Title: Undercover II
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: NC-17
Genre: First time, case file
Author: anmani
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me
Series: Undercover
Summary: Grissom reaches a dead end and send Nick and Greg undercover. This is not in any way connected with Undercover, but I couldn't come up with a better title. The story is set early season 2.
Beta'ed by the wonderful serenity151979 and written for dagdrommer for her Christmas present. In return she made the banner and the icon.

Grissom cursed inwardly and looked at Warrick knowing that they wouldn't learn anything more tonight from the people in the club. In clubs like that nobody talks to the police and even if they weren't cops per se, they were still affiliated with the police in too many ways. Warrick shrugged his shoulders and nodded towards the exit.

Back at the lab they debated how to go about their further investigation and given the lack of physical evidence; it became painfully evident that they needed background stories on the parties involved.

"Mickey Faranello, 35, internet-millionaire and super-playboy." Warrick summed up.

"Frank Petersen, 41, music-producer and high-roller." Grissom listed.

"Apart from the club I don't see any connection." Warrick sighed and his brow furrowed a bit deeper. Mickey Faranello had plowed his Hummer through Frank Petersen's house and Frank had returned the favor by torching Mickey's garage and thus sending two Lamborghinis and five Ferraris to the scrapheap. Then they had met for some kind of showdown, but the police had intervened. Now both men were in custody and not very happy about it.

"But they are too alike to have been lovers..." Warrick continued his musings over the case and Grissom nodded in agreement.

"Maybe it's about blackmail, but then why thrash each others things?"

"I don't think that's the case, these are strong emotional actions." Grissom stated dryly.

"Yeah actions that killed three people, who just happened to be doing their jobs." Warrick tried to conceal his agitation over the dead end they had reached.

"We need someone to go to the club, someone who they'll trust." Grissom had taken off his glasses and was massaging the bridge of his nose.

"Like who?"

Grissom sighed and donned his glasses and said quietly:

"Nick and Greg."

"What?!" Warrick was sure that his supervisor was yanking his chain.

"Greg has the looks for being arm-candy and Nick just needs a..."

"A lot of work, it ain't his style one bit!" Warrick interrupted staring wild eyed at Grissom like the man just had dropped off the moon.

"It can be done and if we want to get anywhere with this..." Grissom stopped abruptly as he caught sight of Nick trailing after Catherine towards the garage.

"Nick!"

"Warrick go get Greg." Grissom ordered as he waved Nick inside. Warrick gave him a disbelieving look left the office and headed for the DNA-lab. Nick entered the office after getting a nod of acceptance from Catherine.

"What's up Grissom?" Nick looked at him with his open and eager to serve face.

"I'll brief you when Greg gets here." Grissom went round his desk and sat down.

Greg entered the office and took the chair next to Nick that Grissom was indicating for him to take. The young lab tech was as always radiating off excess energy.

"Nick, Greg I'm gonna ask you to do a small undercover job for me." Grissom stated to gauge their reactions.

"I'm gonna be in the field!" Greg did little to control his eager and Nick just smiled in response to Greg's joy.

Grissom placed the case-file on the desk in front of his two young subordinates.

"Hey I know that club it's..." Greg trailed off staring wide eyed at his boss. At Greg's sudden halt in speech Nick took a closer look and after 10 seconds of reading his jaw dropped.

"What?!" Nick stuttered.

"It's the high end gay club in town yes. And the case that Warrick and I've been working on has only that club linking the suspects. But those people don't talk to outsiders affiliated with the police."

"No way, what happens there stays..." Greg's brain caught up with his mouth and he stopped, looking all baffled.

"What do you want us to do?" Nick asked swallowing nervously while he stared at the file lying open in his lap.

"I want you to go there as guests and find out what you can about Mickey Faranello and Frank Petersen. They had a beef and it killed three people."

"What are the ...eh guests like?" Nick asked with apprehension.

"Rich men with male arm-candy." Was Greg's simple reply. Nick eyed him suspiciously before returning to the case file.

"Sugar daddies that are in to boys." Grissom clarified.

Nick sighed clenched his jaw and looked up at his boss.

"So you want me to dress up and bring Greg along for arm-candy?"

"I've been there before and I doubt you've got anything passable." Greg seemed only a little shy about his admission, but it made Nick blush deep red.

"Does anyone there know that you work for the lab?" Grissom gave him that intense stare that many a bad guy had crumbled under.

"Nope. Arm-candy don't talk about themselves." Greg looked as if he wanted to delete the statement for a short moment, but held his head high.

"Well that should make it easier." Grissom relaxed again.

"Go dress Nick up and try and see what you can learn about these two tonight." Grissom tapped the file that Nick had returned to the desk.

"Come on Nick, we have a lot to do to get you ready." Greg said in a somewhat suggestive voice.

"What do ya mean?"

"The rich guys are the kind that looks with disgust at Armani suits. So we gotta find something classy for you." Greg patted Nick on the shoulder eager to get on with the assignment.

With a heavy sigh Nick got up and followed the eager lab tech very uncertain about what the night would bring. Greg started talking about outfits and brands that he had never heard about. So mindlessly Nick trotted after Greg thinking about the implications of pretending to be a rich gay guy with Greg as arm-candy. It hit him like a ton of bricks that some sort of intimacy would probably be needed to pull it off.

"Greg?"

"Mmh, what?" Greg stopped his rant and started walking backwards thus maintaining eye contact.

"What is the normal ...say behavior there?" Nick asked smiling dumbly. The grin on Greg's faced turned up to full volume and as always Nick couldn't help his own smile from widening too.

