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Okay, so another fic (I wish I were getting through my final papers as fast). This one was written for another TalkCSI fic challenge, made up by me (although you all can play along if you like). The Squeeze Challenge is to write a fic (of any length or genre or whatever) that ends (or very nearly ends) with this image (well, the squeeze mostly, even mine doesn't happen in DNA, any hoodles...).

Title: An Idle Post-It is the Devil's Plaything
Author: Quettaser
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of language and suggestive dialogue [sorry, no smut today :'( ]
Summary: Done for the Squeeze Challenge. Rouge Post-It notes make Nick's afternoon very interesting.

It was the cold that woke him up. Nick grabbed blindly at the space in the bed next to him, one normally filled with Greg’s comforting heat. Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t get to mess around before he went to work, Nick sighed and burrowed his head deeper into the pillow, trying to catch a few more moments of sleep.

But then the alarm blared, and Nick really began to miss Greg. Right now, he’d normally be leaning over that warm, sweet body, giving him a kiss good morning, or afternoon, or whatever, as he hit the snooze button. All he leaned over today were cold sheets, and a post-it note. Nick picked up the obnoxiously neon green post-it note, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the bedroom.

Nick, morning sugarpants. I’m sure you’re missing me very much, I know I’m missing you. Especially your “wake up” calls. Mmm, your hands always feel so good when I’m just waking up, all over my naked skin…But, I only have so much room on a post-it. Just wanted to let you know that I’m out catching up with an old college friend, and I’ll be heading straight in to the lab. Lots of love, Greg.

Nick chuckled out loud. He left the post-it note on the bed and walked into the bathroom. He began to brush his teeth, but paused a minute as he noticed a second post-it note on the mirror.

Morning again. I’m sure you’re brushing your teeth now, looking all sexy and rumply, hair sticking every which way, like just after we’ve…mmm, but I should be going soon. I don’t have time to write all that down, and I don’t wanna wake you up for just a quickie. Although, I love your quickies…Oh, I just wanted to say, have a good day at work. I’ll see you soon.

Nick couldn’t stop his thoughts from going places they shouldn’t, not when he had to get into work soon, and not when he didn’t have anyone to relieve those tensions pooling somewhere south of his bellybutton. He shook the majority of those thoughts from his head and got ready for an ice cold shower.

As soon as Nick got out of the shower, his cell phone rang. Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, Nick ran to grab the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey there, sexy, just out of the shower?”

“Do you know my routine by heart?” Nick asked Greg.

“Not to disappoint you, hon, but you’re pretty predictable. Right now, you’re toweling yourself off while you hold the phone in the crook of your neck. And that’s my favorite part, cause I can catch sweet little glimpses of that fantastic ass of yours.”

Nick laughed, toweling himself dry.

“Don’t deny the hotness of your ass.”

“Greg, aren’t you out with an old college friend right now?”

“He’s in the bathroom and you’re naked. I have my priorities straight. So, now that you’re done toweling off, you’re heading over to the closet to pick out some nice, work appropriate clothes. I suggest the tight, charcoal short sleeve and the medium blue jeans”

“Do you know how many pairs of jeans I have?” asked Nick, rifling through the closet, grabbing the appropriate clothes.

“My favorite ones, the ones that hug-”

“My ass, right?”

“No, your package. I want to ogle you tonight.”

“Greg,” warned Nick, thoughts of Greg watching him, thinking about him, fantasizing about him wandering through his head.

“What, getting hard again?”

“Greg!”

“Oh, my friend’s back. I’ll see you tonight. Love ya.” And before Nick could reply, Greg hung up the phone. Nick threw his cell phone back on the bed, frustrated in more ways than one. He got dressed, trying to concentrate on anything not Greg. He headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Reaching into the fridge to grab the OJ and some eggs, Nick ran into another post-it.

I bet you’re going to have scrambled today. I always loved watching you cooking, being all domestic. It just makes me want to buy you a frilly apron and give you a blowjob. But doing that right in front of a hot stove might be a bad idea. But that’s neither here nor there, so I’ll see you when I get into work.

Nick groaned as he began to make his eggs, finishing the post-it note. He noted mentally that Greg should never be awake before him, because all of that energy was just being used to torture Nick, and he could think of many ways that energy could be used for good instead of evil, or at least, slightly less frustrating evil. Nick ate his breakfast, and gathered the last of his things before he left for work. He reached the door and found himself staring straight at yet another post-it note.

Oh, Nick, one last thing before you go, when I get off shift tonight, I’m going to come home and fuck you senseless. Kisses and handjobs, Greg.

~~~~~

Nick walked into the lab, new evidence in hand, but head still spinning from the afternoon’s post-it saga.

“Hey Nick, what’s up?” asked Greg, walking next to Nick in the hallway. And damn him for his perfect hair, that innocent smile, that smell that was just Greg, damn him for being able to rile Nick up without even being there, and damn him for being so close to touch. Breaking all the rules that Nick had ever set for himself about appropriate conduct in the lab, Nick wrapped his arm around Greg’s shoulders, squeezing the collarbone tight, pulling his ear next to Nick’s mouth.

“You, my love, are a bastard.”

Fin!