The One
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Adult +
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Chapter 8
This is a re-post of my story "The One". I have gone back and edited it more. I decided to post it one chapter at a time in the hopes that I will get more reviews. I'm sorry if this inconveniences anyone.
~ Sam
Chapter 8
Title: The One
Author: WarpedMindedYaoi + NightmareAhead
Chapter: 8/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Warnings: hornyness
Summary: When you finally meet 'the one' can you feel it?
Notes: This is a role-play between Warped and Nightmare. See if you can guess who plays whom.
Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to us. We do not make money from this. We are just having fun.
This chapter is dedicated to Marifw! For being a loyal reviewer!
They put Greg on the stretcher and took him away. Nick collapsed on the ground, his breathing heavy, and a pounding in his head; the sound of everything was amplified. Everything was blurring his vision as he fell back on the ground, and then everything became black.
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Greg groaned as he woke up with one hell of a headache. He opened his eyes to find he was back in the hospital, but this time he was wearing an oxygen mask and right above his elbows were restraints that held him to the bed and made sure his hands couldn’t reach each other.
'Shit. I cant lie myself out of this one,' he cursed to himself.
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Nick was woken up by a couple people talking around him. He opened his eyes and saw the doctor looking down at him, "Mr. Stokes. You had a bit of a fall there. You were unconscious for about 4 hours. How are you feeling now?”
"Feel like crap. Is Greg Sanders okay? Can you take me to him?"
"In a few moments. I will have a nurse wheel you over to that room."
Nick nodded and lay back more comfortably.
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Greg was drifting in and out of consciousness because of the pain medications he was receiving through an IV.
He cracked his eye open when he heard the door open and was shocked to find Nick being wheeled in by a nurse. She pushed him next to the bed and turned around and left.
Not being able to move or talk because of the drugs he just tried to see if he could figure out why Nick had to be wheeled in. When he could find nothing wrong he closed his eyes and felt tears slide down his face. He was happy that Nick seemed to be ok, but he was upset that he had to put him through this, to see him like this.
Nick slowly reached up and gently held onto one of Greg's tied down hands. "I'm here for you Greggo," he croaked out, using the wheelchair to scoot closer.
"Please... please don't do it again," he begged. "I will help you in any way so you won't have to hurt yourself anymore. I love you, and I don't want to lose you."
Greg clenched his eyes shut as tight as he could, trying to hold back the tears that seemed to be never-ending.
Wanting to let Nick know that he heard and understood him, he struggled to manage to twitch a finger of the hand he was holding.
Nick gave a sad smile and leaned down to kiss the hand, "I know you can hear me. It's the meds. The nurse told me before we got in here."
He gave a small laugh, "I guess we will have to wait for the scary movie night." He let out a sad sigh, "Too bad though, I was looking forward to holding you close and cuddling,” he whispered.
Greg smiled at the thought of cuddling with the man he was in love with. Too bad he had to screw it up though. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. When he tried to move his fingers again he was able to wrap them lightly around Nick's hand. He slipped off into unconsciousness imagining them cuddled up on his couch without a care in the world.
Nick watched Greg closely. "You know..." he whispered. "You deserve the best in life. You should be treated like a prince. My prince. You’re my prince, and I am your cowboy."
He only watched his lover for 15 more minutes before he fell asleep.
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Greg was half awake when he heard the door open again. He was too tired to open his eyes but when he felt someone checking his wrists and then the monitors around him, he knew it was the doctor.
He must have fallen back asleep because then next time he opened his eyes the doctor was gone and so was the oxygen mask. When he tried to move he was able to, which meant his medication was lowered. However, he still had the restraints on.
"Kinky." His voice was horse from the pure oxygen he was breathing shortly before.
Nick sighed as he moved and curled up more on the chair, his hand stretched up on the bed so he could still hold Greg's hand.
'Greg!' his mind shouted.
"Mmm, Greg?" he groaned as he opened his eyes and looked to see that Greg was awake.
"Hey," he smiled. "What's kinky?" His hand gently stroked the pale hand under his own.
Greg smiled and pulled at the restraints to show what he was talking about.
He once again noticed the wheelchair Nick was in.
"Why are you in a wheelchair? If that’s one of your kinks we're going to have to talk about doing one kink at a time. I don’t think I can be chained to a bed while you’re in a wheelchair and still manage to have sex."
Nick laughed as he rolled his eyes. After a minute of laughing he quieted down and frowned slightly, "I guess I started hyperventilating and I passed out on the floor, then woke up in a hospital bed three hours later..." He shrugged. "Don't worry about me. I am fine."