"The arm-candy are typically young men my age or a bit younger and their dress code is the wild side of the catwalk. You know ... the kind that makes my shirts look boring." Greg smirked and abused his eyelashes for a coy blink.

"Right anyway, the 'daddies' wear high end suits or Versace style outfits."

Nick held his breath and gave Greg a troubled look.

"Like I can afford anything like that."

"Aha... but you don't have to!" Greg obviously knew something that he didn't, but had no intention of revealing it unless asked to do so.

"Alright I give in, enlighten me."

After what seemed like an eternity to Nick he crumbled and asked the lab tech who was doing his best to be mysterious.

"First of all there are plenty of second hand shops in town, but I know a guy you could borrow from."

"Right let's go then Greggo." Nick grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him round and headed towards the locker room. 10 minutes later they left the lab and Greg was on the phone talking to someone called Richie about borrowing the clothes that Nick needed for the assignment.

Nick drove according to Greg's directions to a huge house in the fancy part of town and waited in the truck while Greg went inside for five minutes and came back out with something slung over his shoulder.

"Ok Nick, what kind of underwear are you wearing?" Nick just gaped and tried to form a coherent answer but lucked out.

"Oh come on how hard can it be to remember what you put on before leaving for work?" Greg sounded slightly impatient but the smirk gave him away.

"Plain white briefs if you must know." Nick gasped exasperated not confident to talk about things that intimate with anybody really.

"We are so going shopping!"

"What! It's my underwear! No one's gonna see them!" Panic was flooding his system by the thought of being caught naked in a gay club. The gay club was already plenty to deal with for him and the little Texas boy still controlling part of his brain was crying out in protest.

"You never know." Greg did that little thing with his brows and for some weird reason it calmed his nerves. Nick complied and bought the most expensive pair of boxer shorts he would ever come to own for sure. Even though he had been in Vegas for over a year shopping at night still felt off, so when Greg insisted on going to a pharmacy he was sure they'd all be closed. It didn't take long before Greg was leading him down a makeup aisle and the uncomfortable feeling was tying his stomach in knots.

He looked in amazement at the things that Greg transferred from the shelves to the basket. Eyeliner and eye shadow he could handle but the sexual lubricant and the condoms threw him for a loop. Greg just claimed that they were for his own supply and Nick really didn't want to know more. Whether it was the thought of Greg having sex with men or just Greg having sex that bothered him the most he couldn't figure out.

"Let me see your hands." Greg held out his own hands palms facing upwards and in his disturbed state of mind he just did as told.

"Eww you so need something for them! They're like sandpaper." Greg ran his thumbs over Nick's palms and shook his head.

"It's the latex gloves, but I use hand lotion." Nick stated indignantly.

"Yeah well you are so not touching my skin with them in that state. Besides I know the perfect remedy." Greg headed off towards another section while Nick was still trying to move on from the image of his hands on Greg's naked skin. The idea didn't just disgust him it also sat his libido in motion. He shook his head and clenched his jaw doing all he could to focus on the job at hand. After a finding a few more items Greg paid and they headed to Greg's apartment.

"Right we have about two hours before the party starts for real at the club." Greg said while he unlocked the door and Nick wanted to ask how Greg knew so much about that club, but he knew better than most people that something were meant to stay a secret. He followed Greg to the bedroom, where Greg emptied the shopping bags out on the bed.

"Am I gonna be wearing makeup?" Ever since Greg had mulled over what eye shadow to buy he'd be wondering if it was meant for him, but had only then found the courage to ask.

"Not much, anyway not something that shows. I'm the one with the girly part, you'll see that most 'couples' there have a male and a female part. It... eh well that's just the way it is there." Greg didn't feel like going into details with his knowledge, but he knew that he would have to let Nick in on a few things. Nick sat down on the edge of the bed while Greg started to pull clothes out his wardrobe.

"I've never been to a place like that." Nick was fidgeting with one of the jars that Greg had bought in the pharmacy.

"Not even for hazing or a crime scene?" Greg turned and looked at him with disbelief.

"Nah, I kinda stayed clear of that. What kind of behavior would we be expected to..." Nick couldn't get the right words and his courage failed him when the mental film of Greg and he kissing kept on playing.

"You're supposed to show me off and act a bit possessive."

Greg took a deep breath and Nick just waited having a feeling that more would come.

"The guy I used to see who took me there was a plastic-surgeon and I... well you know what a lap dance is right?" Nick nodded trying not to imagine Greg squirming about on his lap.

"That and some touching and some kissing. I'm... well arm-candy can be a bit like a groupie I guess. I... anyway he used to call me baby doll and no one knows my name there, just my face." Greg assumed an apologetic face.

"Why couldn't Warrick have gone with you?" Nick pouted as Greg took the jar from him opening it and smearing the thick creamy substance all over his hands.

"Because they know who he is. Just relax, I ain't out to hurt you." Greg explained like he was talking to a child and pointed to the few pieces of clothing that he had laid out on the bed. Nick turned to look at the outfits that Greg had lined up for them.

He snapped for air and then held his breath. The outfit that Greg had borrowed for him was black shiny pants, a dark dusty blue dress-shirt with an intricate pattern in a darker blue thread and then the jacket which had taken his breath away. It was dark blue with what he thought was black laces on. Next to his outfit was a harlequin patterned pair of leather-pants looking 3 sizes too small even for Greg. Above the pants was a skimpy vest that he doubted would fit even Lindsey.

