Title: If Music Be The Food Of Love...

By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sex with songs in the background!

“Ow!” Greg’s back hit the living room wall just as ‘American Idiot’ began blasting out from his impressive speakers.

Before he had time to ask why Nick had shoved him through his own door and into the wall, he felt a pair of lips crushed against his, effectively swallowing the words. Greg opened his mouth to ask what was happening and found it invaded by an eager, talented tongue. It thrust into Greg’s mouth, stroking over the pink muscle nestled inside.

He was initially in complete shock that Nick was kissing him, but once he woke up, he responded with equal vigour. His own tongue pushed forward, licked Nick’s bottom lip then plunged into his open mouth. He explored the warm, moist cavern that had welcomed him so eagerly, mapping out every inch.

The kissing was frantic, and as their tongues duelled and massaged, fighting each other for dominance, Nick pushed his hand under Greg’s t-shirt and his fingers found a nipple already peaked with pleasure. He closed his fingers around it, pinched hard, and moaned as Greg threw his head back and released a loud cry. He smirked and began to grind his crotch into Greg’s, his fingers not releasing their grip on the abused nub. He was so hard, so desperate to be inside Greg.

Nick attached his lips to Greg’s neck, biting gently and then letting his tongue salve the marks he left behind. He continued to bite, lick and suck the sensitive skin as Greg’s fingers twined in to his hair, directing him to his most sensitive spots. As Greg began to moan and pant, Nick forced his knee between Greg’s legs, pushing them open. The movement made Greg shudder. Nick continued to grind his crotch into Greg, biting his neck a bit harder as he felt an answering hard-on pushing back against his own.

Nick let his hands slip to Greg’s waist and in seconds his belt and pants were undone and he was pushing them to the floor. As was sometimes the case, Greg had nothing on below the denims. Nick grabbed something from his pocket before shoving his own jeans and boxers roughly to the floor.

Once their clothing was in a puddle at their feet Nick once again used his knee to prise Greg’s legs apart. He began to grind into him once more, their erections throbbing with need and beginning to leak. He tore open the packet he had taken from his pocket and squeezed the liquid inside onto his fingers before dropping the hand between Greg’s legs.

With no warning at all he shoved his index finger into Greg’s waiting hole. Greg let out an initial cry then moaned before beginning to raise and lower himself on to the intruder as much as he could from his pinned position. Nick sensed Greg’s eagerness, his arousal, and pushed in a second finger which he began to twist and scissor. Greg writhed in pleasure, his fringe now moist, the hair glued to his forehead, his chest and face flushed bright red.

“Fuck, yes!” Greg screamed as Nick’s fingers stroked his sweet spot. “More!”

Nick shoved in a third finger, once again aiming for Greg’s prostate. He knew he’d hit it when Greg began to shudder and scream. By now Greg was incoherent. He wanted Nick’s cock in him and he wanted it now.

“Fuck me . . . Nicky,” Greg managed to pant out as Nick continued to tease him.

Nick lifted Greg and as he did Greg wrapped his legs around his waist. He used the position to lower Greg onto his cock, burying himself in one, deep thrust.

“Yes!” Greg screamed as Nick moaned, the heat in the room and between them becoming unbearable.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Greg’s waist and gave him a couple of seconds to adjust to the size of his cock before withdrawing and thrusting back in. Greg threw his head back and it hit the wall, but he was enjoying himself too much to even notice. Nick thrust into him repeatedly, getting faster and harder with each stroke. He moved to adjust the angle so that each thrust met Greg’s prostate. Greg flung his arms around Nick’s neck, incoherent and only able to just hold on as Nick fucked him. He could already feel that delicious tightness that told him his orgasm wasn’t that far off. He felt like he was melting from the inside, the nerves in his cock and ass on overdrive. His own throbbing erection was pressed against his stomach as Nick pushed into him again and again and again.

