CSI: Gil/Nick/Greg prompt
Title: Hands on Advice 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Nick/Greg
Warnings: Very light D/s play. Collars make a tiny appearance. Unbeta'd.
Summary: Greg asks Gil for advice.
Notes: This is for morgan_cian and the next chapter is for 3nood. They both asked for the same pairing and so there is one chapter for each of them.
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Greg didn't know what he was going to do. Nick had been very careful with him for several weeks now and it was about to drive Greg crazy. Leaning on one elbow, Greg gazed down at his sleeping partner and thought about how to get Nick to quit worrying about hurting him. I get one measly black eye and he won't hardly fuck me anymore.
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Fidgeting, Greg stood in the hallway of the lab and waited for his chance. It was a stupid idea, but he really thought Grissom would listen. He'd probably ask Greg why he was asking, but at least he'd listen. As soon as Warrick left Grissom's office, Greg moved.
Knocking on the frame of the doorway, loudly because he wasn't sure of Grissom's hearing, he waited for the man to look up.
"Greg. Did you need something?"
Slipping inside, Greg pulled the door closed behind himself and ignored Grissom's raised eyebrow. Perching himself on the edge of a chair, Greg tried not to squirm under Grissom's scrutiny. "I need advice. Or maybe just someone to listen."
Grissom took his glasses off and sat them on his desk. "About what, Greg?"
"Well, you know about Nick and me, right?"
Grissom straightened up. "Greg, I'm not who you should ask for advice on relationships. Catherine would be a better choice for that."
Greg shook his head. "No. Not for this. You aren't going to judge us. Cath is great and all, but she tends to see me as this zany little brother or something. Kink doesn't figure into that image and I'd rather not bust her bubble. You at least would listen and be able to give me an idea on how to help Nick."
Blinking, Grissom leaned forward. "What were you going to ask?"
Sighing, Greg relaxed a little. "Okay, so Nick and I were trying something different and Nick sorta freaked out. I got a black eye from his elbow and ever since he's been really nice. Careful." Greg waved his hands around as he spoke. "I don't want careful, at least not all the time. I can't get him to let go and just, you know, be him. He's driving me nuts."
"Nicky hit you?"
"Not on purpose! He wasn't...there, you know? He'd gotten stuck somewhere in his head and he was scared, I think. I'm not really sure because he won't discuss it. Other than being attentive and smothering, he acts like it didn't happen."
Grissom was quiet for several minutes while Greg forced himself to sit still. Finally Grissom said, "What do you want me to say?"
Throwing his hands up, Greg bit the inside of his cheek to keep from yelling. "I don't know. I just thought you'd have an idea on how to show him he won't break me."
"Greg, I'm not part of your relationship with Nick. I can't tell you how Nick is going to react or what would be best."
Standing, Greg edged around the chair towards the door. "Right. Sorry to waste your time." He was just about to take hold of the door handle when Grissom's voice stopped him.
"I'd like to help, Greg, but I don't have enough information to give you a proper answer."
Turning halfway back, Greg caught the expression of longing on Grissom's face before it slid back to neutral. It was usually the stupid ideas that got him in the most trouble and the instant idea Grissom's momentary flicker of expression gave him was the stupidest yet. "Come to dinner, well, breakfast." Grissom looked as surprised as he felt. "You can see what he's like at home."
"Okay."
Greg nodded and slipped out before Grissom could change his mind.
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When the doorbell rang, it occurred to Greg he hadn't told Nick about inviting Grissom over. Nick was sitting on the sofa with no shirt and an afghan draped around him, reading one of his bird journals.
"Can you get that?"
"Yeah." Greg hurried to the door and found a slightly rumpled Grissom standing outside. "Hey."
"Hello. May I come in?"
Greg tried not to roll his eyes. "You don't have to be formal, Grissom." He stood aside and let Grissom enter.
"Alright."
"We usually have dinner type food, so if you'd rather breakfast type stuff just say and I'll..."
"Greg, breath."