He smiled a little, shifting up so he could kiss Greg properly. "Love you very much. Are you gonna be okay now?" His brows furrowed slightly.
Greg looked off to the side and pursed his lips as if thinking.
"I don’t think I have much choice," he pulled at the restraints again, "seems they made sure I couldn’t reach my wrists." He sighed and looked down to where he was still tugging at the cuffs. “If someone told me a week ago that I would be chained to a hospital bed because I almost killed myself twice in the same amount of days, I would have laughed at them. Yet, here I am."
Nick tilted his head and let out a hiss of pain as he gripped his neck, "Oww. Remind me never to sleep on a chair like that for so long,” he pouted.
He stood up and then looked down at the restraints, "I want you out of them, but if you are gonna try to do anything with your wrists, maybe it is better if we leave them on..." he bit his lip, unsure what to do.
Greg was determined to get better. He didn’t want to put Nick through all of this again.
He just smirked and gave the sexiest look he could muster. Lust beaming from his eyes into Nick's.
"Admit it, Cowboy. You find me chained to a bed sexy."
He quirked an eyebrow and bit his bottom lip, inviting the man to join him in the bed.
Nick's eyes darkened with arousal as he leaned down to Greg. He got closer and closer until his lips were barely pressed against Greg's, and he whispered, "Baby... I find it so hot, I feel like my cock is gonna pop out of my pants, and you... just laying there... Mmmm, makes me wanna take advantage of you," he purred.
Then he pulled back and smirked, "Let me go get the doctor and tell him you won't ever do it again and he can take off the restraints.”
Greg's jaw dropped when Nick pulled away. He tried to reach for him but the cuffs held him back and he whimpered.
There was something about almost dyeing that really turned a guy on, and what Nick just whispered to him just added to that. He was rock hard and he couldn’t even reach himself!
"Please! Please, Nick. I need you," he panted out as he thrust against the sheets. He growled in frustration in not being able to get enough friction.
Nick's eyes were calm and collected as he smirked at Greg. "Aw, does my baby need some release?" he purred, biting his lip seductively and crawling onto the bed, over Greg, and grinning down at him. "You’re so hard babe," he whispered, one hand reaching down and gently rubbing against the hardness under the blanket. "Don't be too loud, you don't want the doctors coming in here and seeing us like this..." he chuckled.
Greg bit his lip to keep himself from yelling out, almost breaking the skin. He started to thrust into Nick's hand and threw his head back.
TBC…
read & review, flicker.
~ Sam
Chapter 8
Title: The One
Author: WarpedMindedYaoi + NightmareAhead
Chapter: 8/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Warnings: hornyness
Summary: When you finally meet 'the one' can you feel it?
Notes: This is a role-play between Warped and Nightmare. See if you can guess who plays whom.
Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to us. We do not make money from this. We are just having fun.
This chapter is dedicated to Marifw! For being a loyal reviewer!
They put Greg on the stretcher and took him away. Nick collapsed on the ground, his breathing heavy, and a pounding in his head; the sound of everything was amplified. Everything was blurring his vision as he fell back on the ground, and then everything became black.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Greg groaned as he woke up with one hell of a headache. He opened his eyes to find he was back in the hospital, but this time he was wearing an oxygen mask and right above his elbows were restraints that held him to the bed and made sure his hands couldn’t reach each other.
'Shit. I cant lie myself out of this one,' he cursed to himself.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Nick was woken up by a couple people talking around him. He opened his eyes and saw the doctor looking down at him, "Mr. Stokes. You had a bit of a fall there. You were unconscious for about 4 hours. How are you feeling now?”
"Feel like crap. Is Greg Sanders okay? Can you take me to him?"
"In a few moments. I will have a nurse wheel you over to that room."
Nick nodded and lay back more comfortably.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Greg was drifting in and out of consciousness because of the pain medications he was receiving through an IV.
He cracked his eye open when he heard the door open and was shocked to find Nick being wheeled in by a nurse. She pushed him next to the bed and turned around and left.
Not being able to move or talk because of the drugs he just tried to see if he could figure out why Nick had to be wheeled in. When he could find nothing wrong he closed his eyes and felt tears slide down his face. He was happy that Nick seemed to be ok, but he was upset that he had to put him through this, to see him like this.
Nick slowly reached up and gently held onto one of Greg's tied down hands. "I'm here for you Greggo," he croaked out, using the wheelchair to scoot closer.
"Please... please don't do it again," he begged. "I will help you in any way so you won't have to hurt yourself anymore. I love you, and I don't want to lose you."
Greg clenched his eyes shut as tight as he could, trying to hold back the tears that seemed to be never-ending.
