Fic: Return, Chapter 5 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Return, Chapter 5
Fandom: CSI
Pair: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: NC-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“Here or in the diner?” Greg murmured against Nick’s neck. He rolled over to check the clock on the nightstand.
“What?” Nick tried to shook the remains of his sleep away.
“Breakfast. You wanna cook something or go to the diner?”
“Do you got anything here?”
“I think I got eggs and bacon.”
“Then here. And when did you start eating bacon and eggs in the morning?”
“I got some just in case a Cowboy decides to spend the night.” Greg smirked.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yep. And I still got some challenges left.” He gave Nick a good morning kiss. “I still haven’t gone beyond the making-out stage with my cowboy.”
“What’s the next stage?”
“Rodeo. I’m gonna go take a shower, you know where the kitchen is.”
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“You got that look on your face.”
Nick snapped out of his trance and leaned over the microscope. Warrick walked closer and looked at him carefully.
“What are you looking at?”
“I told you. You got that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The I Just Got Laid -look. How was your date?”
“Pretty good.” Nick blushed. He and Greg ended up making out on the couch, and he still had no idea of how Somewhere in Time ended.
“Was it good?”
“We haven’t…. gone that far yet.”
“What the hell’s holding you, man? First date in eternity and you wanna play gentleman.”
“It hasn’t been that long!”
“It has.”
“Just because I haven’t-” Nick was interrupted by his cell phone. He picked it up and checked the message.
Supply closet in five minutes. Bring me a turkey sandwiched.
“I got to go, can you take over from here?”
“Sure, was it Grissom?”
“No, I have to….. fill up my kit.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, there’s a….. supply shortage.”
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“What took you so long?” Greg pulled him in and locked the door.
“They didn’t have any turkey left in the cafeteria.”
“What did you bring?”
“Ham.”
“I can deal with that.” Greg grabbed the sandwich from Nick and tore the wrapper off. “I’ve been coming and going, I haven’t had anything to eat for ages.”
“Why couldn’t you just go get it yourself?”
“Are you saying you don’t like these closet rendezvous?”
“I’m not saying that.” Nick grinned.
“Good.” Greg took a big bite from his sandwich. “And I do enjoy our other encounters too.”
“That’s nice to hear….”
“I meant the morning after. It’s been a while since I’ve actually woken up with somebody.”
“Me too.” Nick admitted. “I liked it.”
“I agreed we shouldn’t jump into the card-core stuff so…. You wanna take some more baby steps?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, if you keep your voice down.” Greg sank down to his knees and ripped Nick’s jeans open.
Nick was too stunned to react. He just covered his mouth with his hand to keep himself quiet.
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When Warrick lifted his eyes from the samples he had to stop and stare. Nick was leaning against the doorframe, looking even more dazed then he had before.
“What the happened to you, man?”
“Nothing….”
“You look like you’ve been mauled by a bear, and you act like a guilty teenager.”
“I don’t know what you mean….”
“You mind if I give you an advice?”
“What?”
“That Nothing would sound a lot more convincing if you’d button up.”
“I am buttoned up.”
“I was talking about your jeans.”
Nick turned bright red and quickly buttoned his pants.
“Don’t tell me you ditched the job to me so you could sneak away for a quickie.”
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t…..”
“That’s what I thought. Details.”
“I’m not telling you!”
“Gentleman never tells.” Greg agreed and marched in. “He may talk dirty and use lewd innuendos, but he never tells.” He parked himself next the Nick, with a smug grin on his face.
Warrick`s eyes went from Nick to Greg and back again. Then something clicked in his mind.
TBC