Nick/Greg fic - Surf's Up 1/1
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nickngregTitle: Surf’s Up
Author: Jeff (flipflopadd1ct)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Episode: 209 And Then There Were None
Summary: Nick, Greg, and surfing. (Response to the 2nd![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
csi_missing_500 challenge)
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you Charisma!!!
X-posted!
Surf’s Up 1/1
The sun shone overhead, heating the afternoon air to an almost unbearable point. Despite the heat, there were people everywhere – playing volleyball, swimming, tanning...
And surfing.
Greg cut through the waves with ease. Growing up in southern California, he was at home in the water. He had learned to surf fairly young. He was around six or seven the first time he climbed on a board and instantly, he knew he was in love. It wasn’t a career, it was a hobby. Sometimes Greg would enter in an amateur competition for fun. He even won a few. His career lead him to Las Vegas, three hundred miles from the nearest beach, which prevented him from enjoying surfing as much as staying in Cali would have let him. But that made each random trip to the ocean that much better.
A wave caught him by surprise and he hit the sand hard. Greg stood up, grinning, and walked back to shore. He hadn’t wiped out in a while. That felt good.
Nick, who was stretched out on a towel, tossed Greg a beer after he stuck his surfboard in the sand and sat down on his towel. He shook his head like a dog, the wet hair sending drops everywhere. His hair had turned darker from the water and he was wearing just a pair of brightly-colored Billabong board shorts.
“You looked pretty good out there,” Nick commented. His eyes travelled down Greg’s body as he spoke. Tan, sun-kissed skin looked frickin’ sexy on him.
“Dude, I rip.” Greg laughed when Nick rolled his eyes, then took a drink of his beer. “The water’s fine. Come out with me.”
“I like working on my tan.”
The younger man arched an eyebrow. “Nicky, trust me, you don’t need a tan.”
Nick tried a different angle. “I’ve never surfed before.”
“You’ve got the greatest teacher in the world sitting right next to you, if you really wanted to learn.” A hint of whine appeared in Greg’s voice. “Come on, Nick, it’ll be fun.”
The Texan groaned as he stood up, leaving his comfortable spot behind. Greg, having won, jumped up and ran down to the water’s edge. Nick stuck a toe into the white foam. It was cold, but it felt good against the summer heat.
Greg playfully splashed Nick’s chest and he jumped. “Greg!” he shouted with fake anger. He splashed him back – not that it did anything, because Greg was already soaked. A sudden wave came and knocked Nick under.
Nick stood up quickly, sopping wet. It was one of the hottest things Greg had ever seen.
Greg wrapped his arms around Nick and kissed him as best he could. Ignoring the crowded beach, they got lost in the moment.
Nick woke suddenly, breathing heavily. The beach was gone, replaced by the lonely darkness of his stifling hot bedroom. He was uncomfortably hard and horny and sweating, his thin boxers sticking to his skin.
Damn. Greg would make one hot surfer.
A/N: He really *would* make a hot surfer. Rawrrr.
Author: Jeff (flipflopadd1ct)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Episode: 209 And Then There Were None
Summary: Nick, Greg, and surfing. (Response to the 2nd
csi_missing_500 challenge)Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you Charisma!!!
X-posted!
Surf’s Up 1/1
The sun shone overhead, heating the afternoon air to an almost unbearable point. Despite the heat, there were people everywhere – playing volleyball, swimming, tanning...
And surfing.
Greg cut through the waves with ease. Growing up in southern California, he was at home in the water. He had learned to surf fairly young. He was around six or seven the first time he climbed on a board and instantly, he knew he was in love. It wasn’t a career, it was a hobby. Sometimes Greg would enter in an amateur competition for fun. He even won a few. His career lead him to Las Vegas, three hundred miles from the nearest beach, which prevented him from enjoying surfing as much as staying in Cali would have let him. But that made each random trip to the ocean that much better.
A wave caught him by surprise and he hit the sand hard. Greg stood up, grinning, and walked back to shore. He hadn’t wiped out in a while. That felt good.
Nick, who was stretched out on a towel, tossed Greg a beer after he stuck his surfboard in the sand and sat down on his towel. He shook his head like a dog, the wet hair sending drops everywhere. His hair had turned darker from the water and he was wearing just a pair of brightly-colored Billabong board shorts.
“You looked pretty good out there,” Nick commented. His eyes travelled down Greg’s body as he spoke. Tan, sun-kissed skin looked frickin’ sexy on him.
“Dude, I rip.” Greg laughed when Nick rolled his eyes, then took a drink of his beer. “The water’s fine. Come out with me.”
“I like working on my tan.”
The younger man arched an eyebrow. “Nicky, trust me, you don’t need a tan.”
Nick tried a different angle. “I’ve never surfed before.”
“You’ve got the greatest teacher in the world sitting right next to you, if you really wanted to learn.” A hint of whine appeared in Greg’s voice. “Come on, Nick, it’ll be fun.”
The Texan groaned as he stood up, leaving his comfortable spot behind. Greg, having won, jumped up and ran down to the water’s edge. Nick stuck a toe into the white foam. It was cold, but it felt good against the summer heat.
Greg playfully splashed Nick’s chest and he jumped. “Greg!” he shouted with fake anger. He splashed him back – not that it did anything, because Greg was already soaked. A sudden wave came and knocked Nick under.
Nick stood up quickly, sopping wet. It was one of the hottest things Greg had ever seen.
Greg wrapped his arms around Nick and kissed him as best he could. Ignoring the crowded beach, they got lost in the moment.
Nick woke suddenly, breathing heavily. The beach was gone, replaced by the lonely darkness of his stifling hot bedroom. He was uncomfortably hard and horny and sweating, his thin boxers sticking to his skin.
Damn. Greg would make one hot surfer.
A/N: He really *would* make a hot surfer. Rawrrr.
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Date: 2005-06-14 11:33 pm (UTC)*Hates his stupid, sheltered life*
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Date: 2005-06-15 01:19 am (UTC)Lovely stuff!
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Date: 2005-06-15 03:23 pm (UTC)When I said "Thank you Charisma!!!" I was talking about someone I met at TalkCSI who's name is Charisma and gave me the title for this. Is your name Charisma too?! If so, then that's so cool!
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