He Touched Me!
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nickngregTitle: He Touched Me!
Rating: PG-13 for a slightly naughty word. But, really, if you can read this forum without wanting to sue, you can read this.
Warnings: Fluff, but slightly smutty.... so Smuffy?
Summary: My crush patted me on the shoulder today in class and I got inspired. This is supposed to be Nick/Greg, but please pardon any OOC Gregness. It started off innocent then the little plot bunny ran away.
Spoilers: Set in the first few seasons. Greg's still a lab rat and crushing head over heels for the hot CSI with the twang.
So, there I was, sitting in my lab getting some results ready on a murder-suicide in Summerlin when Nick came strolling in. He seemed oddly happy. Too happy for working on a murder-suicide. So, he came strolling in , whistling this song. I couldn’t recognize it. If you gave it words and a tune it probably would have had a twang. It is Nick Stokes.
“You seem to be in a good mood.” I said, as calmly as I could. This guy had been the inspiration and product for my nighttime Greg-time for a while now.
“I am in a good mood, man. I had a great night on Tuesday.” Said Nick, pulling up a chair. I was dreading what came next. He’d always come in bragging about this girl or that or this hot stripper he had managed to bang the previous night. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for him, but enough was enough. No self-respecting semi-homosexual male wanted to hear that the product of his dreams was banging someone else.
“So, what was her name? Or did you only refer to her as Misty Mountains?”
“Who said it was a she?” said Nick before winking at me and leaving. The cock tease.
It wasn’t until later that shift until I saw him again. Or rather until he saw me. We seem to have a habit of running into each other at odd points.
“Hey, Greggo! You have my results on the gun stock yet?” He said, shouting to me as I walked down the hall.
“Not yet, but the results should have printed out by the time I get back to DNA.” I replied. Was he checking me out?
“Hey, wait up, G! I’ll walk you to the lab.” He paused and sounded flush, my back was still turned to him. “I mean, I’ll walk with you. Not like we’re dating or anything.”
Would that be so bad? I was almost tempted to actually say that, but decided against it. Knowing my luck, Grissom would be walking by as the words would fall out and smack him in his perfectly chiseled jaw or get lost in those amazing chocolate brown eyes that seemed to…
“Greg!”
“Huh?”
“Greg, man, I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past five minutes. You’ve been off in La La Land again. You ok?” said Nick, genuine concern in his voice. I turned around to face him. We were right outside the DNA lab. He placed his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down. I swear, it felt like electricity. If I didn’t work in a DNA lab, I’d never wash that shoulder again. What I said next was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Damn libido.
“Never better.”
“I thought so.” He replied, his voice thick and seductive. He steered me through the door and into one of the more secluded areas of the lab. As he directed me against the wall, I wish I could say I was resisting it. Would you?
Rating: PG-13 for a slightly naughty word. But, really, if you can read this forum without wanting to sue, you can read this.
Warnings: Fluff, but slightly smutty.... so Smuffy?
Summary: My crush patted me on the shoulder today in class and I got inspired. This is supposed to be Nick/Greg, but please pardon any OOC Gregness. It started off innocent then the little plot bunny ran away.
Spoilers: Set in the first few seasons. Greg's still a lab rat and crushing head over heels for the hot CSI with the twang.
So, there I was, sitting in my lab getting some results ready on a murder-suicide in Summerlin when Nick came strolling in. He seemed oddly happy. Too happy for working on a murder-suicide. So, he came strolling in , whistling this song. I couldn’t recognize it. If you gave it words and a tune it probably would have had a twang. It is Nick Stokes.
“You seem to be in a good mood.” I said, as calmly as I could. This guy had been the inspiration and product for my nighttime Greg-time for a while now.
“I am in a good mood, man. I had a great night on Tuesday.” Said Nick, pulling up a chair. I was dreading what came next. He’d always come in bragging about this girl or that or this hot stripper he had managed to bang the previous night. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for him, but enough was enough. No self-respecting semi-homosexual male wanted to hear that the product of his dreams was banging someone else.
“So, what was her name? Or did you only refer to her as Misty Mountains?”
“Who said it was a she?” said Nick before winking at me and leaving. The cock tease.
It wasn’t until later that shift until I saw him again. Or rather until he saw me. We seem to have a habit of running into each other at odd points.
“Hey, Greggo! You have my results on the gun stock yet?” He said, shouting to me as I walked down the hall.
“Not yet, but the results should have printed out by the time I get back to DNA.” I replied. Was he checking me out?
“Hey, wait up, G! I’ll walk you to the lab.” He paused and sounded flush, my back was still turned to him. “I mean, I’ll walk with you. Not like we’re dating or anything.”
Would that be so bad? I was almost tempted to actually say that, but decided against it. Knowing my luck, Grissom would be walking by as the words would fall out and smack him in his perfectly chiseled jaw or get lost in those amazing chocolate brown eyes that seemed to…
“Greg!”
“Huh?”
“Greg, man, I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past five minutes. You’ve been off in La La Land again. You ok?” said Nick, genuine concern in his voice. I turned around to face him. We were right outside the DNA lab. He placed his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down. I swear, it felt like electricity. If I didn’t work in a DNA lab, I’d never wash that shoulder again. What I said next was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Damn libido.
“Never better.”
“I thought so.” He replied, his voice thick and seductive. He steered me through the door and into one of the more secluded areas of the lab. As he directed me against the wall, I wish I could say I was resisting it. Would you?
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Date: 2007-12-11 04:07 pm (UTC)thats just not fair, i'd call u a cock tease but i dont have a cock, lol.
i want more =P
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Date: 2007-12-11 05:01 pm (UTC)Dear Playgirl, I never thought it would happen to me... at least that's how I'd start.
All we'd done in the DNA lab was make out. But it was a very heavy make out, complete with awkwardly placed pipettes and conveniently loud machine motors. The ding of the result printing out couldn't have happened at a better time.
"Um, here are the results, Nick. The blood is a match to the babysitter. But there are seven alleles in common to your mystery swab. So we're looking for a -"
"I love it when you talk nerdy, G." With that he was on top of me again. I slept very well that night. Very well.
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Date: 2007-12-12 09:20 am (UTC)totally made of win!
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Date: 2007-12-11 05:52 pm (UTC)And your James Marsden icon cracks me up!
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Date: 2007-12-12 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-11 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-13 10:50 pm (UTC)