Greg had returned to the wardrobe and turned back around holding a miniskirt up.

"Or I could wear this and go all girly." The mischievous smile made Nick feel lightheaded and he wasn't sure why he found the idea attracting in the first place even.

"Can you even get into ... those pants?" Nick was rubbing his hands together to absorb the thick lotion that Greg had covered them in.

"Sure baby oil does the trick every time."

"Baby oil!"

"Yeah you know the stuff that you put on babies skin." Greg threw out his arms in mock insult and shook his head.

"I know what it is. I just never thought that..." Nick's brain stopped the feed to his mouth while trying to grasp how Greg could get into those pants. He knew that working as a CSI; anything you could dream of you would see eventually and a lot more that you had never imagined in your wildest fantasies.

"Come on Nick, we've got work to do." Greg undressed and revealed a pair of silky smooth legs. Nick gaped and what should have looked wrong suddenly became luring and he felt an irresistible urge to feel the soft skin.

"You... shave your legs?"

"Mmh wax them actually." Despite his mental disorientation Nick was sure that he neared something Greg wanted to keep a secret.

Greg clad only in boxers with a Stars Wars theme plumped down on his lap.

"We better practice some touching so it don't look clumsy at the club." Greg nuzzled into his neck. The hot puff of Greg's breath and the proximity was intoxicating.

"What am I supposed to do?" Nick whispered breathlessly.

"Act like you own me, consider me a big lapdog. You call the shots man." Greg's voice was low and seductive and the little boy screamed in protest over his libido's attraction.

Nick placed a hand on Greg's lower back slowly testing the response as he moved it up the naked backside. Greg felt soft and nice under his touch and the young tech just moaned and cuddled closer in response to his caress.

"They'll expect kissing..." The husky suggestion sent a flash of heat through his body.

"I've ... Greg I've never kissed a man like that." The words came out weakly and with a heavier twang than normal.

"There's a first for everything Nick." Greg shifted in his lap and he felt the sharp bones dig into his thighs.

Bracing himself Nick took Greg's chin into his hand and guided his friends head into a more kissable position. He thought of all the reasons why he shouldn't be doing this, but his dedication to his job and to do good for Grissom won out and he kissed Greg softly on the lips. Greg yielded and opened his mouth and Nick could still hear the phrase: Act like you own me in his head. He knew that he was supposed to plunge his tongue into Greg's mouth, being the aggressive part.

His tongue was welcomed by Greg's agile playful tongue. It had been a long time since he had last kissed anyone like that and that had been Kristi. But Greg felt better under his touch and Nick nearly keeled over when the thought hit him.

"What's wrong?" Greg asked slightly out of breath after he broke the kiss so suddenly.

"I... it... it felt good and it shouldn't." Nick panted still holding Greg close and resting his forehead against Greg's. The gasp coming from Greg unsettled him even more, making him fear that it was just fun for Greg.

"Why not? I prefer men sometimes 'cause they're stronger. I mean physically." Greg's words were rushed and nervous. Nick sighed deeply trying to sort out these new strange feelings for his friend.

"Oh because this is a job and not for real?!" Greg scooted of his lap and busied himself with the outfit he had chosen.

"Greg stop!" Nick grabbed his arm as his mind grasped the meaning of what Greg had said.

"I'm sorry man, this is blowing my mind and I ... I just don't know what to think."

"It's fine... let's just get dressed." Greg pulled his arm free and snatched up the leather pants on the way to the bathroom.

"Greg! Sorry. I ... this is confusing me ok!" Nick didn't mean for the words to come out as angry as they did.

"Yeah well me too. You're always so damn touchy feely at work and then THIS freaks you out?!" Greg crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Nick.

Nick sat back stunned by the hurt intended and then sprang to his feet crossing the room to stand in front of Greg.

"I'm sorry okay? I've haven't been with anyone since Kristi." Nick could feel tears gathering in the corner of his eyes and he was getting desperate. Greg dropped his arms to the sides again and blinked fighting to grasp the admission from the ladies man himself.

"Wh-why don't we just call... Grissom and say that we can't do it?" Greg had begun to tremble like he was ice-cold and by instinct Nick wrapped his arms around the young tech.

"No. I can handle th... we can handle this." Nick loathed the thought of having to tell Grissom that he couldn't do it and would have to let his boss down.

"There's something you should know." Greg said leaning into the embrace.

"What?"

"The club is renowned for its live sex shows and it's not uncommon for arm-candy to perform favors while... watching." Nick froze at Greg's words not quite handling the idea of receiving a sexual favor from a man.

"Not that we have to do anything like that. Some never do anything in public." Greg added so fast that the words came out stumbling over one another.

"Phew... come on G we better get going." Nick placed a fast kiss on Greg's lips before letting go of him and returning to the bed to change into his outfit.

Greg worked fast on getting his looks going, knowing that the longer he would take the more he would lose his nerve. His mind wandered down memory lane as he applied the eyeliner and thought about the last time that he had been in the club attached to Graham's arm. Graham looked at him with his bright blue eyes demanding him to kneel. He complied and gave Graham the desired blow job. He felt utterly humiliated as Graham was focused on the young Asian man sitting next to him.

"Hey G what about shoes?" Nick called from the bedroom.

"Bugger! Have you got any ... dress shoes, you know black and shiny?" Greg was more than happy to leave the memories behind and focus on the job at hand.

"Yeah I've 2 pairs actually. I mean with 5 sisters there's been some weddings to attend." Nick had moved from the bedroom and stood in the door opening looking dashing in his borrowed feathers.

