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Title: Bringing Down The House Pt. 2
Author: curledfries
Fandom: CSI
Medium: Television show.
Genre: Slash(:
Pairing: Hinted David Hodges/Nick Stokes
Theme: I is for Ineluctable: Not to be avoided or escaped.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours, but Jerry Bruckheimer’s.
Warnings: None whatsoever.
A/T: Crossposted over at dhodges and alphabetasoup. I also need help for a bit of researching for this fic so uhm, if anyone would be so kind? My AIM username curledfries and I'd really appreciate the help:D
Nick’s head was heavy. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that heavy but David was too busy contemplating on the many ways that he could get the said man to wake up before he died from spontaneous combustion right there on that train seat. He had been lodged into it for about 5 hours now and Nick had found the appropriate time, about an hour ago, to fall asleep and just so ‘coincidentally’ drop his head onto David’s shoulder. And it probably didn’t help that the driver of the train was too numb-headed to even think about lowering the temperature before his brain turned into ice.
Not that the warmth beside him wasn’t comforting. Sure, it was just a human head, but not all human heads belonged to a Nick Stokes and David was debating with himself as to whether this was a good thing or not. But again, it didn’t help when Nick shifted slightly before hugging David’s right arm on the armrest and nuzzled deeper onto David’s shoulder. Had David been thinking straight and not freezing and had it not been Nick Stokes on his shoulder, the said man would probably be having a concussion right at the moment rather than sleeping soundly as the train trudged past vast plantations that made David’s eyes blurry. An old lady chose this moment to limp past them towards the bathroom further back from their seats and smiled at them, wrinkles and all. David smiled back but it felt more like a grimace. Then, Nick snuggled closer.
Awww, crud.
“Home sweet home,” Nick said as he opened the door for David to go through first.
David put down his duffel bag and kit before scanning the place. Coffee maker, check. Clean kitchen, check. TV, check. Fridge, check. Two rooms-No. No, no, no, no, NO! ONE ROOM?!
David could only groan.
“Something wrong, Dave?”
“What gave you the idea that you could call me Dave?”
“The idea of living with you in here for a week or so,”
“Point taken,”
“So what’s wrong?”
There’s only one bedroom,”
“So?”
“I repeat, Oh Deaf One. There is only one bedroom,”
“There’s probably a spare mattress under it or something,” Nick replied as he picked up David’s duffel bag and kit and made towards the bedroom. David rolled his eyes. He needed time to get used to the manners, he wasn’t quite…familiar with people being nice to him as of yet.
“Nick, there’s no need. This is a cabin, not a hotel. They don’t know the word ‘spare’ around here,” David added as he caught Nick bending down to check underneath the Queen-sized bed.
DAMN.
“Guess we’re gonna have to share,”
David raised an eyebrow.
“We’re both adults, I’m sure we can handle this,” Nick shrugged off before opening the closets to start unpacking.
Speak for yourself, David thought as he made for the kitchen for some much-needed coffee.
TBC(:
Author: curledfries
Fandom: CSI
Medium: Television show.
Genre: Slash(:
Pairing: Hinted David Hodges/Nick Stokes
Theme: I is for Ineluctable: Not to be avoided or escaped.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not yours, but Jerry Bruckheimer’s.
Warnings: None whatsoever.
A/T: Crossposted over at dhodges and alphabetasoup. I also need help for a bit of researching for this fic so uhm, if anyone would be so kind? My AIM username curledfries and I'd really appreciate the help:D
Nick’s head was heavy. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that heavy but David was too busy contemplating on the many ways that he could get the said man to wake up before he died from spontaneous combustion right there on that train seat. He had been lodged into it for about 5 hours now and Nick had found the appropriate time, about an hour ago, to fall asleep and just so ‘coincidentally’ drop his head onto David’s shoulder. And it probably didn’t help that the driver of the train was too numb-headed to even think about lowering the temperature before his brain turned into ice.
Not that the warmth beside him wasn’t comforting. Sure, it was just a human head, but not all human heads belonged to a Nick Stokes and David was debating with himself as to whether this was a good thing or not. But again, it didn’t help when Nick shifted slightly before hugging David’s right arm on the armrest and nuzzled deeper onto David’s shoulder. Had David been thinking straight and not freezing and had it not been Nick Stokes on his shoulder, the said man would probably be having a concussion right at the moment rather than sleeping soundly as the train trudged past vast plantations that made David’s eyes blurry. An old lady chose this moment to limp past them towards the bathroom further back from their seats and smiled at them, wrinkles and all. David smiled back but it felt more like a grimace. Then, Nick snuggled closer.
Awww, crud.
“Home sweet home,” Nick said as he opened the door for David to go through first.
David put down his duffel bag and kit before scanning the place. Coffee maker, check. Clean kitchen, check. TV, check. Fridge, check. Two rooms-No. No, no, no, no, NO! ONE ROOM?!
David could only groan.
“Something wrong, Dave?”
“What gave you the idea that you could call me Dave?”
“The idea of living with you in here for a week or so,”
“Point taken,”
“So what’s wrong?”
There’s only one bedroom,”
“So?”
“I repeat, Oh Deaf One. There is only one bedroom,”
“There’s probably a spare mattress under it or something,” Nick replied as he picked up David’s duffel bag and kit and made towards the bedroom. David rolled his eyes. He needed time to get used to the manners, he wasn’t quite…familiar with people being nice to him as of yet.
“Nick, there’s no need. This is a cabin, not a hotel. They don’t know the word ‘spare’ around here,” David added as he caught Nick bending down to check underneath the Queen-sized bed.
DAMN.
“Guess we’re gonna have to share,”
David raised an eyebrow.
“We’re both adults, I’m sure we can handle this,” Nick shrugged off before opening the closets to start unpacking.
Speak for yourself, David thought as he made for the kitchen for some much-needed coffee.
TBC(: