Part 7:

"Do you want to come back to mine?"

Nick smiled. "This is becoming a regular habit...not that I'm
complaining or anything," he added quickly. He grinned, "in fact I
could definitely get used to it."

Greg smirked. They'd both managed to sneak out with the excuse that
Nick was giving Greg a lift home. Which was actually the truth.
Nick had noticed the look that had been exchanged between Sara and
Catherine, but seeing nothing negative or malicious in either of
their expressions he had said nothing. If they had figured out
anything he would just have to trust they would be discrete about
it.

"I'll take that as a yes then?" Greg sidled closer to where Nick was
stood leaning against his car.

"Uh huh," Nick smiled, glancing around before hooking one solitary
finger through one of Greg's belt hoops on his jeans. "Can I feed
your fish? I think Gerty's getting used to me."

"Hmmm, might have to think about that. Don't want Arthur getting all
jealous."

Nick chuckled. "Get in." He swung round and unlocked the jeep
door. Greg disappeared around to the other side, to clamber into the
passenger side.

Half an hour later and the two of them were sat side by side on
Greg's couch. Fish feeding duty done, Nick was relaxing, Greg curled
up next to him, both cradling a mug of hot cocoa. Greg had wanted
coffee but Nick had stood firm, knowing that one whiff of coffee and
Greg wouldn't get any sleep at all. "How do you feel?" he asked
quietly.

Greg shifted sideways until his head was resting on Nick's
shoulder. "Numb, I think. At the moment." He let out a sigh. "I
know or I *think*, it's sunk in, you know. I know he's been caught,
stopped. But, I dunno, I'm not sure I know what I'm *supposed* to
feel."

Nick nodded, knowing Greg could feel the movement. "Relief?" he said
after a moment.

"Yeah." He let out a breath. "Like a whole big weight has gone,
that I didn't even know was there. I mean eight years is a long
time. But I keep thinking about Karl Grant, how he must be feeling.
It's current for him, he's in the here and now."

"It was current for you once. Just because it was a while ago,
doesn't make it any less real or traumatic." Another sigh from
Greg. "I'm not saying I understand, everything you've been through,
but don't dismiss your experience, what you went through." He
wrapped his arm around Greg. "You've had eight years to come to
terms with it yes, but eight years to live with it, with the
knowledge that that man was still out there. Don't deny your
emotions closure now."

Greg turned his body in towards Nick, wrapping his own arms around
Nick's middle. "Come to bed with me," he whispered.

*******

"I love this."

"Hmm?"

"Being here like this, with you." Greg snuggled in closer. Nick was
lay on his back, Greg curled into his side, legs entwined with Nick's
and one arm resting on Nick's chest.

"Hmm," Nick turned his head and kissed Greg gently on the top of his
head.

For the first time, they were both under the same covers, though
still wearing boxers and T-shirts. Greg had tucked himself in under
Nick's chin, breathing in the other man's scent, feeling both safe
and aroused at the same time. It still amazed him, that after only
two weeks, the emotions the other man brought out in him. Yes,
they'd known each other for a long time previously but not like this.
Not in this manner. Acting on instinct, he moved his hand sliding it
under Nick's T-shirt tentatively.

"Could you...take this off?" he whispered.

Surprised, but willing, Nick raised up his hand to pull his shirt
off, feeling Greg's hand gently helping. Looking over he saw Greg
watching him as he stripped his own shirt off. Laying back down e
wrapped his arm around Greg's bare torso, feeling the expanse of
warm, soft skin, as Greg settled back next to him, pressing into
him. He felt Greg sigh heavily, felt his breath against his skin.

"God, you feel good," Greg rumbled into his neck.

"I was just thinking that same thought about you." Nick smiled, eyes
closed. He stretched slightly, feeling Greg shift and flex with
him. One hand slid up his stomach to his chest slowly and Nick
brought his own hand up to clasp Greg's fingers gently, holding them
over his heart. He felt the fingertips flex gently into his skin.
His other hand ran down Greg's bare back, sighing when he felt Greg
press back into his caress. His leg pushed in between Nick's, his
body twisting to be more on top. Leaning up, Greg met Nick half way
and pressed his mouth to his.

The kiss was gentle, open and slow, tongues sliding together
languidly. Pushing himself up further, Greg deepened the kiss,
thrusting his tongue into Nick's mouth, feeling Nick respond.
Sensing the dynamic of the kiss change, Nick slid his hands around
Greg, feeding into the kiss. His hand came up to cup the back of
Greg's neck as the kiss grew steadily more fervent. Hands started to
roam and breathing grew harsh. Nick could feel Greg growing hard
against his thigh. He felt his own blood rush in response, Greg
tensing slightly at the sensation as he pressed against Greg's own
hip. Nick pulled away slightly.

