nickngreg | Nick/Greg fic - Motivation (Reply)

Here’s a one-shot I just churned out tonight. It’s a response to a TalkCSI challenge that I made up, lol. The challenge was that the fic had to involve car-washing. I was washing our cars one Saturday and I was like “Woah. I can make this slashy!” This fic was a fun one :D

Title: Motivation
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: PG-13 to R...probably R
Summary: Nick knows exactly how to get Greg to do a little work around the house.

X-posted.

Motivation

“But I don’t want to!”

Nick rolled his eyes. Sometimes Greg could sound so much like a little kid. He ignored his boyfriend and continued into the garage, grabbing a bucket and some other supplies.

“Why’d you have to pull me out of bed?” Greg continued, yawning. “Come back and join me. That’s a lot more fun than washing cars...”

Nick stopped and turned to face Greg. “Because it’s gotta be done!” He held the hose like a gun, aiming it at the blonde. “Now stop complaining, because I’m armed and dangerous!”

Greg giggled at Nick’s corniness, then promptly plopped down on their front step. Just because he’s out here doesn’t mean that he’s going to help. He smiled sweetly when Nick gave him an exasperated sigh.

An idea crossed Nick’s mind. He knew how he could get Greg up off his ass.

“Hey, Greggo!” he called.

“Yeah?”

“If you rinse both cars down, I’ll take my shirt off.”

Greg quickly looked up from the Patricia Cornwell novel he had been reading. Nick grinned. Oh yeah, he’s interested.

“Seriously?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Greg got up and approached Nick cautiously. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

Nick didn’t respond. Instead he raised the hose in threatening way again, cocking it like a gun. “I’ll shoot.”

“No! I already fixed my hair!” Greg took the hose, muttering to himself. Nick stepped back and watched Greg spray both cars down. After he had gotten the other sides too, Greg dropped the hose and returned to Nick. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Nick slowly pulled the tight-shirt up and off, flexing his muscles as he did so. He playfully tossed it at Greg’s face.

“I want to touch,” Greg said, moving closer.

“Not yet. But soap them down and I’ll make myself wet.”

Greg swallowed. He contemplated turning the hose on Nick and soaking the Texan and then tackling him to the ground, but apparently, Nick had become a mind-reader.

“And if you so much as think about spraying me, then no sex for a week!” Nick said. He was thoroughly enjoying this. Greg pouted. Damn sexy bastard! he thought.

The blonde hurried with the sponge, probably doing a half-assed job but with wet Nick on his mind he couldn’t help but move quickly. Besides, the sooner Nick was wet, the sooner Greg could be too.

Greg threw the sponge in the bucket with a splash and waited for his prize. Nick smiled, holding the nozzle above his head and letting the water fall. It traveled down his back and chest, drops following the lines of defined muscles. They disappeared into his jeans, which soon became a little darker and a little tighter.

“Holy shit,” Greg whispered. He didn’t know washing cars could be so arousing.

“What was that?” Nick asked as he passed the hose to Greg.

“Nothing. Just commenting on how sexy you looked,” Greg replied, letting his eyes travel slowly down Nick’s body.

The Texan leaned close to Greg’s ear. Kissing Greg on the cheek, he muttered into his ear, “Finish the job and the jeans come off.”

Greg’s jaw dropped. Nick’s adventurous side did come out every once in a while!

“Out here?!” Greg asked incredulously.

“Oh yeah.” And to prove his point, Nick undid the button and slid the zipper down a bit. “Keep washing and you’ll get it all!”

Greg suddenly realized how hot it was outside, and it wasn’t just the sun. He said a silent prayer hoping that none of the neighbors were watching because he could feel the boner growing in his shorts and he knew by the time he was done he’d be fully hard in plain view of anyone looking out their window.

He turned the water on full blast. The white soap disappeared, mixing and swirling on the cement driveway and Greg tried not to think about what else the foam looked like. Nick’s car was clean and Greg’s was done in a few seconds. This time he didn’t wait for Nick to talk, instead he dove right for the zipper.

Nick pushed his hand way. “Uh-uh. I’m doing this.”

Greg stepped back impatiently as Nick slid the zipper all the way down. Nick moved his hips in a circle, getting the denim to slowly slide down his thighs. Greg squirmed as Nick stepped out of the blue pool at his feet. Immediately, Greg threw his arms around Nick’s neck and tried to kiss him. Nick pulled away.

“You didn’t dry off the cars.”

“What?! Ugh. Bastard!” Greg groaned.

“You’re gonna regret that.” Nick grinned mischievously, aiming the spray of water in the general direction of the tent in Greg’s shorts. “Hurry up and finish so we can take care of that problem!”

Greg grabbed the towel with a huff. This wasn’t he wanted to do while he was horny. As he dried the vehicles, he heard the sound of running water behind him. Greg looked over his shoulder, suspicious.

He almost came on the spot.

Nick was running the hose all over his body. The thin boxers became soaked, clinging to his hips and legs and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His tan, wet skin shined in the sun. Greg was entranced as he watched Nick’s muscles move.

“That’s gotta be illegal,” Greg whispered.

Nick grinned. “What are you waiting for?” he said, letting his hands play at the waistband of his soaked boxers.

That was all the motivation Greg needed. He tossed the towel somewhere behind him and ran at his boyfriend, but Nick was too fast for him. Slipping and sliding, the Texan made it inside before Greg could. Greg chased him and found Nick lying on their bed, naked and slowly stroking his cock.

Greg stripped and climbed on top of Nick with a passionate kiss. “Guess I should wash the cars more often,” he said against Nick’s lips.

A/N: That wasn't even that smutty but writing it got me all hot and bothered anyway. Wow. And Patricia Cornwell is frickin’ awesome.