Fic: Nick/Greg, R
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nickngregTitle: Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Author: acroarcs
Rating: R for nudity, but no actual sex. Just really close.
Setting: Between seasons 4 and 5
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, nor do I make money from it or its characters.
Summary: An explanation for Nick's ever longer hair towards the end of 4 and his clean scalp at the start of 5. No angst at all. I'm serious. It's almost PWP.
Notes: I had to prove to myself that I am not necessarily Angsty McAngstalot, especially in comparison to the challenge fic I'm about to post. This was originally going to be a lot shorter, but it just kept going. Also, any information I have on this subject has been gathered from the magical internet, as I (like Nick) wouldn't do this on my own. And a final note, it's my first attempt at anything remotely dirty. (You might recall everything up to now has been PG-13 or lower.)
Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Nick braced himself with one hand on the counter as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. The other hand ran through his hair. He watched it gather together the strands, folding them back on themselves before releasing them. The hair fell back into roughly the same position.
He sighed. It was time, and he knew it.
He left the bathroom glumly, unsure of what exactly was about to happen. He found Greg on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels on the television. Staring at the set, Nick sank into the recliner.
“I put some water on to boil,” Greg said. “And there’s some canned vegetables leftover from the last time we went shopping. Sorry about that, but I don’t feel up to anything complicated today.” He kept flipping through channels.
“It’s all right,” Nick said softly.
Greg looked over at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Nick said. “It’s just that, well, I don’t know what you’re about to do.”
Greg looked confused. “I thought I was about to make dinner.”
Nick smiled, but it felt sickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I need to go do something, and you made me promise to tell you before I did it, and I’m scared to think of why.”
Greg put one finger to his lips and put on his deep-in-thought expression. He looked genuinely puzzled for a second, but then his face brightened dramatically. “You’re getting a haircut,” he said, eyes wide and glowing.
“It’s a little long,” Nick conceded.
“Maybe if you hadn’t put it off for a month or two, it wouldn’t be,” Greg said. He stood up and went into the kitchen, tousling Nick’s hair as he walked by. “That wasn’t because you were scared of me, was it?”
“A little,” Nick said. He got out of the recliner and followed Greg into the other room. “What are you doing?”
“Turning off the stove,” Greg said. He flashed a bright smile. “I don’t want to leave boiling water unattended.”
“Why…? What are you…?”
“You’re coming with me,” Greg said. He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter, then grabbed Nick’s hand and started leading him down the hallway. He pushed the bathroom door fully open and once in the small room, closed the toilet. “Please, sir, have a seat,” he said with some sort of waving gesture.
Nick sat down on the toilet, scared of what he suspected was coming. Greg set the towels down on the counter and started reaching into the cabinet behind the mirror. “You’re not going to cut my hair yourself?” Nick asked nervously.
“No,” Greg laughed. He pulled out a box. “I’m going to color it.”
“What?” Nick said. He jumped off the toilet, about to push his away around Greg and out of the bathroom, but Greg turned and planted a hand on his chest and a pair of lips on his lips. Nick surrendered for the moment, wrapping his arms around Greg, closing his eyes, and giving in to the kiss.
It was hot and insistent on both sides. Nick felt Greg’s mouth open, so he slowly pressed his tongue inside. Greg started moaning, the low sound sending vibrations through both of them. Nick briefly opened his eyes to look at Greg, but he caught a glimpse of the hair color box out of the corner of his eye. Damn it, he’d almost let himself get distracted.
His eyes on the coloring box, he pulled Greg in tightly and started to turn, trying to move Greg out of the way. Greg started laughing and pulled back.
“Not so fast, slick,” Greg said. He pushed Nick lightly back toward the toilet. “I just want to frost it. You’ll be able to get all the coloring cut off easily, and I really want to see how it looks.”
Nick looked at him skeptically.
“Please?” Greg was trying to pull out a puppy dog face. It shouldn't have worked, but like always, it did.
“All right,” Nick said. He sat down on the toilet again. Greg, grinning like an idiot, set about opening the box. He pulled out a cap and a hook, followed by a pair of gloves.
“You’re sure they’ll be able to cut it off?” Nick said.
“Yes,” Greg said, pulling on the gloves. “And even if they couldn’t, you’d just have to wash it thoroughly a few times. The dye only goes into the cuticle of the hair, so it doesn’t bond…”
“Greg, I know how hair dye works,” Nick interrupted. “It does come up every once in a while. But why are you stocked with temporary dye?”