"It's okay," he whispered.

"I know," Greg panted back, "I'm okay." His gaze flickered to Nick's
mouth. He leant down and dipped his tongue in between his lips,
grasping his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently. "God, I
want you," he breathed into Nick's mouth, before latching on again.
Nick moaned into Greg's kiss, stroking his hand along Greg's side.
He felt Greg's hand slide hesitantly down his stomach towards the
waistband of his boxers. Nick held his breath, feeling himself grow
harder in anticipation.

"Can I touch you?"

Nick nodded at Greg's whispered question, holding still as Greg's
hand very tentatively dipped underneath the waist band and moved
down.

Nick raised his hips on instinct, feeling Greg fumble to push his
boxers out of the way. The first hesitant touch to his cock was
almost not there. He looked down, watching the almost raptured
expression on Greg's face as his fingertips danced softly along his
hard length. he couldn't help the breathy gasp that escaped. Greg's
eyes darted to his, before returning to Nick's cock, his touch
growing steadily stronger, more confident. He looked at Nick again,
hand still caressing. Nick moaned and moving slightly, caught Greg's
mouth with his.

"Oh God, Greg," he breathed, pushing into his hand.

"Is that okay?" Greg whispered.

Nick half gasped, half laughed, "yeah." He swallowed, diving into
Greg's mouth again with fervour. "God, yeah."

Greg kissed him back just as hard, hand moving firmly on Nick. Nick
groaned, thighs shaking, muscles in his abdomen twitching. They both
looked down as Nick came. Greg's hand faltered, but e didn't let go,
instead cradling Nick carefully in his hand, riding the aftershocks.
He met Nick's eyes, smiling, his own eyes wide.

Nick was breathing hard. He smiled back, raising his one hand to
stroke Greg's arm. After taking a moment to recover, he pushed
himself up taking Greg into his arms.

"Wow," he breathed, nuzzling his neck. His hand slipped lower,
caressing his back. Greg shifted and he felt Greg's erection press
against his side. He slid his hand lower to stroke against Greg's
hip.

"Is that okay?" he whispered, nibbling Greg's earlobe, repeating
Greg's earlier enquiry. Greg buried his face in Nick's neck and
nodded.

Slowly, Nick moved his hand round, keeping his touch gentle and
light. The other one caressed Greg's shoulder and neck, fingers
massaging gently. "You feel good," Nick whispered, "smell good." He
could feel Greg's breath against his neck. As he slipped his hand
further round to touch Greg's erection, he felt them shorten and grow
more laboured. He twisted his head and mouthed Greg's skin on his
shoulder, licking gently, both soothing and arousing at the same time.

He stroked Greg gently, feeling his harden even more under his
touch. Greg's fingers flexed against his thigh where they were
resting. His forehead was pressed tight against Nick's shoulder, his
breathing growing more erratic. A small whimper issued from his
throat as his thighs began to shake. Nick nudged Greg's head up to
catch his mouth in an open kiss. Greg moaned, eyes closed as his
hips jerked. Nick's hand caught most of Greg's essence, his thumb
gently stroking the sensitive flesh for a few moments feeling the
shudders running through Greg's body.

"Oh God," Greg panted, his entire body collapsing against Nick. Nick
held him, supporting him as he lay weakly, breathing hard.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked softly, brushing a finger against Greg's
temple. He felt Greg's head nod from where he was flopped against
his chest.

"Hmm," Greg sighed. He reached a hand down his stomach. "Sticky,"
he observed. "You too."

Nick snorted lightly. "Yeah." He watched Greg reach for a discarded
T-shirt and wipe himself and then Nick carefully. "Was that okay
though?" He stroked Greg's arm softly.

Greg looked up, his eyes full of emotion; trust, desire. He nodded,
smiling. "More than okay." he shuffled in closer again, throwing
the T-shirt off the side of the bed and wrapping an arm around Nick
and curling up against him again. "That was good..more than good, it
was great." He grinned suddenly, meeting Nick's eyes. "It was
fantastic!"

Nick grinned back. "You didn't freak."

"No I didn't." Greg was grinning from ear to ear. "I had another
man's hand on me, on my cock and I didn't freak."

Nick smiled lovingly at the beaming smile on Greg's face as he
settled back in onto his chest.

"I didn't know," Greg continued, "if I would. Even with it being
you. I didn't know."

"I know," Nick replied holding him tightly. "I know."

