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Title: Fuckin' Tease (Working Title)
Challenge: 10 Masturbation
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Only some dialouge from Caged
Summary: "I thought you hid your porn in there."
A/N: The dialogue in the first part of this is taken DIRECTLY from 207 Caged. I don't own it.
X-posted.
Fuckin' Tease 1/?
“You ever seen Attack of the Killer Tomatoes?”
Nick arched an eyebrow at Greg, who was holding the test results in his hands. He decided not to let Greg know that yes, he has seen Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.
“’Cause there’s something in the victim’s blood that looks like one of the heirlooms,” Greg finished.
“Well, it’s not pulling a spectra. It’s not a chemical,” Nick said.
“No, it’s a large, ugly, globular mass. You know, it’s probably a protein ‘cause it’s the largest mass of anything in the body…except organs, of course.”
“But it’s foreign. How did it get there?”
“Cart before the horse, Nick. First you identify it, then you figure out where it came from.”
Greg wandered over to the book shelf and decided on a thick book. “What the hell…” he whispered. As he leafed through the pages, he noticed with horror that his magazines were gone! He needed those magazines!
“I always thought you kept your porn in there,” Nick said casually.
Greg felt the blushing start on his cheeks and he conjured up the best excuse he could think of. “I, uh, move it around.” Good one, Sanders. Quickly wanting to change the subject, he added, “Okay, now this is a 66-kilodalton protein…”
~
Nick was grinning to himself the entire time he worked with Greg, even through the brief ricin scare. Earlier that day, Nick had sneaked into Greg’s lab and stolen his precious magazines while he was out of the room. He knew they were there; he had seen them before. Nick quickly stuffed them inside a shirt in his locker.
Greg was probably pissing himself. Probably thought Grissom or somebody found them. Even worse, he was pretty sure it was all gay porn. Nick’s suspicions about Greg were true. Later, as he passed the DNA lab, Nick saw Greg desperately ripping apart the lab. Nick knew exactly what he was desperately trying to find. Nick couldn’t resist teasing Greg.
“What happened in here?” Nick asked, leaning in the door, a broad smile on his face.
Greg turned too quickly. He looked both embarrassed and annoyed. “Uh, nothing. Just looking for something.”
“Need any help?”
“No! I mean, no. No, I’m fine. See you tomorrow, Nick.” With that, Greg shut the door to the lab closed and resumed his frantic search.
Nick chuckled on his way to the locker room. He packed the shirt-and-porn bundle inside his bag and was almost to the parking lot when he was stopped by Warrick.
“Nicky! Cath and I are doing breakfast after shift, wanna come?”
“Nah, sorry ‘Rick. Got something else to do.”
“Your loss, man!”
Nick laughed and waved “good-bye” as he hopped into his truck. As he drove, he resisted the temptation to peek inside at Greg’s magazines. Those would have to wait.
~
Nick stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, his usual bedtime attire. As he began to climb under the covers, he remembered the magazines still rolled up inside his shirt. He found the bundle in the kitchen and brought it back to his room.
He tossed the shirt in the hamper and started flipping through the mags. Sure enough, they were all gay porn. Hardcore gay porn. They were full of young 20-somethings with impressive cocks masturbating or getting sucked off or fucked by another well-built man. The more Nick looked at the magazines, the more aroused Nick got.
His cock was pressed against his leg, sticking out of his boxers and almost at full length, begging to be touched. He dropped a hand to run along the throbbing length as he searched through the magazines more slowly.
He stopped at one of the more worn pages. It looked like it had been handled a lot more frequently than the others: the edges were ripped and Nick thought he could pick out a small stain in the corner. Nick gasped as he looked at the photo.
It filled up the page. The guy looked to be in his early 20’s, fit, and…gorgeous. That was the only word Nick could think of to describe him. He had dark brown hair and eyes and was leaning against a cop car, his hat perching on a finger, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He was shirtless, revealing a muscular chest, but his dark pants were open, exposing a long, thick cock that he was gripping with a free hand.
Nick swallowed as he realized this man looked almost exactly like him. They could pass for twins. The next page showed the same cop with both hands splayed out on the car and an expression of pure ecstasy on his face as another cop, kneeling at his feet, sucked him off.
Nick felt strangely excited that Greg jacked off while looking at this page. His cock was now fully hard, threatening to tear a hole in the flimsy boxers. He stripped off his shirt and yanked his boxers down, wrapped his free hand around his cock. He started looking at the other pictures, bucking in surprise when he found a picture that looked a lot like Greg.
Nick stroked faster, breathed louder, thrusted hard as his mind flashed images of Greg jacking off just like he was, collapsing onto his bed after a long shift to whip the magazine out and losing himself in fantasies. He imagined he was stroking Greg, it was Greg’s hand on his cock.
The room was hot, the air oppressive, thick. Nick knew he was being loud, but not caring, just wanting to dissolve into pleasure. He moaned loudly, a traveling finger playing with his ass. He rubbed against his hole, slowly pushing in, and when he did he shouted Greg’s name and came into his hand and all over the sheets.
As his breathing slowed down, and he fell into the hands of sleep, a seductive plan began to form in his mind…
A/N: Next time, we can learn more about Greg's cop fetish ;)
A/N 2: If anyone has a better title idea, I'd love to hear it!
ngchallenge challenge!Title: Fuckin' Tease (Working Title)
Challenge: 10 Masturbation
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Only some dialouge from Caged
Summary: "I thought you hid your porn in there."