Greg shrugged. “I like to change my style.” He finished with the gloves and started fiddling with the cap, placing it on Nick’s head. Then he grabbed the hook. “There’s holes on top of the cap,” he explained. “I’m just pulling some hair through to color. Tell me if it hurts.”
“If it hurts?” Nick asked.
“Something could get caught,” Greg said nonchalantly. His hands disappeared above Nick’s head.
“You’d better hope nothing does,” Nick said.
“And if it does?” Greg asked.
Nick reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling Greg down to eye level. “I might have to take action,” he said with a smile. He gave Greg a quick kiss before letting go. “I’ve decided to trust you on this one.”
“Well, that’s kind of you,” Greg said. He went back to work.
Nick sat staring at Greg’s torso as it moved up and down, side to side in front of him. He watched it in silence, fighting down the urge he felt until he decided that Greg was going to do this thing with his hair, Greg would have to deal with the consequences. He reached out with both hands, aiming to pull up Greg’s shirt and feel the bare skin underneath.
Unfortunately, it was that moment that Greg took a step back, leaving Nick’s hands hanging in midair, holding nothing. Greg laughed. “Want something?”
“Yeah,” Nick said.
“You’ll get it,” Greg said. “Just hold on, I have to mix the color.” He reached into the box and a small tray appeared in his hand. He shook, opened, and squeezed a few tubes into the tray, then stuck a spatula into the mixture. “It’s almost like making dinner,” he said.
“Great,” Nick said. “There’s going to be pasta sauce in my hair.”
“Prego a la Greggo,” Greg said with a smirk.
Nick groaned.
“You’re the one talking about pasta sauce,” Greg said, still playing with the spatula. “Wanna taste?”
“No thanks,” Nick said. “Just get back over here so I can touch you.”
“Priorities,” Greg said with a mock sigh. “All right, but you have to live with any bad pasta puns I come up with.”
“Fine,” Nick said.
Greg moved in front of Nick, stuck his gloved fingers into the small tray next to him, then started applying the dye. Nick could feel the hands moving on top of his head, the hair occasionally tugging at his scalp as Greg pulled on it lightly. Nick’s own hands went to Greg’s stomach, moving smoothly over Greg’s skin with the occasional reach up to his chest or around to his back.
Greg grabbed some more dye, his body twisting in Nick’s hands as he turned first one way and then the other, the skin tightening and muscles flexing under Nick’s palms and fingers. It continued in a dance, Greg getting dye and applying it to Nick’s hair in a smooth rhythm, Nick reaching to feel all the right places as Greg’s body stretched and relaxed in his hands.
Nick was almost disappointed when Greg reached to his side and, instead of reaching into the tray, found a second cap in the box and placed it on Nick’s head. He twisted it at the front and attached a hair clip to it.
“Now what?” Nick asked.
“Now we wait,” Greg said. He sat down on Nick’s lap, straddling him. “But I still need to keep the gloves on, and they’ve got dye on them, so I guess we’ll have to settle for making out.” He leaned in for a kiss. Nick was happy to give it to him.
“How long?”
“At least ten minutes, maybe fifteen,” Greg smiled. “Think you can handle that?”
“I can try,” Nick said. He put his hands behind Greg’s head and pulled Greg’s mouth toward his. He felt a little strange, sitting there in not one but two shower caps, Greg’s arms on his shoulders, Greg’s hands somewhere behind him, but he wasn’t passing up the chance. Something told him Greg didn’t want to pass it up, either.
He kept one hand behind Greg’s head for support and slipped the other up Greg’s shirt, feeling his way from waist to chest. He took a nipple between his fingers, rubbing it slowly. Greg arched back, giving Nick more room to move his arm without breaking lip contact. Nick was growing uncomfortable in his pants, with Greg grinding against him, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Suddenly, Greg stopped and stood up. His shirt fell back into place as he pulled away from Nick’s hand . “Time to check,” he said.
“But…” Nick said weakly.
“Don’t worry,” Greg said with a smile. “What’s coming next is better.” He turned the sink on using his wrists, then tore off a paper towel and dampened it. “Just give it a moment.” He untwisted the top cap and took it off, then picked up the paper towel. A moment later he made a self-satisfied grunt and put the cap back on. He retwisted it.
“More waiting?” Nick said hopefully.
