offering before him. His hands explored, starting from the top and working their way down, massaging gently as they went, ignoring only Nick's hard, aching cock. Nothing else was spared though.... his balls were fondled, his inner thighs caressed, and teasing fingertips always got so, so close to where Nick needed, but never connected.

The sensual onslaught went on for hours, or so it seemed to Nick, and he groaned sharply when Greg began using his mouth as well. He gasped when his lover took his balls into his mouth, running his tongue smoothly over them. He was so hard, and he needed so badly to feel his partner give him the release he desired.

"Please, baby, please touch me. Please stroke me," he begged softly, and Greg, now triumphant, did as had been requested. "Oh, yes. Yes, Greg, yes. That feels so good."

Nick could feel Greg's hand wrap around his cock, moving slowly up and down the shaft. He was so hard that he couldn't help but thrust into that hand; he just needed this so much. His eyes rolled back when he felt Greg wrap his lips around the large cockhead.

Inside, Greg was smirking as his tongue worked its wonders with Nick's cock. Nicky couldn't know how arousing he was like this, how his openness was making Greg so hard that he was having a difficult time restraining himself. But, no, he would. This was for Nick, and he would get his once he'd given his lover exactly what he deserved.

The combination of the stroking hand and that hot mouth was about to drive Nick over the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, rising up inside him as that hot tongue worked over his engorged cock. Everything felt so good, so sensitive, and then suddenly, he was climaxing, rocking up off the bed and whimpering Greg's name. His cock thrust upwards, as far into his lover's mouth as he could go. His arms pulled tightly against the ties, and he came harder as he jerked and writhed.

His lover murmured approvingly, pulling upwards only enough to unzip his own pants and pull them down. Watching Nick orgasm like that, tasting his semen... it had turned him on so much that he couldn't manage much more than to wrap his hand around his cock and and start stroking.

Nick was flushed, radiant, still breathing harshly from the intensity of his orgasm. He could feel the other man moving against him, feel the backs of Greg's knuckles brushing against his skin as he masturbated.

Greg moaned softly as he stroked, using his other hand to caress his balls. It did not take him long at all before he, too, was reaching his peak, his muscles clenching tightly, his cock spurting its seed all over Nick's stomach.

He always loved the way Nick looked, covered in his cum, so he took his fingers and spread it around a bit, making sure to cover as much of the area as possible with it. His cum-covered fingers pressed against Nick's lips, and that sweet, sweet tongue darted out to lick them clean. Mmmmmmm, yes, that was perfect. Beautiful. Nick was so beautiful. He removed the blindfold, shading his lover's eyes from the light as he did so.

"Kiss me," Nick smiled, and Greg complied. When he pulled back, Nick asked, "Are you really that jealous?"

"Me?" Greg looked a little surprised. "No, of course not. You're always free to look, as long as I'm the only one going to bed with you."

The older man laughed, "Well, you'd better be the only person in my bed if I'm tied down!"

Chuckling, Greg began untying the knots. Once Nick was free and the toys had been stashed on the floor, Greg stripped too, using his shirt to wipe up the still-wet semen on Nick's chest and stomach. Tossing that off to the side, he curled up with his exhausted lover, and together, they fell asleep.