Title: Two-Way Tie |
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“I’m leaving,” Nick whispered in his ear, his hot breath sending tingles down the back of Greg’s neck. Greg opened his eyes enough to take one last glimpse of Nick his boyfriend before seeing him at work this evening as Nick his coworker. When he did, a garish mass of burgundy and green silk dangled in front of his face. “Nick, that tie is hideous,” he mumbled. “It is not,” Nick said defensively. “Why don’t you wear the blue one your mom gave you for Christmas?” Greg asked. He remembered how much Nick had hated that gift, knowing that it disgusted Nick how little his family knew him, but as far as ties went it was alright. His mom had said that it was for court, which was exactly where Nick was going. “I spilled mustard on it the last time I went to court,” Nick said sheepishly, “and I never bothered to get it cleaned.” Greg didn’t comment on the passive aggressiveness of Nick’s actions, though he thought it. “Besides, this tie is fine. I picked it out myself.” Nick ignored Greg’s eye roll and continued. “Listen babe, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at work.” Nick leaned in for another quick kiss, but Greg reached up and tugged on the awful tie and deepened the kiss. Nick groaned as he pulled away, his regret at having to leave evident. He kissed Greg quickly once more and left the bedroom. Grateful that he wasn’t the one going to court, Greg rolled over and went back to sleep. A few hours later, Greg walked into the lab, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nick before their shift started. He ran into Warrick, and was disappointed when he mentioned that Nick and Sara had headed out to Henderson. It meant he probably wouldn’t see Nick much that evening, if at all. He sighed as he made his way to the locker room. When he opened his locker, his mood instantly improved. Hanging from a metal hook was Nick’s abomination of a tie. Greg picked it up, wondering why Nick left it in his locker. A slip of paper was folded over and pinned to the tag on the back of the tie. Greg removed the safety pin and unfolded the note. Greg, it read, Bring me to bed in the morning. You’re going to need me. It was signed Hideous Tie. Greg grinned as he folded the tie and shoved it and the note in his pocket. The shift was long, and it was made longer by the tie in Greg’s pocket, serving as a constant reminder of what was to come. He spent half of his shift in the field with Warrick, which at least broke up the monotony of the DNA lab. He liked working with Warrick, he was a good teacher. He was firm with Greg, but he was very attentive as well. Greg thought that he was probably his favorite CSI to work with. Nick’s feelings would be hurt by that if Greg was stupid enough to tell him, but it was the truth. Working with Nick could get a little touchy sometimes, as Nick was prone to asserting his authority a little too eagerly. Greg figured he was overcompensating for their personal relationship, one no one else even knew existed. As for the rest of the team, Sara was too focused on her own work to be bothered with training someone else, Catherine was too ambitious, and Grissom? Grissom was intimidating. Greg and Warrick walked into the locker room, talking over their case. When he saw Nick already in there, talking to Sara, Greg felt his stomach lurch in excitement. He laughed inwardly at himself. He and Nick had been together for almost a year, and he still had the same reaction when he saw him. Warrick and Sara left at the same time and Nick raised his eyebrows in Greg’s direction. Greg just shook his head. They’d had the same conversation a hundred times. Nick thought that Sara and Warrick were seeing each other on the sly, and Greg thought Nick was delusional. “I’ll meet you at my place,” Nick said quietly as he walked by. “Oh and Greg,” he said as he opened the door. “Don’t forget.” When Greg walked through Nick’s front door half an hour later, he was surprised that he had arrived first. Grissom had pulled Greg aside as he was about to leave, giving Nick a good ten minute lead. “Nick?” he called out. His truck wasn’t in the driveway, but Greg just wanted to make sure. Getting no answer, he got himself a beer and turned on the TV. He thought about calling Nick’s cell to see if everything was okay, but he knew Nick would just