Revenge of the Post-Its!
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nickngregTitle: Playthings of the Devil
Author: Quettaser
Rating: NC-17 (Smut-tacular!)
Summary: Greg gets a present he wasn't expecting.
I. An Idle Post-It is the Devil's Plaything
II. The Devil Gets Played
III. The Post-It Playbook
Greg looked at his watch and then at the profusion of papers strewn in front of him. Only a few hours left in the shift. He rubbed his eyes and decided that now was the best time for a break. He walked over to the break room, and headed straight for his stash of fresh coffee. After he had the coffee brewing, he turned around and saw a plain brown box sitting on the table with an orange post-it on it.
Uh oh. It would seem that revenge is here.
To Greg, payback’s a bitch.
Greg was interested. He’s not easily embarrassed, and there’s no way Nick could get him something that he couldn’t handle. Nick’s pretty predictable, so at most, he may have gotten a book from the adult part of the store. So Greg tore into the box, curious to find out what Nick had done to pay him back for the Kama Sutra Greg had gotten him last week.
Which they were still quite fascinated with. They had a whole other language they used now. Speaking in code in the lab on the few occasions they saw each other. Greg was having a lot of fun with it, and it was always great to see Nick blush with a word like “mango.” And they’d barely tried out a tenth of the stuff in the book.
But at the moment, all Greg cared about was getting this damn box open. Then Grissom walked into the break room and poured himself a fresh mug of coffee. “What’s that there, Greg?” he asked over Greg’s shoulder, eyebrow raised. Greg had gotten the box open, and seen what was inside and he couldn’t get it closed fast enough.
“Nothing, uhh, just a gift from a friend.” Greg desperately tried to cover the box, put it back together, or something, anything to keep Grissom from getting a really good look at what was in there. Although, who knows how long he had been looking over Greg’s shoulder. Oh, god, had he seen? “Well, I’m just gonna go get back to work,” said Greg, picking up the box and backing out of the break room, smiling awkwardly at Grissom before dashing off to the locker room to stash the gift.
The end of shift could not come fast enough, because Nick had some explaining to do. And then dying, because there was no way Greg could let him live after tonight. He double checked the contents of the box, because there was no way that Nick had actually done this. He had had a hard enough time trying to get Nick into a sex shop to buy some sensual massage oils, so how had he gotten up enough courage to get this?
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“What are you doing?” Greg asked as he walked into the house and saw Nick lying on the couch, covered in a blanket, watching TV.
“What?” Nick asked, confused. Greg was staring down at him, box in hand.
“A dildo? Jesus, Nick. Grissom was in there with me when I opened it.” Nick couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
“Why’d you open it in front of him?”
“I’m normally not very shy. I just thought you were going to get me back with some dirty notes or like, a book on sensual massage, not a dildo!” Greg put the box down on the coffee table and sat in the chair near Nick, hunched over, his face in his hands.
“You don’t like it?”
“I—that’s not the point. The point is, I think Grissom saw me get a dildo in a box in the middle of shift.”
“But, it’s Grissom. He’s not really prone to gossip. And I don’t think he could tell it was a dildo.” Nick turned on the couch to face Greg, concerned that maybe he had gone too far. But then Nick noticed the little smirk twitching at the corner of Greg’s mouth behind his hands, and the beginning of an arousal in his pants.
“No, but what if he tells Catherine? What if he asks her about it? Then there’s no way it’ll stay quiet.”
“I didn’t freak out this much when you left me the Kama Sutra in the break room in front of Warrick and Sara.”
“Well, you can explain away that. It’s a book, and well, you can say you’re…researching. But a dildo? It’s a dildo.” Greg had finally moved his hands and was taking the ice blue toy out of the box.
“I’m well aware of that.” It had taken Nick nearly a week to work up the courage to go into the sex shop and when he had seen that one, he knew exactly how he was going to get Greg back for the Kama Sutra that was left in the break room.
“Even if it does look like a night stick, which by the way, are you trying to tell me something?” Greg raised an eyebrow at Nick. He had dropped hints in the past about his little cop fetish. Well, it wasn’t really a cop fetish, as it was a Nick as a cop fetish. And this night stick dildo could mean that Nick was up for a little bit of role play.
