Ben And Jerry have a lot to answer for!
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nickngregTitle: Ben And Jerry have a lot to answer for!
Rating: R
Summary: Just some pointless ice cream teasing
Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Greg, Ben or Jerry.
Greg skimmed the edge of his spoon over the virgin surface of the ice cream. His mouth opened slowly exposing the tip of a moist pink tongue between his white teeth. Bringing the spoon to his lips, he closed his eyes, anticipating the cold creamy texture. He swallowed and pulled the spoon out again, licking it clean with one long lap. The spoon went back into the tub for another serving and he repeated his actions.
Nick had been heading for the break room to get a coffee but found himself frozen outside the room, his hand still on the doorknob. He had a clear view of his friend through the glass, but Greg had given no indication that he knew he was being watched. Instead, he continued to enjoy his ice cream, obviously not realising the effects he was having on the Texan.
The ice cream was beginning to melt in the heat of the Vegas afternoon, and as Greg went to take another mouthful a large dollop slid off the spoon and landed on his left hand which was holding the tub. He balanced the tub precariously on his knees and brought his hand up to his mouth. Instead of simply licking it off, he opened his lips wide and took the area of skin into his mouth, sucking the creamy liquid.
Nick could feel himself harden as he watched the seemingly innocent yet wildly erotic scene play out in front of him . He prayed no one would walk past and see him standing here with a major hard on tenting his blue jeans, watching his co-worker eating Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra. “No one should look that fucking hot eating ice cream.” he thought to himself as he adjusted his pants and pulled his white t-shirt loose to cover his crotch, glad that he was just out of shot of the security cameras and everyone else was still out on a case.
Suddenly Greg looked up and saw his friend standing there, leaving him no choice but to enter, hoping his camouflage job was effective enough. “Hey G’, what’s up?” he said in an attempt to appear natural. “Great choice of words Nick!” he mentally scolded himself. He sat down on the seat opposite the young CSI and placed a magazine in his lap, hoping it looked like a casual act.
Greg seemed blissfully unaware of the effect he was having on Nick’s groin, as he continued to savour the sweet dessert. “Just grabbing a snack before I head home.” He smiled and waved the spoon at Nick’s face. “Want some?”
Figuring he could do with a little cooling down, he nodded and Greg scooped up a generous serving of ice cream, making sure he got a large portion of the sticky caramel core. Nick raised his hand to take the spoon but Greg had already brought it to his own lips and noisily slurped it up.
Nick’s forehead creased, puzzled. He leaned forward to say something and the magazine fell to the floor, exposing the bulge that he’d tried desperately to hide. Suddenly Greg was in front of him, hands on his thighs, face only inches away. He closed the gap and touched their lips together, slipping the ice cream from his own mouth and into the hot chasm of Nick‘s. He tasted sweet and sticky and the ice cream melted messily between them, droplets running down over their chins and on to their shirts.
Greg shifted so he was sitting in Nick’s lap, his erection trying to tear through the denim of his jeans, prodding Nick’s abdomen insistently. They continued to kiss as Greg moved his hands underneath the white t-shirt to explore the hard muscles that rippled under his touch. When he felt nails scraping across his chest he gasped in pleasure but abruptly broke their union and grabbed Greg by the shoulders, pushing him back to look at him. “Why….. What are we doing?” he said breathlessly.
Greg wiped the remnants of caramel off Nick’s chin with the pad of his thumb and smirked. “I thought you liked ice cream.” he whispered seductively. “Or do you just like watching me eat it?”
Nick blushed a deep red. “You knew I was out there? For how long?”
“Long enough. In case you were wondering, I don’t normally eat ice cream like I’m giving a blow job.” Nick’s mouth dropped open in a perfect ‘O’ and Greg stood up, smiling at his friend’s naivety. It only made him even more adorable. “Do you want to come to my place and we can finish what we started?”
Nick nodded dumbly, still thinking that he must have slipped into some parallel universe where things like this actually happened.
“Great, you can follow me in your car. I’ll just have to make a quick stop first though.”
Nick groaned. He didn’t want to stop *anywhere* until they were at Greg’s apartment, finally doing what he had dreamed about for years. Greg pulled him up by the belt loops and kissed him again, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Don’t worry, we’re only stopping for ice cream.”