A/N: The dialogue in the first part of this is taken DIRECTLY from 207 Caged. I don't own it.
X-posted.
Fuckin' Tease 1/?
“You ever seen Attack of the Killer Tomatoes?”
Nick arched an eyebrow at Greg, who was holding the test results in his hands. He decided not to let Greg know that yes, he has seen Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.
“’Cause there’s something in the victim’s blood that looks like one of the heirlooms,” Greg finished.
“Well, it’s not pulling a spectra. It’s not a chemical,” Nick said.
“No, it’s a large, ugly, globular mass. You know, it’s probably a protein ‘cause it’s the largest mass of anything in the body…except organs, of course.”
“But it’s foreign. How did it get there?”
“Cart before the horse, Nick. First you identify it, then you figure out where it came from.”
Greg wandered over to the book shelf and decided on a thick book. “What the hell…” he whispered. As he leafed through the pages, he noticed with horror that his magazines were gone! He needed those magazines!
“I always thought you kept your porn in there,” Nick said casually.
Greg felt the blushing start on his cheeks and he conjured up the best excuse he could think of. “I, uh, move it around.” Good one, Sanders. Quickly wanting to change the subject, he added, “Okay, now this is a 66-kilodalton protein…”
~
Nick was grinning to himself the entire time he worked with Greg, even through the brief ricin scare. Earlier that day, Nick had sneaked into Greg’s lab and stolen his precious magazines while he was out of the room. He knew they were there; he had seen them before. Nick quickly stuffed them inside a shirt in his locker.
Greg was probably pissing himself. Probably thought Grissom or somebody found them. Even worse, he was pretty sure it was all gay porn. Nick’s suspicions about Greg were true. Later, as he passed the DNA lab, Nick saw Greg desperately ripping apart the lab. Nick knew exactly what he was desperately trying to find. Nick couldn’t resist teasing Greg.
“What happened in here?” Nick asked, leaning in the door, a broad smile on his face.
Greg turned too quickly. He looked both embarrassed and annoyed. “Uh, nothing. Just looking for something.”
“Need any help?”
“No! I mean, no. No, I’m fine. See you tomorrow, Nick.” With that, Greg shut the door to the lab closed and resumed his frantic search.
Nick chuckled on his way to the locker room. He packed the shirt-and-porn bundle inside his bag and was almost to the parking lot when he was stopped by Warrick.
“Nicky! Cath and I are doing breakfast after shift, wanna come?”
“Nah, sorry ‘Rick. Got something else to do.”
“Your loss, man!”
Nick laughed and waved “good-bye” as he hopped into his truck. As he drove, he resisted the temptation to peek inside at Greg’s magazines. Those would have to wait.
~
Nick stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, his usual bedtime attire. As he began to climb under the covers, he remembered the magazines still rolled up inside his shirt. He found the bundle in the kitchen and brought it back to his room.
He tossed the shirt in the hamper and started flipping through the mags. Sure enough, they were all gay porn. Hardcore gay porn. They were full of young 20-somethings with impressive cocks masturbating or getting sucked off or fucked by another well-built man. The more Nick looked at the magazines, the more aroused Nick got.
His cock was pressed against his leg, sticking out of his boxers and almost at full length, begging to be touched. He dropped a hand to run along the throbbing length as he searched through the magazines more slowly.
He stopped at one of the more worn pages. It looked like it had been handled a lot more frequently than the others: the edges were ripped and Nick thought he could pick out a small stain in the corner. Nick gasped as he looked at the photo.
It filled up the page. The guy looked to be in his early 20’s, fit, and…gorgeous. That was the only word Nick could think of to describe him. He had dark brown hair and eyes and was leaning against a cop car, his hat perching on a finger, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He was shirtless, revealing a muscular chest, but his dark pants were open, exposing a long, thick cock that he was gripping with a free hand.
Nick swallowed as he realized this man looked almost exactly like him. They could pass for twins. The next page showed the same cop with both hands splayed out on the car and an expression of pure ecstasy on his face as another cop, kneeling at his feet, sucked him off.
Nick felt strangely excited that Greg jacked off while looking at this page. His cock was now fully hard, threatening to tear a hole in the flimsy boxers. He stripped off his shirt and yanked his boxers down, wrapped his free hand around his cock. He started looking at the other pictures, bucking in surprise when he found a picture that looked a lot like Greg.
Nick stroked faster, breathed louder, thrusted hard as his mind flashed images of Greg jacking off just like he was, collapsing onto his bed after a long shift to whip the magazine out and losing himself in fantasies. He imagined he was stroking Greg, it was Greg’s hand on his cock.
The room was hot, the air oppressive, thick. Nick knew he was being loud, but not caring, just wanting to dissolve into pleasure. He moaned loudly, a traveling finger playing with his ass. He rubbed against his hole, slowly pushing in, and when he did he shouted Greg’s name and came into his hand and all over the sheets.
As his breathing slowed down, and he fell into the hands of sleep, a seductive plan began to form in his mind…
A/N: Next time, we can learn more about Greg's cop fetish ;)
A/N 2: If anyone has a better title idea, I'd love to hear it!
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