Ficlets: DMOC, Suicide Kings, CSI
Those of you who have been in my kitchen know that the floor consists of hard, white ceramic tile. For those of you who haven't been in my kitchen...the floor is hard, white ceramic tile. Very slippery-when-wet ceramic tile. So tonight I was cooking up some potato soup from scratch, and as usual my timing was completely off because I am not an organized person cook, so I was rushing to put the salad plates on the dining room table when I hit a wet spot on the floor and almost went down. I did not fall. I did, however, catch my elbow on the corner of the doorframe and holy fuck, does it ever hurt. There's a little lump on my elbow now. Ow. All this because my dog is a giant slob who can't keep his water in the water bowl.
Couple the above fiasco with the fact that I spent the morning playing chauffeur for my mother while she went dress shopping (which was, predictably, time-consuming and awful, but she's my mom, so...), I did not get as much writing done today as I wanted. But I did get a couple more ficlets finished, so I'll just post what I've got and then keep working on the rest at work tomorrow, if it's not too busy.
First up, for the_darkglow, a scene out of a fic I summarized but haven't actually written. Possibly kind of depressing out of context, but what can you do. I also started to write the Will/Warren fic you requested, but it seems to want to be the beginning of the epic Sky High fic I keep talking about, so I guess I'll hold off on that one and see where it goes. For now, though, there's this.
I. It didn't really seem like a drastic course of action. They lived together, after all, and they hadn't had sex in four whole days, because either Josh was too busy or too tired or Cooper was too loud and needed to get out of the apartment so Josh could concentrate. There was always some excuse, and really, this was exactly what Josh needed. He just needed to let off a little steam, to relax and remember how good it felt when they were together.
Besides, he was impossible to resist when he looked like that.
He'd fallen asleep on the couch, book open on his chest and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms - Cooper's - riding low on his hips. His lips were parted and red and his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks in some dream, and there was no way Cooper could resist that. It made him glad he'd stayed out so late, pretending to have a good time at Zeke's party when all he'd really wanted to do was be home with Josh. Except that Josh was studying - again - and Cooper knew if he'd stayed home Josh would just have chased him out of the apartment eventually.
But he was home now, and Josh was fast asleep and looking way too hot for his own good. Cooper peeled off his jacket and hung it on the hook next to the door, dropped his keys as quietly as possible on the counter and crossed the room in a few short strides.
He stopped next to the couch, dropping to his knees next to Josh and reaching out with one hand to trail his fingers along the patch of hair that started just below Josh's belly button.
That got him a sleepy murmur, and for a second he was afraid Josh was going to wake up and ruin the surprise. But he didn't, and when Josh turned toward him Cooper decided to take that as encouragement.
He reached up and carefully pulled the book away from Josh's chest, setting it down on the coffee table before he turned back to the body stretched out in front of him. Just for him, and Cooper grinned at that thought and slid his hand a little lower. Josh's cock was soft, but a couple gentle strokes were all it took to get its attention, and Cooper carefully lifted the waistband of Josh's pajamas and pulled his cock out.
And it was kind of weird, doing this while Josh wasn't even awake to participate, but he was making interested noises in his sleep and his breathing was getting sort of shallow, so there was at least some part of him enjoying it. Cooper stroked a couple more times, watching Josh's face for any sign that he was waking up. But his eyes were still closed, lashes still fluttering against his cheeks and Cooper grinned as he leaned over and slid his mouth down the length of Josh's cock.
When Josh's hips thrust up minutely Cooper was sure he'd woken up, but when he glanced up Josh's eyes were still closed. He was moaning in his sleep now, breath even shallower now and Cooper held his hips against the couch cushions with one hand as he slid the other between Josh's legs to press against the skin behind his balls.
That got him another thrust, harder this time so he did it again, mouth still working Josh's cock and this time when he looked up Josh's eyes blinked open.
"Jesus," Josh breathed, "what…?"