Going quiet, Greg nodded as he turned from Grissom back towards the living room to see Nick staring at them over the back of the couch. Turning back he motioned at Grissom's keys in his hand. "Make yourself at home. Kitchen's that way." Greg pointed. "I'll come make you whatever you want to drink in just a minute."
With Grissom watching quietly from the living room door, Greg followed Nick as he fled down the hallway towards the bedroom, the afghan wrapped tightly around his shoulders. As he closed the bedroom door with a click, Greg wondered how much yelling it would take for Grissom to interrupt.
"Greg."
Plopping down beside Nick on the edge of the bed, Greg moved Nick's afghan to expose more of the man's skin. "Sorry. I forgot to tell you I invited Gris to eat."
Nick's eyebrows went up then drew together. "Greggo, you aren't thinking about trying to get Grissom to have fun, are you? He likes rollercoasters, love, not Playstation games."
Greg rolled his eyes. "I'm not that dumb. I just asked him to come see something so he can give me advice. I just need you to be...you. Okay?"
Rising and crossing to the dresser, Nick found a loose shirt and pulled it on. "Okay, but I'm staying barefoot."
Grinning, Greg kissed Nick's neck and went to find Grissom before he could run away.
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It only took Grissom a few minutes to memorize everything in the living room. Checking the shelves and noting titles on some of the books as ones he liked, Grissom wondered if he should go see what they were doing or not. How to interact with people was not his strongest point. Turning as he felt footfalls in the floorboards he watched as Greg practically bounced into the room.
"Want anything to drink?"
"Water, if you have it."
Greg nodded and led Grissom into the kitchen. Checking the food in the oven, Greg then made Grissom a glass of water. They were staring at each other over the glass when Nick walked in.
"Hey, G, do you know where I put..." Nick stopped looking between the other two. "Greg."
Snapping his head around, Greg nearly knocked over the glass with his arm. "What?"
"What are you wanting Grissom to see?"
Greg glanced at Grissom before turning back to Nick and pressing his lips together. "You."
Confused, Nick cocked his head. "What do you mean, me?"
"I mean you. The way you are lately. It's bugging me."
"Now, G, if I'm doing something to bother you..."
Greg stomped past Nick and out of the kitchen. "I'm not talking about this right now. It was a stupid idea anyway."
Grissom caught Nick by the arm as he started to follow. "Wait. Sit down, Nicky."
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Greg sat huddled in the middle of their bed with Nick's afghan tucked tightly around him. Of all the dumb ideas I've had. I wonder how long it'll be before I get fired. He shivered. The door creaked open and he buried his face in the afghan, breathing in the smell of Nick that clung to the fabric.
"Greg?"
Drawing a sharp breath, Greg didn't lift his head as he answered, "I'm sorry."
Nick drew Greg into his arms, afghan and all. "You didn't do anything wrong, love. I, uh, talked to Gil. He made this face, Greg. I don't know how to describe it, but I don't think he knew he was doing it."
Greg lolled his head to the side and looked up at Nick. "That longing face of his?"
After hesitating a moment, Nick nodded.
"You still dream about him?"
Nick blinked. "How'd you know that?"
"You mutter sometimes. I've always had this thought about the three of us, you know."
Cupping the back of Greg's head, Nick chuckled. "You would. You want me to share you?"
Pressing his head into Nick's hand, Greg smiled. "I want to share you. Watch him fuck you."
Nick gasped. "That's a much hotter idea than it has right to be."
The door creaked and they both looked over to find Grissom standing half-hidden by the door.
"I should go."
With a shared look, Greg and Nick both turned back towards Grissom, though it was Nick that spoke. "You should stay."
Greg could see Grissom's hand tighten on the door. Pushing off the afghan, Greg yanked Nick down into a deep kiss. He listened as Grissom drew a sharp breath. Shifting away from Nick's hungry mouth, Greg fixed his eyes on Grissom.
"Help me with Nick, please."
Grissom stood breathing for several moments before moving forward.
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After kissing both of them, Grissom sat back and just watched. They slid together, gripping, stroking. And it didn't take long before he starting seeing what Greg had talked about. How Nick would slow down, sometimes changing how he touched when Greg's breathy moans hit a certain pitch.