“No. If I wanted to tell you something, I’d say it.” Nick took the toy out of Greg’s hands and held it in his own. “Or I’d wear this.” Nick threw off the blanket and smiled as Greg’s jaw dropped. Nick stood up, holding the toy like a real night stick. “Did you even read the post-it note inside the box?”
No he hadn’t, but Greg had forgotten what words were. Nick was wearing his old cop uniform, straight down to an empty holster hanging on his hips. And while he looked incredibly edible, he also noticed how much he looked like a stripper, a thought that made Greg giggle just a little. He had the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, sunglasses hanging there, and he was holding that dildo like a real night stick, and goddamn! He had thought about what Nick might look like in his uniform, but he never thought it would be this…this…guh…
“Greg, you alright?” Greg was staring up at Nick like he was a god or something, and although it made him a little uncomfortable, it also turned him on to no end. Nick had picked up on Greg’s hints about his desire to see him as a cop, and while he had been confused at first, once he had found the old uniform, he knew he had to wear it for Greg at least once. And if Greg's reaction was any indication, he'd be wearing it much more than once.
“I—just—fuck! You are so hot!” Greg leaped out of the chair and nearly tackled Nick, kissing him hard. Greg pressed himself tight against Nick, relishing the feel of the tight uniform on his hands. And, god, it was tight. Nick had filled out some since his days as a cop and the uniform hugged every muscle, and if Greg didn’t know Nick better, he might have thought it was painted on.
He couldn’t break away from Nick, afraid that this was all a dream, but he felt Nick’s arms surround him, felt the dildo against his back and smiled into the kiss. Sure, he had thought Nick might have had a little bit of daring in him, getting a dildo, but breaking out the old cop uniform? If Nick didn’t touch him soon, this could all end way too soon.
“So,” Greg started, pulling back to look Nick in the eye, “am I under arrest?” A grin twitched on his lips. Nick just smiled and pushed him towards the bedroom. “I love my Freaky Nicky.” They ended up in the bedroom but before Greg could get himself and Nick onto the bed, Nick had pushed him up against the wall.
“Turn around,” Nick said, his voice smoldering, sending shivers down Greg’s spine. Greg turned so that he faced the wall, his back to Nick.
“Are you going to frisk me? Strip search me?” he said, wiggling his ass. Greg couldn’t keep the grin off his face. This was a side of Nick he hadn’t really seen before. So commanding, so aggressive, so…hot. He saw Nick put the toy down and take off his belt and then, Nick was frisking him and Greg couldn’t hold back his moans. He wasn’t really frisking him, it was more of a quick massage, but Greg was just fine with that, his head turned so he could catch a few glimpses of Nick behind him. But then Nick’s hands left him.
“Strip,” Nick ordered. Greg smiled wider, if it were possible and began to remove his clothing. As soon as he was naked, Nick pushed Greg up against the wall again, kissing him deep, grinding his hips into Greg’s. Greg groaned and pushed back against Nick, cupping his ass to pull him closer.
He couldn’t believe that Nick was doing this for him. He didn’t have a spontaneous bone in his body, which Greg didn’t mind. He liked pushing Nick to try new things, to take chances and to get a little wild. It didn’t normally happen, and most of the time it did, it happened in bed, but for Nick, all on his own to put on a costume and role-play...god…if Greg thought about it too hard it was going to be over before it started and Nick looked far too good to waste this opportunity, but then Nick had somehow gotten him onto the bed and he was standing over him, smirking, toy in hand, and Greg may not be able to hold on.
“Officer, please, you can do anything to me, just don’t arrest me,” pleaded Greg, teasingly. Nick couldn’t hold back a chuckle and leaned down to give Greg another probing kiss. Greg arched up, trying to bring Nick down on top of him, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Anything, huh?” Nick whispered close to Greg’s mouth. Nick’s hand traveled slowly down Greg’s chest, massaging gently until he had his hand wrapped around Greg’s cock. Greg moaned again, before seizing Nick’s mouth. Nick stroked him slowly with his hand, matching the rhythm of his tongue to his hand. Once he had Greg thrusting up into his hand, Nick pulled away, smiling at the whimpering sounds Greg makes. “I want to watch you,” Nick said, placing the dildo in Greg’s hands.
