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nickngregAuthor: Exit Music
Title: Rhythm of Release
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R I guess.
Warnings: none
Spoilers: None
Summary: Music and adjectives. Enjoy.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
“And back again.”
Expelling a worded breath, he entered the apartment slowly. Slipping off only slightly uncomfortable shoes, bought more for their unnatural neon color and less for much needed arch support, his bare feet kissed the cool hardwood. Padding across the room he picked up a remote, clicking on music, sweet and airy relief. Draping a sore frame against his gleaming apple red recliner, his lids drooped as she sang him asleep, floating high over the twinge of muscles and worn skin.
Love, love is a verb…love is a doing word…
Senses hazed over by exhaustion, he heard only the drop of the keys on the table. Zippers sighed too lightly to be picked up, only realizing the tug of his jeans after chilled fingers graced his unfastened waistband. Soft wetness glided down his now half naked body, Nick whispered a love sound over Greg’s thigh. His diaphragm hitched as fingers traced up his torso, greeting moles with tiny circles. He wanted to move, shift weight off of a slept-on side, but a firm body braced him in position. Opening eyes discovered a wide smile shining back at him, welcoming him back to consciousness. Greg dissolved into him as silent I love yous were mouthed over cheekbones. Tilting his head, he captured a bottom lip with a gentle bite, Nick letting a small laugh escape. Taking in a kiss, he swept his tongue over Nick’s teeth, and traveled the insides. Pink, warm flesh pulling him further, taste buds firing like electrons as he recorded each taste, memorizing the day he could not share with the man he called his home.
Gentle impulsion…shakes me makes me lighter…
Strong arms steadied him as they walked the distance to the bed, pristine pale sheets shimmered, cooled by the hum and flow of air conditioning. Greg fell softly, pulling a snugly fit tee over spiked short hair. He looked up, noticing how swiftly Nick had discarded his own attire; abandoned slacks lay at his feet. He catalogued each exposed part with his hands, locking away minute details, savoring sleek tanned muscles with long fingers, gripping a bicep and pulling Nick down to pepper his face with kisses. As skin contacted skin, a deep shudder went over him, and it urged his mouth to further explore his partner’s. He knew the beauty of what the nude body possessed, and Nick stood most striking, angular trunk with steadfast branches. The velvet of rigid shaft in his grasp reminded him how much he craved this; hard flesh rubbing against his own told him how much he needed this. The day had given him a new furrow to his brow, which only Nick with comforting arms and unwavering embrace could remove.
on the fire of a confession… fearless on my breath…
He stretched out on the sheet, running digits over a firm backside, heat radiating from secret places. Feeling a slight nod of permission, Greg bathed a finger in between a wet kiss and entered him, Nick’s opening eased receptively. He moaned low at the intrusion, vibrating mumbles quaking his chest and sending little shocks down his spine. He massaged intensely, and in repetitive motions, Greg grazed the disc of nerves buried inside Nick. Short blasts of breath set his neck ablaze, and with every gasp he rolled his knuckles just a bit more. With pleading eyes Nick urged him on, and after quickly sheathing his dick, he sank inside, chest heaving with the instant shock of hot tight space. Nick steadied his legs straddling Greg as he began an even piston, clutching the bedspread. He watched as the body atop him rolled, waves touching the shore over and over, slow frustration building in his belly; a delayed fuse. He studied deep lines of concentration on Nick’s face, time scoring noticeable wrinkles around his eyes. He felt hypnotized, the moments stilling, and as the swelling turned it to a raging violet he wrapped his fingers around Nick, slowly at first, pumping into him, matching fist to thrust. Finding offset anchorage in the wing of his partner’s shoulder, he dug the free worried fingertips into flesh; half moons of red tattooing. He knew it could not last much longer, and it hurt to think about the separation to come. He trembled as Nick collapsed onto elbows, viciously matching the motions, pulling Greg in as deep as possible. A sense of desperation resonated as the last of his strength wore thin . He spotted the bright light ahead. Barreling down with seizing force a murder of screams flew out of his mouth, and with his last outcry, Nick followed suit. He shook as the glimmer of fluid danced along his ribcage, a pile of boneless love disintegrated on top of him. He nibbled lightly on flushed skin, and painted adorations across Nick’s ass with opal liquid. Stillness bathed him, and the pulse thudding against him rendered him overwhelmed. With Nick wrapped around him on all sides, he began to quietly sob, tears running horizontally down his temples. Nick stirred faintly, kissing eyelids and muttering sweetness. Greg calmed and drifted, he felt a dulcet purr emanating from Nick.
The stereo resounded with a faithful bass beat, and kept playing their song.
Lyrics are from Massive Attack’s Teardrop.
Title: Rhythm of Release
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R I guess.
Warnings: none
Spoilers: None
Summary: Music and adjectives. Enjoy.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
“And back again.”
