One Step at a Time

Greg noticed the circles under Warrick’s eyes when he showed up the next night, but didn’t comment. He was too afraid of what the other man’s response might be. He hadn’t meant for things to go so far, but then he’d been caught up in the music and it had been impossible for him to resist touching Warrick. And when he’d found his hand joined by Jack’s. . . well, there was no stopping after that.

But Warrick had let them--he couldn’t deny it. Greg had never seen anyone give themselves so completely over to another person, much less two. Was it a good thing? Was it bad? Had they crossed a line--of course they’d crossed a line. Stupid thought. A person didn’t randomly fuck two people right out of the blue and not cross a line. Hell, he’d never even known Warrick was into men until last night. Oh, god, what if he wasn’t? What if it had been some sort of terrible mistake, some sort of breakdown brought by his stupid little experiment? All he’d wanted to do was help his friend. What if he’d ruined him?

Shit. If the others found out he’d fucked up Warrick, his ass would be as good as gone.

He’d just have to find the man, figure all this out, make sure he was still the same guy as yesterday--or start running.

Before he could even begin to look, Warrick found him.

Greg yelped as he was shoved into a shower stall, the faded yellow plastic curtain pulled closed behind them.

“W-Warrick? Man, you okay?” Greg stammered, staring fearfully up into those burning green eyes.

“Yeah, I think I am,” he answered, and proceeded to ravage Greg’s mouth with such a kiss that it had him hard and throbbing in seconds, hands squeaking against the tiles as he tried to find some sort of traction. But Warrick’s kiss was too much and he found himself falling and falling and falling.

And then Warrick’s mouth was gone, and Greg was whimpering from the loss.

“When are you and Jack getting together again?” he asked, taking a step back. Greg quickly tried to gather his thoughts.

“Um. . . officially? Two nights from now, there’s the symphony. Formal wear. Jack in a tux. Not to be missed. But if he’s still around when I get off shift, I might see him then.”

“You want company?”

It took Greg five or six seconds to process the question, but then his eyes widened. He reached out, grabbed Warrick by the shirt, and pulled him forward until their bodies slammed together.

“Fuck yeah.”

Warrick grinned--he actually fucking grinned--this predatory sort of grin that would have made Greg jealous if it were directed at anyone else. Since it was directed at him, he knew he was going to be walking around half-hard through the rest of his shift.

Kissing one last time, Warrick slipped out of the shower, pausing only once to give him a stern look.

“You touch yourself before shift’s over, I’ll make you regret it.”

Oh hell, that was just too much. Closing his eyes, Greg took several deep breaths and tried to keep in mind where he was, still half-tempted to jerk off just to see what Warrick would do to him.

Though the thought of trying to explain getting caught to Grissom was enough to cause that idea to vanish from his mind.

Besides, there was a call he needed to make.

Checking first to make sure Warrick wasn’t hiding somewhere waiting to catch him, he stumbled over to his locker and found his cell. He dialed Jack’s number but wasn’t surprised when it went to voice mail.

“Hey, it’s me. There’s a pair of green eyes here looking to make our lives even more interesting. If you object, give me a call, and I’ll gladly take him home and keep him to myself. However, if you’re turned on by just the thought of a repeat of last night, I’ll bring him over after work. Whatever your answer, I’ll see you soon because you know you’ve got the most gorgeous ass in Vegas, and you know I can’t resist it.”

Greg switched off the phone, then yelped for the second time that day as he turned around to come face to face with Nick.

Oh, fuck. How much had he heard? Because he was pretty damn sure Warrick would rip his tonsils out if Greg told anyone his little secret--especially if that anyone was Nick.

But so far, the Texan seemed the same as always. Not even a twitch to reveal he’d overheard the green eyes comment.

“G,” he grinned, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were cheating on me?”

“Cheating? On you?” Greg knew things had gone a little screwy in the past twenty-four hours, but he was pretty sure he would have remembered fucking Nick, which he definitely would have had to do before he could cheat on him.

“You keep telling other men they’ve got the best ass in Vegas, and I’m going to think you were just lying to me all those times,” he said, and Greg chuckled with relief.

