Title: A Handful of Sand
By: quettaser
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Summary: Done for worldstage_fic. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?

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Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses? -A Winter's Tale

           
            He hadn't felt his back hit the wall, only heard it, a dull thump barely registering over the sound of his own gasping breath, blood pounding in his ears. Knew he'd have a bruise somewhere along his shoulders tomorrow but couldn't bring himself to care. Not with Greg in his arms, against his lips, pressed against him like Nick was a drug and he couldn't get his fix. He wouldn't have stopped that for anything, rather die in the hallway than have the moment end, have Greg pull away once he's had his fill.

            And that should have scared him more than it did, because it's only the fifth time they've done this"¦well, not the fifth time, fifth day really. Fifth time they've stumbled home from the lab, Greg's eyes and hands searing him, burning marks into his skin that only he could see, that only he could feel.

            Only the fifth time and he should'nt have wanted it the way he did, expect it, wait the entire night for it, desire building in him until his body hummed, counting the seconds until they got off shift. Should have been more scared because he's found himself thinking about dates and lazy days on the couch, trips to the grocery store and slow showers lost in the stream, grinding against each other until the water turned cold.

            Things he hadn't wanted in a long time, no time to want it, no one to want it with. Except that was a lie, because he'd always wanted Greg, blushed and danced around him, for more than three years and he was willing to take whatever he can get.

            Greg tugged, hands insistent at the top of his jeans, mouth hard against his, bruising lips, teasing with his tongue. They moved awkwardly down the hallway, almost shuffling, narrowly avoiding sharp corners, finally landing on his bed, Greg stretched out on top of him, pulling off his own shirt. Never been out of jeans faster, and he tried to keep his heart from jumping at the way Greg's hands shiver against him. Took in swollen parted lips, flushed cheeks and tousled hair and gave himself a moment to stare. Let his hand flex against Greg's hip, thumb running over soft skin before pulling him down.

            Sighed as skin met skin and the feeling's somewhere between new and familiar. He'd already memorized the rush of breath on his neck, the texture of scars beneath his fingers but every movement still surprised him, became something new. Lips pressed hard against his and he knows this will never be enough.

            Never satisfied with just stolen moments after work, hot hands and slick skin and Greg gone before he knows it, mornings left alone in a quickly chilling bed. Only now the bed burned, Greg was sliding lower, kisses trailing down his neck, down his chest, stopping to swirl his tongue around his bellybutton. Gasped and he can feel Greg's brilliant smile against his skin. That smile that got him here, flashing bright in the darkness of the hotel room five days ago and he resisted the urge to pull him up again, kiss him senseless like the first time. Rocked back to reality as Greg laps at his balls with the flat of his tongue.

            "Fuck," and that might have been the first words he's spoken since they got to his house, only he can't remember anything but Greg's mouth against his. Hands tangled in Greg's hair, felt the soft texture beneath sticky gel and Greg was smiling, teasing him with scorching breath. Nick moaned louder than he intended and Greg's mouth was on him, wet and soft and feeling more than a little bit like heaven.

            If blowjobs are allowed in heaven.

            Swallowed the thought as Greg swallowed him, tired of his brain cutting in on his pleasure, vowed to stop thinking and just enjoy the moments he can have. A shaky exhale and Greg's hand wrapped around his base, soft enough to make him arch up towards heat and wet, just firm enough to be torturous. Could do nothing but stare, Greg moving up and down slowly, lips tight around him and watching him watch, eyes locked with Nick's, something flashing there he can't quite identify, doesn't want to dare to name. Then Greg's tongue was being dragged up the underside of his cock and he growled, eyes shutting to hold onto his last ounce of control.

            Then, Greg was gone, pulling away, sliding up his body again and he clamped a hand on the back of Greg's neck, pulling him back down for another searing kiss. Swallowed the urge to ask what they were doing, what all this meant, because they've done a lot of very intimate things, but never gone on a date or had a dinner together. And he didn't want it to be just sex, wanted more, wanted everything, but he knew it couldn't be anything more than that.

