Fic: Advanced Classes, Chapter 6 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders, Warrick Brown)
Title: Advanced Classes, Chapter 6
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Sequel to Easy Lessons:
Chapter 1/3
Chapter 2/3
Chapter 3/3, Part I (NC-17)
Chapter 3/3, Part II(NC-17)
Epilogue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17) Chapter 4 Chapter 5
“Left, left, not your left! My left and then little bit to the right.” Greg practically chirped with pent-up energy. For the last two hours he had been buzzing around the new apartment like a mixture of a hyperactive interior designer and a queen bee.
“Make up your mind, my arms are killing me!” Warrick complained and tried to keep his hold of the couch. On the other end of the said furniture, Nick gave an agreeing grunt.
“Over there, in the corner.” Greg decided. “And I got a surprise too.” He sprinted outside and came back carrying a large picture frame, wrapped in paper. “Who wants to do the honours? Revealing art of this calibre is a big honour.”
“Just show us what you got.” Nick sighed and wiped some sweat off his brow.
“Prepare to the ultimate art pleasure.” Greg tore of the paper and revealed the painting. In the middle of the canvas was a man in a spotlight, kneeling down on his knees, his back exposed to the viewer. His head was tilted to the side, glancing over his shoulder. The spotlight seemed to smooth the scars on the man’s back, making them look like a bizarre form of body art. The rest of the canvas was painted black, leaving everything outside the spotlight into the darkness.
Nick and Warrick stared at the painting, neither one knowing what to say. It was a beautiful painting, even sexy, but it was also a reminder of something they weren’t sure Greg wanted to remember.
“Shocked by visual pleasure? One of the guys from my therapy group did it. He’s trying art therapy, I got to keep it as my modelling fee.” The blond grinned and placed the frame on the couch they had just put down. “I’ll go supervise Sara and Archie, you two can start banging.”
“Greg-” Nick started, but he didn’t get very far. Greg simply shoved a hammer to his hand and bounced out of the room.
“Did you know…?” Nick asked carefully and gestured at the painting.
“No.” Warrick shook his head. “Gimme a hook, I’ll hang it up.” He took the hammer and a hook and got up on the couch to hammer it into the wall. Neither one of them said anything more. The unspoken rule was that the explosion was never mentioned unless Greg himself brought it up. They had been forced to put their co-habitation plans on the shelf for three months because of the incident. That had meant loosing the loft Greg had his eyes on, but they had finally found a similar one just five blocks from the crime lab.
The explosion had also meant a time-out for any kind of sexual activities. Greg was in too much pain to even consider anything, and the three months had instead been a non-stop twirl of kisses, careful make-out sessions and cuddles. The lack of anything more seemed to be driving the blonds need for physical contact to the extreme and Nick and Warrick were quite surprised no one at the lab hadn’t noticed. Greg had even began to refer to them as “his boys”, but anyone who actually bothered to listen simply assumed he meant their future plans to share an apartment.
“Careful, careful…”
“For the last time: Shut up or I’ll dump this on your head.” Sara marched in carrying a large moving box, looking ready to kill. “Where is this going?”
“I think that’s Warrick`s stuff…” Greg followed her in and checked the box. “Over there.”
He pointed at the small room. The main area of the loft was divided, living room in one end of the room, Nick and Greg’s “bedroom area” in the other and kitchen space lodged against the wall. Warrick`s room and the bathroom were the only ones that weren’t visibly to anyone in the main room, and the solution had gotten a satisfied nod from Catharine. Warrick had not had the heart to tell her she wouldn’t be spending time in the small bedroom.
Sara followed his instructions and Greg focused on the painting that was still on the couch.
“Kinda fitting, isn’t it. End of one era.”
“Are you sure you wanna have that on the wall?” Warrick asked.
“Yeah, and pizza.”
“On the wall?”
“For lunch, I’m hungry.”
“That wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the fact that there’s a pizza place in the same building?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Greg grinned. “I’ll the ones I left in the stairs and then I’ll go get some food.” He bounced outside again.
“He’s definitely sounding like his old self again.” Warrick chuckled and picked up the painting. “I was kinda worried for a while.”
“I know, so was I.” Nick agreed. “And I know it was Greg’s idea, but I’m glad you’re here.”
“Glad to be here. Thanks, man.”
“That’s it.” Sara walked into the main area. “All that’s left is the unpacking. I still can’t believe you did this.”
“Did what?”
“All three moving in together. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to tolerate Greg’s babbling twenty-four seven, living with a couple…” She shook with unappealing mental images. “Think about being stuck in that little room while those two are going at it.”
“He’s always welcome to join in.” Greg commented and waltzed in carrying the last moving box. “Why do you think we got a bed that can carry five basketball players and a catering service? And speaking of food, I’ll go get some. You still got that veggie phase going on?”
He didn’t wait for Sara’s answer, instead he marched past her to pick up his wallet from the coffee table, where it was waiting among other stuff that small enough to get misplaced and important enough to be kept safe.
“I’ll be back soon.” He leaned close to give Nick a kiss goodbye. “Bye, babe number one.” He moved on to Warrick and gave him an equal smooch. “Bye, babe number two.” He gave Sara a wide grin and left.
“So, you’re all in on it.” She stated dryly. “Ha-ha, really funny joke.”
“Sara?” Greg wandered back to the door, sounding slightly winded like he had just run the stairs back and forth. “Before I forget: Archie’s in the car. Would you go and lure him up here before we start eating?”
“Why is he in the car? All the stuff`s in here.”
“He can’t figure out how it’s possible that an AV-tech can’t fix a car radio.”
Chapter 7 (NC-17)