*******

Part 8:

Going into work that evening, both Nick and Greg had to work to keep
their hands off each other. An important barrier had been crossed
physically and now the two of them were most definitely in what Nick
would call the 'honey-moon period'. Greg had taken an important step
and now he knew that he could have Nick touch him in a sexual manner
and he could cope with it, could enjoy it the way he wanted too; he
was free.

They had agreed to walk into work together and if anyone asked just
tell the truth that they had just shared a ride in. The first person
they bumped into was Sara.

"Hey, guys."

"Hey Sara." Greg raised a hand to say hi, as he kept going towards
the locker room.

"What'cha up to?"

"Huh?" Nick played dumb.

"You've got a smile the size of the Grand Canyon. Good day?"

"Um, yeah," Nick replied.

"Not going to tell me though," She smiled.

"Nope." Nick grinned and moved to walk past.

"No problem. I don't' mind but just turn down the wattage if we get
paired up tonight, I don't want to be blinded."

Nick laughed and headed after Greg.



"You know they know right?"

"Who?" Greg frowned as Nick came into the locker room behind him.

"Catherine and Sara. Or at least I think they suspect." He looked
over at Greg. "I saw them exchange a look at the bar last night.
They had that look that women get, you know."

"have they said anything?" Greg sounded uncertain.

"No. I mean, I don't know for certain they do, but I just got the
impression they *might*" Nick stopped what he was doing and
turned. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah." Greg quirked his mouth, shrugging. "I am, I suppose. I
just thought we'd have a little more time to get used to things
before people knew."

"Yeah, but Catherine and Sara are cool. They won't blab and they
won't judge."

"Yeah, I know."

*******

"Have you seen Nick and Greg tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Arrived together. Nick with the biggest smile I've seen him wear
for a long time." Sara grinned as she sat down in the breakroom.

"Really?" Catherine looked up from her coffee. "What about Greg?"

"Snuck off before I could speak to him, but yeah, what could
definitely be described as a very happy Greg."

Catherine smiled. "Good."

"Think they'll tell us if they are?"

"When they're ready. It may still be fairly early yet."

"Yeah. But I hope they hurry up," she added, grinning, "I'm dying to
run up and congratulate them with a big hug."

"Congratulate who?"

Sara turned, startled, as Warrick walked into the
breakroom. "Oh...no one," she stuttered. "Just...some friends of
mine...from back home." She pushed back her chair and stood up
quickly grabbing her sandwich and shooting Catherine a quick
grin. "Gotta go." She hurried out of the room.

Warrick looked at Catherine, his eyebrows raised, who just grinned,
shrugged and followed Sara.

"Weird," he muttered heading towards the fridge for something to
munch.

*******

Part 8

"Oh. My God." Greg's breathy moan rasped through the stillness of
the air. "Oh God."

He was lay on his back, legs spread, one arm gripping the bed head
behind him, the other hovering in the air for a moment before
dropping to where Nick was nestled between his thighs. Greg glanced
down, gasping and shuddering at the sight of his hard cock
disappearing into Nick's mouth. He whimpered, throwing his head
back onto the pillow.

Nick was hunkered down, leaning his weight on one elbow, grasping
around Greg's thigh with the same hand. His other stroked Greg's
balls gently, thumb trailing the underside of his cock as he mouthed
the head, his tongue sliding around the smooth tip, dipping into the
slit and teasing the sensitive flesh. His whole attention was
riveted on what he was doing, focusing on the taste and smell of the
man under him. He was addicted, couldn't get enough of him. He
twisted his head, inhaling Greg's musk, feeling it deepen his own
arousal.

Pushing deeper, he took more of Greg inside, feeling the shudders
running through Greg's frame. Pulling off then, he ran his tongue
all over the tip.

Greg trembled and whimpered again, the muscles in his legs
twitching. Nick's hand came up to stroke Greg's cock as he kissed
and nuzzled his abdomen, feeling it heave under his lips.

"Oh...oh God," Greg whispered. He was close, so close. Drowning in
a minefield of pleasure, he clawed at the bedsheets. He felt Nick's
nose press against the sensitive skin below his abdomen, nuzzling
before moving further down to mouth his cock again.

Greg started, hips jerking as Nick applied more suction, taking him
deep into his mouth. "Hmm," he moaned, his hands reaching down to
rest on Nick's shoulders. Nick's head bobbed as he sucked and
stroked the hard flesh. He could feel Greg's body tense as the
muscles twitched under his touch.

Greg pushed at Nick's shoulder, as he felt the rush gather in his
body. "Nick...," he gasped. Nick resisted, holding on, wanting to
taste Greg, feel him come in his mouth, but Greg was persistent. He
pulled off, but kept close, his hand still working.

