nickngreg | Missing Scene Fic

Hey All,
here's a new fic, hope you all enjoy!
-Aly

Title: Winnings
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: Episode 220: Cats in the Cradle (Missing Scene)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSI members portrayed in this fic and am no way affiliated with CBS. This is pure fiction coming from the confines of my mind and room.
A/N: I was watching the second season on DVD and when I saw this episode/scene I was like OMG when I saw how they cut to another scene right after Nick asked what he won. And that look and question just held so much more meaning. So my mind, always in fic mode, conjured up this little missing scene.
Summary: Greg shows Nick what he won

“Before you ask about that swab of yours from the end cap; let’s play ‘Name that chemical compound’.” Greg says, seeing Nick walk into the lab, wanting to play a little game. “Today’s category, Explosives, thirty seconds on the clock.”

“Let’s get it.” Nick says with a smile, clapping his hands together, watching as Greg begins to draw. “C3, H5, and three molecules of NO3 nitroglycerin, the explosive component of dynamite.” Nick concludes.

“Now the other component of dynamite is either silica or sawdust. Your sample contains sawdust.” Greg points out.

“Thanks Greg.” Nick says with a smile. “What do I win?” Nick asks after a moment.

Smiling, Greg steps closer to Nick “Come by my place and you’ll find out.” Greg whispers seductively in Nick’s ear. He feels Nick shudder and smirks to himself before moving away. “You should be going.” Greg points out, seeing Nick rooted to his spot.

“Right.” Nick whispers huskily.

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After his shift is over, Greg cleans up his lab before leaving for the day. Making his way towards the locker room, Greg spots Nick in the layout room talking to Catharine about something. Greg smiles at Nick when he catches his eye and continues his way towards the locker room, the smile growing bigger across his face. Once Greg has his locker open he hears someone come into the room and doesn’t need to turn around to know its Nick.

Nick slides up next to him, two lockers down and begins to dial his combination, casting a glance at Greg. Greg holds Nick’s stare, his eyes full of promise before turning back to his locker to grab his bag. Closing his locker, Greg slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way towards the door, Nick’s eyes never leaving him. Stopping at the door way, Greg looks back at Nick and motions his head towards the door for them to get going. Nick quickly complies at shuts his locker, grabbing his bag before following Greg out of the locker room as casually as he can.

Nick and Greg make it to the parking lot without incident. Greg smirks to himself when he sees both his and Nick’s cars right next to each other. Opening his door to his Jetta, Greg slides into the driver’s seat and starts his car. He hears Nick’s truck start and pulls out of the parking lot, Nick close behind him. As Greg makes his way towards his house, visions of what he has planned for Nick pop into his head and feels his himself grow harder. Pushing his foot down more on the gas, Greg glances in his rearview mirror making sure Nick is still behind him. Greg sighs when he turns down his street and sees his apartment complex come into view. Anxious to get home, Greg quickly pulls into the lot and shuts off his car. Calming himself down some, Greg opens the door and gets out of the car just ask Nick pulls up beside him. Greg waits for Nick to get out of his truck before making his way up the stairs towards his apartment.

Greg can feel the heat from Nick’s body standing behind him and he forces himself to get the key in the lock. Walking inside, Greg drops his stuff on the floor, toeing his shoes off. Hearing the click of the door as it shuts, Greg spins around and quickly pushes Nick up against the door, crushing their lips together in a frantic kiss. Nick moans into the kiss and drops his things on the floor freeing his hands so he could pulls Greg’s body closer to his. Greg grounds his hips into Nick’s and pushes his tongue into Nick’s willing mouth tasting the coffee and a sweetness that is simply Nick. Breaking apart for the much needed air, Greg lays his forehead against Nick’s and pants, taking a few deep breaths.

“So Greg, you gonna give me prize now?” Nick whispers, a smile on his lips.

Greg laughs and pulls away. “Here I am Nicky,” Greg says walking backwards away from Nick. “Come and get me.” Greg says with a smirk before dashing off towards the bedroom.

Nick catches him just as Greg steps into the room, pulling the younger man towards him as they fall on the bed. “I want you.” Nick breathes out.