But that was as far as he got, because Cooper picked up his speed, and Josh moaned again and slid a hand into his hair to urge him faster. Cooper slid his tongue up the length of Josh's cock, grinning at the murmured 'Coop, please' before he swallowed Josh's cock again and reached even further back to push just the tip of his finger inside.
Josh gasped and Cooper knew if he looked up he'd see wide brown eyes staring down at him. Another thrust against his hand, even more insistent this time and Cooper could tell Josh was close. So he hollowed his cheeks and sucked even harder, jaw working in time with his tongue and before long Josh was moaning and gripping his hair tight as he came.
Cooper pulled off and swallowed, easing his finger out of Josh and grinning as he wiped absently at his mouth. Josh was sprawled even more wantonly on the couch, cock out of his pajamas and pale skin flushed and Cooper wanted to crawl over him and fuck him. He thought for a second about doing just that, but the lube was in the bedroom, and anyway they'd be a lot more comfortable if they could stretch out in their bed.
"Hey," Cooper said, grin brightening even more at Josh's shaky laugh. "I couldn't just let you sleep on the couch all night."
"What time is it?" Josh asked, glancing toward the TV as he said the words and when he focused on the clock on the DVD player his eyes went wide. "Shit."
"What?" Cooper asked, frowning as he followed Josh's gaze. It was only 2:00 am, after all, and there was no way Josh could be late for a test or something at this hour.
"I have to be up in four hours."
"So? That gives us plenty of time," Cooper said, standing as Josh swung his legs off the couch and tucked himself back into his pajama bottoms.
When he looked up at Cooper his mouth was twisted into that reluctant expression that Cooper hated, because it meant Josh was about to tell him he wasn't going to get his way. And there were ways to con or persuade or even annoy Josh into giving Cooper what he wanted, but that wasn't really what he'd been going for here.
"I've got a test at 8:00, Coop. I really have to get some sleep." He sighed when Cooper frowned at him, standing up to pull Cooper forward for what was probably supposed to be a placating kiss. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you this weekend, I swear."
"Yeah, right. This weekend," Cooper murmured as Josh walked past him and into the bathroom, closing the door with a solid click. And that was just great, because now Cooper needed a cold shower, and Josh was hogging the bathroom.
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Next up is slashophile's request. She wanted to see Brett's protective streak, and I was more than happy to oblige. As was Avery. Brett, on the other hand...but let's not talk about that right now. Pre-movie.
II. "Mr. Chasten."
The sound of his name wiped the smile off Avery's face, and he turned in his chair to face their very un-amused Latin teacher.
"If my class is so boring for you, then you can join me in detention for some extra lessons. Tonight, right after classes. Don't be late."
Avery flushed and nodded, looking down at his desk so he wouldn't have to see the whole class laughing at him. It was bad enough that he'd been caught flirting with Brett in front of the entire class, but now he was stuck in detention with a teacher who kind of scared him, to be honest. He wasn't even sure what it was about Mr. Kingston that gave him the creeps, but he wasn't looking forward to spending a whole hour alone with him.
"Jerk. Class hasn't even started yet, what's the big deal?" Brett muttered behind him, but Avery didn't turn around. One detention was bad enough, and there was no way he was going to look at Brett again. Maybe not for the rest of the year, at least not during Latin.
If Mr. Kingston heard him, he didn't react, and Avery let out the breath he'd been holding and tried to relax a little. It was just one detention, it wasn't that big a deal. So the guy was kind of creepy, it wasn't like he was going to talk to Avery during detention. And if he did, it would just be to give Avery a ton of extra work, and that he could do in his sleep.
"Assignments forward, please," Kingston said, and the room was filled with the sound of papers fluttering as everyone passed their homework to the front of the room. Avery turned to take the papers Brett handed him, carefully not looking at the other boy as he turned and passed them ahead. He didn't notice that the stack was one short until it reached the front, and Kingston rifled through them a couple times before looking up.
