Chatrooms are the best

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Yeah, this is what happens when you get five people in a chatroom and nothing to talk about. Enjoy!

Title: Untitled Crack!fic
Authors: quettaser, squara, flipflopadd1ct, 0creativity, and saebuffyboy
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Nick/Greg (obviously) and some light Ecklie/Hodges
Summary: A round robin story that quickly devolved to porn.

Once upon a Vegas evening, Nick and Greg were making out on a shady park bench. They were going at it pretty hot and heavy, seeing as how the bench was hidden by bushes, and they were pretty much alone. Just as Nick was reaching his hand under the waistband of Greg’s jeans, they heard a giggle from the bushes.

            Nick’s head snapped back and Conrad Ecklie emerged from the bushes, a self-satisfied smirk firmly in place. Greg fell off the bench in surprise and tried to fix his jeans.

            “Well, well, well,” said Ecklie, “if it isn’t two of my favorite CSIs.”

            “Hey, Ecklie,” said Nick, nervously, “we were just discussing some new clues that have come up in our case.”

            “You’re one to talk!” Greg blurted.

            Ecklie fiddled with his tie, eyes nervously jumping around, “I have no idea what you are referring to.”

            “I am referring to the clue in your pants that tells me you were enjoying your spying a little too much,” Greg said, trying to avert his eyes from the horror of Ecklie’s crotch.

            “Oh, don’t flatter yourselves, boys.”

            That’s when Hodges appeared next to Ecklie, one hand on a video camera and the other…well, that’s just too gross to say.

            “Hodges?” gasped Nick and Greg at the same time, both nearly falling off the bench in shock.

            “Anyone up for the real Hodges experience?” said Hodges as he sat down the video camera to use both of his hands.

            Ecklie all but forgot about Nick and Greg, who had resumed their making out, as he turned his full attention to Hodges and those wonderfully delicious hands. Nick and Greg took this opportunity to get the hell away, but they made sure they grabbed the camera in order to destroy the tape.

            The next day at work, neither could look Ecklie or Hodges in the eye, but they all noticed the small smirk on Ecklie’s face and this willingness to pay for overtime. Also, it seemed off that Nick and Greg no gagged every time they had to watch Hodge’s hands as he processed their evidence.

            As Greg was tying his shoes in the locker room, ready to head home after a very hard day at work, Ecklie walking in and slid a note in Hodge’s locker. Greg, noticing the note wasn’t pushed too far in, grabbed the note as soon as Ecklie was gone and hurried to show it to Nick. The note said:

            Dear Hodgie-poo, quick save last night, you distracted them from our true plan. I will be waiting for you at home in those little yellow bikini briefs you love so much. PS: What was up with last night? Your mom was a better lay.

            Greg made sure to accidentally slip the note into the copy machine and post it all over the lab. Consequently, he was put on every decomp case that came into the lab for the next three months. But that was okay, since having Nick bathe his naked body in lemon juice was a small price to pay for the humiliation of Ecklie.

            “I think that was the smartest thing you’ve ever done, G,” Nick whispered against his skin after a particularly eventful shower. Nick started kissing his way down Greg’s chest and rubbing his growing erection against Greg’s thigh.

            “Actually, I think the smartest thing I’ve ever done was buying condoms and lube at Sam’s Club,” said Greg, holding Nick’s head against his chest and rubbing his thigh against Nick’s cock.

“Yes, buying in bulk is always helpful,” said Nick as he gently bit Greg’s nipple.

“But we might have to make another stop tomorrow morning anyway.”

            “Less talking,” Nick muttered as he suddenly bent down and took as much of Greg’s cock in his mouth as he could.

            “Okay, no talking,” gasped Greg, as Nick swallowed around him, flicking his tongue along the underside of his length. Nick began to slowly run his tongue down Greg’s cock, tasting lemons and that unmistakable flavor that was uniquely Greg.

            Greg’s hips bucked involuntarily, but Nick’s strong hands kept him pinned firmly against the wall. Nick pulled off Greg’s length long enough to shake a finger at the man panting against the wall.

            Greg couldn’t speak, he only nodded and nudged Nick back towards his cock. Nick smiled, eyes lock with Greg’s as his tongue darted out, just teasing the head.

            Greg moaned and pushed Nick’s head farther down. Nick began to work his expert mouth up and down Greg’s cock, being sure to use just a little bit of his teeth, the way Greg liked it.

            Greg was getting close, and as his hips thrust more erratically, Nick gave in and let Greg fuck his mouth. Greg surrendered to the pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as he slid in and out of Nick’s hot, wet mouth.

            Nick reached down and started stroking himself as Greg continued to fuck his mouth.

            “Don’t,” Greg muttered, barely able to form complete words, “don’t swallow when I-I-I-” He temporailly lost his train of thought as he noticed Nick was fucking his own hand while Greg fucked his mouth, “when I come, I wanna taste.”

            Nick groaned around Greg’s cock and started sucking harder, wanting Greg to come.       

            Greg grabbed at the back of Nick’s head, fingers curling tightly into his hair as he pressed forward with his hips, coming in to Nick’s waiting mouth.

            Nick couldn’t help himself, it was a reflex to swallow.

            Greg pulled Nick to his feet, smashing their mouths together and wrapping a hand around Nick’s still hard cock. He opened his mouth wide, sucking Nick’s tongue into his mouth, tasting himself, feeling Nick’s moan as he stroked his cock harder. Nick could feel himself growing closer, knew that with just a few more strokes, Greg would have something else to taste.

            Greg dropped to his knees just as Nick felt the tension building, and Greg slipped a finger into to him as his other hand stroked Nick’s cock.

            Nick wasn’t expecting the finger in his ass and came hard into Greg’s mouth, who gladly swallowed it all. Greg smiled as he stood up, pulling Nick in for another kiss.

            “Mmm, we need to have more showers like that,” Nick mumbled against Greg’s lips. “Only next time,” he muttered between kisses, “save a little taste for me.”

            Greg grinned, turning off the shower sprat and leading Nick towards the bedroom. “Well, I’ll try to find more incriminating evidence involving Ecklie,” said Greg, “but it’s your fault if I go blind.”

            Nick groaned as he collapsed onto the bed. “Never mention Ecklie in our bedroom again.”

Fin!