at home, with the boys
Title: Conflict of Interest
Rating: R/NC-17 (pre-porn).
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Warnings/Spoilers: Nope. Pre-porn. As in 'the-calm-before-the-porn'. Futurefic.
Summary: Opposites attract. Years and years later, the boys find themselves knee-deep in paperwork; an imminent promotion for Greg and Nick's delegated to coffee duty.
Nick finds Greg curled at the end of the couch, laptop on his lap and face scrunched in concentration. Placing the coffee carafe next to Greg's empty mug, Nick sits down and places Greg's feet over his lap. Greg lifts his head from his typing long enough to blink and smile.
"Much more to do?" Nick asks, kneading the soles of Greg's feet, making his toes curl and wiggle.
"Hm?" Greg answers, distractedly. "Nah. Not much left." He chews on his thumb for a fraction of a second and resumes typing. "Be a darling and pour me coffee."
Nick smiles as he stretches across to the coffee table, one hand holding Greg's feet securely on his lap. Greg sighs and wiggles his toes as the smell of coffee floats into the air. "You and your coffee," Nick says, laughing and patting Greg's ankles.
"You're one to talk," Greg kicks lightly. "Who was it that signs up for the Coffee Club?"
"Well, what can I say, you've successfully converted me into a devout follower of the coffee bean. And you benefited from that too, if I remember correctly," Nick leans back and stares at the ceiling, listening to the slightly furious tapping of the keyboard.
"Or what's left of it. Seriously, devout follower means coffee connoisseur, not coffee junkie. And worse still, you won't settle for breakroom coffee anymore."
"As I said, successfully converted," Nick chuckles. "Are you done yet?"
"Do I regret converting you? Maybe. Done? Almost." Greg stops to pick up his mug and gulps down a mouthful. "Perfect."
Nick turns his head sideways and watches Greg intently. Greg's been very diligent lately, even more so now. Grissom thinks that Greg is ready for a promotion and Greg is out to prove himself. Greg works even harder when he caught wind that whatshisname from dayshift is also eyeing for a CSI 2 spot in Grissom's group. Greg comes up trumps when it comes down to labwork, but whatshisface from dayshift has more field mileage.
A grunt from Greg tells Nick that there's no more typing to be had tonight. Which is good, because now they can get to the more serious business of getting down and dirty.
"How do you cope?" Greg huffs out. "Sometimes, I want to just go back into the lab and stay there."
"It's easy when you know how it's done. And I've been doing this for absolute years," Nick counters, stroking Greg's calves which elicits an appreciative moan.
Greg's grin is one of the most infectious, and Nick finds himself grinning too. "The Ceasars," Greg says as he powers his computer down.
"What?"
"The Ceasars. The band. That's what they say. It's easy when you know how it's done. Running in your bones and all that. Song's called 'Jerk it Out', which reminds me. I owe you one jerk off show."
"You're taking wisdom lessons from rock bands," Nick says. Not that Nick's complaining.
Greg shifts his laptop onto the coffee table and does a full body stretch that does wonders to Nick's hard on. "And you, my lovely friend, you take wisdom lessons from who... Dolly Parton?"
"Uh, no..."
"Country music. They're all the same," Greg pulls Nick over him and down for a small peck on his lips. "To each their own musical swami," Greg whispers and nips for another kiss, and unbuttons Nick's shirt, which Greg loathe, "and their own choice of clothing."
"Can't say we agree on everything," Nick chuckles as he lifts Greg's t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.
"But we do agree on what's important." Greg traces a line across Nick's jaw and licks the tip of that loveable nose (Well, Greg always think so).
"Like being in love and being together." Like being together, forever. And Nick likes that thought.
"There's that. But I was thinking more along the line of Gay Kamasutra." Greg pushes Nick away and rolls onto the floor from under Nick. "Coming?" Greg stands up and makes a beeline towards their bedroom.
Nick lets out a sharp chortle before picking up the discarded clothing and following his lover's trail.