Finally, Grissom touched Nick's shoulder and they stilled under his hand. "Nicky, lay on your back."
Greg kept a hand on Nick's side as he settled. Grissom rubbed Nick's ankle, stretching his fingers up under Nick's pant leg.
"I'd like to see a collar on you one day, Nicky." Focusing on Nick's feet and ankles, Grissom ignored Greg shifting away from them. "Put your hands up on the edge of the mattress. Don't move them." The voice was easy to slip into and Grissom watched the play of muscles as Nick stretched himself out.
As Greg appeared in the edge of his vision, Grissom was asking himself what he was doing. Then Greg was pressing a pair of collars into his hand. Looking up questioningly, Grissom could see the blood rise in Greg's cheeks.
"We switch. This one is mine." Greg fingered the thinner of the two collars and Grissom laid the heavier on Nick who was watching them silently.
Taking the thinner collar, Grissom started to put it on Greg, but stopped partway to his neck. "Are you sure?"
Greg lifted his chin. "Yes. Please, Griss."
Clicking the collar closed, Grissom ran a hand gently across where metal met skin. Turning to Nick, he could see the conflicting emotions in the wide eyes. Running fingertips along the tendon of Nick's neck, Grissom tried to reassure him. "Just the collar, Nicky. Would you like that?"
Sucking in deep breaths, Nick leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling as he answered. "Yes."
With slow movements, Grissom closed the collar around Nick's neck and trailed his fingers down Nick's shirt to his waistband. Without turning to Greg, Grissom pointed at the end of the bed by Nick's feet. "Greg, kneel there and concentrate on Nick's legs. Just his legs."
Greg scrambled to get in place and then he looked at the pants still on Nick. "Should I help him remove his pants, sir?"
"No. Work through the pants for now."
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It was almost too easy to drive Nick higher. The slow touches to skin that showed and the careful pushing of fabric had Nick gripping the edge of the bed and rocking his clothed hips. Grissom waited until Nick was looking wild around the eyes, and he was just starting to jerk his hips before starting with his voice.
"Handsome, isn't he, Nick? Makes you want to have him doesn't it? The way he kneels there with that collar glistening in the low light." Grissom slid a thumb down Greg's shirt to his nipple and ran the flat of his thumb across the tiny bump in the fabric. "Strip naked for Nicky, Greg. Show him what he could have."
Greg was naked and kneeling again within minutes. Grissom ran a fingertip down the back of Greg's neck. The resulting shiver was echoed in Nick.
"Open his pants, Greg." Watching as Greg carefully released Nick's erection, Grissom teased the hairs on Nick's lower abdomen. "What do you need, Nicky?"
Nick's flushed face grew more heated as he watched Grissom trace his shaft without actually touching it. "Fuck, oh, fuck."
Grissom smiled. "Really, Nicky? You or him?"
"Please...pl..." Nick spread his legs wider, pushing his cock with the edge of the pants' fabric. "Fuck."
Grissom pulled the pants down to pool around Nick's knees. "Alright, Nicky." Using lube Greg handed him; Grissom slicked his fingers and spread some on Nick. Teasing balls and inner thighs, Grissom wasn't surprised when Nick tried to get more contact. "You aren't much good like this, are you Nicky? Turn over for me."
With help from Greg, Nick got turned over his ass in the air as he knelt with his head turned to one side in the covers. Greg wrapped the afghan around Nick's torso. Waiting until Greg was done, Grissom idly stroked his fingers up and down Nick's crack.
"Still need it, Nicky?"
Rocking back, Nick whimpered. Grissom teased and tormented Nick with his fingers, never letting them get inside of Nick deeper than the second knuckle. Soon, Nick was grunting, swaying, and trying desperately to impale himself. When Nick's eyes closed halfway and his words were all gone, replaced with moans and noises from his throat, Grissom stopped.
Nick keened as he tried to follow Grissom's retreating fingers.