Expelling a worded breath, he entered the apartment slowly. Slipping off only slightly uncomfortable shoes, bought more for their unnatural neon color and less for much needed arch support, his bare feet kissed the cool hardwood. Padding across the room he picked up a remote, clicking on music, sweet and airy relief. Draping a sore frame against his gleaming apple red recliner, his lids drooped as she sang him asleep, floating high over the twinge of muscles and worn skin.
Love, love is a verb…love is a doing word…
Senses hazed over by exhaustion, he heard only the drop of the keys on the table. Zippers sighed too lightly to be picked up, only realizing the tug of his jeans after chilled fingers graced his unfastened waistband. Soft wetness glided down his now half naked body, Nick whispered a love sound over Greg’s thigh. His diaphragm hitched as fingers traced up his torso, greeting moles with tiny circles. He wanted to move, shift weight off of a slept-on side, but a firm body braced him in position. Opening eyes discovered a wide smile shining back at him, welcoming him back to consciousness. Greg dissolved into him as silent I love yous were mouthed over cheekbones. Tilting his head, he captured a bottom lip with a gentle bite, Nick letting a small laugh escape. Taking in a kiss, he swept his tongue over Nick’s teeth, and traveled the insides. Pink, warm flesh pulling him further, taste buds firing like electrons as he recorded each taste, memorizing the day he could not share with the man he called his home.
Gentle impulsion…shakes me makes me lighter…
Strong arms steadied him as they walked the distance to the bed, pristine pale sheets shimmered, cooled by the hum and flow of air conditioning. Greg fell softly, pulling a snugly fit tee over spiked short hair. He looked up, noticing how swiftly Nick had discarded his own attire; abandoned slacks lay at his feet. He catalogued each exposed part with his hands, locking away minute details, savoring sleek tanned muscles with long fingers, gripping a bicep and pulling Nick down to pepper his face with kisses. As skin contacted skin, a deep shudder went over him, and it urged his mouth to further explore his partner’s. He knew the beauty of what the nude body possessed, and Nick stood most striking, angular trunk with steadfast branches. The velvet of rigid shaft in his grasp reminded him how much he craved this; hard flesh rubbing against his own told him how much he needed this. The day had given him a new furrow to his brow, which only Nick with comforting arms and unwavering embrace could remove.
on the fire of a confession… fearless on my breath…
He stretched out on the sheet, running digits over a firm backside, heat radiating from secret places. Feeling a slight nod of permission, Greg bathed a finger in between a wet kiss and entered him, Nick’s opening eased receptively. He moaned low at the intrusion, vibrating mumbles quaking his chest and sending little shocks down his spine. He massaged intensely, and in repetitive motions, Greg grazed the disc of nerves buried inside Nick. Short blasts of breath set his neck ablaze, and with every gasp he rolled his knuckles just a bit more. With pleading eyes Nick urged him on, and after quickly sheathing his dick, he sank inside, chest heaving with the instant shock of hot tight space. Nick steadied his legs straddling Greg as he began an even piston, clutching the bedspread. He watched as the body atop him rolled, waves touching the shore over and over, slow frustration building in his belly; a delayed fuse. He studied deep lines of concentration on Nick’s face, time scoring noticeable wrinkles around his eyes. He felt hypnotized, the moments stilling, and as the swelling turned it to a raging violet he wrapped his fingers around Nick, slowly at first, pumping into him, matching fist to thrust. Finding offset anchorage in the wing of his partner’s shoulder, he dug the free worried fingertips into flesh; half moons of red tattooing. He knew it could not last much longer, and it hurt to think about the separation to come. He trembled as Nick collapsed onto elbows, viciously matching the motions, pulling Greg in as deep as possible. A sense of desperation resonated as the last of his strength wore thin . He spotted the bright light ahead. Barreling down with seizing force a murder of screams flew out of his mouth, and with his last outcry, Nick followed suit. He shook as the glimmer of fluid danced along his ribcage, a pile of boneless love disintegrated on top of him. He nibbled lightly on flushed skin, and painted adorations across Nick’s ass with opal liquid. Stillness bathed him, and the pulse thudding against him rendered him overwhelmed. With Nick wrapped around him on all sides, he began to quietly sob, tears running horizontally down his temples. Nick stirred faintly, kissing eyelids and muttering sweetness. Greg calmed and drifted, he felt a dulcet purr emanating from Nick.
The stereo resounded with a faithful bass beat, and kept playing their song.
Lyrics are from Massive Attack’s Teardrop.
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Date: 2004-12-30 03:52 pm (UTC)I really, really enjoyed this.
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:34 pm (UTC)It's funny, I'm about 6'0, and wide as I am tall, so I consider myself a masculine bottom(lol), and so I always tend to write the more masculine character as receiver. Though one has to admit, Greg is a stunning bottom :D
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:38 pm (UTC)Your icon never fails to make me smile :)
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Date: 2004-12-30 06:08 pm (UTC)I love that song too. Perfect.
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