"Good we'll just swing by your place then. You look good." Greg nodded and smiled at the CSI that turned red at the praise.

"Th-thanks... so are you ready?" Nick stuttered studying his socked feet.

"Eh Nick ... take a look. I still have to get into the pants." Greg waved a bottle of oil in front of him and Nick was pretty sure that his palpitating heart would stop abruptly if he had to witness Greg wiggling into them.

Twenty minutes later after a lot of moans and groans from the bathroom Greg emerged clad in the more than skintight leather pants and the skimpy vest. Nick hadn't noticed earlier that the vest was covered with sequins and lace in just as many colors as the pants was composed of. The makeup was just as breathtaking and Nick literally stared at the green above the eyes and the strong black line encircling the beautiful brown eyes. Once again Nick found himself attracted to his friend in ways that he had never imagined before.

"Are you even comfortable in those?" Nick pointed at the pants and Greg simply shook his head.

"Let's get going ok." Greg picked up a few items around the apartment and dumped them in a small bag. Nick drove them back to his house and he spent less than two minutes changing his shoes. 2 hours and 45 minutes after they left the Lab they finally arrived at the club.

Nick did his best to appear as cool and suave as Greg had instructed him and they barely had to wait to get inside. Greg literally hung on his arm and showered him with attention. They found a relative private sofa after having gotten drinks, expensive whiskey for Nick and something pink with a very long name for Greg. The club was about three quarters full and still filling.

"You recognize anyone ... doll?" They had agreed on Greg being called doll and Nick Nicholas at the club.

"Yeah there's a few over on the other side of the dance floor and ... oh that's James and his sweetie." Greg gave a small cautious wave and 'Sweetie' returned it with a court nod.

"James?" Nick tasted the name and still found it odd that most of the men chose to be called by their full names there.

"CEO somewhere, loads of money, brainy, jock and bachelor of the year according to some femme magazine." Greg rambled of before said person came within earshot.

"Hey there I'm James and this is my sweetie." The tall well-built bronze-tanned man shook Nick's hand.

"Hey Nicholas and this is my doll." Nick quickly looked James over and felt like a bum compared to the elegant man.

James sat down and the young man accompanying him sauntered off towards the bar.

"So Nicholas; what do you do?" James had a public announcer feel to his voice making him sound very trustworthy.

"I'm a lawyer, just moved over from Dallas." Nick imitated his older brother to perfection and flashed James his best-buddy smile.

"Ah there can never be too many lawyers in the world eh?" James bantered and smiled.

Nick smiled and being the son of two lawyers he knew pretty much all the jokes going with the profession.

"Sorry, jokes aside. I'm CEO in a shipping company." James said and leaned back into the sofa getting comfortable. Greg cuddled closer and kissed him on the neck.

"He's a good guy, maybe he'll tell you some rumors." The whisper tickled Nick's neck and the good feeling overrode the panic still lingering in him.

"Don't worry! I think I've heard them all and quite honestly people in this country would have a rude awakening if we all dropped dead." Nick recalled one of his sister's favorite comebacks and used it accompanied by a huge grin.

"Oh yeah, take away the ability to sue and we won't have a clue what to do." James laughed heartily and padded his knee as his sweetie returned with beverages unknown to Nick.

"Nah that's for sure. Shipping?! Huh. I have a sister in corporate law." Nick hadn't worked that much undercover in Dallas, but he had been taught a few tricks of the trade and most importantly to stay close to the actual truth.

"Yeah shipping, it's a steady job, not like people suddenly won't need transport of their goods." James was showered with kisses from his sweetie and Greg showed an equal amount of attention to him.

The music changed from a fast dance rhythm to a slower more suggestive beat.

"Mmh sweetie why don't you take Nicholas' doll out dancing huh?" James lifted the younger man off his lap and sought approval from Nick with his eyes.

"Sounds like a good idea, I wouldn't mind see you wiggle that ass doll." Nick tried to make his voice husky as he guided Greg up with a hand firmly cupping the tech's behind.

"Wiggling it is then." Greg laughed as he headed for the dance floor hand in hand with James' sweetie.

"He's so totally cute!" 'Sweetie' declared once out on the dance floor.

"Mmh and strong." Greg added switching without any difficulty to squee-mode.

"Better than...?" 'Sweetie' had always refused to say Graham's name out loud, but he had never told Greg why.

"Definitely better. He's one of the good guys." Greg nodded and smiled convincingly despite the million questions that their rehearsal had raised.

"Yeah well they can surprise you know?" 'Sweetie' gave him his wise look and Greg hoped this was his opening.

"I know, I kinda thought Mickey Faranello was one too." He threw the bait and hoped for the best.

"We all did! And I'm not sure that he did what they say. I mean FP is a right bastard and I wouldn't put it past him not to set Mickey up like this." 'Sweetie' obviously needed a confident on his own level and Greg knew that he had to keep 'Sweetie' talking.

"Is Mickey still with Jen?" Greg suddenly recalled that he had only seen Mickey Faranello accompanied by a Greek Adonis called Jen.

"I hope so. This all started when Jen got that job for FP and the bastard started to show Jen off as his." 'Sweetie' assumed a very insulted face.

"What?! Is he nuts?! They've been together, like forever!" Greg exclaimed in a high-pitched voice doing his best to sound like an outraged teenage girl. "I know and that's so totally far out."

Nick memorized every move Greg made out on the floor and he wanted to explore that body and those wayward feelings much more than he wanted to pump people for information.

