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fic: greg hojem sanders is an elitist

2008-07-31T02:49:15Z

Title: Gregory Hojem Sanders is an Elitist
Author: rose/stylistixs
Fandom: CSI: Nick/Greg
Characters: Nick Stokes, Greg Sanders
Prompt: --
Word Count: 708
Genre: Fluff.
Summary: We all know that Greg loves his Blue Hawaiian.
Rating: Soft R. For language and ~innuendo~.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. All a matter of fiction.
Author's Note: Inspired slightly by the Blood Brothers song "This Adultery is Ripe". Listening to Jordan screaming "Baby I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap" picked my interest just a little.

Nick never understood it. Why, after so many months of dating and sex, Greg refused to spend the night over at his place. He had in the early days of the relationship, alternating between beds, Greg often burrowing deep beneath the covers for that extra hour of sleep staying over at Nick’s place would grant him, since Greg’s condo was further away from work, and he’d often get caught in traffic.

Nick wanted to know, though. Understand the gradual dismissal of his apartment as a good place for sex. Nick wondered maybe if it was the bed; he liked his Queen size mattress firm, while Greg’s was a King size, soft and bouncy.

He thought maybe it was due to the noisy neighbors, often leaving their stereos on at full blast, despite a two and a half foot wall between the rooms. Then again, Greg often left his stereo on while he slept, and it never bothered him.

It did bother Nick though, as Greg once again pulled into the parking space Nick had come to know real well. He groaned lightly; whether it was from the confusion or from the palm pressed flat against his crotch, Nick wasn’t really sure. Nor was he levelheaded enough to bring it up correctly.

“Why...Why are we here?” Which is why Nick brought it up incorrectly. Greg smiled in return, palm pressing harder into the black slacks.

“I think you know why you’re here Nicky.” Greg’s fingertips pushed the hem of the buttoned down shirt up, moving against defined abs.

Nick took in a shaky breath and closed his eyes and the fingers ghosted over sensitive and taut muscles. “I mean, why always your place.” Greg’s left hand trailed up Nick’s shirt simultaneously, and Nick’s sentence faltered, ending on a higher pitch.

Greg just rolled his eyes and opened his side door, motioning for Nick to do the same. “Quit your whining, or you ain’t getting jack tonight.”

Nick knew that Greg would stay true to his threats; the rest of the night, Nick’s only words were those of incoherency as Greg fucked him on the kitchen counter, his belt landing somewhere on top of the fridge.

He’d get it tomorrow, he thought sleepily, as Greg purred into his chest in bed. Tomorrow, he’d also get an answer to his question.

**

Nick awoke to an empty bed, but the strong smell of Blue Hawaiian filtered through the semi-open door. He grabbed a pair of boxers lying on the floor, Greg’s obviously, since he’d lost his in the living room some hours earlier. Nick padded into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Greg’s back and resting his head on the man’s shoulder.

“And a good morning to you,” Greg chuckled as Nick’s stubble scratched along his back. Nick just grunted a response and kissed the back of his neck. “Breakfast?” Greg asked, attempting to turn around in Nick’s hold.

Nick wasn’t having any of that. “Not until you answer my question.” It came out scratchy, and not as threatening as he’d hoped for. Greg just raised an eyebrow.

“What question?” Greg looked absolutely puzzled.

“Last night, in the car, before you decided to manhandle me,” Greg snorted, “I asked you why we always come over to your place to do the deed if one if us is staying the night.”

Greg laughed, curling his arms around Nick’s neck and shoulders as he turned to face him. “No better time to say it then?”

Nick was confused. “Say what”?

Greg laughed again, eyes sparkling, mouth stretched wide in a smile. “You’re absolutely adorable when you’d make us breakfast at your place, but, dude.” Greg paused, a deep laughing escaping his lips. Nick frowned.

“But, dude, what?” He growled.

Greg continued laughing, his mouth pressed against the tan neck. “Your coffee tastes like the clap.”

Nick sputtered, because really, what could one respond to that with?

Nothing.

After a several minutes of laughter from Greg, due to Nick’s expression of shock, he finally gave him a break. “But if you promise to stock Blue Hawaiian, we’ll go back to alternating love nests.” He kissed Nick’s cheek.

Nick nodded, still too stunned to talk. “The clap?”