"Mr. Campbell, your assignment seems to be missing."
"Didn't do it," Brett answered, and this time Avery did turn around, but Brett wasn't looking at him. He was staring defiantly ahead, jaw set in that line Avery knew all too well and his heart did a weird little somersault when he realized what Brett was doing.
"I see. Well you can join your friend Mr. Chasten in detention, then," Kingston said, one eyebrow raised and it was all Avery could do not to laugh. "Perhaps that will give you enough time to catch up with the rest of the class."
The rest of the hour should have flown by, because Avery was good at Latin and he actually enjoyed it, in spite of the teacher. But he was dying to talk to Brett, so by the time Kingston finally dismissed them he was practically vibrating in his seat.
"What'd you do that for?" Avery asked as soon as they stumbled out of the classroom, his hand on Brett's arm to hold him back as the rest of the class headed across the quad to their next class. "I know you did your homework, Brett. I was sitting right there."
Brett shrugged and glanced around to make sure Kingston wasn't hovering before he answered. "I don't like the way he looks at you."
And okay, that was…disturbing, but Avery's heart did another little somersault anyway. He did his own quick check to make sure they weren't being watched, and then he leaned in and planted a firm kiss on the corner of Brett's mouth.
"What was that for?" Brett asked when Avery pulled away, but he was grinning and Avery knew from experience that he didn't mind.
This time Avery shrugged, face flushed and he knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't stop himself. Brett laughed and slid an arm around his shoulders, muttering something about crazy boyfriends as he steered them across the quad to their next class.
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This last one is for michigangirl30, who requested Nick/Greg with Brass and humor and semi-public frottage. I really, really tried, but I'm afraid this probably kind of sucks anyway. And it's definitely not funny, because I can't write humor intentionally. But again, I tried.
III. "I'm just saying, it's kind of weird."
"You think everything's weird," Greg said, shrugging when Nick raised an eyebrow at him. "Different strokes."
"So you're saying that you think threesomes are a normal part of a healthy relationship?"
"Nobody said anything about 'healthy'," Greg answered, but he didn't quite manage to stifle his grin this time. "You were in a fraternity, don't tell me you've never tried it."
Nick didn't answer, but Greg had known him long enough to catch the tell-tale signs of heat creeping up his neck. And that was kind of hot, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to get any details. He wasn't even sure how they'd gotten on the subject, because for once their case didn't involve any kinky sex. It was just a B&E gone bad, and there hadn't been any signs of any sex at all at the scene, let alone multiple partners.
"I knew it," Greg said triumphantly, grinning at Nick's expression. "Who was it? Another guy? Two other guys?"
"There's Brass."
"You had a threesome with Brass?"
"No," Nick practically shouted, blushing even harder at the sound of Greg's laughter. "I meant that Brass is waiting over there for us, and we are not having this conversation."
He knew Nick meant it, but he was still laughing when they reached Brass. Which made Brass give him That Look, of course, the one where he knew he was missing something and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what. Greg laughed even harder at that, and when Brass opened his mouth to ask Nick just shook his head.
"You don't want to know. What have you got?"
Brass cast one last glance in Greg's direction before he started rattling off the details of the crime scene, and Greg did his best to wrestle what were some pretty disturbing images under control as he trailed behind them. The details of this B&E matched their first case almost exactly, and it didn't take long before Brass left them to it and headed back outside to start tracking down witnesses.
When they were alone Nick dropped his kit on the floor and opened it, taking his time making sure everything was in order before he stood up and looked at Greg again. Greg who was still grinning, half-hard from picturing Nick and nameless, sweaty frat brothers messing up the sheets together. And he was going to get that story out of Nick if it was the last thing he did, even if it meant threatening never to blow him again.
"Don't say it."
"I didn't say anything," Greg answered, but he'd never been any good at sounding innocent.