laugh at him and call him an old lady. It was twenty minutes before the front door opened and Nick walked in, a plastic shopping bag dangling from his fingers. “Where have you been?” Greg asked him. Nick lifted the shopping bag in answer, the little red targets a pretty big clue. “And you want to be a CSI?” Nick joked. Greg rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said, “what were you doing at Target?” “Shopping. Really, Greg…” “Okay, Grissom,” Greg said in annoyance, “what were you shopping for at Target?” “Don’t call me Grissom,” Nick retorted, shooting him a dirty look. “And you’ll find out soon enough.” Greg walked over to where Nick stood and leaned in to kiss him. As their lips touched, he reached for the plastic bag. “Nice try,” Nick said, pulling away. “Just be patient, Greggo!” Greg glared at him. “I’ve been patient all shift,” he said, pulling the tie out of his pocket. “I’ve been carrying this with me all night, and I’m in no mood to be patient anymore.” He stepped into Nick once more, this time not bothering to reach for the plastic bag. Instead he reached for the back of Nick’s head, pulling it towards him until their mouths crushed together. He dropped the tie as his other hand grabbed a handful of what he teasingly called fine Texas ass. When Nick finally pulled away to take a breath, he grinned at Greg and nodded toward the bedroom. “Come on,” he said, “and pick that up. You’ll need it.” Greg didn’t have to be told twice. He scooped up the tie and followed Nick into the bedroom. Nick stood in the dimly lighted room, undoing his Oxford shirt. Greg stopped and watched him, as always loving the first glimpse of Nick’s honed chest. “Get undressed,” Nick said, his tone firm. “Just a little bossy, aren’t we?” Greg asked, nonetheless pulling his t-shirt over his head. “Yes,” Nick said. “This is punishment for your comments about my tie this morning. Maybe I should have mentioned that.” He gave Greg a sly smile. Greg felt goose bumps begin to form, very much interested in being ‘punished’ by Nick. He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down with his boxer briefs. “On the bed,” Nick commanded. “Lying down.” Greg obliged, and watched as Nick picked up the tie from the bed, where Greg laid it when he got undressed. Nick, still dressed from the waist down, sat down on the bed beside Greg and threaded the tie through his fingers. “Admit that there’s nothing wrong with this tie, and I won’t need to punish you.” That was the last thing that either of them wanted, so Greg answered honestly and the only way he could. “That tie is the ugliest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” “You asked for it.” Nick pulled Greg’s wrists together and started wrapping the silky sash around them. He tied it off with an expert knot, which Greg couldn’t let go without comment. “You’re such a boy scout,” he teased. Nick grinned and gave Greg a quick kiss. Greg tried to deepen it, but Nick pulled away. Greg laid his head back on the pillow, knowing that this was going to be a long and frustrating experience. Not that it was a bad thing. Nick kissed a path down Greg’s neck and chest, stopping to suck on one nipple, and then the other. Greg arched toward him, which garnered him a warning look. Nick continued down, kissing Greg’s stomach and finally tonguing Greg’s abdomen. Greg knew if he moved a quarter of an inch, Nick’s mouth would be on his cock, but he also knew how much he’d pay for that little maneuver. Nick would probably stop what he was doing and start all over, but at a frustratingly slower pace. So Greg fought all instinct and tried to lie perfectly still. When Nick finally touched Greg’s cock with the tip of his tongue, Greg moaned and clutched the headboard. And when Nick wrapped his lips around him and sucked, Greg couldn’t help but reach down and grab Nick’s head. “Ah ah,” Nick said after taking Greg’s cock out of his mouth. “None of that. I guess we’ll have to use my purchases after all.” He grabbed the Target bag from the side of the bed and pulled two pairs of black sheer stockings. “Reinforcements.” Greg groaned as Nick nudged him to turn over on his stomach. Nick then pulled Greg’s arms over his head and used one of the stockings to tie his already bound hands to the headboard. He ran his hands down Greg’s torso, and reaching his legs, spread them apart. Using two more stockings, he tied each of Greg’s ankles to the bedposts flanking the footboard. Even though he trusted Nick, Greg felt a little exposed and vulnerable, and he began to shiver. “Don’t worry, baby,” Nick said, noticing the tremor. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.” He bent over to kiss the small of Greg’s back, causing Greg to squirm as much as he could within his binds. The friction of the sheets on his cock felt good, and he squirmed again. “Don’t be doin’ that,” Nick reproached. “I want you to lie still.” To make sure that Greg did as told, he straddled him, pinning his pelvis to the mattress. Greg loved the way the denim of Nick’s jeans felt against his bare ass and he moaned, the only expression of his excitement Nick seemed to allow. Nick started drawing little circles on Greg’s back with his fingertips, barely grazing his skin. Greg gasped and held his breath, doing everything in his power not to squirm and shudder. When Nick replaced his fingers with his tongue, he lost the battle. Nick didn’t bother chastising him, instead making a glistening path down Greg’s back toward his ass. He slid his tongue in the valley between Greg’s cheeks and to his opening. As Nick’s tongue swirled around and dipped inside, Greg tested the durability of the binds Nick placed on his wrists. Fucking Boy Scout. “God, Nick,” Greg panted. Nick sped up the strokes with his tongue, and Greg ground his pelvis into the mattress, hoping for a little relief. Nick noticed and reached beneath him to grab his cock. Greg bucked as Nick stroked, the ministrations to his ass continuing. Then Nick stopped. Greg’s head snapped up as he felt Nick’s weight shifting from the mattress. He watched as Nick slid out of his jeans and boxer briefs, his cock as hard as Greg’s. Nick bent over Greg and whispered in his ear, his hot breath against Greg’s neck. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” “Mmmmm,” Greg moaned in response. Nick grabbed a pillow and slipped it under Greg’s hips. “You’re not gonna untie me?” Greg asked. “Hell no,” Nick said with a smirk. Once more Greg yanked against his binds in frustration, but they stayed fast. He looked over his shoulder as Nick slid his hand up and down his own cock, teasing Greg. He wanted his hand there, or his mouth. He wanted to suck Nick off until he begged for release. But he couldn’t. Could only do what Nick wanted him to do. Nick pulled some lube out of the basket he kept on his bedside table and slowly spread it on his cock. “Nick!” Greg spit between gritted teeth. Nick grinned and settled in between Greg’s legs. Then without further preamble, he buried himself in Greg. Greg gasped at the suddenness, pleasure coursing through his body. Nick all but withdrew and did it again. “God, Nicky, pick up the pace,” Greg moaned. He regretted saying it right away, knowing that Nick was liable to do the opposite. But Nick surprised him by complying, and when Greg looked back over his shoulder at him, he could see why. The slow pace of seduction had done a number on him too, and he was having a hard time holding himself back. Nick pumped faster, and Greg felt himself getting close. He tried to push back against Nick, but he didn’t have much give from his restraints. When Nick slid his hand in between Greg and the pillow and wrapped it around Greg’s cock, it only took a few strokes before Greg came. Nick grabbed Greg’s hips, and with a few more thrusts, followed along. Greg felt Nick pull out. He looked back at him over his shoulder, and caught him sitting back on his heels and staring. “Nick?” “Yeah?” “You planning on untying me anytime soon?” Nick smirked and gave Greg a swat on the ass. “I guess,” he said, “though I kind of like you like this.” Nick began untying Greg, first his ankles and then his wrists. Despite the softness of the material he was bound with, Greg’s wrists were red and a little sore. Nick kissed them in apology. “Don’t worry about it,” Greg said, leaning in to kiss Nick. “Just promise me you’ll never wear that tie again.” Nick chuckled and promised that he wouldn’t. As Greg began to drift off to sleep, he saw Nick pick the tie up and look at it. “It really is awful, isn’t it?” he asked. Greg nodded and let his eyes drift closed as Nick folded the tie and put it in the basket beside the bed. END
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