Greg just laughed again. “Yeah dude, the clap.”

to-do list

2008-06-04T01:19:21Z

fic to come

csi
-nick/greg; in honor of national masturbation awarness month. with a live event in san francisco. greg asks for some time off for 'personal reasons'.
-nick/greg; case file. pre-season 5. greg practices a little more in the field, with nick as his shadower.
-nick/greg; nick's casual advances on greg catch up to him.
-nick/greg; inspired by 'landlocked blues' by bright eyes
-- series/two parter? 'first day of my life' by bright eyes
-nick/greg; case file. a serial kidnapper is leaving the csi's clues. but they can't decode them.
-case file; inspired by 'build god, then we'll talk' by panic!at the disco
-nick/greg; post-ep for gum drops. nick wants to adopt cassie.
-nick/greg; inspired by ep 'room service'. breath control play.
-nick/greg; greg organizes a little getaway for him and nicky. sara helps, sorta.

footie
-cristian/andrea; why andrea followed cristian to germany.
-cristian/andrea; rped fic with stef.

bandom

to be added.

fic: shift

2008-06-03T03:56:03Z

first fic in many, many months, and first foray into nick/greg. feedback would be great.

title: shift
rating: pg, for words
warnings: homophobic attitude
an: fluff. takes place after sherlock, but before season 8.

It had been a quiet day at work. Both Nick and Greg were seated in the break room, Greg stirring his cup of soup while Nick added another pack of sweetener to his coffee. He looked up as Greg slurped his noodles, splashing broth over the CSI’s face. He grimaced and sat down across.

“I still don’t know how you eat those damn things.”

“I-” Greg never got to finish as Grissom walked in, sighing.

“Nick, Greg, I need you to take over a case from days,” he stated casually, wiping his glasses with the end of his shirt.

Nick arched an eyebrow. “Conflict of interest?” Grissom’s eyeglasses returned to his face and he paused, giving time for Greg to slurp away. Now it was Grissom’s turn to raise a brow.

“You could call it that.” Another pause as Grissom looked through the folder and Nick took a sip of coffee. “Michael from days had been overheard by the vic’s girlfriend, saying something none too nicely. She filed a discrimination suit against him. Undersheriff thought it’d be best to hand the case to another shift.” He placed the brown file folder on the table and turned to walk out.

“What did he say?” Greg, always the curious one. Grissom turned around and bore a tight smile.

“Something about not wanting to work a goddamned dyke’s death. The girlfriend was still in the apartment grabbing some clothes while she stayed with her brother.”

Both Greg and Nick grimaced at the words, Greg’s eyes slanting as he could see Michael through the many glass walls, laughing away on his phone.

“Bastard.”

“On your own time, Greg,” were the last words from Grissom as he exited the room.

Nick nodded, more for himself than for anything else, and pushed his chair back to stand, staring at Greg. “You okay?”

Greg shook his head and stood as well, tossing his cup in the sink and running a hand over his face. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Let’s go.” He brushed by Nick on his way to the lockers, eyes boring straight ahead and a blank expression.

It wasn’t until he was safe by his locker that he frowned and slammed his fist across the metal door. He winced slightly at the pain, but was comforted that he hadn’t cut himself on one of the air vents. He sighed as arms wrapped around from behind him.

“Hey.” Greg’s lips smiled at the greeting and the soft kiss he felt brushed against his neck.

“Hey,” he answered back, running his hand over the back of Nick’s worked ones.

“You okay?” Nick pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rubbing his thumb along Greg’s side. Greg nodded this time, pressing into Nick’s chest, his nose in Nick’s neck.

“Some people are just assholes. That don’t deserve to work here.” Nick snickered and pressed a kiss to Greg’s forehead.

“Yeah? You going to be okay for the case?”

“The case? Not a problem. If I ever have to face Michael, though, that’s an entirely different situation.”

Nick laughed this time, releasing Greg and moving towards his own locker, grabbing his vest. They got ready in silence until Greg broke it.

“So, you think Grissom knows?” Greg’s head never left his locker as he reached deep for his field shoes. Nick just paused, arm stretched out to close his locker.

“Either he knows and he’s just testing us, or it’s really over his head. No in-betweens.” Nick closed his locker and brushed a hand across Greg’s lower back. “I’ll see you in the car.” He walked to door, throwing out “five minutes” over his shoulder. Greg chorused “yeahyeahyeahyeah” as he sat on the bench to tie his shoes, then rubbed a hand across his neck.

He hoped it was the latter.