"Don't think it, then," Nick said, jaw set in a stern line that Greg knew meant he was serious. But it was Nick, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull off the bad cop routine. Not with anyone who actually knew him, anyway. "I'm serious, Greg. We're not talking about this now."
"What, you and Brass? Can we talk about it later, then, because I think that's the kind of thing I should know about. I mean I like him and all, but if we're talking about a threesome..."
He expected Nick to roll his eyes and let out one of those 'you're impossible' sighs. Maybe just give him the silent treatment for awhile, but Greg was used to that. What he didn't expect was for Nick to growl at him, then take hold of his vest and shove him up against the nearest wall. And that was even hotter than the image of Nick and his frat brothers, because Nick was pressed up against him and breathing and when he pushed his thigh between Greg's legs Greg let out a little whimper.
"The only person I want to have sex with is you," Nick said, breathing the words against Greg's mouth and Greg wasn't even sure what he'd said, because he was too busy leaning in to press their lips together. And he wasn't really expecting Nick to kiss him back, because they were still at a crime scene and the uniform Brass had posted outside could come check on them any time. But he did, hands still fisted in the front of Greg's vest and thigh pressing against his cock and…yeah, that was great.
That was perfect, right there, and Greg thrust forward for more, moaning against Nick's mouth and he didn't even care if he came in his pants. Had a feeling that was exactly what Nick had in mind, because he was still rocking against Greg and his tongue was doing things that sent shivers straight down Greg's spine. Then he pulled back with a gasp, face flushed with exertion this time as he looked at Greg. "Understand?"
Greg mumbled something that might have been 'yes', even though he didn't have a clue what the question was. Didn't know and didn't care, because Nick needed to be kissing him again right now. His hands closed around Nick's shirt to pull him forward again, but instead of taking the hint Nick backed off with what Greg would describe later as an evil grin.
"Good. Now get back to work. We've got to process this whole scene before shift ends, and I've got plans later."
And Greg was pretty sure he knew what those plans were, but that didn't make him feel any better. Because now he was hard and distracted and okay, maybe he deserved it a little, but he still had a job to do, and he had no idea how Nick expected him to do it like this.
"You bastard."
Nick just laughed and turned back to his kit, but Greg could see him smirking as he pulled out a pair of gloves. And he was going to get even. Just as soon as his brain started working again.
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Couple the above fiasco with the fact that I spent the morning playing chauffeur for my mother while she went dress shopping (which was, predictably, time-consuming and awful, but she's my mom, so...), I did not get as much writing done today as I wanted. But I did get a couple more ficlets finished, so I'll just post what I've got and then keep working on the rest at work tomorrow, if it's not too busy.
First up, for the_darkglow, a scene out of a fic I summarized but haven't actually written. Possibly kind of depressing out of context, but what can you do. I also started to write the Will/Warren fic you requested, but it seems to want to be the beginning of the epic Sky High fic I keep talking about, so I guess I'll hold off on that one and see where it goes. For now, though, there's this.
I. It didn't really seem like a drastic course of action. They lived together, after all, and they hadn't had sex in four whole days, because either Josh was too busy or too tired or Cooper was too loud and needed to get out of the apartment so Josh could concentrate. There was always some excuse, and really, this was exactly what Josh needed. He just needed to let off a little steam, to relax and remember how good it felt when they were together.
Besides, he was impossible to resist when he looked like that.
He'd fallen asleep on the couch, book open on his chest and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms - Cooper's - riding low on his hips. His lips were parted and red and his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks in some dream, and there was no way Cooper could resist that. It made him glad he'd stayed out so late, pretending to have a good time at Zeke's party when all he'd really wanted to do was be home with Josh. Except that Josh was studying - again - and Cooper knew if he'd stayed home Josh would just have chased him out of the apartment eventually.
But he was home now, and Josh was fast asleep and looking way too hot for his own good. Cooper peeled off his jacket and hung it on the hook next to the door, dropped his keys as quietly as possible on the counter and crossed the room in a few short strides.
