Another fic from me...
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nickngregTitle: Come Go With Me
Author: stugal
Part: 1 of 2
Rating: 1st part is PG13, 2nd will be NC17.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I just write it.
A/N: This is my second stab at this whole slash fiction thing. This was orginally going to be a one shot deal, but I decided to break it up into two parts. Oh, and I "borrowed" the title from some Expose song.
Greg was tying one of his green Converse sneakers in the CSI locker room when a flash of something golden-tan and white was caught by his peripheral vision. He turned to look and saw Nick at his locker, with a short white towel that surely would have gotten him arrested for indecent exposure, had he been in public.
“Nick?” Greg asked, his mouth starting to turn dry. Sure, he had haphazardly stolen a couple of glances at the toned Texan before, but that was when he was wearing a lab coat, or that damn sexy CSI vest of his. But this, this was a whole new dimension of hot. “What, uh…what are you doing?”
“I left my deodorant in here somewhere and I can’t find it.” Nick never even bothered to turn around and acknowledge the younger CSI as he rummaged through his locker. Which, at the moment, suited Greg just fine. It gave him a chance to gaze at the water droplets that clung to Nick’s neck then cascaded down his back, leaving lazy water patterns that were then absorbed into the thin cotton of his towel. “Ah! Here it is.” Upon his eureka moment of finding the missing item, he finally turned around to face Greg.
Greg didn’t mean for it to happen. In fact, he was mentally fighting for control over his body. But when Nick turned around and Greg saw that his towel was not fully enclosed around his waist and a smidgen of dark, coarse hair was hiding in the shadows beneath the linen, Greg’s body heated up and he was no longer in control. Shifting uncomfortably on the wooden bench, Greg tried to remain cool, but his fidgetiness was not lost on Nick.
“Hey G, you feeling alright?” Nick knew something was up, that much was evident from the protruding fabric in Greg’s charcoal striped dress pants.
“Oh, yeah…fine.” Greg gulped and Nick watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He found the motion hypnotizing.
“You sure?” Nick asked as he raised both of his eyebrows. Greg stood up and faced his own locker, hoping the action would temporarily distract him. Nick walked up behind Greg and stood close enough to him that he felt Greg shudder at the motion. “ ‘Cause Greg, you look a little uncomfortable…you uh…” he paused for a moment, wanting to get the right effect. “You’d tell me if something was ‘up’, right?” Nick was tired of the casual flirting and extended glances that they were both guilty of. Before now, Nick wasn’t sure what it all meant, but there was no mistaking either of their responses in this situation. Greg turned back around and when he did, Nick made sure that his upper thigh grazed the growing erection Greg was obviously trying to hide and was failing miserably at.
“Nick, don’t.” Greg breathed out. Nick drew back a couple of steps. Surely he wasn’t misreading anything… was he? Greg saw the hesitant look in Nick’s eyes and then he realized that Nick had misinterpreted him. Greg brought his hand and dipped his index and middle fingers under the hem of his towel and smirked up at Nick. “Don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing. Not at work.”
Nick winked back at the younger, spiky-haired man and leaned in to whisper, “Well, lucky for you Greggo, I’m off for the rest of the day. I just got off from pulling a double and I finished up the Hants case. So I’m game if you are.”
Greg looked up at him with that lopsided little grin of his that Nick both loved and hated. Greg only had one question for him. “Your place or mine?”
Author: stugal
Part: 1 of 2
Rating: 1st part is PG13, 2nd will be NC17.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I just write it.
A/N: This is my second stab at this whole slash fiction thing. This was orginally going to be a one shot deal, but I decided to break it up into two parts. Oh, and I "borrowed" the title from some Expose song.
Greg was tying one of his green Converse sneakers in the CSI locker room when a flash of something golden-tan and white was caught by his peripheral vision. He turned to look and saw Nick at his locker, with a short white towel that surely would have gotten him arrested for indecent exposure, had he been in public.
“Nick?” Greg asked, his mouth starting to turn dry. Sure, he had haphazardly stolen a couple of glances at the toned Texan before, but that was when he was wearing a lab coat, or that damn sexy CSI vest of his. But this, this was a whole new dimension of hot. “What, uh…what are you doing?”
“I left my deodorant in here somewhere and I can’t find it.” Nick never even bothered to turn around and acknowledge the younger CSI as he rummaged through his locker. Which, at the moment, suited Greg just fine. It gave him a chance to gaze at the water droplets that clung to Nick’s neck then cascaded down his back, leaving lazy water patterns that were then absorbed into the thin cotton of his towel. “Ah! Here it is.” Upon his eureka moment of finding the missing item, he finally turned around to face Greg.
Greg didn’t mean for it to happen. In fact, he was mentally fighting for control over his body. But when Nick turned around and Greg saw that his towel was not fully enclosed around his waist and a smidgen of dark, coarse hair was hiding in the shadows beneath the linen, Greg’s body heated up and he was no longer in control. Shifting uncomfortably on the wooden bench, Greg tried to remain cool, but his fidgetiness was not lost on Nick.
“Hey G, you feeling alright?” Nick knew something was up, that much was evident from the protruding fabric in Greg’s charcoal striped dress pants.
“Oh, yeah…fine.” Greg gulped and Nick watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He found the motion hypnotizing.
“You sure?” Nick asked as he raised both of his eyebrows. Greg stood up and faced his own locker, hoping the action would temporarily distract him. Nick walked up behind Greg and stood close enough to him that he felt Greg shudder at the motion. “ ‘Cause Greg, you look a little uncomfortable…you uh…” he paused for a moment, wanting to get the right effect. “You’d tell me if something was ‘up’, right?” Nick was tired of the casual flirting and extended glances that they were both guilty of. Before now, Nick wasn’t sure what it all meant, but there was no mistaking either of their responses in this situation. Greg turned back around and when he did, Nick made sure that his upper thigh grazed the growing erection Greg was obviously trying to hide and was failing miserably at.
“Nick, don’t.” Greg breathed out. Nick drew back a couple of steps. Surely he wasn’t misreading anything… was he? Greg saw the hesitant look in Nick’s eyes and then he realized that Nick had misinterpreted him. Greg brought his hand and dipped his index and middle fingers under the hem of his towel and smirked up at Nick. “Don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing. Not at work.”
Nick winked back at the younger, spiky-haired man and leaned in to whisper, “Well, lucky for you Greggo, I’m off for the rest of the day. I just got off from pulling a double and I finished up the Hants case. So I’m game if you are.”
Greg looked up at him with that lopsided little grin of his that Nick both loved and hated. Greg only had one question for him. “Your place or mine?”
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Date: 2005-06-20 02:23 am (UTC)Freshly showered, nothing but a towel Nick. If only..
I absolutely love it and I can't wait for the next part!
Thanks for sharing!
:)
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Date: 2005-06-20 04:49 am (UTC)Prime setting for smut! Can't wait for the second part :-)
XOX
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Date: 2005-06-20 05:51 am (UTC)*wipes drool off keyboard*
Wet nearly nekkid Nick, oh my. I join Greg in gaping and staring because damn.</>
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Date: 2005-06-20 12:47 pm (UTC)ctx :D
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Date: 2005-06-22 03:33 am (UTC)I can not wait for the next part! I'm sure it'll be hot!!!