Wanting to let Nick know that he heard and understood him, he struggled to manage to twitch a finger of the hand he was holding.
Nick gave a sad smile and leaned down to kiss the hand, "I know you can hear me. It's the meds. The nurse told me before we got in here."
He gave a small laugh, "I guess we will have to wait for the scary movie night." He let out a sad sigh, "Too bad though, I was looking forward to holding you close and cuddling,” he whispered.
Greg smiled at the thought of cuddling with the man he was in love with. Too bad he had to screw it up though. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. When he tried to move his fingers again he was able to wrap them lightly around Nick's hand. He slipped off into unconsciousness imagining them cuddled up on his couch without a care in the world.
Nick watched Greg closely. "You know..." he whispered. "You deserve the best in life. You should be treated like a prince. My prince. You’re my prince, and I am your cowboy."
He only watched his lover for 15 more minutes before he fell asleep.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Greg was half awake when he heard the door open again. He was too tired to open his eyes but when he felt someone checking his wrists and then the monitors around him, he knew it was the doctor.
He must have fallen back asleep because then next time he opened his eyes the doctor was gone and so was the oxygen mask. When he tried to move he was able to, which meant his medication was lowered. However, he still had the restraints on.
"Kinky." His voice was horse from the pure oxygen he was breathing shortly before.
Nick sighed as he moved and curled up more on the chair, his hand stretched up on the bed so he could still hold Greg's hand.
'Greg!' his mind shouted.
"Mmm, Greg?" he groaned as he opened his eyes and looked to see that Greg was awake.
"Hey," he smiled. "What's kinky?" His hand gently stroked the pale hand under his own.
Greg smiled and pulled at the restraints to show what he was talking about.
He once again noticed the wheelchair Nick was in.
"Why are you in a wheelchair? If that’s one of your kinks we're going to have to talk about doing one kink at a time. I don’t think I can be chained to a bed while you’re in a wheelchair and still manage to have sex."
Nick laughed as he rolled his eyes. After a minute of laughing he quieted down and frowned slightly, "I guess I started hyperventilating and I passed out on the floor, then woke up in a hospital bed three hours later..." He shrugged. "Don't worry about me. I am fine."
He smiled a little, shifting up so he could kiss Greg properly. "Love you very much. Are you gonna be okay now?" His brows furrowed slightly.
Greg looked off to the side and pursed his lips as if thinking.
"I don’t think I have much choice," he pulled at the restraints again, "seems they made sure I couldn’t reach my wrists." He sighed and looked down to where he was still tugging at the cuffs. “If someone told me a week ago that I would be chained to a hospital bed because I almost killed myself twice in the same amount of days, I would have laughed at them. Yet, here I am."
Nick tilted his head and let out a hiss of pain as he gripped his neck, "Oww. Remind me never to sleep on a chair like that for so long,” he pouted.
He stood up and then looked down at the restraints, "I want you out of them, but if you are gonna try to do anything with your wrists, maybe it is better if we leave them on..." he bit his lip, unsure what to do.
Greg was determined to get better. He didn’t want to put Nick through all of this again.
He just smirked and gave the sexiest look he could muster. Lust beaming from his eyes into Nick's.
"Admit it, Cowboy. You find me chained to a bed sexy."
He quirked an eyebrow and bit his bottom lip, inviting the man to join him in the bed.
Nick's eyes darkened with arousal as he leaned down to Greg. He got closer and closer until his lips were barely pressed against Greg's, and he whispered, "Baby... I find it so hot, I feel like my cock is gonna pop out of my pants, and you... just laying there... Mmmm, makes me wanna take advantage of you," he purred.
Then he pulled back and smirked, "Let me go get the doctor and tell him you won't ever do it again and he can take off the restraints.”
Greg's jaw dropped when Nick pulled away. He tried to reach for him but the cuffs held him back and he whimpered.
There was something about almost dyeing that really turned a guy on, and what Nick just whispered to him just added to that. He was rock hard and he couldn’t even reach himself!
"Please! Please, Nick. I need you," he panted out as he thrust against the sheets. He growled in frustration in not being able to get enough friction.
Nick's eyes were calm and collected as he smirked at Greg. "Aw, does my baby need some release?" he purred, biting his lip seductively and crawling onto the bed, over Greg, and grinning down at him. "You’re so hard babe," he whispered, one hand reaching down and gently rubbing against the hardness under the blanket. "Don't be too loud, you don't want the doctors coming in here and seeing us like this..." he chuckled.
Greg bit his lip to keep himself from yelling out, almost breaking the skin. He started to thrust into Nick's hand and threw his head back.
TBC…
read & review, flicker.