nickngreg | csi_missing_500 fic (Reply)

Title: Obvious Virility
Author: Quettaser
Rating: R
Summary: Post "Big-Middle" fic. Greg can't get something out of his head.
Notes: This little fic kicked my butt. Took forever to think of an idea, and then it was 200 words too long, and now LJ's being pissy about formatting.

Greg was staring at him, he could feel it.

“Yes, Greg?” sighed Nick, opening his eyes, seeing Greg leaning over him, hair tousled, looking only half awake. Nick shifted, pulling Greg down so that he was lying on his chest, his arm running along Greg’s back, rubbing soft circles into his skin.

“Have any sex dreams lately?”

“This is what’s keeping you up? Sex dreams?”

“Yeah. Have any?”

“I guess. I don’t know,” shrugged Nick.

“How could you not know?”

“Well, it’s very easy for my sex dreams to bleed into real life,” said Nick, kissing the top of Greg’s head.

“So, no freaky dreams?”

“Well, not unless you count all the ones where we end up having sex at a scene.”

Greg sat up, looking Nick in the eye. “They aren’t decomp scenes, are they?”

“No. My dreams don’t have decomps in them. Although there was that one with the lemons,” Nick trailed off.

“What one with lemons? I don’t know anything about sex lemons. I am missing out on lemon-y sex goodness. Tell me about the citrus fucking,” prodded Greg, moving to sit on Nick’s chest.

“Well,” said Nick, resting his hands on Greg’s hips, “I don’t remember much, just that you came from a decomp, and we ended up in the shower and you tasted like lemons. It was...succulent.”

Greg leaned down, kissing him softly. “Mmm, sounds wonderful. Now I want to try it. Well, without the decomp part. That part we don’t need.”

“Good plan.” Nick brought Greg down to him, losing himself in another slow kiss. “So what had you thinking about sex dreams? Well, besides my obvious virility that is so great that you can’t deal with it consciously, so it leaks into your subconscious, causing you to have amazing sex dreams.”

“Ha. Aren’t you funny?” said Greg, tweaking one of Nick’s nipples. “Just something that happened to me today on the case. Got me thinking about my sex dreams. I have a lot of weird ones.”

“Define weird.”

“There’s one where we’re fucking on Ecklie’s desk and then Sherlock Holmes walks in and tells me I have to go look for a soda bottle.”

“Yeah, that goes in the weird category.”

“Then there’s this one where we’re having sex and Sara’s telling us what to do. She was very specific.”

“She participate?” asked Nick.

“No. Why? Afraid that in my dreams your obvious virility is challenged by Sara?”

“My obvious virility is so obvious that I know nothing can challenge it.”

“You are so weird,” smiled Greg.

“You’re the one who woke me up to talk about sex dreams.”

“Yeah, but I make weird look cute. You just make it look…weird.”

“Too bad you love me so much.”

“Yeah, too bad about that,” murmured Greg, against Nick’s mouth as he stretched out against Nick’s body again. He rolled onto his back, bringing Nick on top of him, cupping his ass, grinding their hips together. “Feel like demonstrating that obvious virility of yours?”