“No, better,” Greg said. “Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“Are you objecting?” Greg teased.
“No, just… I don’t understand.”
“You have to rinse your hair,” Greg explained. “The shower’s probably a good place for that. Not so good for the clothes, though. Be careful with the cap… It should be on tight enough, but just watch the shirt.”
“Okay,” Nick said. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, over his shoulders. Then he pulled his arms out before slowly working the shirt over his head.
“Good,” Greg said. He was looking up and down Nick’s body with a smile. “Now the rest of it.”
Nick sat down on the toilet and pulled off his socks before standing again. His hands went to the front of his pants, but he stopped, self-conscious about undressing.
“Come on,” Greg said. “It’s not like you haven’t done this in front of me before.”
“Usually you’re doing it, too,” Nick said.
“I will,” Greg said. He held up his gloved hands. “But we have to get your hair rinsed first. Unless you want blond hands to go with your blond hair.”
“Blond hair?” Nick asked, feeling surprised.
“Blond hair,” Greg laughed. “I did actually dye your hair, although it’s probably going to come out a little red. What, did you think I was just doing some sort of kinky dance for your own personal pleasure?” He smiled lasciviously.
“Well…” Nick started.
“I can do that later,” Greg said. “For right now, take your pants off and get in the shower.”
Nick dropped his pants and boxers, enjoying but pretending to ignore the appreciative noises coming from Greg, and climbed into the shower. He held the shower curtain back from the wall a little so Greg could get his gloved hands in and turned on the water.
Greg took off the top cap again. “All right, lean into the water,” he said. Nick could feel Greg’s hands on top of his head again, working against his scalp again. The water running off his head was yellowish at first, but cleared. “There we go,” Greg said. “Now to get this other one off.”
There was more movement on top of Nick’s head as Greg took off the large plastic cap. He disappeared on the other side of the shower curtain.
“What are you doing?” Nick called.
“Give me a moment,” Greg said. He soon reappeared, this time climbing into the shower, naked. “The gloves are off,” he said, smiling and showing his hands. Then without warning, he grabbed Nick at the waist with both hands, shoving himself against Nick. Lips met again and again under the stream of hot water.
“That good?” Nick asked during a break for breath.
“Yeah,” Greg said before coming back for another round. “There’s supposed…” Another kiss. “To be…” And another. “More red… Your dark hair… Got lucky.”
“Goes for both of us,” Nick said, pushing Greg off his lips and against the shower wall.
“You know,” Greg said. “You’re supposed to shampoo it.”
Nick smiled. “I can think of a lot of uses for shampoo right now.”
***
“Greg, can you process these swabs for me?”
Greg smiled at the sound of Nick’s voice and spun around in his seat, only to receive a surprise. “Your hair…” he stammered. “I thought you’d said…”
Nick ran a hand over a newly shaven scalp. “I was going to keep it,” he said. “For you.” He smiled a half-smile. “But Grissom said we already had one strangely-haired CSI and it might be a good idea to keep the numbers down.”
“He had you…”
“Yeah. Had to get it done fast.”
Greg looked down sullenly for a moment before regaining his smile. “It’s all right,” he said. “We’ll just try something different next time.”
“Next time?” Nick asked weakly.
“Bright red, maybe,” Greg said. “Or green. That’d work well.”
Nick grimaced. “Look, could you just process the swabs?”
“Sure, no problem,” Greg said, taking the evidence from Nick.
Nick turned around and walked out of the lab, muttering under his breath. Greg wasn’t sure, but it sounded like he was trying to count how many months he could go without another haircut.
Author: acroarcs
Rating: R for nudity, but no actual sex. Just really close.
Setting: Between seasons 4 and 5
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, nor do I make money from it or its characters.
Summary: An explanation for Nick's ever longer hair towards the end of 4 and his clean scalp at the start of 5. No angst at all. I'm serious. It's almost PWP.
Notes: I had to prove to myself that I am not necessarily Angsty McAngstalot, especially in comparison to the challenge fic I'm about to post. This was originally going to be a lot shorter, but it just kept going. Also, any information I have on this subject has been gathered from the magical internet, as I (like Nick) wouldn't do this on my own. And a final note, it's my first attempt at anything remotely dirty. (You might recall everything up to now has been PG-13 or lower.)
Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Nick braced himself with one hand on the counter as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. The other hand ran through his hair. He watched it gather together the strands, folding them back on themselves before releasing them. The hair fell back into roughly the same position.