"No, Nicky. You can only come if you're inside Greg." Grissom slid a hand up under the afghan. "This won't give you enough friction. Neither will the sheets. You need him don't you, Nicky?"
Rocking, Nick fisted both hands in the afghan. "Yes, oh...yes."
Nodding to Greg, Grissom sat back and watched as Greg knelt and Nick quickly buried himself in Greg. Pounding into him, Nick threw his head back as Grissom brought a corner of the afghan down to hold against one ass cheek. Slipping himself free of his jeans, Grissom watched the other two as they found a hard, unrelenting rhythm. Stroking a slow counterpoint to them, Grissom leaned back, his toes curling.
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Nick slammed into Greg with increasingly shorter thrusts. Finally, he arched, coming as Greg pressed back as hard as he could. As Nick rode out Greg's climax he watched Grissom lazily playing with his own shaft. When Greg had collapsed under him, Nick carefully pulled back and turned to Grissom.
"Please." Holding his hand out, Nick could see the change in Grissom's eyes as he moved forward with a speed Nick would not have expected. As Grissom rolled him onto his back, Nick looked for Greg. Lying on his side, ribs heaving, Greg held out his hand and let Nick cling tightly as Grissom entered Nick.
His free hand, Nick used to grip Grissom's hip and he encouraged more speed. Grissom allowed them to speed up and Nick could feel the cock in him hit just right every few thrusts. Gasping Nick shifted his hold and pulled Grissom down for a kiss. The move changed how the feel inside and Nick had Grissom rubbing against his oversensitive dick. Gasping, Nick bucked.
Grissom pulled Greg in and they both kissed Nick's neck and face. Finally, Grissom stilled and shuddered through his climax with a drawn out groan.
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Greg traced a small scar on Grissom's rib as Nick resettled on the other side of the sleeping man. "Can we keep him?"
Shaking his head, Nick smiled. "He's not a dog, G." Nick touched the collar still around his neck. "Let's try getting him to keep us, okay?"
Greg smiled. "As long as he fucks me next time."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Go to sleep."
Between them, Grissom's sleep was peaceful, his lingering headache quieted for once.
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Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Nick/Greg
Warnings: Very light D/s play. Collars make a tiny appearance. Unbeta'd.
Summary: Greg asks Gil for advice.
Notes: This is for morgan_cian and the next chapter is for 3nood. They both asked for the same pairing and so there is one chapter for each of them.
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Greg didn't know what he was going to do. Nick had been very careful with him for several weeks now and it was about to drive Greg crazy. Leaning on one elbow, Greg gazed down at his sleeping partner and thought about how to get Nick to quit worrying about hurting him. I get one measly black eye and he won't hardly fuck me anymore.
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Fidgeting, Greg stood in the hallway of the lab and waited for his chance. It was a stupid idea, but he really thought Grissom would listen. He'd probably ask Greg why he was asking, but at least he'd listen. As soon as Warrick left Grissom's office, Greg moved.
Knocking on the frame of the doorway, loudly because he wasn't sure of Grissom's hearing, he waited for the man to look up.
"Greg. Did you need something?"
Slipping inside, Greg pulled the door closed behind himself and ignored Grissom's raised eyebrow. Perching himself on the edge of a chair, Greg tried not to squirm under Grissom's scrutiny. "I need advice. Or maybe just someone to listen."
Grissom took his glasses off and sat them on his desk. "About what, Greg?"
"Well, you know about Nick and me, right?"
Grissom straightened up. "Greg, I'm not who you should ask for advice on relationships. Catherine would be a better choice for that."
Greg shook his head. "No. Not for this. You aren't going to judge us. Cath is great and all, but she tends to see me as this zany little brother or something. Kink doesn't figure into that image and I'd rather not bust her bubble. You at least would listen and be able to give me an idea on how to help Nick."
Blinking, Grissom leaned forward. "What were you going to ask?"
Sighing, Greg relaxed a little. "Okay, so Nick and I were trying something different and Nick sorta freaked out. I got a black eye from his elbow and ever since he's been really nice. Careful." Greg waved his hands around as he spoke. "I don't want careful, at least not all the time. I can't get him to let go and just, you know, be him. He's driving me nuts."