He stopped next to the couch, dropping to his knees next to Josh and reaching out with one hand to trail his fingers along the patch of hair that started just below Josh's belly button.
That got him a sleepy murmur, and for a second he was afraid Josh was going to wake up and ruin the surprise. But he didn't, and when Josh turned toward him Cooper decided to take that as encouragement.
He reached up and carefully pulled the book away from Josh's chest, setting it down on the coffee table before he turned back to the body stretched out in front of him. Just for him, and Cooper grinned at that thought and slid his hand a little lower. Josh's cock was soft, but a couple gentle strokes were all it took to get its attention, and Cooper carefully lifted the waistband of Josh's pajamas and pulled his cock out.
And it was kind of weird, doing this while Josh wasn't even awake to participate, but he was making interested noises in his sleep and his breathing was getting sort of shallow, so there was at least some part of him enjoying it. Cooper stroked a couple more times, watching Josh's face for any sign that he was waking up. But his eyes were still closed, lashes still fluttering against his cheeks and Cooper grinned as he leaned over and slid his mouth down the length of Josh's cock.
When Josh's hips thrust up minutely Cooper was sure he'd woken up, but when he glanced up Josh's eyes were still closed. He was moaning in his sleep now, breath even shallower now and Cooper held his hips against the couch cushions with one hand as he slid the other between Josh's legs to press against the skin behind his balls.
That got him another thrust, harder this time so he did it again, mouth still working Josh's cock and this time when he looked up Josh's eyes blinked open.
"Jesus," Josh breathed, "what…?"
But that was as far as he got, because Cooper picked up his speed, and Josh moaned again and slid a hand into his hair to urge him faster. Cooper slid his tongue up the length of Josh's cock, grinning at the murmured 'Coop, please' before he swallowed Josh's cock again and reached even further back to push just the tip of his finger inside.
Josh gasped and Cooper knew if he looked up he'd see wide brown eyes staring down at him. Another thrust against his hand, even more insistent this time and Cooper could tell Josh was close. So he hollowed his cheeks and sucked even harder, jaw working in time with his tongue and before long Josh was moaning and gripping his hair tight as he came.
Cooper pulled off and swallowed, easing his finger out of Josh and grinning as he wiped absently at his mouth. Josh was sprawled even more wantonly on the couch, cock out of his pajamas and pale skin flushed and Cooper wanted to crawl over him and fuck him. He thought for a second about doing just that, but the lube was in the bedroom, and anyway they'd be a lot more comfortable if they could stretch out in their bed.
"Hey," Cooper said, grin brightening even more at Josh's shaky laugh. "I couldn't just let you sleep on the couch all night."
"What time is it?" Josh asked, glancing toward the TV as he said the words and when he focused on the clock on the DVD player his eyes went wide. "Shit."
"What?" Cooper asked, frowning as he followed Josh's gaze. It was only 2:00 am, after all, and there was no way Josh could be late for a test or something at this hour.
"I have to be up in four hours."
"So? That gives us plenty of time," Cooper said, standing as Josh swung his legs off the couch and tucked himself back into his pajama bottoms.
When he looked up at Cooper his mouth was twisted into that reluctant expression that Cooper hated, because it meant Josh was about to tell him he wasn't going to get his way. And there were ways to con or persuade or even annoy Josh into giving Cooper what he wanted, but that wasn't really what he'd been going for here.
"I've got a test at 8:00, Coop. I really have to get some sleep." He sighed when Cooper frowned at him, standing up to pull Cooper forward for what was probably supposed to be a placating kiss. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you this weekend, I swear."
"Yeah, right. This weekend," Cooper murmured as Josh walked past him and into the bathroom, closing the door with a solid click. And that was just great, because now Cooper needed a cold shower, and Josh was hogging the bathroom.
