Fic...
Yeah, I'm a bit spammy, sorry about that...
friends?skip=220 *point* I'm not the only one being active... O.o;
:P
Anyway, I come baring fic. They're crappy, but it's something at least. I'm just happy I finally managed to write something.
The first one's for eledhwenlin who gave me some nice things to work with (if you can still remember... :P).
Include: "But you promised!" + whipped cream + blue
So, here we go. Unbeta'd, so all the mistakes are on me...
Whipped
The moment Nick Stokes opened his locker, he knew he as in for something. He looked around, making sure he was alone, before reaching out and grabbing the can of whipped cream that stood right in the middle of his locker.
He noticed the note attached to the can, letting out a laugh at the cheesy content.
‘I’m feeling a little blue
What are you gonna do…’
It was unsigned, but he’d recognize that scribbly handwriting everywhere. He made a mental note to throttle Greg for breaking into his locker. How had he’d gotten in anyway?
He snorted as he read the note again. The image of Greg covered in whipped cream surfaced in his mind and he shifted slightly. How was he supposed to come through his shift without embarrassing himself? He made a second mental note to throttle Greg for that too.
When he heard footsteps approach the locker room he quickly shoved the can in his bag.
“Hey man, what’s taking you so long?” Warrick appeared in the doorway. “We’ve got a 419. Catherine’s waiting in the SUV.”
Nick felt a blush creep up his cheeks and he quickly turned to his locker, shoving his bag in.
“I’m coming, just a sec…”
Warrick nodded and disappeared again. Nick quickly closed his locker, took a deep breath and grabbed his kit, then followed Warrick out of the building.
~*~
He closed the door and leaned against it, totally exhausted. He let his bag slide from his shoulder to land on the floor with a soft ‘clang’.
He frowned and bent down to rummage through his bag. Cold metal touched his fingers and he pulled out the can of whipped cream.
“I see you found my present.”
Nick quickly straightened, startled by the voice. He came face to face with Greg, who was grinning at him.
After a minute of silence Greg rolled his eyes and leaned forward, giving Nick a quick peck on the lips. Then he pointed at the can of whipped cream Nick was still holding, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“So… What do you think?”
Now it was Nicks turn to role his eyes. He made his way to the couch, Greg close on his heels.
“What I’m thinking is… How the hell did figure out my locker combination?”
Greg’s grin grew wider.
“A gentleman never tells Nick. Come on…”
He pushed Nick down onto the couch and straddled his legs, facing him. He leaned forward and whispered into Nicks ear, “You know you want this… to cover me with whipped cream and then slowly lick it off…”
Nick groaned, but pushed Greg back a little so he could look into his eyes.
“Not now Greg. I’m exhausted. We have a tough case, and I really want to take a shower and crash for a few hours…”
Greg pouted and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “But you promised!”
Nick stared back at Greg and bit his lip to keep from laughing. Greg looked like a child who’d just been denied to play with it’s favourite toy.
It was a loosing battle though, the image of Greg as a pouting child combined with exhaustion causing him to burst out laughing.
Greg feigned a hurt expression, but Nicks laughter was proving contagious as his lips twitched upwards.
Soon he was also laughing, leaning his forehead against Nicks chest. After a few minutes their laughter died down, and Nick whiped a stray tear from his cheek.
Greg looked up, a soft smile on his face. “So… tough shift eh?”
Nick nodded and Greg sighed, throwing a short longing glance at the can of whipped cream now laying abandoned on the couch next to them.
Then he shrugged and stood, grabbing the can as he went. “You go and take that shower. I’ll put this in the fridge. We’ll use it some other time then…”
Nick stood also and turned leering eyes on Greg, licking his lips slowly. “Oh, we sure will…” Grinning as a light flush tainted Greg’s cheeks.
Turning towards the bathroom, the lovely image of Greg covered in whipped cream resurfaced in his mind.
“On second thought…”
Uhm yeah... Second one is just a drabble, with some small spoilers for S5 'No Humans Involved...
He’d seen Catherine come down the hall, and for a moment he was afraid it would be over before it had really started.
He’d missed this, the easy banter between Warrick, Nick and himself. They hardly saw each other these days.
Well, he did see Nick at home, but even that had become less now that hey didn’t work the same hours anymore.
Now, most of the time he felt inadequate. He knew he was still learning, but sometimes he missed being King of his domain, outsmarting the CSI’s or being able to joke with them a little.
He also remembered going stir-crazy in there, wanting to know more, learn more… be part of the team. Remembered what he was working so hard for and that would keep him going for another while.
He gestured wildly, laughing and he inwardly sighed in relief as he saw Catherine turn and walk away, leaving them be for the time being.
He cherished this moment, hoping there’d be more but not being really sure.
Also... The Sims 2 is really addicting... [/random]
Right, bed.
Random quote of the day:
"I did what I did 'cause if I didn't do it, it wouldn't have gotten done, and might I add that not doing it at all would have been a lot worse than doing it badly, which I was not about to do."
