CSI fic: Glutton For Punishment, Nick/Greg, PG13
I finally managed to write something for wordclaim50. Go me. :'3
Title: Glutton For Punishment
Fandom and Pairing: CSI, Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 015. Epiphany (Eyes)
Warnings: None
Notes: Thanks to aprilmay430 and ullman79 for the beta.
Summary: It was pure torture, and he wondered why he was doing this to himself.
It was pure torture, and he wondered why he was doing this to himself. He couldn’t pull his eyes away, though. It was as if his eyes had developed a mind of their own, and he was painfully aware of the way his body was reacting to what he was witnessing.
And really, Greg reaching up to grab something just out of his reach shouldn’t be this sexy. Nick didn’t know where to look, his eyes going from the small patch of skin showing where Greg’s shirt was riding up, to the wonderful view of Greg’s tight ass and back again.
Nick groaned and closed his eyes tightly. It didn’t help things, his mind providing him with images that did nothing to ease the ache in his lower regions.
He should really just step away, splash some cold water in his face to cool down or something, but Sara was waiting for him to bring back the results they’d been waiting on all night.
It was their last lead. If this didn’t pan out, it was over and out.
No, he’d just have to suck it up and walk in there, get his results and move on with the case.
Decision made, he returned his attention back to Greg and almost swallowed his tongue. More skin was visible as Greg was stretching out as far as he could, wiggling his ass almost invitingly, and damnit, why wasn’t Greg wearing his lab-coat?
He ripped his eyes away from the scene and looked down, taking a few deep breaths. He could do this. Really.
When he looked back up, he almost had a heart attack as deep, liquid brown eyes were focused on him, twinkling with amusement and something Nick couldn’t identify. He swallowed and commanded his somewhat shaky legs to move forward, coming to a halt in front of the now grinning lab tech.
“Hey G…” His voice did not come out higher than usual. No. Nuh-uh. “You uh… paged me?”
Greg nodded, grin still firmly in place.
“Yup.”
He turned and grabbed a sheet of paper from the printer. Turning back to Nick, he hid the sheet behind his back.
“And you’ll get your results on one condition.”
Oh boy.
“What’s that?”
Greg’s grin turned almost feral as he leaned slightly towards Nick. “Take me out somewhere. Take me to diner, to a movie or to your place, I don’t care… As long as it’s just the two of us.”
What, wait… Was Greg asking him out on a date? -Well, technically, asking him to take Greg out on a date, but that was beside the point.- …like a date date? He looked up at Greg, eyes wide.
With one big step, Greg invaded his personal space, almost pressing up against Nick. He shivered as he felt Greg’s hot breath on his ear.
“I saw you watching me. Those windows are like mirrors sometimes, you know?”
Well, fuck. So much for staying hidden in this place.
“You liked what you saw, didn’t you?”
Nick swallowed thickly, the lab suddenly too hot for comfort. It really didn’t help much that he had to resist the urge to grab Greg and throw him on the nearest flat surface to have his wicked ways with him.
Greg had caught him red-handed -Red-eyed? Whatever…-. No point denying it now.
“Yeah…” His voice came out low and just a little hoarse, and he mentally groaned. He could feel Greg’s grin widening. Any wider and Greg’s head would split in two.
“Good. At least I didn’t walk around without a lab-coat for nothing then.”
Wait a second…
“You little bastard, you did it on purpose!”
The soft chuckle in his ear sent shivers down his spine. “Yeah. I’ve been flirting with you for so long, I thought it was time for some more drastic matters, short of throwing myself at you. How did you like my stretching?”
He didn’t know which words of Greg set it off, but suddenly it was as if a light bulb went on in Nick’s mind. A lot of things made sense now. He knew what the other thing in Greg’s eyes had been.
Hope, sprinkled with a little lust.
How long had he been missing the clues Greg had been sending him? He could have had him a hell of a lot sooner…
“You know I liked it…”
Greg hummed low in his throat. “So?”
“Come back to my place after shift.” Nick breathed, a little thrill of excitement running through him.
Nick was surprised at the flash of disappointment that ran through him as Greg took a step back to give Nick a little breathing room. He handed Nick his results, then reached out and grabbed his lab-coat, slipping it back on.
“See you after shift then.”
