"A Lesson to Be Learned" (2/2)
Title: “A Lesson to Be Learned” (Or How to Get Down to Brass Tacks) <2/2>
By: Kristen999
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None. Set Season 1
Pairing: Jim/Nick/Grissom
Genre:PWP/ Threesome /Some H/C
Summary: One day Jim learns to just go with his instincts.
A/N: This one just might end up in the pile of Crack!fic. This bunny would not leave me alone, but I promise it's full of fun for all three guys.

Huge Thanks to Anmani for sticking with me and for the wonderful Beta!






Gil Grissom stood there, his eyes radiating a deep fire behind the blue orbs. He could hear his doctor's chastising voice as his blood pressure skyrocketed with the sense of excitement and surprise in the room. Grissom's reactions at the crime scene erupted with new fresh meaning. That rare slip of his poker face had been a secret tell.
 
Two things dawned on him at once. One. Grissom and Nick were together, for how long was anyone's guess. The second, was the obvious hard on the entomologist was sporting through his pants.  Gil Grissom had enjoyed the show. Nick noticed the erection too; his brown eyes a mixture of conflict. The poor kid probably couldn't register how to react.
 
Grissom must have sensed it as well as he just fucking strolled over exuding confidence and control. The man was smug and cool as a cucumber. Jim salivated at the desire burning through his clothes, from a heat that crackled when Gil stood near the younger man.
 
Gil cupped Nick's cheek with tenderness. “It’s okay.”
 
The younger man seemed relieved but still flustered. Jim couldn't blame him, as he still didn't know exactly how to respond.
 
Grissom stared at Nick his tone, firm, but with an underlying softness. Its effects could have melted through butter. “I know Jim Brass 'very' well,” Gil allowed the flash of a tiny smile. “He has quite an effect when he wants to...and Nicky....I find it quite pleasing.”
 
Grissom hadn't changed. His role in his partner's life was a firm, but gentle hand. Jim cast a look at his former lover, signaling his apology for stepping a line he didn't know was there, while accepting an unspoken piece of permission. He observed the same silent communication exchange between Nick and the supervisor, and Jim felt the tightness in his pants like he hadn't felt in years.
 
If he thought Nick's wet mouth on his was the biggest turn on for him all year, then seeing Gil Grissom's desire radiate from him in waves was the end all be all of fantasies. You only live once, right?
 
The younger man hesitated only briefly, still wavering, until Grissom's next words broke some invisible barrier.
 
“I want to watch.”
 
There's no mistaking that tone, the slight inflection of command. The nervousness evaporated and the air singed with electricity.  Nick sauntered towards him, his arousal quite obvious through his grey boxer briefs. Jim wet his lips freely in admiration of the stunning body ...this time without worry.
 
Nick's skin was as soft as it appeared; the muscles along his sides and those nice firm abs barely rippled with his movements. Grace and physical prowess was a lethal combination.
 
Jim ran his fingers along Nick's moist back as the other man undid the buttons of his dress shirt, popping the last ones off in a hurry. Jim's sweat drenched, T-shirt clung to his chest, but was quickly pulled out of his pants. Nick peeled the garment off and over his head. Jim raised his arms to aid in its removal. He could feel the heat radiate off of the younger man as their skin met, when Nick pulled him into a tight embrace.
 
Nick's lustful and greedy overtures of a man in charge made, his body ache for his touch, the need to wipe away the images from a few days ago.
 
Nick traced the outlines of his parted lips, the tip of his tongue teasing him. Jim accepted the invasion as it darted into his open mouth, both of them continuing their earlier duel of wills. Jim's hands drifted down, capturing the tight ass and fingers dug into the firm muscle. He didn't stop there as he nudged Nick's legs apart with his knee feeling the younger man's erection bulge into his pelvis.
 
Jim upped the ante by rubbing his knee along Nick's inner thigh, both their moans mixing in with simultaneous friction of sensitive areas.
 