“Nick, you know your ass has always been and always will be number one in my book, but if I tell my boyfriend that, what do you think he’s going to do to me? He’s going to deny me sex, so if I have to fudge the truth a little to get laid, well, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”

“Just so long as you’re not fudging the truth with me,” he winked, reaching up to squeeze Greg’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ve got an assignment.”

“We do? Just us?”

“Unless you object to my company. . .”

“Hell no!” Greg shouted, grabbing his kit from next to his locker, practically jumping up and down with excitement. Could this day possibly get any better? An assignment with Nick, a threesome with Jack and Warrick--how the hell had he managed to get so lucky? No, never mind. Some things were not meant to be questioned, just accepted--happily, thrillingly, willingly accepted.

He followed Nick out to the SUV, managing to catch himself just before tripping headfirst into the grill when Nick asked, “So, have you noticed anything different about Rick today?”

“Different? Like what?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I feel like he’s been watching me ever since--well, ever since, but today, it’s like he’s not even there. Is something wrong?”

“Not that I know of. He seems fine to me,” he answered with what he hoped was pure innocence.

“Huh. Maybe it’s just me,” Nick said, a puzzled frown on his face as he turned on the engine.

“Yeah, maybe,” Greg said, keeping his eyes glued to the window, knowing that if Nick looked at him, he’d be able to tell something was up and Greg didn’t think he’d last long beneath that interrogation. Fortunately, Nick was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice Greg’s determined distraction, and after that, work saved him from any further comments.

When they got back to the lab and as he was waiting for the first tests to finish, Greg took a moment to find a quiet corner and check his messages, smiling when he heard Jack’s voice on the other end.

“Hey beautiful. You know those green eyes are always welcome, but I think today we should make the focus on you. I can already see it, him fucking you while I suck you off--you know how much I love watching you come, and those green eyes watching both of us. . . mmm. . . I’m glad I’m home right now. But I’ll save it all for you, I promise. Just try to control yourself there at work when you see those green eyes and picture those long fingers sliding over your body. I’ll leave the door open for you, beautiful. Come home soon.”

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck’ was the refrain in Greg’s head as he turned off the phone. What were they trying to do to him? Were they trying to drive him mad? Now he’d have to avoid Warrick for the rest of the day or--

“FUCK!” he shouted as a hand closed on his shoulder.

“Relax, man, it’s just me,” Warrick chuckled and Greg growled into his shoulder, refusing to look up, “I wish you people would make some noise when walked!”

“I could have brought an entire marching band with me, but from the expression on your face, I doubt you would have noticed. That must have been a pretty intense message.”

“You could say that,” he grumbled. “Jack’s looking forward to us getting off of work. Actually, Jack’s just looking forward to getting off.”

“So he doesn’t mind my joining you?”

“Oh no, not in the least. He’s enjoying the idea a lot.”

Warrick’s fingers wrapped around his chin, lifting his head till their eyes met. The green had darkened and Greg knew the next few minutes were going to leave him in agonizing discomfort for the rest of the day.

“What did he tell you that got you so worked up?” he asked in a low, husky voice that sent chills up and down Greg’s spine. Warrick’s thumb brushed across his lips and he shuddered, his jeans growing more confining by the second.

“He said. . .” Greg swallowed, wishing those green eyes would just blink and break the spell. “He said he wanted you to fuck me while he sucked me off.”

He heard Warrick’s breath catch in his throat and gulped. Had he said the wrong thing? Maybe this had all been a mistake. Maybe Warrick really didn’t want--

All thoughts ceased as Warrick’s mouth drew near.

“If we weren’t at work right now,” those full lips whispered into his ear, “I’d push you against that wall, yank down your jeans, and take you right there.”

“I hate you.”

Warrick smiled, moving away again. “How much longer?”

“Until my balls turn blue because the two of you won’t stop fucking with me? Too late.”

He laughed softly. “Until you’re through here.”

Greg scowled at him, but answered. “A couple hours.”

“Come get me on your way out,” he said and left Greg to his misery.