He sighed. It was time, and he knew it.
He left the bathroom glumly, unsure of what exactly was about to happen. He found Greg on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels on the television. Staring at the set, Nick sank into the recliner.
“I put some water on to boil,” Greg said. “And there’s some canned vegetables leftover from the last time we went shopping. Sorry about that, but I don’t feel up to anything complicated today.” He kept flipping through channels.
“It’s all right,” Nick said softly.
Greg looked over at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Nick said. “It’s just that, well, I don’t know what you’re about to do.”
Greg looked confused. “I thought I was about to make dinner.”
Nick smiled, but it felt sickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I need to go do something, and you made me promise to tell you before I did it, and I’m scared to think of why.”
Greg put one finger to his lips and put on his deep-in-thought expression. He looked genuinely puzzled for a second, but then his face brightened dramatically. “You’re getting a haircut,” he said, eyes wide and glowing.
“It’s a little long,” Nick conceded.
“Maybe if you hadn’t put it off for a month or two, it wouldn’t be,” Greg said. He stood up and went into the kitchen, tousling Nick’s hair as he walked by. “That wasn’t because you were scared of me, was it?”
“A little,” Nick said. He got out of the recliner and followed Greg into the other room. “What are you doing?”
“Turning off the stove,” Greg said. He flashed a bright smile. “I don’t want to leave boiling water unattended.”
“Why…? What are you…?”
“You’re coming with me,” Greg said. He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter, then grabbed Nick’s hand and started leading him down the hallway. He pushed the bathroom door fully open and once in the small room, closed the toilet. “Please, sir, have a seat,” he said with some sort of waving gesture.
Nick sat down on the toilet, scared of what he suspected was coming. Greg set the towels down on the counter and started reaching into the cabinet behind the mirror. “You’re not going to cut my hair yourself?” Nick asked nervously.
“No,” Greg laughed. He pulled out a box. “I’m going to color it.”
“What?” Nick said. He jumped off the toilet, about to push his away around Greg and out of the bathroom, but Greg turned and planted a hand on his chest and a pair of lips on his lips. Nick surrendered for the moment, wrapping his arms around Greg, closing his eyes, and giving in to the kiss.
It was hot and insistent on both sides. Nick felt Greg’s mouth open, so he slowly pressed his tongue inside. Greg started moaning, the low sound sending vibrations through both of them. Nick briefly opened his eyes to look at Greg, but he caught a glimpse of the hair color box out of the corner of his eye. Damn it, he’d almost let himself get distracted.
His eyes on the coloring box, he pulled Greg in tightly and started to turn, trying to move Greg out of the way. Greg started laughing and pulled back.
“Not so fast, slick,” Greg said. He pushed Nick lightly back toward the toilet. “I just want to frost it. You’ll be able to get all the coloring cut off easily, and I really want to see how it looks.”
Nick looked at him skeptically.
“Please?” Greg was trying to pull out a puppy dog face. It shouldn't have worked, but like always, it did.
“All right,” Nick said. He sat down on the toilet again. Greg, grinning like an idiot, set about opening the box. He pulled out a cap and a hook, followed by a pair of gloves.
“You’re sure they’ll be able to cut it off?” Nick said.
“Yes,” Greg said, pulling on the gloves. “And even if they couldn’t, you’d just have to wash it thoroughly a few times. The dye only goes into the cuticle of the hair, so it doesn’t bond…”
“Greg, I know how hair dye works,” Nick interrupted. “It does come up every once in a while. But why are you stocked with temporary dye?”
Greg shrugged. “I like to change my style.” He finished with the gloves and started fiddling with the cap, placing it on Nick’s head. Then he grabbed the hook. “There’s holes on top of the cap,” he explained. “I’m just pulling some hair through to color. Tell me if it hurts.”
“If it hurts?” Nick asked.
“Something could get caught,” Greg said nonchalantly. His hands disappeared above Nick’s head.
“You’d better hope nothing does,” Nick said.
“And if it does?” Greg asked.
Nick reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling Greg down to eye level. “I might have to take action,” he said with a smile. He gave Greg a quick kiss before letting go. “I’ve decided to trust you on this one.”
“Well, that’s kind of you,” Greg said. He went back to work.