Nick was burning up and trembling, his body slick with sweat as he gave Greg all he could. It was going to be over a lot sooner than he would have liked, but he had wanted this for too long and it was hot, sweaty, desperate sex. Greg couldn’t even register the thought that it was going quickly as he was being fucked by Nick against his living room wall and all that existed was the pleasure.

He could feel himself drawing tighter and tighter, a fire flooding his veins and a ball of white light settling in the pit of his stomach. He screwed his eyes closed and tilted his head forward, desperate to find Nick’s lips. When he did he crushed them together, biting the bottom one to force Nick to open his mouth. As soon as his tongue could fit inside it traced around Nick’s teeth and twined around Nick’s tongue. His spine tingled as he sucked harder, raising his hips as he did to force Nick to push in deeper. Nick’s hands left Greg’s hips and grabbed his ass cheeks, using them to pull him up and push him down, driving himself as deep inside Greg as it was possible to go.

Greg took his lips away from Nicks, gasping for air as lightning began to flash behind his eyes. He leant in to Nick, moulding them together as tightly as possible, his forehead resting against Nick’s.

“Want . . . t . . . to . . . look into . . . your . . . eyes when . . . we . . . c . . . cum,” Greg managed to pant out.

Nick looked up into Greg’s eyes without a pause, his pupils focussing as well as possible on Greg’s glazed ones, breathing heavily and sharing the same air, noses tip to tip.

Greg felt his breath hitching, white flashes going off behind his eyes and he knew that was it. Any second. He knew this one was going to be intense. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Nick’s. And suddenly, BAM, it hit him. His body rocked with intense spasms and his limbs began to tremble. He felt himself explode, his lungs burning, as he spilt his seed all over Nick’s chest.

“Nicky!” he screamed, his back arching, colours exploding in his vision and white noise flooding his hearing.

Nick moaned loudly and filled Greg with warm liquid, the spasms and trembling of Greg’s body too much for him. The final chords of ‘American Idiot’ sounded as they both sunk to the floor.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Greg shot up, his breathing unsteady and his body tingling. A thin sheen of sweat covered his face and chest and his heart was pounding.

“What the . . .” He looked around him, realising he was in his own bed. “A dream?” He felt a familiar sensation in his crotch and lifted the sheets to investigate. “Mmmmmmm. Always happens after a Nicky dream. And, fuck, that was a good one.”

He sighed contentedly as he stared at his cock, hard and tenting the sheets, the tip creating a small wet patch that was sticking him to the comforter.

“Better take care of this . . .”

He sunk back into the bed, his head resting on the pillows and the comforter pulled tightly around him. He wriggled, gasping as the tip of his cock brushed against the covers and sent a shudder up his spine that caused goose bumps. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, his hands lying on his stomach. He left his right hand there, following the gentle rising and falling, as his left hand stroked his side on its way to his crotch.

The left hand found its target and wrapped around his erection, squeezing gently. A small moan slipped out of his mouth and then he took in a shaky breath. Greg then began to slowly tug on his throbbing need. His mind replayed the dream as he stroked. His hand moved faster as he remembered the feeling of Nick’s cock inside him, stroking his sensitive spots as he pushed in again and again. As he continued to stroke himself his right hand left his stomach and groped around the pillows, searching for the control for his stereo. He found it, pressed the play button and soon ‘American Idiot’ was once again filling the room.

“Yes . . . Nicky . . . yes . . . oh fuck . . . yes!” He moaned as he increased the pace of his hands on his rock hard cock. “Wanna . . . oh . . . cum so bad.”

Greg’s right hand left his stomach and travelled to his cock. He let his finger tease the slit as he tugged, moaning at the pure ecstasy. If he’d have carried on dreaming any longer he would have cum in his sleep, he could feel it, right there. Just a couple more tugs, just a few more flicks into the slit and . . .

“Oh . . . oh . . . ohhhhh, Nicky!”

Greg’s back arched and his hips thrust forward once, twice, three times as he coated his hand with his seed. His limbs were shaking as he slumped back onto the bed, his body rocked with aftershocks.