“Good.” Greg says before kissing Nick once more. Greg straddles Nick’s thighs and begins to pull Nick’s shirt from his pants. Momentarily breaking the kiss, Greg pulls the shirt off Nick and push’s Nick back on the bed, latching onto his neck. Nick groans when Greg moves towards his nipples, sucking the nub into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, making it into a hard peak. Moving his mouth, Greg gives Nick’s other nipple the same treatment as his fingers run down Nick’s sides moving towards the button of Nick’s jeans.

Greg pulls his mouth from Nick’s nipple and begins placing butterfly kisses down Nick’s stomach until he reaches his destination. Quickly, Greg pushes down Nick’s jeans and boxers in one swift tug and Nick’s cock pops out with a smack against Nick’s stomach. Taking Nick’s cock in his hands, Greg strokes it softly, watching the pleasure play across Nick’s face. “Oh god…” Nick moans when Greg swipes his tongue over the head, pushing his tongue into the slit. Nick thrusts his hips up towards Greg’s face wanting to feel Greg’s mouth surrounding him.

Greg smiles to himself as he moves his hands to either side of Nick’s hips holding them down as he slowly sucks Nick into his mouth. Greg moans at the feeling of Nick inside his mouth, the weight of Nick’s cock on his tongue, the taste of his skin simply delicious. Greg beings to bob his head in a slow steady motion, relaxing his throat, taking Nick all the way. He can hear Nick moan in pleasure and feel him pushing his hips up. Greg tightens his grip on Nick’s hips and moves his head faster, swirling his tongue over the head and pressing his tongue against the vein on the underside of Nick’s cock. “Jesus Christ Greg.” Nick groans as his hands move into Greg’s hair pulling softly. Greg smiles at the pleasure in Nick’s voice and moves one hand off of his hips, sucking a finger into his mouth along with Nick’s cock. Removing his fingers from his mouth, Greg places them at Nick’s entrance and gently pushes inside, getting Nick ready for what’s to come next.

Nick groans, and his hands tighten, pulling Greg’s hair a little harder when he feels Greg finger him. “Fuck!” Nick shouts, jerking his hips when he feels Greg hit his prostate. Nick knows he’s not gonna last much longer. Not with the dual sensation of Greg’s mouth on him and his fingers inside him, brushing against that sweet spot deep inside him. Nick feels his ball tighten when Greg picks up his pace, sucking harder and moving his fingers faster. “Greg, I, Jesus…..Greg!” Nick cries as he comes, shooting his cum down Greg’s throat.

Greg smiles letting Nick’s cock drop from his lips and removing his fingers. Sitting up on his knees, Greg removes his shirt and unbuttons his jeans, standing up to push them off and pulls Nick’s off all the way before placing his body flush against Nick’s. Greg falls into the cradle of Nick’s thighs and grinds down against him, sliding their cocks together. Looking up at Nick, Greg places a gentle kiss against his lips. Nick returns the kiss cupping Greg’s face in his hands. Breaking apart slightly, Greg stares into Nick’s eyes as he moves to align himself, gently pushing inside Nick. Greg groans at the tight heat surrounding his cock, stilling for a second, allowing Nick to accommodate him. Greg feels Nick push up against him and starts a slow, gentle pace, moving inside him. Nick’s eyes close and his hands grip Greg’s hips, moving his hips to meet each of Greg’s thrusts.

A sheen of sweat breaks across Greg’s skin as he starts to quicken his pace, thrusting harder and faster into Nick’s tight channel, brushing against his prostate on every thrust. Nick’s moaning now, babbling incoherent things. “Greg…oh god…..so good. More… harder… fuck. I love you, so much, just you. Jesus fucking Christ.” Nick rambles on as Greg pounds inside him. Suddenly, Greg grabs Nick’s cock and strokes it in time with his thrusts wanting Nick to cum before him. Nick feels Greg’s hands on him and it’s just too much, he can’t hold out any longer and shoots his load onto Greg’s hand. Greg feels Nick come and his muscles contract around him, that’s all it takes and Greg is coming deep inside Nick calling out Nick’s name as he does so. Spent and exhausted, Greg collapses on Nick’s chests and takes in gulps of air. Nick wraps his arms around Greg and pulls him closer. “We’re so playing ‘Name that chemical compound’ again.” Nick mumbles sleepily. Greg chuckles and places a kiss in the hollow of Nick’s neck before snuggling in deeper, letting his eyes fall shut.