He couldn't help it as he squeezed both ass cheeks his raging mouth running trails of wetness along the younger man's neck, kissing and teething along a sensitive collarbone. Jim snuck a glance at the voyeur. 
Gil's head was flung back, but those lustful eyes were locked on the activity of the two men vying for control. Gil's legs were spread apart, pants undone, fly open. The man's right hand methodically disappeared beneath the fabric; rubbing at what he imagined to be his throbbing cock.
 
Gil stroked slowly to build up the tension, to create the greediest of need. Blues eyes lost focus. Jim heard a hitching breath caused by the self stimulation. The sight of his former lover playing with himself ignited a deep fire in his own groin already demanding more of the touch of the man before him.
 
Before he could expiate the action, Nick swung him slightly off his feet, rocketing both of them back towards the couch. Nick roughly tackled him into the cushion, fumbling with his belt buckle. Jim cracked a smile lifting his hips up to aid in the removal of the restrictive clothing.  A tent pole of his own hard member protruded out of the opening of his boxer shorts. He knocked off his sneakers, since the laces were not overly tight. Nick tore away his trousers and threw them into a heap on the floor.
 
Nick loomed over his body eliciting a soft moan of want from the depths of his parched throat. He groaned when the young man's fingers titillated him through the cotton, stroking his hard member with slight caresses.
 
“Never knew you for a tease.” Jim growled.
 
His boxers were yanked down in response.  Nick's nimble fingers lightly touched the fervent skin of his member making it twitch greedily. Sparks and waves of heat shot from his groin into his the rest of his body. Before he could articulate the words that were nothing but a jumbled response from delicate caresses. Nick sunk to his knees. If that sight alone wasn't enough to make him nearly choke on his own rapid breathing. Then Nick's tongue leaving a hot trail of sticky wetness along his shaft, nearly made him dizzy with ecstasy.
 
Jim raked nails along the expanse of back muscles, leaving light marks until his fingers tangled into the black silky hair. Jim wasn't able to speak, but he could watch Gil, nudge his pants to the floor with one foot. The man on the love seat had the most gorgeous view. Gil methodically unbuttoned his shirt, baring a slightly hairy, heaving chest, his fingers playing with his pectoral muscles and pinching his nipples. Those steel blue eyes never left the beauty of the younger man bent over Jim's wide open legs.
 
Jim gasped, his head jerked back and fingers yanked at the dark hair below him. His cock was totally cocooned by Nick's succulent mouth. A tongue licked one side of his member like some Popsicle, than back up the other. His rapid breathing almost reached a crescendo, just as Nick ran his teeth lightly across his shaft. The licking and smacking, was followed up by a deep suction that after a few seconds almost sent him into oblivion. He felt his orgasm approach, but held off even as Nick's fingers cupped and played with his balls. Jim's lower half was so over come by stimulation he began to see stars.
 
Jim thrust into the steady rhythm of Nick's articulate mouth, the bobbing head of hair a sight he'd have memorized for nights to follow. The steady sucking left him a puddle of jelly. Jim allowed his body to twitch, the waves of pleasure enveloping him, as he finally let go.  The orgasm spilt forth into the other man's mouth, taking in every drop.
 
He didn't know how long he lay limp, basking in the warmth that tingled in every limb of his body. His now slightly softened penis was finally released from bliss. Nick found a towel to clean him up, the fabric causing him to yelp when it touched his overly sensitive area.
 
Reality and focus of the room returned as Nick peered at him with a smirk, brown eyes twinkling. Gil wavered slightly, standing. His body glistened with sweat, beads all over his forehead, matted parts of his curly hair. His breathing seemed to return to normal from the rapid sounds of before. Surprisingly, Gil used his discarded boxers to clean himself off, from his pleasurable observation, a wicked grin plastered over a satisfied expression. Those steel eyes still longed for more. Seemed like more than one person had gotten off from Nick's oral abilities.
 
