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A Night Alone In the Lab

Featuring Nick Stokes (as portrayed by George Eads) and Greg Sanders (as portrayed by Eric Szmanda) on the hit show CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

Chapter Two - A Staggering Encounter

BOOM!

If this one could have been any louder than the last one, Greg would have sworn it. The force of the gun firing seemed to be significantly stronger too. The kick again caused Greg to lose his balance, but this time his backward stumble forced his tightly clothed body back against Nick’s.

With the force of Greg’s body propelled by the gun’s immense kick, Nick himself stumbled a little. He stabilized his footing and leaned back to compensate for Greg. The younger man’s body pressed against Nick’s chest and Nick instinctively wrapped his arms around Greg’s torso to prevent them both from falling to the floor. His catch placed his hands with fingers splayed across Greg’s smooth, taught stomach.

Greg’s eyes went wide as he felt the unmistakable shape of Nick’s fully hard cock pressed against his ass. Instinctively Greg sucked in a non-existent gut before quickly regaining his balance and stepping away from Nick. Greg felt what seemed to be Nick intentionally trailing his fingers along his sides as he pulled away from Nick’s embrace.

“You know you don’t really have any gut to suck in there.” Nick grinned nonchalantly, knowing full well that Greg had felt his raging hard-on.

“Oh, well thanks.” Greg’s sheepish reply came in a stutter. A little more composed, “That’s quite a piece!” He lifted the handgun a little to indicate he wasn’t talking about the weapon in Nick’s pants. Secretly, his thoughts swirled around the phallic shape he had felt pressed against his read end.

“It’s certainly powerful enough to bring down a big stud, isn’t it?” Nick reached out and took the gun, placing it on the work table. He looked back at Greg with a sly smile, “but that’s not what you’re really referring to is it?” He took a step closer to Greg, only a short arms reach away.

In a flustered stammer with eyes avoiding Nick’s piercing gaze, “Huh, um... what else would I be referring to?” Greg took a step backward, putting him up against one of the lab’s counters.

Nick stepped forward to keep pace with Greg’s retreat. He reached out with his left hand, firmly grasping Greg’s right wrist. He brought Greg’s hand forward, turning it palm out, placing it squarely over the bulge in his chinos.

“This.”

Greg felt Nick’s member throb as his hand was pressed against it. The chinos were warm to the touch indicating the flesh had been flush with blood for quite a while. Greg’s eyes were immediately focused on his hand and grew wide as he realized the size and girth of the piece of sensual equipment he cradled.

“Well... that’s certainly a... uh... big piece too!”

Greg’s nervousness was through the roof. He felt frozen with