TBC?
Rating: R
Summary: Just some pointless ice cream teasing
Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Greg, Ben or Jerry.
Greg skimmed the edge of his spoon over the virgin surface of the ice cream. His mouth opened slowly exposing the tip of a moist pink tongue between his white teeth. Bringing the spoon to his lips, he closed his eyes, anticipating the cold creamy texture. He swallowed and pulled the spoon out again, licking it clean with one long lap. The spoon went back into the tub for another serving and he repeated his actions.
Nick had been heading for the break room to get a coffee but found himself frozen outside the room, his hand still on the doorknob. He had a clear view of his friend through the glass, but Greg had given no indication that he knew he was being watched. Instead, he continued to enjoy his ice cream, obviously not realising the effects he was having on the Texan.
The ice cream was beginning to melt in the heat of the Vegas afternoon, and as Greg went to take another mouthful a large dollop slid off the spoon and landed on his left hand which was holding the tub. He balanced the tub precariously on his knees and brought his hand up to his mouth. Instead of simply licking it off, he opened his lips wide and took the area of skin into his mouth, sucking the creamy liquid.
Nick could feel himself harden as he watched the seemingly innocent yet wildly erotic scene play out in front of him . He prayed no one would walk past and see him standing here with a major hard on tenting his blue jeans, watching his co-worker eating Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra. “No one should look that fucking hot eating ice cream.” he thought to himself as he adjusted his pants and pulled his white t-shirt loose to cover his crotch, glad that he was just out of shot of the security cameras and everyone else was still out on a case.
Suddenly Greg looked up and saw his friend standing there, leaving him no choice but to enter, hoping his camouflage job was effective enough. “Hey G’, what’s up?” he said in an attempt to appear natural. “Great choice of words Nick!” he mentally scolded himself. He sat down on the seat opposite the young CSI and placed a magazine in his lap, hoping it looked like a casual act.
Greg seemed blissfully unaware of the effect he was having on Nick’s groin, as he continued to savour the sweet dessert. “Just grabbing a snack before I head home.” He smiled and waved the spoon at Nick’s face. “Want some?”
Figuring he could do with a little cooling down, he nodded and Greg scooped up a generous serving of ice cream, making sure he got a large portion of the sticky caramel core. Nick raised his hand to take the spoon but Greg had already brought it to his own lips and noisily slurped it up.
Nick’s forehead creased, puzzled. He leaned forward to say something and the magazine fell to the floor, exposing the bulge that he’d tried desperately to hide. Suddenly Greg was in front of him, hands on his thighs, face only inches away. He closed the gap and touched their lips together, slipping the ice cream from his own mouth and into the hot chasm of Nick‘s. He tasted sweet and sticky and the ice cream melted messily between them, droplets running down over their chins and on to their shirts.
Greg shifted so he was sitting in Nick’s lap, his erection trying to tear through the denim of his jeans, prodding Nick’s abdomen insistently. They continued to kiss as Greg moved his hands underneath the white t-shirt to explore the hard muscles that rippled under his touch. When he felt nails scraping across his chest he gasped in pleasure but abruptly broke their union and grabbed Greg by the shoulders, pushing him back to look at him. “Why….. What are we doing?” he said breathlessly.
Greg wiped the remnants of caramel off Nick’s chin with the pad of his thumb and smirked. “I thought you liked ice cream.” he whispered seductively. “Or do you just like watching me eat it?”
Nick blushed a deep red. “You knew I was out there? For how long?”
“Long enough. In case you were wondering, I don’t normally eat ice cream like I’m giving a blow job.” Nick’s mouth dropped open in a perfect ‘O’ and Greg stood up, smiling at his friend’s naivety. It only made him even more adorable. “Do you want to come to my place and we can finish what we started?”
Nick nodded dumbly, still thinking that he must have slipped into some parallel universe where things like this actually happened.
“Great, you can follow me in your car. I’ll just have to make a quick stop first though.”
Nick groaned. He didn’t want to stop *anywhere* until they were at Greg’s apartment, finally doing what he had dreamed about for years. Greg pulled him up by the belt loops and kissed him again, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Don’t worry, we’re only stopping for ice cream.”
TBC?
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