“Let’s try something...” Gil licked his lips. “Fun.”
 
“What are we having now?” Jim quirked, getting his bearings.
 
Grissom merely grinned. He wrapped his hands around Nick's slim waist, teasing his left earlobe with a nip. “Let's go to the bedroom.”
 
Jim slowly stood on weak legs, quirking an eyebrow and followed them into the other room. The supervisor rested against the head headboard of the bed, spreading his legs and patting his lap. “Lay against me, Nick.”
 
Nick smiled a bit unsure. How on earth could he exhibit such bashfulness after displaying such artful skills was beyond the captain.
 
Nick lay flush along Gil's body; his head nestled along the other man's neck.  Once Nick got comfortable Gil made a show for his single audience by slowly caressing the stretched body before him. If Jim's arousal had waned, it was firing on all cylinders now. He stood transfixed. Gil's strong hands explored Nick's flesh, caressing strong abs, along the flat board stomach, and teased along the curves of slim hips. Gil dipped his fingers into Nick's open mouth, as the Texan sucked on the digits. Gil slid them out and rubbed the glistening ends along both of Nick's nipples.
 
Nick groaned, wiggling along the even body.  His lover teased with agonizing long circles over hardened nubs of flesh. If that wasn't enough. Gil licked along the younger man's jaw line and slipped his tongue inside a sensitive ear. Nick's body writhed in want, while deft fingers playfully pitched both nipples. Nick growled, enticing Gil to suckle the earlobe.
 
Jim crawled onto the bed towards the object of of buried desire. The tips of his fingers delicately stroked along Nick's lean legs and back up along the inside of the young man's thighs. Nick shuddered in delight as the man behind him twisted his hardened nipples with a thumb and forefinger. The Captain ran his finger along the waistband of the boxer briefs, that caused sounds of encouragement. He then peeled away the tight cotton, freeing the bulging erection straining to be set free. Jim leaned over and planted slow sensual kisses along Nick’s erect cock. Gil hugged Nick to keep him pinned in place, as the entomologist continued to play with those luscious pecs.
 
With a groan, Nick turned his head to capture Gil's lips. The two shared a passionate kiss and the exploration of each other's mouths. Jim enjoyed tormenting the young man with his tongue giving him fleeting little licks followed by twirling patterns over the head of his leaking member.
 
Jim savored in the taste of Nick, taking in small amounts of the aching cock, but not giving him any of the wanted suction. Instead he allowed his mouth to engulf the shaft, wetting it with moisture. Nick moaned out of desperate need at the stimulation to his lower and higher regions of his body. It made the captain burn with deep desire.
 
Jim chuckled silently; he still had it after all these years.
 
Nick wrestled with an overwhelming arousal, his body barely held down by his lover's forceful arms.
 
“God, please,” he begged.
 
Jim shuddered, it was such a beautiful sight to behold.  Again the memory flashed in his head of Nick's body crumpled on the floor, the suspect ready to kill the younger man. It burned an ugly, fearful effigy, one that needed to be purged out of his head. The sweaty, gorgeous man was pleading for 'him'. This was something he could give, share and glow in primal satisfaction.
 
“You, still keep your stuff in the nightstand?” He asked the older man.
 
Gill nodded, busy gnawing at the tendon along Nick's neck. The Captain smiled, going over to retrieve the lube.  Jim hadn't felt this alive in ages, as he took the tube, applying a lucrative amount in his hand and spreading it all over his revitalized member. He greased his almost painful cock slower than normal, so both men could watch his hands.
 
Gil took advantage of his access and fondled Nick's swelled member, as the Captain prepared for the final act. It was almost too much. Nick bucked, seeking out the desired friction, which Gil only teased out more. Once he was done preparing, Jim crawled back over the mattress, placing the tube within Gil's grasp.
 