            Because this couldn't possibly have been anything more than convenience for Greg. Could easily have anyone he wanted and it just must have been easier for him to come home with Nick, someone who shares his schedule and won't ask questions. Swallowed the urge to ask because he'll still take anything he can get and the minute he stops being a convenience, it will all end, these moments sliding through his fingers like a handful of sand.

            He rolled them over, cocks rubbing against each other and Nick can't stop the thrill that goes through his body as Greg moaned into the deep kiss, hands moving desperately across his back. He pulled away to watch, Greg's eyes locked with his as he sucked two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. Moved them down to rub just behind Greg's balls and he captured his mouth again to taste Greg's moan as he pressed inside.

            He'd never done just sex before, excepting the two drunken one night stands that don't really count in his book. He'd genuinely liked the men he's dated, sex just a natural part of something more. But if Greg's knowledge of kink was anything to go by, he'd had a lot more experience. He was willing to try it though, would try anything as long as he can get this everyday, Greg splayed out beneath him, neck arched long and pale that he can't help but taste. Tasted sweat and soap and the lingering smell of the lab and felt Greg's pulse beneath his lips. Sucked hard, wanting to mark, to be able to look and remember this moment tomorrow, wanting Greg to think of him every time he looks in the mirror.

            Tight heat surrounded his fingers and he couldn't fathom how much harder that made him, how quickly Greg had found a way to burrow into his cock, his mind, his heart, each squeeze of Greg's hand on his bicep making him jump and when he tensed around his fingers, his cock twitched in a way that's almost painful.

            Pulled back to whisper, "I want to fuck you," only it came out sounding a lot more like "What are we doing?" and he could have kicked himself. Greg stilled beneath him, only he was still panting, chest rising and falling and Nick can barely find the strength to breathe. Greg's eyes widened for a moment, devoid of anything beyond pleasure, then softened in understanding, knowing exactly what Nick was asking.

            "Whatever you want," whispered Greg, coming up to trail a finger along his lips and Nick really can't breathe. Instead, he leaned down to kiss again, parting Greg's lips with his tongue, and it was that same kiss they first shared in the dark, slow and deep and his toes curled, it's so good.

            "Everything, anything," he whispered against Greg's lips. Pulled back just a little more, watched Greg's eyes. Saw something flicker there like surprise or awe and maybe he was wrong about convenience. Missed the meanings behind the signs, the touches, the flirts. Misinterpreted every look and suddenly, he was a man possessed.

            Pulled his fingers out, ignoring Greg's whimper, the arching of his hips. Rolled on a condom and slicked himself. Positioned himself at Greg's opening and leaned down to kiss as he pressed inside.

            Greg surged up into him, moved onto him, surrounded him and Nick was moaning into the kiss and he didn't care. Could be loud and needy and insistent and he wished he'd said something sooner. Could've spent slow days in bed, long nights just feeling, not worried about what Greg's going to do when it's over"¦and Greg clenched around him and he's missing it all over again. Thrust hard, Greg arching into every push, smiling up at him again before sighing and shaking, eyes trembling shut as he came.

            Nick came a moment later, muscles screaming as he tried to keep from crushing Greg with his weight. Waited until they were both still again, breath slowing before he pulled out, rolling off Greg, a chill running through him at the loss of all that heat. Greg's hand found it's way to his chest and he gripped it tight with his own.

            Turned to see Greg's brilliant smile again, only it was softer now, like he was sated, and Nick couldn't resist another kiss. Pulled Greg closer with one hand while he threw out the condom with the other. Probably missed the trashcan, but Greg's pressed against him and he can't bring himself to care. Kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "Don't you dare leave this time."

            Greg's voice came out in a sigh, and Nick could tell he was about to fall asleep. "Should have said something sooner. I would have never left."

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