"He's a diamond." James said leaning back openly displaying the large bulge in his pants.

"Mmh more than catches on at first sight." Nick chuckled and tried to adjust himself in the rather tight pants that Greg had gotten for him.

"I remember when Graham brought him here the first time. He's told you about Graham right?" A tiny insecure look crossed James's face but Nick nodded hoping to keep the good flow of their conversation going.

"Yeah his plastic surgeon." Nick stated all he knew and counted on James to fill him in.

"Yeah, the bastard. No offense man. But he didn't end it in a good way. Fair enough he was moving on to Miami for his career, but it wasn't necessary to humiliate the kid."

The words burned a hole in Nick's heart, but they also made sense in an unsettling way. Shortly after he'd buried Kristi Greg hadn't really been his cheerful old self, but his friend had done his best to hide it and Nick had chosen not to pursue the subject back then.

"Nah, he's got the sweetest smile and he's a good boy. Not a bad bone in his body."

"No you got that right Nicholas and with an ass like that he's just perfect." James chuckled and Nick couldn't help but follow the sway of Greg's hips.

"I take it that you haven't been together that long?" James continued in more inquisitive tone.

"Nah like I said I only just arrived." A particularly loud song drowned any further conversation and it gave Nick time to come up with how they had met if need be. Greg and 'Sweetie' danced close to the edge of the dance floor to show off for them and Nick noticed that they weren't the only ones dancing like that. He glanced around the room and saw several known faces.

"So have you heard about the Energy-show?" James asked in a very suggestive voice when the music changed to a ballad.

"Mmh yeah that's part of why I came here. Nothing like that happens in Dallas." Nick was gaining confidence on the subject and part of him was actually interested in seeing the live-show.

"You said you're a lawyer, what kind?" James reverted to business and Nick knew that he would have his work cut out for him getting this man into spilling rumors.

"Family, ya know divorce, adoption and shit like that." Greg was grinding hips with 'Sweetie' and Nick felt an urge to go out on the floor and punch the man's lights out.

"Ah so you just get all the tragic stuff eh?" James sipped on his drink while following the intimate moves of his partner and Greg.

"Yeah, no high profile like arrested music producers or million dollar tax scams." Nick sighed for emphasis and swirled his whiskey around in the glass trying to focus on something other than Greg.

"That wouldn't be Frank Petersen that you're thinking of now, would it?" James gave him a cautious look, but continued when he nodded.

"That creep. He thought he could break up one of the most cemented couples in all of Vegas." James shuttered and clenched his jaw in disgust.

"That's about the same my little doll out there said." Nick turned up his famous charm hoping that it would also work on someone like James.

"Mickey and Jen is like thee couple." James huffed.

"Anyway Jen's been working for Frank for I don't know... six months now. He loves music just like your doll." James took a pause staring at his lover and Greg as they moved to the rhythm pumping out of the powerful speakers.

"Suddenly Frank starts showing off Jen like he was his. In LA that is. They were out there producing for some guy I can't remember the name of."

"You can't go stealing someone like that!" Nick said full of empathy and indignation.

"No you can't, but then Frank has never been one to follow the rules." The song ended and the two sweaty men looked at them apparently unsure whether to return or keep dancing. A minute gesture from James made them stay on the floor.

"Rumor has it that he's set the whole thing up and that Mickey is as innocent as can be." Nick nodded wondering if that was the general assumption or if James just sided with Mickey.

Their conversation reverted to Greg and his experiences with Graham. The more he learned the more pain he felt on behalf of his friend. Happy smiley Greg that could always cheer him up in mere seconds had been through quite an ordeal and it seemed that they had more in common than he would ever have guessed.

"Oh the show will be on in five. We better get them off the floor." James got up and made eye contact with 'Sweetie'. Nick was shocked to see how fast and unquestioningly the two men left the dance floor to accompany them once again.

Greg slick with sweat eased down on his lap and he cradled him by instinct.

"Looking forward to the show?" Greg asked placing small kisses on Nick's neck. Nick nodded before he actually allowed himself to think about the show and what he was about to see.

"Trust me Nicholas; these guys are the hottest." James declared after the DJ introduced the participants in the nights show. 'Sweetie' was sent to get them more drinks and James insisted on buying them a new round.

The three participants of the nights show entered the makeshift stage on the dance-floor. Greg recognized the stocky young white guy from earlier; the brown curls tied back in a loose ponytail had always fascinated him. He hadn't seen the Thai before and he'd never understood the attraction to androgynous Thai boys. The third person had an Italian air to him despite the silky smooth chest.

"The white guy is amazing." He whispered into Nick's ear and was acknowledged with a nod.

As the three men got down to business Nick's hands explored his body like those of a new lover and Greg felt warm and fuzzy. The white guy was kneeling giving the Italian a blowjob while the Thai was finger-fucking him. One of Nick's hands ended its journey resting on his crotch. The leather had stretched enough for him not to be extremely uncomfortable should he get excited, but he hadn't counted on Nick making a move like that and the pain combined with the pleasure was getting to him fast.

The show enticed Nick more by the minute and he was on a steep learning-curve. The basics of sex between men he knew, but the finer details and the amount of lubricant needed surprised him. Another thing that also surprised him was his hand on Greg's crotch, it had moved on its own account to that very intimate position without him meaning to.