Jim's added weight made the bed creak, a signal from the occupants of the anticipation. He took a glistened finger, and slowly played with Nick's opening, sinking it inside slowly. Nick's body was well prepared for the intrusion. Jim twisted the finger, forcing it past a ring of muscle, every millimeter a little deeper.
 
Nick's gasps, was amazing approval. Jim wasn't sure if he envied the kid. Gil was relentless, his fingers leaving ghostlike wisps of friction over Nick's unfulfilled member.
 
Nick's eyes were squeezed tightly closed. Jim's slicked digit penetrating further until it reached glory.  Nick flailed, to the Captain's delight. He twisted and turned inside the young man. One of Gil's hands still played with the lower half, the left hand tweaked a nipple for good measure. This caused all sorts of fits from the young man, including more bursts of begging.
 
He fingered upwards, sliding along the prostrate. Nick's breathing was so fast, gulping lungful after lungful of air in desperation. Jim pulled his finger out ever so slowly, and then added a second one. It glided back into the loosened flesh.
This time he scissored inside the opening. Nick's legs kicked about, since good old Gil hadn't let up on his own fun.
 
Jim decided it was time for more then just teasing. He added a third finger for good measure, thrusting inside, until Nick was good and ready. Jim got situated where he needed to be and scooted closer. Slowly he pushed his length inside, as he raised Nick's thighs up to help aide in gliding in.
 
Jim grunted, the feeling of flesh surrounding his cock so fucking enthralling. He tried not to let the warmth and tightness take over his brain. His desire to bury his member inside Nick was encompassing. He managed to refrain, allowing a slow penetration.
 
Gil's hands were on the young man's hips, encouraging him to lift up his legs, as the Captain draped the limbs on top of his shoulders.  There were a myriad of collective, deep breaths, little lost sounds from all of their throats mixed together. Jim finally slid all the way in, Nick's body almost bent in half, to create the best possible angle.
 
Nick let out a soft gritty groan, as Jim sheathed himself inside. He stared at the panting open mouth that waited for the blissful mixture of pain and pleasure. Jim tried to concentrate on his breathing, reveling for a few moments. He pulled slowly out, then back in, a little deeper. Nick's legs tightened around his neck in response and Jim had finally stretched the muscles inside the younger man enough to begin a steady rhythm.
 
Gil begun to fondle Nick's softened erection. While Jim began his pace, the other man had greased up his hands while everyone was distracted. Nick was a flurry of movement. Legs straddled around the Captain, meeting every stroke, causing Jim to penetrate deeper, and glide over the sought after gland.
 
He opened his eyes, as he took in Gil's artful hands wrapped around Nick's now swollen member, timing his strokes to Jim's thrusts. The Captain increased his speed. Jim and Gil locked blazing eyes as they brought the young man to the brink of absolute ecstasy. Nick's orgasm was building between Gil's slick fingers pumping him in tandem to Jim's deep thrusts.
 
At first he wondered if this was too much, but Nick pushed against him, and Jim wasn't able to concentrate anyway. His second orgasm was at the brink, and just as Nick began to shout both their names, he let loose inside, spilling his seed.
 
He wasn't the only to gush as Nick's stomach became a mess of cum and satisfaction. Jim found himself collapsed over the younger man, his body a live wire. He didn't know how he saddled over to one side of the bed. Gil was intent on cleaning everything. Nick appeared to be passed out from some sort of synapse explosion. Jim was too exhausted to wipe up his own disorder. He found the blazing hot skin of the young man and curled up beside the relaxed body.
 
Gil ever the leader, found a towel to take care of the soiled areas and draped a blanket over both men, before climbing under the covers on the other side of Nick, who was blissfully unaware. Jim's brain was mush, but he had enough cells to wrap a lazy arm around Nick. He sought out Gil's hand and they shared a soft squeeze.
 
“I'm sure, Nicky appreciates your help with the headaches.”
 
Jim didn't pay attention too much, hours later, the words made a little sense. One thing was for sure. Those damn images from three days ago, were more of a fuzzy memory.

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