Subtext is everything

Title: Made of Stars
Author: chemfishee
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~3000
Notes: Written for csianti_block’s challenge 18, power outage, a long time ago. I’m finally done tinkering with it. There are spoilers for “Fannysmackin’” that are so mild, they almost don’t warrant mentioning. Almost. This is, ummm… fluffy. From me. I must not be feeling well.

Summary: Greg hates to sweat.

Greg reaches for more purchase on the mattress and touches only air.

Title: Thought I Saw You In Vegas (Old Habits Die Hard)
Fandom: CSI [This is mostly gen, but there is a very large Nick/Greg segment in part two.]
Author: chemfishee
Word Count: 5572
Rating: R (for language)
Warnings: Other pairings [GSR (I'm as shocked by this as you are) and Warrick/Tina]
Summary: A tough case taunts the investigators. Five ways they didn’t deviate from normal. Spoilers through “Law of Gravity”.
Notes: Written for fivebyfiction’s February challenge (deviant) and csianti_block’s challenge 10, pet peeves.

Beta’d by the frakking fabulous kennedy_unknown.

Part One
Part Two

Title: Whispers In Skin
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Author: chemfishee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Genre: romance, PWP
Summary: tanisafan wished for “hot, sexy, slashy Nick/Greg porn” for Christmas. This is what I came up with.

They don't often have the luxury of time. When they do, it's like this.

Title: The Benefits of Working Out
Author: chemfishee
Fandom: CSI Vegas
Characters: Greg Sanders/Nick Stokes
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: God, if I owned them... Well, I might let you guys play with them, too. As long as you promised to have fun and not just angst them all up. That's my job (right now).
Author's Notes:
This fic was born out of a random conversation between some friends, specifically me, it_glitters, and kennedy_unknown that led into a fic challenge between me and it_glitters on some fandom cliches and general insanity. My challenge involved Greg's ass being a "well-oiled(lubed) machine, and her's involved Greg's perma-lubed state. This is 100% crack!fic. And I'd like to state that there was definitely some crack in Kennedy's peacepipe that I smoked from, and some of it may have gotten into the Frosty I am currently enjoying as well.

A good strenuous workout like the one he'd had always made him want a cock up his ass.