“Fuck . . . me . . . that just . . . gets better,” Greg panted, one hand on his chest and the other above his head.

He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and slowly cleaned himself up before throwing the tissue on to the floor. He stopped the CD and curled up on his side. Yawning as he relaxed into sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Greg whistled as he walked into the break room, his lab coat unbuttoned and a file under his arm.

“My, you’re cheery this morning Greg,” Catherine said, smiling at him.

Catherine held out a mug and pointed to the coffee pot. Greg nodded and smiled as she poured him a drink.

“Why yes, Catherine. I happened to have a very hot date last night.” With my left hand . . . he added in his head.

“Really? Was she pretty?” She passed him his mug.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, Cath. Could’ve been your sister . . .” Greg wiggled his eyebrows at Catherine who giggled then shook her head and began to walk to the door.

She stopped at the door to let Nick in before turning back to Greg.

“You do know that I have a sister don’t you, Greg?” She began to walk away again but when she didn’t get a reply she turned back to see him completely frozen. “Greg? You ok?”

From the corner of the room came the sound of ‘American Idiot’ playing on the radio that Nick had just turned on. Nick was humming along as he made his coffee. Greg swallowed and put his mug down.

“Um . . . yeah. Just remembered I have to be somewhere . . .”

And before anyone could say anything more, Greg had shot from the room to find somewhere a bit more . . . private.

***

(Supermassive Black Hole by Muse)

The first thing Nick heard when he got home was an unfamiliar song at a very loud volume. It was a bit . . . softer then Greg’s usual stuff, but enough like the stuff Greg listened to not worry him too much. Indie music normally meant a crisis of some kind, but this was just about ok. Nick stood outside the door for a few seconds listening to the music. He actually sort of liked it and it was quite catchy. He smiled to himself and unlocked the door.

As he walked into the living room his mouth dropped open. There was Greg in leather pants, knee high rock boots and nothing else. His hair was spiked, black eyeliner rimmed his eyes and his nails were painted black. He looked hot. Smoking hot. And not only was he wearing very little, and what he was wearing was skin tight, but he was dancing. And not just normal dancing but the kind of dancing that could get him arrested in any public place.

Nick swallowed hard as he watched Greg’s precise moves in perfect time with the music. He circled his hips and stroked his thighs, all the time with a seductive smile. If this was what Greg got up to when he was home alone, Nick would have to install a camera . . .

He slowly walked towards Greg, trying to make as little noise as possible. But it wouldn’t really have made any difference as the music was loud enough to drown out his normal footsteps. When he was right behind Greg, he reached his arms out and pulled him back into his chest, Greg’s ass landing against his crotch.

“Hiya, sexy!” he whispered into Greg’s ear as he pulled Greg to him.

Greg screamed and jumped in to the air, his boots missing Nick’s feet by millimetres.

“Nicky!” He put a hand to his chest and tried to calm his heartbeat. “What are you doing home?”

“What do you mean? It’s shift change.”

Greg looked at the clock and his mouth dropped open.

“Shit. How did that happen?” He giggled and turned around, letting Nick’s arms circle him. “Welcome home, baby.”

As he held Greg, Nick noticed that he was sweating slightly and his face was flushed. He must have been dancing for quite a while.

“So, what’s with the dancing?” Nick asked, leaning forward and placing a kiss on Greg’s cheek.

“It was supposed to be a surprise for you. When you got home. But you’re home already and it’s not a surprise as I lost track of the time.”

Greg pouted slightly and rested his head on Nick’s shoulder.

“Well, it still sort of is as I only saw part of it and I have no idea what you were actually planning.”

Nick rubbed Greg’s back in slow circles, his fingers trailed over melted skin. His breath hitched as it always did when he touched those scars; the memories of that day still so vivid despite the fact that it happened four years ago.

“So, how about you show me what you had planned?”

Greg pulled his head up and looked into Nick’s eyes. His head fell to one side and he blinked.

“Ok. I think that’s a really good idea.”