Greg sighed loudly, pleasing shivers running though his body. Nick stood next to the bed and began to take off his pants. “Leave them on,” panted Greg. Nick complied, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, lightly stroking it. Greg smiled, because he was going to get to watch too and brought the end of the dildo to his lips. He began licking it slowly, making sure to keep eye contact with Nick, teasing him with smutty slurping sounds, a big smile, and an acrobatic tongue.
Nick’s stroking himself a little faster now, watching Greg had always turned him on, he was always so unashamed, splayed open for the world. Nick loved it, loved him, but then Greg was moving the dildo down his body and slowly pushing it into himself, and as much as Nick was weirded out by Greg’s costume fetish, Nick did have to admit that he had a Greg fetish.
Greg pushed the dildo inside of him slowly, moaning loudly as he watched the way Nick’s cock twitched. It felt good, quite good actually and surprisingly warm, but it wasn’t Nick, and at that point Greg realized that he would never want anyone else. The way Nick was watching him as he pushed and pulled the dildo in his ass was so arousing, the glint in his eye was almost predatory. Greg couldn’t believe that this man, sweet, innocent, embarrassed-to-go-into-a-sex-shop Nick had done this for him. Had played into Greg’s fetish, had played the post-it game, had read the Kama Sutra, had bought a dildo all for him.
Greg pushed himself harder and faster onto the dildo as he watched Nick move faster on his own cock. Nick was moaning softly, mumbling something Greg couldn’t make out, but he was still watching Greg, eyes flicking back and forth between Greg’s crotch and his face. Greg couldn’t hold back anymore, watching Nick, in all his cop glory and the feeling of the dildo inside of him causing him to lose control. He gripped his own cock, jerking it a few times before he came, moaning loud, his body trembling with orgasm.
Nick was moaning loud now too, his eyes closed in bliss, his other hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently. Greg reached out for Nick, pulling him close to the bed and leaned up, taking Nick’s cock in his mouth. Greg’s soft, hot mouth was too much for Nick and it was only a few moments before Nick was coming hard into Greg’s mouth.
Greg fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Nick picked up the used toy and dropped it into the sink in the bathroom and was stripping off his old uniform as he came back into the bedroom. He laid down on the bed next to Greg, who cuddled up next to him. “So, does this mean you’ll be wearing the uniform more often?” asked Greg.
“Sure,” Nick sighed, his eyes closing with sleep.
“Can we get handcuffs?”
“Sure.”
“Can I handcuff you?”
“Whatever you want.” Nick could feel Greg smile into his shoulder.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Greg placed a kiss against Nick’s sweaty neck.
“I never did read the post-it in the box,” said Greg, slowly succumbing to sleep. Nick smiled and shifted his body a little so that he was facing Greg. “What did it say?” Nick just smiled. “Come on, tell me. Was it something horribly filthy and smutty? Come on, tell me.”
“It just said, ‘Do you want to be a good cop or a bad cop?’” Greg smiled and snuggled closer to Nick.
“I love my Freaky Nicky.”
Fin! Next Installment - Idle Devils
A/N - The "present" that is depicted in the fic is located here, about 4/5 of the way down the page. The best thing about it is that the offical name is "Night Shift" which is so hilarious on many levels.
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Date: 2005-05-16 12:38 am (UTC)Cop!Nick has always been one of my favorites to read...wow...*dies*
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Date: 2005-05-16 01:46 am (UTC)love you
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Date: 2005-05-16 02:59 am (UTC)mary
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Date: 2005-05-16 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-16 04:18 am (UTC)I got to "Nick was wearing his old cop uniform, straight down to an empty holster hanging on his hips." and my brain melted.
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Date: 2005-05-16 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-16 11:00 am (UTC)had you read "What Makes the Man" by Caroline Crane?it was gooddddd,gonna love bad cop Nicky.
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Date: 2005-05-16 07:54 pm (UTC)~x~
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Date: 2005-05-20 06:09 pm (UTC)Also, the whole watching thing? So fucking hot.
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Date: 2005-05-22 01:28 am (UTC)*feels all hot*
Hot damn... I love this fic more and more...
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Date: 2005-05-22 07:17 am (UTC)