With a groan and a whole body shudder, Greg came, his come landing on
his heaving stomach. Panting, he gripped the bed post above his
head, eyes closed, as he waited for his body to come down from the
high.

Nick cradled his softening cock softly, resting his head on the crook
of his thighs lightly. After a moment, he crawled up the bed to kiss
Greg deeply, who responded slowly. Gentle, unhurried kisses,
reaffirming rather than exciting.

Nick pushed up further to wrap his arms around and pull a willing
Greg deeper into his embrace. After a moment he spoke. "Why didn't
you want me to swallow?" He asked softly. "I wanted to, you know."

"I...not...not yet," Greg murmured, not meeting his eyes.

Nick nodded, not pushing it any further.

"That was the first time."

"Huh?"

"The first time a guy's gone down on me."

"I know." Nick smiled broadly.

Greg swatted him playfully on the chest. "Alpha male."

Nick chuckled. "Can I help it if I'm territorial?"

Greg snuggled in closer. "I don't mind. Much," he added, grinning.
He slid his hand down towards Nick's groin, brushing it over Nick's
erection.

"Hmm," Nick murmured, stretching.

"Can I play?" Greg asked, a smile playing on his lips.

Nick looked down to watch as Greg's hand gently cradled his cock in
one hand. "Be my guest," he replied, a slight catch in his throat.

Greg chuckled and with almost no hesitation slid down and took just
the tip of Nick's erection in his mouth. Nick jumped slightly in
reflex before humming deep in his throat as Greg ran his tongue
around the head.

Feeling bold and surprisingly uninhibited, Greg swung himself around
until he was resting in almost the same position Nick had been in
before. He hadn't known what to expect, hadn't known whether he
would like the taste or not, whether he would gag or even feel
disgusted, but he found as he took more of Nick in his mouth, as he
slid his tongue across the tip and the underside, occasionally
dipping into the slit, that he really liked it. The taste was...just
Nick, slightly tangy and a bit musky and the weight, the actual
feeling of Nick's cock in his mouth was strangely empowering.

And sexy as hell.

He grinned, backing off slightly so his teeth wouldn't catch Nick's
sensitive skin. Copying what Nick had done he used his one hand to
stroke and caress Nick's balls and base of his cock whilst attaching
his mouth to the head.

Stroking gently, he swirled his tongue around the tip before pushing
slowly further down. He felt and heard Nick gasp at the double
stimuli as his hand brushed gently against the section of sensitive
skin behind his balls.

"Mmm," Nick groaned, hips flexing up even as counteracted himself to
stop from gagging Greg.

Setting up a rhythm, Greg soon found his pace, head bobbing, hand
massaging. Nick felt his toes curl and his stomach clench.

"Greg," he ground out in warning, one hand resting gently on the back
on Greg's head.

Greg pulled back, keeping his hand working. He glanced up at Nick,
watching the expressions fleeting across his face. As Nick came, he
looked down to watch the white liquid squirt across Nick's abdomen
and chest.

Nick panted heavily, his chest heaving. "Jesus."

Greg chuckled. "Good?"

"Uh huh," Nick barely got out. He flopped his hand up to brush
against Greg's shoulder. Stretching his legs out carefully, he
pulled Greg up gently, who slid slowly up to meet Nick in a languid,
lazy kiss. Tongues sliding over one another, they exchanged air for
a few long moments before pulling back to stare into one another's
eyes.

"First time I've gone down on a guy too," Greg grinned.

Nick smiled. "I know."

"I liked."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Fiend."

"Your fiend."

"My fiend. I like that." Nick spoke softly, bringing one finger up
to trace across Greg's face. "I..." he broke off uncertain.

"What?"

Nick smiled. "I really love this. Being here with you, like this."
he had been about to say something else but had thought better of
it. He felt it, but he wasn't sure it was the right moment to voice
it. Not just yet.

"Hmm, ditto," Greg whispered, his eyes already starting to close.

"Are you falling asleep on me?" Nick asked in mock outrage.

"Hmm," Greg murmured in the affirmative. "Typical male response post
ejaculation. You should be joining me any minute." He yawned,
snuggling in closer to bury himself in Nick's neck

Nick yawned himself and then chuckled, feeling Greg snigger too. He
tightened his grip on Greg, reaching down to pull the covers up over
both of them. Looking down he saw Greg's eyes had closed, his face
already relaxing into sleep. He smiled and laid a light kiss to his
temple before joining him.

tbc.

More coming soon....