Greg went back over to the stereo, baring his back to Nick, and skipped the CD back to his chosen track and then turned around to face Nick with a lascivious grin on his face. He licked his lips and wriggled his eyebrows.

“Ready?”

All Nick could do was nod.

As the music started, Greg raised his arms above his head, his hands touching, and then brought them down his body, starting at the top of his head then trailing down his chest and thighs. Once they went as low as they could go, he began to rock and circle his hips as his fingertips made their way a short distance back up to his crotch and began to stroke gently. He let his head drop back and his breathing speed up.

Next, he slowly turned around so his back was to Nick and continued to circle and thrust his hips, his hands still stroking his crotch, He did a slow turn back to face Nick and took a couple of slow and sultry steps forward.

When he was right in front of Nick, he started to sway his hips from side to side as his hands travelled back up his body to his nipples, where he rubbed and pinched until they were stiff peaks and his lips dropped open and he began panting.

Nick was rooted to the seat on the couch, enthralled, as his cock began to lengthen and swell noticeably in his tight denims. He swallowed and licked his lips as he watched Greg work that delicious body.

As the music began to pick up, he turned around once again, put his hands on Nick’s knees and began to sway down with his back to Nick until his knees were pointing in front of him, giving Nick a fabulous view of his ass as he did. Nick let out an unconscious moan and reached out to touch Greg but he popped back up and out of reach before Nick’s fingers made contact.

He turned back to face Nick and took the last step towards him so that his legs were against Nick’s. Greg smiled and straddled him so his ass was directly above Nick’s crotch. Once in this position, he began to once more rock and circle his hips in time with the music.

Nick moaned and thrust up into Greg. This was fantastic. A lap dance from a leather-clad Greg! Nick reached his hand forward to stroke Greg’s own cock, which was noticeably hard, but Greg pushed his hand away. He arched his back, leaning back as far as he could go, and placed Nick’s fingertips at his throat, right under his adam’s apple. When he sat up, he made those fingers trail down his body to his crotch where he let them rub gently.

Greg continued to grind against Nick, his hands travelling to Nick’s knees and his body still moving in time to the music. Nick was thrusting up with equal force. The friction between them felt so good and it was amazing to feel Greg’s cock through the leather. The black leathers that he had picked out made Greg’s ass and package look practically edible. He once more gazed at the flushed and panting man in front of him. Greg had given him lap dances before, but this one was perfect and he couldn’t imagine a better treat to come home to.

Suddenly, he realised that someone was moaning and to his surprise he realised it was him. Enough of the lap dance, he wanted to thrust into oblivion. He reached forward and pulled Greg to him, wrapping his arms around his back so their chests were flush together. He then tilted his head forward and captured Greg’s mouth in a kiss. He gently bit Greg’s bottom lip so his mouth opened and his tongue eagerly dived in, exploring, swirling and stroking around the tongue inside.

Greg was moaning and those moans were swallowed by Nick’s greedy mouth. A layer of sweat against Greg’s chest made their movements together much easier. Greg’s own hands left Nick’s knees and reached up to circle Nick’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

The kiss broke suddenly, both of them needing to fill their lungs with air. Greg threw his head back, panting and sucking down as much air as he could manage just as Nick gave his cock an extra hard squeeze whilst also delivering a vicious thrust. Greg shouted Nick’s name and came, his climax taking him completely by surprise. He had probably ruined the leathers as he had no boxers underneath because they showed through, but he really didn’t care. He collapsed against Nick’s chest, his head landing on his shoulder, as he panted and gasped, struggling for breath.

Nick continued to thrust up into Greg, the look on Greg’s face as he came spurring him on and the ragged breathing in his ear driving him impossibly closer to completion. Greg began to gently rock his hips again as hard as he could manage after such an intense orgasm, helping Nick towards the finish.

“Cum for me . . . Nicky,” he panted out.