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Next up is slashophile's request. She wanted to see Brett's protective streak, and I was more than happy to oblige. As was Avery. Brett, on the other hand...but let's not talk about that right now. Pre-movie.
II. "Mr. Chasten."
The sound of his name wiped the smile off Avery's face, and he turned in his chair to face their very un-amused Latin teacher.
"If my class is so boring for you, then you can join me in detention for some extra lessons. Tonight, right after classes. Don't be late."
Avery flushed and nodded, looking down at his desk so he wouldn't have to see the whole class laughing at him. It was bad enough that he'd been caught flirting with Brett in front of the entire class, but now he was stuck in detention with a teacher who kind of scared him, to be honest. He wasn't even sure what it was about Mr. Kingston that gave him the creeps, but he wasn't looking forward to spending a whole hour alone with him.
"Jerk. Class hasn't even started yet, what's the big deal?" Brett muttered behind him, but Avery didn't turn around. One detention was bad enough, and there was no way he was going to look at Brett again. Maybe not for the rest of the year, at least not during Latin.
If Mr. Kingston heard him, he didn't react, and Avery let out the breath he'd been holding and tried to relax a little. It was just one detention, it wasn't that big a deal. So the guy was kind of creepy, it wasn't like he was going to talk to Avery during detention. And if he did, it would just be to give Avery a ton of extra work, and that he could do in his sleep.
"Assignments forward, please," Kingston said, and the room was filled with the sound of papers fluttering as everyone passed their homework to the front of the room. Avery turned to take the papers Brett handed him, carefully not looking at the other boy as he turned and passed them ahead. He didn't notice that the stack was one short until it reached the front, and Kingston rifled through them a couple times before looking up.
"Mr. Campbell, your assignment seems to be missing."
"Didn't do it," Brett answered, and this time Avery did turn around, but Brett wasn't looking at him. He was staring defiantly ahead, jaw set in that line Avery knew all too well and his heart did a weird little somersault when he realized what Brett was doing.
"I see. Well you can join your friend Mr. Chasten in detention, then," Kingston said, one eyebrow raised and it was all Avery could do not to laugh. "Perhaps that will give you enough time to catch up with the rest of the class."
The rest of the hour should have flown by, because Avery was good at Latin and he actually enjoyed it, in spite of the teacher. But he was dying to talk to Brett, so by the time Kingston finally dismissed them he was practically vibrating in his seat.
"What'd you do that for?" Avery asked as soon as they stumbled out of the classroom, his hand on Brett's arm to hold him back as the rest of the class headed across the quad to their next class. "I know you did your homework, Brett. I was sitting right there."
Brett shrugged and glanced around to make sure Kingston wasn't hovering before he answered. "I don't like the way he looks at you."
And okay, that was…disturbing, but Avery's heart did another little somersault anyway. He did his own quick check to make sure they weren't being watched, and then he leaned in and planted a firm kiss on the corner of Brett's mouth.
"What was that for?" Brett asked when Avery pulled away, but he was grinning and Avery knew from experience that he didn't mind.
This time Avery shrugged, face flushed and he knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't stop himself. Brett laughed and slid an arm around his shoulders, muttering something about crazy boyfriends as he steered them across the quad to their next class.
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This last one is for michigangirl30, who requested Nick/Greg with Brass and humor and semi-public frottage. I really, really tried, but I'm afraid this probably kind of sucks anyway. And it's definitely not funny, because I can't write humor intentionally. But again, I tried.
III. "I'm just saying, it's kind of weird."
"You think everything's weird," Greg said, shrugging when Nick raised an eyebrow at him. "Different strokes."
"So you're saying that you think threesomes are a normal part of a healthy relationship?"
"Nobody said anything about 'healthy'," Greg answered, but he didn't quite manage to stifle his grin this time. "You were in a fraternity, don't tell me you've never tried it."