On one hand he wanted to remove it but glancing around people were doing a lot more than just touching. Greg made small whimpering sounds and it egged him on to do more. The little good Texan boy was crying out calling him faggot and things even worse, but Greg felt good and the air was so full of pheromones that he didn't stand a chance. It was a strange yet very familiar feeling rubbing his hand over Greg's erection through the leather pants. Familiar because of all the times that it had just been him and his hand and strange because it was weird Greg Sanders that he was doing it to.

Greg would have sworn when he started his shift that Nick touching him this intimately was out of the question, but yet there he was with his head thrown back and an erection fighting against the tight leather. Vaguely Greg recalled something about napkins and drinks and fumbled blindly on the table for the illusive paper to catch his cum. The pants rode lower than most and he was more than aware that the tip of his erection was peaking above the pants. The third time Nick's thumb made contact with the sensitive head the orgasm hit him like a lightning bolt, fast and with little warning.

Nick's focus had shifted from the show to Greg and he was amazed by the young tech's fast climax, but also how deftly Greg managed to catch everything in a napkin that he couldn't recall having seen earlier. Hungrily he demanded a deep kiss from Greg and it burned in his veins with his desire. The information gathering assignment was long forgotten and Nick could really do with easing the pressure building in his cock. Greg moved into a position where he could create friction for Nick's cock without moving too much.

"I.... can't." Nick moaned and gently lifted Greg away from his lap.

"Sorry." Greg mumbled looking horrifying downcast and guilt settled in Nick instantly.

"These are not my pants." Nick fumbled for an adequate explanation to his adverse to be caught jerking off in public. James landed a hand on his arm breaking the moment before it got too tense.

"It takes some getting used to." The public announcer voice relaxed Nick and he turned his attention to Greg again with apology written all over his face.

Greg didn't push him any further and Nick refocused on the show. 'Curly' was taking some serious fucking from the Thai and the CSI in Nick began to count the used condoms now littering the stage.

"What are you doing?" Greg whispered when he noticed Nick's tongue barely sticking out knowing well that it was a face of utter concentration.

"Counting the condoms." Came the whispered absentmindedly answer. Greg did his best to hide his laughter and ended up giggling into Nick's neck.

James had been watching them intently after the tense moment but relaxed when Greg started giggling assured that Nick wasn't out to harm the young man on his lap. The live show came to a grand finale and the club erupted into catcalls and applause in general. Soon after many couples made for the exit in an obvious hurry to take things further elsewhere. James waved a couple over and Nick recognized the 'male' as one of the local politicians.

"Nathaniel come and meet Nicholas and his doll." Nathaniel Harrison and his piece of arm-candy came and joined them letting James make the appropriate introductions. After only a few minutes of small talk 'Sweetie' made the smallest hint and James excused them both and they took off. Nathaniel's arm-candy was called the Swede and for good reason, the man had a typical Scandinavian air to him with his ice blue eyes and blond hair.

Nick had regained enough of his composure to go back on the hunt for information and he had a very yielding conversation with Nathaniel and once again Greg went dancing this time with the Swede. Two hours later they left the club with loads of information and tired bodies.

"We better head back to the lab and brief Grissom. Shift's almost over." Nick stated as they got into the cab of his truck.

"In this?!" Greg normally didn't mind outrageous shirts for work wear but he drew the line at sequins.

"Eh well I guess we could go and change... wait I have some extra stuff in the back." Nick snapped his fingers and indicated for Greg to reach around the seat and get whatever was there.

After some fumbling Greg found a leather jacket.

"Do you call this extra stuff?" He asked holding the jacket up.

"Eh ... but oh yeah that's right I cleared out the truck the other day." Nick had momentarily forgotten his promise to himself to no let stuff litter his truck.

"I guess it'll do. Didn't I pack a bag before we left?" Greg recalled throwing a towel and a few other things into a bag, but not bringing the bag.

"Can't really remember." Nick said offhand focusing on driving.

Greg donned the leather jacket and tried not to sniff it drinking in the scent of Nick still lingering in it. They made it to the lab without too much trouble in the morning traffic and went over the information that they had gathered during the night.

"I hate this." Nick growled as he searched for a parking lot at the lab. Greg said nothing since he was busy with studying the tendons and veins showing more on Nick's neck with the growing frustration.

"Hey man wake up." Nick tapped Greg on the arm and he literally jumped in his seat.

"Eh... Sorry, just miles off I guess." Greg threw on a disarming smile and got out of the truck.

They went straight to Grissom's office and found both him and Warrick waiting for them.

"So did you learn anything?" Grissom asked innocently and Nick thought for a moment that his boss was referring to the gay sex they had witnessed.

"Yes Sir." Greg started and Nick thought that the tech deserved to tell the tale.

"Right so we talked to a bunch of people and they all think that Mickey Faranello is being framed. Anyway the rumors were that Jen, Mickey's man... ehrm arm-candy had started working for Frank Petersen like 6 months ago as some sort of secretary I think. Not quite sure on the actual job title. Anyway Mickey and Jen have been together like forever or at least longer than most could remember. So Frank is off on a job in Cali and he has brought Jen and then starts showing him off like he was his. That is just so wrong."

Greg drew a breath and the CSI's nodded for him to continue; for once he had an attentive audience.

"Most said that Mickey never ran his Hummer through Frank's house and that it was probably Frank or one of his baboons 'borrowing' the truck and doing it. There was some talk about an insurance scam, but nothing solid. Basically it just seems like Frank's out to get Mickey."

Greg stopped as if contemplating on how to phrase his next words.

"Why would he do that?" Warrick asked.