Nicky began to moan and pant, so close but needing more to push him over. Greg, sensing that just a little more, a little something extra, and Nick would tumble over the precipice, leaned forward and gently bit his neck then let his agile tongue flick out to salve the mark.

Nick felt his body explode with pleasure and he screamed and thrust up so hard he knocked Greg off his lap and onto the floor. He continued to give small thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, his pants becoming sticky with hot pulses of his cum. Once it was over, he slumped back onto the couch and let his head rest on the back, a huge smile on his face and his eyes dropping closed.

“That was a fantastic surprise to come home to, Sunshine.”

Greg picked himself off the floor and climbed into Nick’s lap, letting him hold him tight as he placed butterfly kisses over his collar bone.

“Thank you.”

”Anytime, Nicky, anytime.”

Once their breathing was completely back to normal, Nick picked Greg up and began to walk to the back of the house.

“Where are we going, Nicky?” Greg asked.

“I’m feeling distinctly sticky. I think it’s time we had a bath.”

Greg grinned and licked the side of Nick’s neck.

“Only if we get to try that waterproof lube . . .”

***

“And now, ladies, gents and fellow CSIs, please stand up and gather round the dance floor as the sickeningly happy couple take their first dance as husband and husband,” Warrick said, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

Greg jumped up and down on the spot and grinned as his new husband (God, he would never get tired of that) removed the jacket of his tux and led him by the hand to the centre of the dance floor.

”Well, we certainly chose the best person to be our best man,” Greg sighed happily.

Nick’s arms slid around his waist and Greg’s arms came up to circle his neck, pulling Nick as close as was physically possible. Nick nuzzled Greg’s cheek, revelling in his softness and warmth.

“Yep, couldn’t have chosen any better.”

The lighting in the venue dimmed as they spoke and Warrick gave the DJ a signal. The song they had chosen as their first dance, without hesitation on either part, began to float through the air. Catherine’s eyes immediately clouded with tears and Warrick walked back beside her and placed an arm around her shoulder as Grissom did the same to Sara. Brass smiled and even Ecklie looked as if he was happy. But Warrick thought it could have just been gas.

As they watched the couple gently swaying on the dance floor, a voice broke through the gentle instrumental opening.

“And I'd give up forever to touch you
‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now.”

As the music played, they became lost in thought, each thinking what the song they had chosen stood for to them.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
‘Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

The most terrifying thought of all was how close they had come to losing each other, and how much they worried that they still might. It meant that they lived moment to moment. Always taking the time to say ‘I love you’ and making sure they always had a goodbye kiss before they parted.

All it would take is one stray bullet, a mad man with a knife still at a scene, one car returning to a hit and run . . . so many things each day that could take one of them away.

And I don't want the world to see me
‘Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

Being broken . . . that had happened before. Nick remembered being buried alive, Nigel Crane and how Greg had put him back together after each. Greg remembered the explosion then Demetrius James and what Nick had done to bring him back from the brink each time. They had hidden from the world, turning to each other for everything they needed.

Both couldn’t help thinking that they wouldn’t still be here if it wasn’t for each other.

Greg dropped his head to Nick’s shoulder and sang the words softly into Nick’s ear. The past was gone for both of them and now they had all they needed.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive

All the times they had refused to cry when they needed it, only to get home and collapse into each other’s arms, sobbing for all they were worth, knowing the person they were clinging to was the only one who understood, the only one who could make it better.

All the times they had told everyone they were ok when that was far from the truth, but they couldn’t hide the truth when they stared into the eyes of the person who loved them more than life itself.

And I don't want the world to see me
‘Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

As the song finished, Greg looked up into Nick’s eyes, seeing them moist with unshed tears. He lifted his hands to cup Nick’s cheeks and smiled before leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lips to applause from the surrounding crowd.

They both knew exactly who the other was. Their hopes and fears, how to read them, how to make them smile, how to make them scream with pleasure, what small gestures and words meant, and that was all they cared about in that moment.

If they knew each other, loved each other, cared about each other, what else really mattered?

(In case you don’t know, the song is Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.)