Nick sat staring at Greg’s torso as it moved up and down, side to side in front of him. He watched it in silence, fighting down the urge he felt until he decided that Greg was going to do this thing with his hair, Greg would have to deal with the consequences. He reached out with both hands, aiming to pull up Greg’s shirt and feel the bare skin underneath.
Unfortunately, it was that moment that Greg took a step back, leaving Nick’s hands hanging in midair, holding nothing. Greg laughed. “Want something?”
“Yeah,” Nick said.
“You’ll get it,” Greg said. “Just hold on, I have to mix the color.” He reached into the box and a small tray appeared in his hand. He shook, opened, and squeezed a few tubes into the tray, then stuck a spatula into the mixture. “It’s almost like making dinner,” he said.
“Great,” Nick said. “There’s going to be pasta sauce in my hair.”
“Prego a la Greggo,” Greg said with a smirk.
Nick groaned.
“You’re the one talking about pasta sauce,” Greg said, still playing with the spatula. “Wanna taste?”
“No thanks,” Nick said. “Just get back over here so I can touch you.”
“Priorities,” Greg said with a mock sigh. “All right, but you have to live with any bad pasta puns I come up with.”
“Fine,” Nick said.
Greg moved in front of Nick, stuck his gloved fingers into the small tray next to him, then started applying the dye. Nick could feel the hands moving on top of his head, the hair occasionally tugging at his scalp as Greg pulled on it lightly. Nick’s own hands went to Greg’s stomach, moving smoothly over Greg’s skin with the occasional reach up to his chest or around to his back.
Greg grabbed some more dye, his body twisting in Nick’s hands as he turned first one way and then the other, the skin tightening and muscles flexing under Nick’s palms and fingers. It continued in a dance, Greg getting dye and applying it to Nick’s hair in a smooth rhythm, Nick reaching to feel all the right places as Greg’s body stretched and relaxed in his hands.
Nick was almost disappointed when Greg reached to his side and, instead of reaching into the tray, found a second cap in the box and placed it on Nick’s head. He twisted it at the front and attached a hair clip to it.
“Now what?” Nick asked.
“Now we wait,” Greg said. He sat down on Nick’s lap, straddling him. “But I still need to keep the gloves on, and they’ve got dye on them, so I guess we’ll have to settle for making out.” He leaned in for a kiss. Nick was happy to give it to him.
“How long?”
“At least ten minutes, maybe fifteen,” Greg smiled. “Think you can handle that?”
“I can try,” Nick said. He put his hands behind Greg’s head and pulled Greg’s mouth toward his. He felt a little strange, sitting there in not one but two shower caps, Greg’s arms on his shoulders, Greg’s hands somewhere behind him, but he wasn’t passing up the chance. Something told him Greg didn’t want to pass it up, either.
He kept one hand behind Greg’s head for support and slipped the other up Greg’s shirt, feeling his way from waist to chest. He took a nipple between his fingers, rubbing it slowly. Greg arched back, giving Nick more room to move his arm without breaking lip contact. Nick was growing uncomfortable in his pants, with Greg grinding against him, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Suddenly, Greg stopped and stood up. His shirt fell back into place as he pulled away from Nick’s hand . “Time to check,” he said.
“But…” Nick said weakly.
“Don’t worry,” Greg said with a smile. “What’s coming next is better.” He turned the sink on using his wrists, then tore off a paper towel and dampened it. “Just give it a moment.” He untwisted the top cap and took it off, then picked up the paper towel. A moment later he made a self-satisfied grunt and put the cap back on. He retwisted it.
“More waiting?” Nick said hopefully.
“No, better,” Greg said. “Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“Are you objecting?” Greg teased.
“No, just… I don’t understand.”
“You have to rinse your hair,” Greg explained. “The shower’s probably a good place for that. Not so good for the clothes, though. Be careful with the cap… It should be on tight enough, but just watch the shirt.”
“Okay,” Nick said. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, over his shoulders. Then he pulled his arms out before slowly working the shirt over his head.
“Good,” Greg said. He was looking up and down Nick’s body with a smile. “Now the rest of it.”
Nick sat down on the toilet and pulled off his socks before standing again. His hands went to the front of his pants, but he stopped, self-conscious about undressing.
“Come on,” Greg said. “It’s not like you haven’t done this in front of me before.”
“Usually you’re doing it, too,” Nick said.
“I will,” Greg said. He held up his gloved hands. “But we have to get your hair rinsed first. Unless you want blond hands to go with your blond hair.”
“Blond hair?” Nick asked, feeling surprised.