"Nicky hit you?"
"Not on purpose! He wasn't...there, you know? He'd gotten stuck somewhere in his head and he was scared, I think. I'm not really sure because he won't discuss it. Other than being attentive and smothering, he acts like it didn't happen."
Grissom was quiet for several minutes while Greg forced himself to sit still. Finally Grissom said, "What do you want me to say?"
Throwing his hands up, Greg bit the inside of his cheek to keep from yelling. "I don't know. I just thought you'd have an idea on how to show him he won't break me."
"Greg, I'm not part of your relationship with Nick. I can't tell you how Nick is going to react or what would be best."
Standing, Greg edged around the chair towards the door. "Right. Sorry to waste your time." He was just about to take hold of the door handle when Grissom's voice stopped him.
"I'd like to help, Greg, but I don't have enough information to give you a proper answer."
Turning halfway back, Greg caught the expression of longing on Grissom's face before it slid back to neutral. It was usually the stupid ideas that got him in the most trouble and the instant idea Grissom's momentary flicker of expression gave him was the stupidest yet. "Come to dinner, well, breakfast." Grissom looked as surprised as he felt. "You can see what he's like at home."
"Okay."
Greg nodded and slipped out before Grissom could change his mind.
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When the doorbell rang, it occurred to Greg he hadn't told Nick about inviting Grissom over. Nick was sitting on the sofa with no shirt and an afghan draped around him, reading one of his bird journals.
"Can you get that?"
"Yeah." Greg hurried to the door and found a slightly rumpled Grissom standing outside. "Hey."
"Hello. May I come in?"
Greg tried not to roll his eyes. "You don't have to be formal, Grissom." He stood aside and let Grissom enter.
"Alright."
"We usually have dinner type food, so if you'd rather breakfast type stuff just say and I'll..."
"Greg, breath."
Going quiet, Greg nodded as he turned from Grissom back towards the living room to see Nick staring at them over the back of the couch. Turning back he motioned at Grissom's keys in his hand. "Make yourself at home. Kitchen's that way." Greg pointed. "I'll come make you whatever you want to drink in just a minute."
With Grissom watching quietly from the living room door, Greg followed Nick as he fled down the hallway towards the bedroom, the afghan wrapped tightly around his shoulders. As he closed the bedroom door with a click, Greg wondered how much yelling it would take for Grissom to interrupt.
"Greg."
Plopping down beside Nick on the edge of the bed, Greg moved Nick's afghan to expose more of the man's skin. "Sorry. I forgot to tell you I invited Gris to eat."
Nick's eyebrows went up then drew together. "Greggo, you aren't thinking about trying to get Grissom to have fun, are you? He likes rollercoasters, love, not Playstation games."
Greg rolled his eyes. "I'm not that dumb. I just asked him to come see something so he can give me advice. I just need you to be...you. Okay?"
Rising and crossing to the dresser, Nick found a loose shirt and pulled it on. "Okay, but I'm staying barefoot."
Grinning, Greg kissed Nick's neck and went to find Grissom before he could run away.
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It only took Grissom a few minutes to memorize everything in the living room. Checking the shelves and noting titles on some of the books as ones he liked, Grissom wondered if he should go see what they were doing or not. How to interact with people was not his strongest point. Turning as he felt footfalls in the floorboards he watched as Greg practically bounced into the room.
"Want anything to drink?"
"Water, if you have it."
Greg nodded and led Grissom into the kitchen. Checking the food in the oven, Greg then made Grissom a glass of water. They were staring at each other over the glass when Nick walked in.
"Hey, G, do you know where I put..." Nick stopped looking between the other two. "Greg."
Snapping his head around, Greg nearly knocked over the glass with his arm. "What?"
"What are you wanting Grissom to see?"
Greg glanced at Grissom before turning back to Nick and pressing his lips together. "You."
Confused, Nick cocked his head. "What do you mean, me?"
"I mean you. The way you are lately. It's bugging me."
"Now, G, if I'm doing something to bother you..."