Their eyes met, and Nick knew that his eyes said the same Greg’s did. Shift couldn’t end soon enough…
:3
Title: Glutton For Punishment
Fandom and Pairing: CSI, Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 015. Epiphany (Eyes)
Warnings: None
Notes: Thanks to aprilmay430 and ullman79 for the beta.
Summary: It was pure torture, and he wondered why he was doing this to himself.
It was pure torture, and he wondered why he was doing this to himself. He couldn’t pull his eyes away, though. It was as if his eyes had developed a mind of their own, and he was painfully aware of the way his body was reacting to what he was witnessing.
And really, Greg reaching up to grab something just out of his reach shouldn’t be this sexy. Nick didn’t know where to look, his eyes going from the small patch of skin showing where Greg’s shirt was riding up, to the wonderful view of Greg’s tight ass and back again.
Nick groaned and closed his eyes tightly. It didn’t help things, his mind providing him with images that did nothing to ease the ache in his lower regions.
He should really just step away, splash some cold water in his face to cool down or something, but Sara was waiting for him to bring back the results they’d been waiting on all night.
It was their last lead. If this didn’t pan out, it was over and out.
No, he’d just have to suck it up and walk in there, get his results and move on with the case.
Decision made, he returned his attention back to Greg and almost swallowed his tongue. More skin was visible as Greg was stretching out as far as he could, wiggling his ass almost invitingly, and damnit, why wasn’t Greg wearing his lab-coat?
He ripped his eyes away from the scene and looked down, taking a few deep breaths. He could do this. Really.
When he looked back up, he almost had a heart attack as deep, liquid brown eyes were focused on him, twinkling with amusement and something Nick couldn’t identify. He swallowed and commanded his somewhat shaky legs to move forward, coming to a halt in front of the now grinning lab tech.
“Hey G…” His voice did not come out higher than usual. No. Nuh-uh. “You uh… paged me?”
Greg nodded, grin still firmly in place.
“Yup.”
He turned and grabbed a sheet of paper from the printer. Turning back to Nick, he hid the sheet behind his back.
“And you’ll get your results on one condition.”
Oh boy.
“What’s that?”
Greg’s grin turned almost feral as he leaned slightly towards Nick. “Take me out somewhere. Take me to diner, to a movie or to your place, I don’t care… As long as it’s just the two of us.”
What, wait… Was Greg asking him out on a date? -Well, technically, asking him to take Greg out on a date, but that was beside the point.- …like a date date? He looked up at Greg, eyes wide.
With one big step, Greg invaded his personal space, almost pressing up against Nick. He shivered as he felt Greg’s hot breath on his ear.
“I saw you watching me. Those windows are like mirrors sometimes, you know?”
Well, fuck. So much for staying hidden in this place.
“You liked what you saw, didn’t you?”
Nick swallowed thickly, the lab suddenly too hot for comfort. It really didn’t help much that he had to resist the urge to grab Greg and throw him on the nearest flat surface to have his wicked ways with him.
Greg had caught him red-handed -Red-eyed? Whatever…-. No point denying it now.
“Yeah…” His voice came out low and just a little hoarse, and he mentally groaned. He could feel Greg’s grin widening. Any wider and Greg’s head would split in two.
“Good. At least I didn’t walk around without a lab-coat for nothing then.”
Wait a second…
“You little bastard, you did it on purpose!”
The soft chuckle in his ear sent shivers down his spine. “Yeah. I’ve been flirting with you for so long, I thought it was time for some more drastic matters, short of throwing myself at you. How did you like my stretching?”
He didn’t know which words of Greg set it off, but suddenly it was as if a light bulb went on in Nick’s mind. A lot of things made sense now. He knew what the other thing in Greg’s eyes had been.
Hope, sprinkled with a little lust.
How long had he been missing the clues Greg had been sending him? He could have had him a hell of a lot sooner…
“You know I liked it…”
Greg hummed low in his throat. “So?”
“Come back to my place after shift.” Nick breathed, a little thrill of excitement running through him.
Nick was surprised at the flash of disappointment that ran through him as Greg took a step back to give Nick a little breathing room. He handed Nick his results, then reached out and grabbed his lab-coat, slipping it back on.
“See you after shift then.”
Their eyes met, and Nick knew that his eyes said the same Greg’s did. Shift couldn’t end soon enough…
:3