“Blond hair,” Greg laughed. “I did actually dye your hair, although it’s probably going to come out a little red. What, did you think I was just doing some sort of kinky dance for your own personal pleasure?” He smiled lasciviously.
“Well…” Nick started.
“I can do that later,” Greg said. “For right now, take your pants off and get in the shower.”
Nick dropped his pants and boxers, enjoying but pretending to ignore the appreciative noises coming from Greg, and climbed into the shower. He held the shower curtain back from the wall a little so Greg could get his gloved hands in and turned on the water.
Greg took off the top cap again. “All right, lean into the water,” he said. Nick could feel Greg’s hands on top of his head again, working against his scalp again. The water running off his head was yellowish at first, but cleared. “There we go,” Greg said. “Now to get this other one off.”
There was more movement on top of Nick’s head as Greg took off the large plastic cap. He disappeared on the other side of the shower curtain.
“What are you doing?” Nick called.
“Give me a moment,” Greg said. He soon reappeared, this time climbing into the shower, naked. “The gloves are off,” he said, smiling and showing his hands. Then without warning, he grabbed Nick at the waist with both hands, shoving himself against Nick. Lips met again and again under the stream of hot water.
“That good?” Nick asked during a break for breath.
“Yeah,” Greg said before coming back for another round. “There’s supposed…” Another kiss. “To be…” And another. “More red… Your dark hair… Got lucky.”
“Goes for both of us,” Nick said, pushing Greg off his lips and against the shower wall.
“You know,” Greg said. “You’re supposed to shampoo it.”
Nick smiled. “I can think of a lot of uses for shampoo right now.”
***
“Greg, can you process these swabs for me?”
Greg smiled at the sound of Nick’s voice and spun around in his seat, only to receive a surprise. “Your hair…” he stammered. “I thought you’d said…”
Nick ran a hand over a newly shaven scalp. “I was going to keep it,” he said. “For you.” He smiled a half-smile. “But Grissom said we already had one strangely-haired CSI and it might be a good idea to keep the numbers down.”
“He had you…”
“Yeah. Had to get it done fast.”
Greg looked down sullenly for a moment before regaining his smile. “It’s all right,” he said. “We’ll just try something different next time.”
“Next time?” Nick asked weakly.
“Bright red, maybe,” Greg said. “Or green. That’d work well.”
Nick grimaced. “Look, could you just process the swabs?”
“Sure, no problem,” Greg said, taking the evidence from Nick.
Nick turned around and walked out of the lab, muttering under his breath. Greg wasn’t sure, but it sounded like he was trying to count how many months he could go without another haircut.
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Date: 2005-06-07 03:30 am (UTC)oh mna, I've loved so many fics lately, and this one was like... my birthday and christmas rolled into one! It was delightful. I want Nick to get frosted tips.... guh that'd be hot.
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Date: 2005-06-07 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 04:49 am (UTC)Nice touch that Nick would keep it frosted for Greg.
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Date: 2005-06-07 05:05 am (UTC)X
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Date: 2005-06-07 06:06 am (UTC)You got them just right, great job!
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Date: 2005-06-07 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 08:44 am (UTC)I dont know why it's more hot than them making out, but it is.
Though, the mental image of them making out with Nick in multiple showercaps and Greg in gloves is a just too great.
loved Loved LOVED.
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Date: 2005-06-07 12:25 pm (UTC)Nice! This was hot and cute. I'm actually a big fan of Nicky's shaved head (although I might be in the minority) and it's nice to think that's where it came from.
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Date: 2005-06-07 01:03 pm (UTC)I think it's because it's more unusual and it's better described. And it's better described because I, um, did some field testing, sitting on my own toilet and trying to work out what exactly it would look like. To find out where eye level was and that sort of thing. Yeah, that.
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Date: 2005-06-07 01:29 pm (UTC)Heh. I wouldn't be too sure about Nick's honesty on the topic. I went through one draft were Nick intentionally got it all shaved off, but it made me unhappy. But this one, maybe it was Grissom that told Nick to get rid of the frosting. Or Nick asked Grissom to tell him. Or Nick just made up that story. Hard to say (I lean toward the last, actually). I seem to be all about the ambiguous endings recently.
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Date: 2005-06-07 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-08 07:57 pm (UTC)ctx :D
I loved it! :) I love everyone's stories!
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Date: 2005-06-08 08:17 pm (UTC)