Greg stomped past Nick and out of the kitchen. "I'm not talking about this right now. It was a stupid idea anyway."
Grissom caught Nick by the arm as he started to follow. "Wait. Sit down, Nicky."
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Greg sat huddled in the middle of their bed with Nick's afghan tucked tightly around him. Of all the dumb ideas I've had. I wonder how long it'll be before I get fired. He shivered. The door creaked open and he buried his face in the afghan, breathing in the smell of Nick that clung to the fabric.
"Greg?"
Drawing a sharp breath, Greg didn't lift his head as he answered, "I'm sorry."
Nick drew Greg into his arms, afghan and all. "You didn't do anything wrong, love. I, uh, talked to Gil. He made this face, Greg. I don't know how to describe it, but I don't think he knew he was doing it."
Greg lolled his head to the side and looked up at Nick. "That longing face of his?"
After hesitating a moment, Nick nodded.
"You still dream about him?"
Nick blinked. "How'd you know that?"
"You mutter sometimes. I've always had this thought about the three of us, you know."
Cupping the back of Greg's head, Nick chuckled. "You would. You want me to share you?"
Pressing his head into Nick's hand, Greg smiled. "I want to share you. Watch him fuck you."
Nick gasped. "That's a much hotter idea than it has right to be."
The door creaked and they both looked over to find Grissom standing half-hidden by the door.
"I should go."
With a shared look, Greg and Nick both turned back towards Grissom, though it was Nick that spoke. "You should stay."
Greg could see Grissom's hand tighten on the door. Pushing off the afghan, Greg yanked Nick down into a deep kiss. He listened as Grissom drew a sharp breath. Shifting away from Nick's hungry mouth, Greg fixed his eyes on Grissom.
"Help me with Nick, please."
Grissom stood breathing for several moments before moving forward.
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After kissing both of them, Grissom sat back and just watched. They slid together, gripping, stroking. And it didn't take long before he starting seeing what Greg had talked about. How Nick would slow down, sometimes changing how he touched when Greg's breathy moans hit a certain pitch.
Finally, Grissom touched Nick's shoulder and they stilled under his hand. "Nicky, lay on your back."
Greg kept a hand on Nick's side as he settled. Grissom rubbed Nick's ankle, stretching his fingers up under Nick's pant leg.
"I'd like to see a collar on you one day, Nicky." Focusing on Nick's feet and ankles, Grissom ignored Greg shifting away from them. "Put your hands up on the edge of the mattress. Don't move them." The voice was easy to slip into and Grissom watched the play of muscles as Nick stretched himself out.
As Greg appeared in the edge of his vision, Grissom was asking himself what he was doing. Then Greg was pressing a pair of collars into his hand. Looking up questioningly, Grissom could see the blood rise in Greg's cheeks.
"We switch. This one is mine." Greg fingered the thinner of the two collars and Grissom laid the heavier on Nick who was watching them silently.
Taking the thinner collar, Grissom started to put it on Greg, but stopped partway to his neck. "Are you sure?"
Greg lifted his chin. "Yes. Please, Griss."
Clicking the collar closed, Grissom ran a hand gently across where metal met skin. Turning to Nick, he could see the conflicting emotions in the wide eyes. Running fingertips along the tendon of Nick's neck, Grissom tried to reassure him. "Just the collar, Nicky. Would you like that?"
Sucking in deep breaths, Nick leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling as he answered. "Yes."
With slow movements, Grissom closed the collar around Nick's neck and trailed his fingers down Nick's shirt to his waistband. Without turning to Greg, Grissom pointed at the end of the bed by Nick's feet. "Greg, kneel there and concentrate on Nick's legs. Just his legs."
Greg scrambled to get in place and then he looked at the pants still on Nick. "Should I help him remove his pants, sir?"
"No. Work through the pants for now."
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It was almost too easy to drive Nick higher. The slow touches to skin that showed and the careful pushing of fabric had Nick gripping the edge of the bed and rocking his clothed hips. Grissom waited until Nick was looking wild around the eyes, and he was just starting to jerk his hips before starting with his voice.