"Because Jen's younger brother made a fool of Frank in public and Mickey backed out of business deal that went south anyway." Nick said quietly and felt guilty for not having remembered to tell Greg that tidbit as well. However Greg hid his lack of knowledge surprisingly well.

"Insurance scam?" Grissom had scribbled a lot down and seemed hung up on that word more than any of the others.

"Yeah, something about some art and eh... some instruments. People said that Frank had lost money on something, but nobody knew what." Greg searched his brain for more on the topic allowing Nick to take over.

"A desperate man in a desperate situation. To quote one of the 'daddies' that I spoke with." Nick rubbed his neck and sought out the approval of his partner.

"It does sound desperate. But we haven't come across anything like that!" Warrick looked puzzled and Grissom leafed through the file as if he had missed some vital clue.

"There were a few hushed words about Frank Petersen being blackmailed by someone in the music industry. But nobody had anything more solid than that." Greg added.

Grissom took off his glasses and to nobody's surprise started to massage the bridge of his nose.

"This is getting more complicated than we first assumed." Their boss looked up and gave them each a thorough look. Nick was sure that Grissom knew everything that had happened at the club and he could feel his cheeks burn. Greg stood defiantly in Nick's slightly too big leather jacket and tried not to let the blue eyes make him babble. Warrick seemed as unaffected as ever.

"Shift's over, so would it be okay if we went home?" Greg asked in a more humble voice than normal. Grissom snapped his eyes back to the tech and after a moment nodded dismissing him and Nick. As they left they could hear Warrick recapping the whole thing and both knew the dark man well enough to recognize that he was exasperated. In silent agreement they headed out to the parking lot and got in Nick's truck. Halfway to his apartment Greg remembered that his car was still at the lab and he thought about asking Nick to go back and get it. But he was tired and confused like hell.

At first he was surprised that Nick followed him inside, but then an image of Nick's clothes on a chair next to his bed flashed up in his mind.

"You never told me about Richie and the story behind this outfit." Nick stood right behind him as he aimed for the keyhole.

"Long story, but I'll give you the short one." Greg felt rather jumpy over having Nick in his personal space, mostly because of what had happened earlier.

Greg finally managed to unlock and open his door letting them both in. Once safely inside Nick simply grabbed him into a bear hug and just held him tight.

"Nick are you okay?" Greg gasped at the tight squeeze and the slight tremble in his friend.

"No." Nick sniffled into his leather jacket still containing the amazing Greg.

"You can tell me." Greg said with effort because of the pressure still applied to his body by Nick.

"I shouldn't have liked it so much, I shouldn't be feeling the way I do about you, I shouldn't be holding a man like this, I shouldn't go to places like that, I shouldn't hate Graham for what's he's done to you, I shouldn't be falling for you, I shouldn't..." Nick's rant ended in unintelligible sobs drowning any remaining words.

Greg's head spun at what he had just heard and if he had felt confused before it was nothing compared to after Nick's speech. Nick was obviously just as far out, the tears only emphasizing that.

"It's okay for two men to be together and it's also okay for you to be with a man. It doesn't change who you are Nick. Graham belongs to the past. I'm over his stupid insults and ready to move on. You can feel whatever you want to. I'm here and I l... like you no matter what." Greg swallowed the l-word knowing that it would truly turn Nick's world more upside down than it already was.

"I wanna try it." The request was barely above a whisper yet it released an avalanche of emotions in both men.

"With me?" Greg asked cautiously hoping for the best. All Nick did was nod and Greg just began to peel of their clothes while directing them to the bedroom.

The leather pants were as always easy to get out of and before long both were lying naked on his bed. Nick was no longer the aggressor and not just because of his lack of knowledge. Greg instinctively felt that Nick was better at playing along than instigating and it suited him just fine. He explored the well defined muscles laid out before him with his mouth and hands.

"Greggo?" Nick gasped. "Rimming?"

"Mmh, like the Thai did to Curly?" Greg wasn't sure how much of the lingo that Nick had down, but the affirmative nod made him carry on.

"You want my tongue up your ass?" He suggested huskily.

"Doesn't it taste weird?" Nick arched his hips when Greg ran a hand over his hipbone and continued to his inner thigh.

"Not on people with normal functioning digestion."

"Wh-what?" Nick stammered totally lost to the hands caressing his body.

"McDo-Joe was a bad experience." Greg chuckled and Nick wasn't sure if he wanted to understand the nickname fully. "Over-processed food tends to give people constipation and well not all things age with grace."

Nick opened his eyes wide trying to erase the image of a burger eating fat man getting rimmed by Greg.

"What do you want Nick?" Greg didn't feel confident enough to just go and do whatever he would like to his virgin friend.

"I... I don't know." All hot and flushed Nick raised his upper body and met Greg in a fierce kiss while trying to figure out what he actually wanted apart from being with Greg.

"You've seen most after tonight I'd say, but what do you want?" Greg panted when Nick broke the kiss for air.

"Y-you. I want you."

"You've got me." Greg took a deep breath and slowly started to debauch Nick in the perfect way that he wished he'd been.

"I'll tell you what I intend to do before I do it. No surprises. Just you me and a lot of loving." Greg whispered with his smoothest bedroom voice ever.

"Sou-sounds good." Nick felt like he was on fire but lying on ice. His brain had released so many different chemicals that he had gone into momentarily sensory overload.