~ Murdock, "The Road To Hope" (A-team)
friends?skip=220 *point* I'm not the only one being active... O.o;
:P
Anyway, I come baring fic. They're crappy, but it's something at least. I'm just happy I finally managed to write something.
The first one's for eledhwenlin who gave me some nice things to work with (if you can still remember... :P).
Include: "But you promised!" + whipped cream + blue
So, here we go. Unbeta'd, so all the mistakes are on me...
Whipped
The moment Nick Stokes opened his locker, he knew he as in for something. He looked around, making sure he was alone, before reaching out and grabbing the can of whipped cream that stood right in the middle of his locker.
He noticed the note attached to the can, letting out a laugh at the cheesy content.
‘I’m feeling a little blue
What are you gonna do…’
It was unsigned, but he’d recognize that scribbly handwriting everywhere. He made a mental note to throttle Greg for breaking into his locker. How had he’d gotten in anyway?
He snorted as he read the note again. The image of Greg covered in whipped cream surfaced in his mind and he shifted slightly. How was he supposed to come through his shift without embarrassing himself? He made a second mental note to throttle Greg for that too.
When he heard footsteps approach the locker room he quickly shoved the can in his bag.
“Hey man, what’s taking you so long?” Warrick appeared in the doorway. “We’ve got a 419. Catherine’s waiting in the SUV.”
Nick felt a blush creep up his cheeks and he quickly turned to his locker, shoving his bag in.
“I’m coming, just a sec…”
Warrick nodded and disappeared again. Nick quickly closed his locker, took a deep breath and grabbed his kit, then followed Warrick out of the building.
~*~
He closed the door and leaned against it, totally exhausted. He let his bag slide from his shoulder to land on the floor with a soft ‘clang’.
He frowned and bent down to rummage through his bag. Cold metal touched his fingers and he pulled out the can of whipped cream.
“I see you found my present.”
Nick quickly straightened, startled by the voice. He came face to face with Greg, who was grinning at him.
After a minute of silence Greg rolled his eyes and leaned forward, giving Nick a quick peck on the lips. Then he pointed at the can of whipped cream Nick was still holding, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“So… What do you think?”
Now it was Nicks turn to role his eyes. He made his way to the couch, Greg close on his heels.
“What I’m thinking is… How the hell did figure out my locker combination?”
Greg’s grin grew wider.
“A gentleman never tells Nick. Come on…”
He pushed Nick down onto the couch and straddled his legs, facing him. He leaned forward and whispered into Nicks ear, “You know you want this… to cover me with whipped cream and then slowly lick it off…”
Nick groaned, but pushed Greg back a little so he could look into his eyes.
“Not now Greg. I’m exhausted. We have a tough case, and I really want to take a shower and crash for a few hours…”
Greg pouted and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “But you promised!”
Nick stared back at Greg and bit his lip to keep from laughing. Greg looked like a child who’d just been denied to play with it’s favourite toy.
It was a loosing battle though, the image of Greg as a pouting child combined with exhaustion causing him to burst out laughing.
Greg feigned a hurt expression, but Nicks laughter was proving contagious as his lips twitched upwards.
Soon he was also laughing, leaning his forehead against Nicks chest. After a few minutes their laughter died down, and Nick whiped a stray tear from his cheek.
Greg looked up, a soft smile on his face. “So… tough shift eh?”
Nick nodded and Greg sighed, throwing a short longing glance at the can of whipped cream now laying abandoned on the couch next to them.
Then he shrugged and stood, grabbing the can as he went. “You go and take that shower. I’ll put this in the fridge. We’ll use it some other time then…”
Nick stood also and turned leering eyes on Greg, licking his lips slowly. “Oh, we sure will…” Grinning as a light flush tainted Greg’s cheeks.
Turning towards the bathroom, the lovely image of Greg covered in whipped cream resurfaced in his mind.
“On second thought…”
Uhm yeah... Second one is just a drabble, with some small spoilers for S5 'No Humans Involved...
He’d seen Catherine come down the hall, and for a moment he was afraid it would be over before it had really started.
He’d missed this, the easy banter between Warrick, Nick and himself. They hardly saw each other these days.
Well, he did see Nick at home, but even that had become less now that hey didn’t work the same hours anymore.
Now, most of the time he felt inadequate. He knew he was still learning, but sometimes he missed being King of his domain, outsmarting the CSI’s or being able to joke with them a little.
He also remembered going stir-crazy in there, wanting to know more, learn more… be part of the team. Remembered what he was working so hard for and that would keep him going for another while.
He gestured wildly, laughing and he inwardly sighed in relief as he saw Catherine turn and walk away, leaving them be for the time being.
He cherished this moment, hoping there’d be more but not being really sure.
Also... The Sims 2 is really addicting... [/random]
Right, bed.
Random quote of the day:
"I did what I did 'cause if I didn't do it, it wouldn't have gotten done, and might I add that not doing it at all would have been a lot worse than doing it badly, which I was not about to do."
~ Murdock, "The Road To Hope" (A-team)