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Rating: R/NC-17 (pre-porn).
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Warnings/Spoilers: Nope. Pre-porn. As in 'the-calm-before-the-porn'. Futurefic.
Summary: Opposites attract. Years and years later, the boys find themselves knee-deep in paperwork; an imminent promotion for Greg and Nick's delegated to coffee duty.
Nick finds Greg curled at the end of the couch, laptop on his lap and face scrunched in concentration. Placing the coffee carafe next to Greg's empty mug, Nick sits down and places Greg's feet over his lap. Greg lifts his head from his typing long enough to blink and smile.
"Much more to do?" Nick asks, kneading the soles of Greg's feet, making his toes curl and wiggle.
"Hm?" Greg answers, distractedly. "Nah. Not much left." He chews on his thumb for a fraction of a second and resumes typing. "Be a darling and pour me coffee."
Nick smiles as he stretches across to the coffee table, one hand holding Greg's feet securely on his lap. Greg sighs and wiggles his toes as the smell of coffee floats into the air. "You and your coffee," Nick says, laughing and patting Greg's ankles.
"You're one to talk," Greg kicks lightly. "Who was it that signs up for the Coffee Club?"
"Well, what can I say, you've successfully converted me into a devout follower of the coffee bean. And you benefited from that too, if I remember correctly," Nick leans back and stares at the ceiling, listening to the slightly furious tapping of the keyboard.
"Or what's left of it. Seriously, devout follower means coffee connoisseur, not coffee junkie. And worse still, you won't settle for breakroom coffee anymore."
"As I said, successfully converted," Nick chuckles. "Are you done yet?"
"Do I regret converting you? Maybe. Done? Almost." Greg stops to pick up his mug and gulps down a mouthful. "Perfect."
Nick turns his head sideways and watches Greg intently. Greg's been very diligent lately, even more so now. Grissom thinks that Greg is ready for a promotion and Greg is out to prove himself. Greg works even harder when he caught wind that whatshisname from dayshift is also eyeing for a CSI 2 spot in Grissom's group. Greg comes up trumps when it comes down to labwork, but whatshisface from dayshift has more field mileage.
A grunt from Greg tells Nick that there's no more typing to be had tonight. Which is good, because now they can get to the more serious business of getting down and dirty.
"How do you cope?" Greg huffs out. "Sometimes, I want to just go back into the lab and stay there."
"It's easy when you know how it's done. And I've been doing this for absolute years," Nick counters, stroking Greg's calves which elicits an appreciative moan.
Greg's grin is one of the most infectious, and Nick finds himself grinning too. "The Ceasars," Greg says as he powers his computer down.
"What?"
"The Ceasars. The band. That's what they say. It's easy when you know how it's done. Running in your bones and all that. Song's called 'Jerk it Out', which reminds me. I owe you one jerk off show."
"You're taking wisdom lessons from rock bands," Nick says. Not that Nick's complaining.
Greg shifts his laptop onto the coffee table and does a full body stretch that does wonders to Nick's hard on. "And you, my lovely friend, you take wisdom lessons from who... Dolly Parton?"
"Uh, no..."
"Country music. They're all the same," Greg pulls Nick over him and down for a small peck on his lips. "To each their own musical swami," Greg whispers and nips for another kiss, and unbuttons Nick's shirt, which Greg loathe, "and their own choice of clothing."
"Can't say we agree on everything," Nick chuckles as he lifts Greg's t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.
"But we do agree on what's important." Greg traces a line across Nick's jaw and licks the tip of that loveable nose (Well, Greg always think so).
"Like being in love and being together." Like being together, forever. And Nick likes that thought.
"There's that. But I was thinking more along the line of Gay Kamasutra." Greg pushes Nick away and rolls onto the floor from under Nick. "Coming?" Greg stands up and makes a beeline towards their bedroom.
Nick lets out a sharp chortle before picking up the discarded clothing and following his lover's trail.
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