"Handsome, isn't he, Nick? Makes you want to have him doesn't it? The way he kneels there with that collar glistening in the low light." Grissom slid a thumb down Greg's shirt to his nipple and ran the flat of his thumb across the tiny bump in the fabric. "Strip naked for Nicky, Greg. Show him what he could have."
Greg was naked and kneeling again within minutes. Grissom ran a fingertip down the back of Greg's neck. The resulting shiver was echoed in Nick.
"Open his pants, Greg." Watching as Greg carefully released Nick's erection, Grissom teased the hairs on Nick's lower abdomen. "What do you need, Nicky?"
Nick's flushed face grew more heated as he watched Grissom trace his shaft without actually touching it. "Fuck, oh, fuck."
Grissom smiled. "Really, Nicky? You or him?"
"Please...pl..." Nick spread his legs wider, pushing his cock with the edge of the pants' fabric. "Fuck."
Grissom pulled the pants down to pool around Nick's knees. "Alright, Nicky." Using lube Greg handed him; Grissom slicked his fingers and spread some on Nick. Teasing balls and inner thighs, Grissom wasn't surprised when Nick tried to get more contact. "You aren't much good like this, are you Nicky? Turn over for me."
With help from Greg, Nick got turned over his ass in the air as he knelt with his head turned to one side in the covers. Greg wrapped the afghan around Nick's torso. Waiting until Greg was done, Grissom idly stroked his fingers up and down Nick's crack.
"Still need it, Nicky?"
Rocking back, Nick whimpered. Grissom teased and tormented Nick with his fingers, never letting them get inside of Nick deeper than the second knuckle. Soon, Nick was grunting, swaying, and trying desperately to impale himself. When Nick's eyes closed halfway and his words were all gone, replaced with moans and noises from his throat, Grissom stopped.
Nick keened as he tried to follow Grissom's retreating fingers.
"No, Nicky. You can only come if you're inside Greg." Grissom slid a hand up under the afghan. "This won't give you enough friction. Neither will the sheets. You need him don't you, Nicky?"
Rocking, Nick fisted both hands in the afghan. "Yes, oh...yes."
Nodding to Greg, Grissom sat back and watched as Greg knelt and Nick quickly buried himself in Greg. Pounding into him, Nick threw his head back as Grissom brought a corner of the afghan down to hold against one ass cheek. Slipping himself free of his jeans, Grissom watched the other two as they found a hard, unrelenting rhythm. Stroking a slow counterpoint to them, Grissom leaned back, his toes curling.
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Nick slammed into Greg with increasingly shorter thrusts. Finally, he arched, coming as Greg pressed back as hard as he could. As Nick rode out Greg's climax he watched Grissom lazily playing with his own shaft. When Greg had collapsed under him, Nick carefully pulled back and turned to Grissom.
"Please." Holding his hand out, Nick could see the change in Grissom's eyes as he moved forward with a speed Nick would not have expected. As Grissom rolled him onto his back, Nick looked for Greg. Lying on his side, ribs heaving, Greg held out his hand and let Nick cling tightly as Grissom entered Nick.
His free hand, Nick used to grip Grissom's hip and he encouraged more speed. Grissom allowed them to speed up and Nick could feel the cock in him hit just right every few thrusts. Gasping Nick shifted his hold and pulled Grissom down for a kiss. The move changed how the feel inside and Nick had Grissom rubbing against his oversensitive dick. Gasping, Nick bucked.
Grissom pulled Greg in and they both kissed Nick's neck and face. Finally, Grissom stilled and shuddered through his climax with a drawn out groan.
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Greg traced a small scar on Grissom's rib as Nick resettled on the other side of the sleeping man. "Can we keep him?"
Shaking his head, Nick smiled. "He's not a dog, G." Nick touched the collar still around his neck. "Let's try getting him to keep us, okay?"
Greg smiled. "As long as he fucks me next time."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Go to sleep."
Between them, Grissom's sleep was peaceful, his lingering headache quieted for once.
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Part 2