Nick didn't answer, but Greg had known him long enough to catch the tell-tale signs of heat creeping up his neck. And that was kind of hot, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to get any details. He wasn't even sure how they'd gotten on the subject, because for once their case didn't involve any kinky sex. It was just a B&E gone bad, and there hadn't been any signs of any sex at all at the scene, let alone multiple partners.
"I knew it," Greg said triumphantly, grinning at Nick's expression. "Who was it? Another guy? Two other guys?"
"There's Brass."
"You had a threesome with Brass?"
"No," Nick practically shouted, blushing even harder at the sound of Greg's laughter. "I meant that Brass is waiting over there for us, and we are not having this conversation."
He knew Nick meant it, but he was still laughing when they reached Brass. Which made Brass give him That Look, of course, the one where he knew he was missing something and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what. Greg laughed even harder at that, and when Brass opened his mouth to ask Nick just shook his head.
"You don't want to know. What have you got?"
Brass cast one last glance in Greg's direction before he started rattling off the details of the crime scene, and Greg did his best to wrestle what were some pretty disturbing images under control as he trailed behind them. The details of this B&E matched their first case almost exactly, and it didn't take long before Brass left them to it and headed back outside to start tracking down witnesses.
When they were alone Nick dropped his kit on the floor and opened it, taking his time making sure everything was in order before he stood up and looked at Greg again. Greg who was still grinning, half-hard from picturing Nick and nameless, sweaty frat brothers messing up the sheets together. And he was going to get that story out of Nick if it was the last thing he did, even if it meant threatening never to blow him again.
"Don't say it."
"I didn't say anything," Greg answered, but he'd never been any good at sounding innocent.
"Don't think it, then," Nick said, jaw set in a stern line that Greg knew meant he was serious. But it was Nick, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull off the bad cop routine. Not with anyone who actually knew him, anyway. "I'm serious, Greg. We're not talking about this now."
"What, you and Brass? Can we talk about it later, then, because I think that's the kind of thing I should know about. I mean I like him and all, but if we're talking about a threesome..."
He expected Nick to roll his eyes and let out one of those 'you're impossible' sighs. Maybe just give him the silent treatment for awhile, but Greg was used to that. What he didn't expect was for Nick to growl at him, then take hold of his vest and shove him up against the nearest wall. And that was even hotter than the image of Nick and his frat brothers, because Nick was pressed up against him and breathing and when he pushed his thigh between Greg's legs Greg let out a little whimper.
"The only person I want to have sex with is you," Nick said, breathing the words against Greg's mouth and Greg wasn't even sure what he'd said, because he was too busy leaning in to press their lips together. And he wasn't really expecting Nick to kiss him back, because they were still at a crime scene and the uniform Brass had posted outside could come check on them any time. But he did, hands still fisted in the front of Greg's vest and thigh pressing against his cock and…yeah, that was great.
That was perfect, right there, and Greg thrust forward for more, moaning against Nick's mouth and he didn't even care if he came in his pants. Had a feeling that was exactly what Nick had in mind, because he was still rocking against Greg and his tongue was doing things that sent shivers straight down Greg's spine. Then he pulled back with a gasp, face flushed with exertion this time as he looked at Greg. "Understand?"
Greg mumbled something that might have been 'yes', even though he didn't have a clue what the question was. Didn't know and didn't care, because Nick needed to be kissing him again right now. His hands closed around Nick's shirt to pull him forward again, but instead of taking the hint Nick backed off with what Greg would describe later as an evil grin.
"Good. Now get back to work. We've got to process this whole scene before shift ends, and I've got plans later."
And Greg was pretty sure he knew what those plans were, but that didn't make him feel any better. Because now he was hard and distracted and okay, maybe he deserved it a little, but he still had a job to do, and he had no idea how Nick expected him to do it like this.
"You bastard."
Nick just laughed and turned back to his kit, but Greg could see him smirking as he pulled out a pair of gloves. And he was going to get even. Just as soon as his brain started working again.
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