Fic: Ratios, Nick/Greg, PG
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nickngregFandom: CSI
Title: Ratios
Author: Abbie Strehlow
Category: first time, sweet and fluffy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Sex isn't binary. It's a continuum. From Greg's POV.
Author's Note: No angst! Really! See! I can do it if I set my mind to it.
Disclaimers: Not mine. All theirs. Not diminishing canon. Expanding it.
Ratios
I press the backs of my hands against my cheeks, trying to judge just how numb they are. Numb enough that I know I'm not driving anywhere for a while. Maybe numb enough that ordering another beer isn't the smartest thing in the world that I've ever done. But I'm just feeling so good, comfy even, hanging with Nick and Warrick in a back booth at Japanese Joe's, and if I didn't get another beer I'd have to think about leaving and calling a cab and I'm just not ready to move yet.
But then Warrick starts a round of "Would you do her?" A part of me is upset because it's like Warrick's busting the bubble we've been floating in, cause it's just been the three of us shooting the shit and gossiping about the people at work and the weird ass things that happen during cases and whether you should have black out drapes with black out shades, or if just the shades are enough. By looking outside the bubble, he's bringing it in to us, shaking our world, making it not so safe and insular and comfy.
Nick looks a little flustered. "Come on, man. Shouldn't talk that way about the ladies."
Warrick just grins and nudges him. "All right. What about him?"
While sputtering Nicky is one of my all-time favorite cute things to watch, I decide to take pity on him.
"Sure, I'd do him," I say.
"Right on," Warrick replies, leaning over to clink beer bottles with me. Nick is looking outraged, and a little shrunken, with the pair of us bookending him.
"What about you?" I ask, suddenly really curious. Both Nick and Warrick were here for a while before I arrived. I hadn't realized how much they'd had to drink, but it must have been more than a couple of beers to get Warrick to loosen up this much.
His gaze goes back to the guy in question. Tall, muscled, dark wiry hair and a really hot cleft chin. He's got that partial shave thing going on, one guaranteed to burn while wicked thin lips trailed across your skin.
"Naw." I manage to look back at Warrick. "Too dark," he offers as way of explanation. "Now him," he points with the bottom of his beer bottle to a slender guy walking across the floor. "Him I'd do."
Another tall, muscular man. But a natural blond and almost feminine features.
"Opposites attract, eh?" I ask.
Warrick takes another sip of his beer and just chuckles quietly.
"Wait."
Oh look - Nick's decided to rejoin the conversation.
Maybe I'm a little more drunk than I thought.
"G--are you telling me you're gay?" Nick asks, looking at me like I'm some kind of unknown fiber that he's never seen before. "I mean--I thought--you like girls too, right?"
"It's just sex, Nick. Doesn't matter what the packaging is," I tell him. I notice he's not paying any attention to Warrick's comments, which makes me wonder if they've already had this conversation.
"So, what, you're bi?"
And a part of me would like to leave it there, leave it at that, but I think that last beer put me one way over the limit. Like, out of the ball park over the limit.
"No. I don't like that word." And I don't. "Sex isn't--binary. It isn't an either-or. It's a continuum. Or a ratio. Bi implies 50/50, like our friend Warrick." I'm just guessing here, but he nods. He's comfortable with anything and everything.
"Me--I'm more like a 70/30. Mostly it's women who get my crank going. But sometimes, yeah, a guy can do it too."
And now it's time to turn the tables. "Don't tell me you've never thought about it. At least once."
Nick's blush and the way he ducks his head tells me just about everything I know.
"So, what, you're 90/10? 80/20?"
Nick raises his head, but instead of looking at me, he glances over at Warrick, who just nods and says, "That's my cue." He slips out of the booth and heads over toward his prey.
Before I can ask what that was about, Nick puts a hand on my thigh and squeezes. The heat from that single touch seems to magically make all the moisture in the room evaporate, drying my throat, scaring away my words, setting the skin along my vertebra skittering.
"I--I don't know what I am Greg. If I'm 50/50, or 60/40, or even 97/3. All I know is that I'm 100% into you."
The kiss that follows leaves me no ability to figure ratios or even count the stars I'm seeing.
Title: Ratios
Author: Abbie Strehlow
Category: first time, sweet and fluffy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Sex isn't binary. It's a continuum. From Greg's POV.
Author's Note: No angst! Really! See! I can do it if I set my mind to it.
Disclaimers: Not mine. All theirs. Not diminishing canon. Expanding it.
Ratios
I press the backs of my hands against my cheeks, trying to judge just how numb they are. Numb enough that I know I'm not driving anywhere for a while. Maybe numb enough that ordering another beer isn't the smartest thing in the world that I've ever done. But I'm just feeling so good, comfy even, hanging with Nick and Warrick in a back booth at Japanese Joe's, and if I didn't get another beer I'd have to think about leaving and calling a cab and I'm just not ready to move yet.
But then Warrick starts a round of "Would you do her?" A part of me is upset because it's like Warrick's busting the bubble we've been floating in, cause it's just been the three of us shooting the shit and gossiping about the people at work and the weird ass things that happen during cases and whether you should have black out drapes with black out shades, or if just the shades are enough. By looking outside the bubble, he's bringing it in to us, shaking our world, making it not so safe and insular and comfy.
Nick looks a little flustered. "Come on, man. Shouldn't talk that way about the ladies."
Warrick just grins and nudges him. "All right. What about him?"
While sputtering Nicky is one of my all-time favorite cute things to watch, I decide to take pity on him.
"Sure, I'd do him," I say.
"Right on," Warrick replies, leaning over to clink beer bottles with me. Nick is looking outraged, and a little shrunken, with the pair of us bookending him.
"What about you?" I ask, suddenly really curious. Both Nick and Warrick were here for a while before I arrived. I hadn't realized how much they'd had to drink, but it must have been more than a couple of beers to get Warrick to loosen up this much.
His gaze goes back to the guy in question. Tall, muscled, dark wiry hair and a really hot cleft chin. He's got that partial shave thing going on, one guaranteed to burn while wicked thin lips trailed across your skin.
"Naw." I manage to look back at Warrick. "Too dark," he offers as way of explanation. "Now him," he points with the bottom of his beer bottle to a slender guy walking across the floor. "Him I'd do."
Another tall, muscular man. But a natural blond and almost feminine features.
"Opposites attract, eh?" I ask.
Warrick takes another sip of his beer and just chuckles quietly.
"Wait."
Oh look - Nick's decided to rejoin the conversation.
Maybe I'm a little more drunk than I thought.
"G--are you telling me you're gay?" Nick asks, looking at me like I'm some kind of unknown fiber that he's never seen before. "I mean--I thought--you like girls too, right?"
"It's just sex, Nick. Doesn't matter what the packaging is," I tell him. I notice he's not paying any attention to Warrick's comments, which makes me wonder if they've already had this conversation.
"So, what, you're bi?"
And a part of me would like to leave it there, leave it at that, but I think that last beer put me one way over the limit. Like, out of the ball park over the limit.
"No. I don't like that word." And I don't. "Sex isn't--binary. It isn't an either-or. It's a continuum. Or a ratio. Bi implies 50/50, like our friend Warrick." I'm just guessing here, but he nods. He's comfortable with anything and everything.
"Me--I'm more like a 70/30. Mostly it's women who get my crank going. But sometimes, yeah, a guy can do it too."
And now it's time to turn the tables. "Don't tell me you've never thought about it. At least once."
Nick's blush and the way he ducks his head tells me just about everything I know.
"So, what, you're 90/10? 80/20?"
Nick raises his head, but instead of looking at me, he glances over at Warrick, who just nods and says, "That's my cue." He slips out of the booth and heads over toward his prey.
Before I can ask what that was about, Nick puts a hand on my thigh and squeezes. The heat from that single touch seems to magically make all the moisture in the room evaporate, drying my throat, scaring away my words, setting the skin along my vertebra skittering.
"I--I don't know what I am Greg. If I'm 50/50, or 60/40, or even 97/3. All I know is that I'm 100% into you."
The kiss that follows leaves me no ability to figure ratios or even count the stars I'm seeing.
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Date: 2005-01-17 10:12 pm (UTC)I press the backs of my hands against my cheeks, trying to judge just how numb they are.
Heh, I know that feeling well.
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Date: 2005-01-17 10:14 pm (UTC)Right on!! Have to say in this instance, math definately rocked!
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Date: 2005-01-17 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-17 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-17 10:22 pm (UTC)Also But then Warrick starts a round of "Would you do her?" because it's soooo Warrick. x.x
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Date: 2005-01-17 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-17 10:31 pm (UTC)I love the way you write these boys.
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Date: 2005-01-17 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-17 10:51 pm (UTC)Hah.
Fuuuunny :D
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Date: 2005-01-17 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-17 11:42 pm (UTC)I picture Warrick more of a 70:30 guy myself, but I like the idea of him being equally into guys as girls. *drool*
Anyway, really cute fic. I loved Nick being 100% into Greg. They're so.in.love.
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Date: 2005-01-17 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-01-18 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-18 01:09 am (UTC)And yeah - judging how numb my cheeks is always one of the ways I try to determine how drunk I am.
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Date: 2005-01-18 01:12 am (UTC)But we likes the maths. Numbers are fun.
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Date: 2005-01-18 01:13 am (UTC)And glad you liked this.
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Date: 2005-01-18 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-18 01:15 am (UTC)I'm glad that other people agree with that line. Cause I think it's something Warrick would do too.
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Date: 2005-01-18 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-18 01:16 am (UTC)::huggles::
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Date: 2005-01-18 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-01-18 01:19 am (UTC)Must admit though - I like math.
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Date: 2005-01-18 01:23 am (UTC)And thanks! I'm glad you liked this fic.