Fic: Sparring (CSI, Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown)
Title: Sparring
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Dedicated to devo79, who inspired me to dig this old thing from my
cupboard of unpublished oldies.
It had gone on for two months when Nick had finally had it. The situation
was getting out of hands, and something had to be done. Warrick and Greg
had never really been good friends, there was always teasing and ribbing , but
enough was enough. His two colleagues were constantly sparring and trying to
push each others buttons. Sometimes Nick thought they actually enjoyed it.
Nick cornered Warrick in the break room and went straight to the point.
“Rick, I know you’re busy so I’ll be quick. What’s your problem with Greg?”
“I don’t have a problem with Greg.”
“Obviously you do. And I have to listen you to going at it day after day. It’s
the same thing every time.”
“Nick, me and Sanders were never buddies, we work together.”
“I know, but he get’s along with everyone else here, you’re the only one he does
that with. Ever since he passed his qualification, you’ve been acting like that.”
“I act just like I did when he was in the lab.”
“Yeah, like a shedding old peacock.” Greg marched in and headed straight to
the coffee pot. He sniffed at it and grimaced. “Why is it that nobody here can
make coffee like I do?”
“It`s because you’re the only one who’s nutty enough to pay ridiculous amounts
of money for it.”
“You get what you pay for.” Greg responded calmly. “Busy night, we just got
back.”
“What did you get?” Nick asked and took a bite from his sandwich.
“DB in casino’s cold storage. I was with Catherine.”
“Did she set up Lindsay’s old kiddie seat for you?” Warrick grinned, ripping
a chocolate bar out of it’s wrapper.
“Be careful, Brown. You`re showing your age.”
“Don’t go there.” Warrick mumbled through mouthful of chocolate and bits
of nuts.
“Well, you’re the oldest one of us. You`re among friends here, so open up.
Do you feel threatened having a hot young stud roaming your old territory?”
“I think you inhaled bit too much chemical fumes when you were in the lab.
You got those hallucinations often?”
“That’s the best you can come up with? Oh, that oooooold age…” Greg shook
his head and walked out with full cup of coffee. Few seconds later he popped
his head back in. “And by the way, Rickie… You really should stay away from
chocolate bars, they all seem to end up supersizing your ass.”
Greg gave Warrick and Nick a wide smile and left again. Nick stared at the
door, then turned to stare at Warrick.
“If I didn’t know better, I would think that whole thing is a turn on for you.”
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Warrick had barely walked into his apartment when a skinny body tackled him
against the wall and initiated a full-on lip attack. Finally Greg pulled his lips
away for a minute, so that Warrick could breath, and focused on pulling their
shirts off.
“Hey, Greg, cant you wait until I get my shoes off?” Warrick panted.
“No, and it’s your fault. You were supposed to be here two hours ago.”
“Lab was jammed, I had to wait for my results.”
“You really think an old semen sample is more important than me?”
“In my mind you and semen stains always seem to go together…”
“Wonder why…” Greg grinned while he opened Warrick`s pants. He
grabbed his lovers privates and pulled him to the bedroom.
“I was gonna have a shower first.” Warrick smiled and gave Greg a thorough
kiss.
“No way. Remember what happened when we did it in the shower?”
“Do you always need to bring that up?”
Greg pushed him down to the bed and leaped to his pal, straddling the other
man. “I do, because your not limber enough for that. I though accidents in
the shower were for little old ladies.”
“Don’t bring up little old ladies when we’re in bed.”
“Take my mind away from that.” Greg rubbed his as against Warrick`s member,
making him moan. “Feels like I have a very good effect on you. It’s kinda
flattering to know I can get you hard under ten seconds.”
“You don’t need ten seconds for that, babe.”
Greg started ripping his own jeans open when Warrick spoke again.
“I wanna talk to you about something.” Warrick gasped.
“Now?!”
“It’s really quick. How long do you wanna keep this a secret?”
“Just a little bit longer. I’m having waaaaayyyy too much fun keeping them
in the dark.”
“One more thing.”
“What?!” Greg exclaimed.
“Did you mean it when you said my ass was getting bigger?”
“Yeah, but I like it! When it comes to your ass, the more the merrier.”