Greg slowed down his exploration and turned his attention to Nick's strong neck where the tendons were clearly showing. Carefully he nibbled and kissed the neck evoking a series of moans from Nick. From the neck he traveled to the right collarbone with his tongue and found a highly sensitive spot that had Nick arching of the bed crying out in lust. He exchanged the collarbone with the right nipple and gently increased the ministrations of his tongue to test whether Nick liked to have his nipples stimulated or not.

The reaction told of an extreme fine line between pleasure and pain. Greg let his mouth travel down over the finely trimmed abdominal muscles pausing briefly to tease Nick's navel. Something that women enjoyed far more than men according to his experience and he kept up a running commentary for Nick all the time.

"I'm gonna take you in my mouth now. But I can't deep throat you, so don't thrust too hard." Greg's hot breath wafted over his erection heightening his arousal further.

Nick had received a few blowjobs over the years and he thought he knew what he was in for. But Greg was stronger creating more suction and stimulating the sensitive spots more intensely. A blowjob had never before made him feel like exploding so fast and he buried his hands in Greg's hair screaming at the top of his lungs when he came like a teenager on a hormonal overdose. The tech swallowed the initial load and then began to suckle like he was milking him.

The tongue flicking over the head of his penis was agile and it kept him floating high on the remnants of his orgasm. Nick wanted to say a million things but all he was capable of was loud moans of pleasure. Greg looked up at him and all Nick could do was stare in awe at the brown eyes with the smudged eyeliner and the green shadow and the long dark lashes.

"Do you want more?" Greg released his softening erection and rose up all fours in a catlike position. Nick tried to lift his head to answer, but he felt so heavy in his entire body and for the first time he realized why somebody claimed an orgasm to be like a small death.

"Do you want me to stimulate your prostate? I can do it with a finger and a lot of lubricant to make it completely painless." The mere suggestion increased Nick's heart rate considerably and he managed a weak nod.

Catlike Greg crawled on all fours over him and reached for the nightstand drawer bringing out a glove and the sexual lubricant bought earlier.

"The glove is for your protection against my nails, even short ones can be uncomfortable on occasion." Greg donned the glove after returning to sit between Nick's legs.

"Let's get a pillow under your butt, it makes things easier."

Nick felt a slippery finger slide over his anus and shivered in a combination of anticipation and anxiety. The finger circled and tapped waiting on him to relax and the wrinkled skin to soften. The short gasps of breath that he barely managed made him lightheaded and he forced his body to relax to avoid a dizzy spell. As he relaxed the finger entered him ever so little and the strange invasion felt good because it was Greg controlling that finger and Greg felt good.

"Just relax and enjoy it. Say stop if it hurts at all. I don't wanna hurt you." The words had a further relaxing effect and the finger slipped in deeper. Nick had no idea how much and the scientist in him was trying to recall the whereabouts of the prostate in the male anatomy. Moments later a new and very special sensation flooded his nervous system causing him to see writhe on the bed.

"Good or bad?" The question was soft and heartfelt.

"Good." Nick whispered choking on emotions.

Greg moved the finger over the nerve bundle repeatedly and Nick felt his cock grow hard again. His hands were tearing at the sheets for each brush against his prostate and without thinking he vocalized his pleasure in a mixture of words and moans. Another finger was added and Nick couldn't help the image of Greg fucking him into the mattress forming in his mind.

"I...I want..." Nick gave up trying to formulate his need and hoped that Greg would be clever enough to figure it out for himself.

"Do you want me in you?" The words sounded like they were printed in neon so crisp and clear were they.

"Ple-please." He was reduced to a primitive mush of lust.

"I'm just gonna reach for a condom." Greg stretched across him to the drawer again and fumbled for the protection while keeping a steady pace with the fingers still in him.

It didn't take Greg long to replace the fingers with his lubricated rubber covered erection. Despite the careful preparation it still burned and Nick snapped a breath opening his eyes suddenly with the pain showing clearly.

"It's too much isn't it?" Greg pulled back, but the initial burn had already been replaced with a longing for the stimulation provided by the fingers moments earlier.

"No, do it." Nick wrapped his strong legs around Greg's slim waist and pulled the younger man deeper in.

Slowly Greg began to move carefully watching Nick's every reaction and sought out the bundle of nerves yielding so much pleasure. Nick had for the entire session been rather loud and it wasn't until then that he actually heard the words spilling from Greg's mouth. They were words of endearment and love, a love he subconsciously must have known existed since he was able to give himself so utterly and completely to his young friend.

Nick felt a contraction in his entire body and gave in to the orgasm crashing through his system for the second time that day. He looked up at the blackened eyes belonging to his friend, seducer, coworker and lover. Greg looked into Nick's equally darkened eyes and held the gaze as he allowed the orgasm waiting to roll over him. After coming he did a few more lazy thrusts before pulling out as gently as human possibly.

"Wow." Nick was flat on his back with a warm sweaty Greg sprawled across him.

"Wow yourself." Greg mumbled into his chest.

"Shower or sleep?" Nick had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

"Whatever makes you stay." The words were laden with sleep, but they meant the world.

Grissom called them in to his office two nights later.

"Your information panned out. Frank Petersen had messed up several business deals and lost other peoples money by the millions. Whether this thing with Mickey Faranello was planned from the day he hired Jen or just a desperate way out has yet to be discovered."

Grissom paused taking a deep breath before carrying on.

"Frank Petersen is now being investigated for tax evasion, insurance fraud, arson, theft, murder and art fraud." Grissom allowed a pause for his words to sink in.

"Mickey Faranello has been set free cleared of all accusations." With that their boss returned to his latest entomologist magazine and they left his office slightly shell shocked.

"My place or yours?"