Leggo My Greggo

“Time Restricted Playtime”


They were called in on their day off, their first day off together in two months. Thankfully, Grissom had the courtesy to put them on the same case.

Nick was busy flipping through the only three radio stations that came in, while worrying at his lower lip; first nibbling, then soothing by running a quick tongue over them. His lips were red and swollen and were seriously turning Greg on.

Today was supposed to be their day to lay in bed, only getting up for the necessities such as chocolate or more lube. And because of that, Greg's mind had done a cannon ball into the gutter yesterday; resulting in him giving Nick a very enthusiastic blowjob in the basement maintenance closet at work; and hadn't had time to come back out yet. As such, Greg was being seriously turned on by Nick's lips... like more so than usual.

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Nick was frustrated as all hell. He had wanted his lover all to himself today and had been denied, but not only that; he'd also been expected to go to work on top of it. He'd been looking forward to having Greg under him, quivering in need and now all Nick was capable of thinking about was Greg's deep moans, whimpers, and screams. It was god damn distracting! And nothing would come on the radio to cover up his thoughts and why? Because Grissom had assigned them to a case in the middle of nowhere!

Nick heard Greg clear his throat and he looked over in time to see his lover cross his legs uncomfortably. Taking in the hot flush on the younger CSI's cheeks, Nick hardened almost instantly when he recognized the lustful glaze in the brown eyes, even as the apologetic man tried to cover it up.

“Greg..!” Nick choked out, his voice barely counting as a rasp. Greg shook his head and adverted his eyes.

“Sorry, Nick.”

Nick could only nod and turn back to the road. But five minuted later, when Nick's knuckles had long since turned white from his tight grip on the steering wheel and he couldn't stand it any longer, Nick braked suddenly and veered onto the shoulder of the deserted road. Throwing the Tahoe in park, Nick turned to his lover with a feral look.

Greg, who had startled out of his train of thought, looked around wildly for the reason behind the sudden stop. His eyes darted to Nick, checking for possible injuries but his search came to an abrupt standstill when he saw the blazing passion in his lover's eyes.

“Nick...?” It was Greg's turn to whisper out while he fumbled for his seat belt.

As soon as it was off, Nick surged across the distance between them, his hand gripping the back of Greg's neck to pull the younger man in for a rough kiss. When he pulled back, Greg's eyes were wide but there was a heavy dose of arousal pumping through the dilated pupils. After only a second, Nick dove back in nipping, biting and then soothing his way from Greg's lips down the junction of Greg's neck and shoulder.

With one hand at the small of his lover's back and the other twisting in his lover's curls, Nick had successfully dragged Greg's hips toward him while at the same time pulling Greg's head back to expose his beautiful throat. The arch of the ex- labrat's back must have been uncomfortable, but the younger man did nothing but groan when Nick attached his lips to the side of Greg's neck and sucked hard.

Greg gave a high- pitched whine and tried to thrust his hips up into Nick, but their positioning and the center console; which was digging into Nick's ribs; easily prevented it. Nick was determined to fix that. Wrapping an arm around Greg's slender waist and grabbing a handful of Greggo behind, Nick hefted the squirming labtech up onto the center console. Nick trailed his hand down from the tempting ass to his thigh, then calf, and finally foot as Greg dragged himself into the backseat.

Beckoned on by Greg's smoldering, dark eyes, Nick prowled after him. Even in the tight space, it didn't take long until they were both vest and shirtless. Greg wrapped his around Nick and pulled the Texan on top of him, cradling him between bent knees. When Nick attacked Greg's neck, Greg couldn't fight the groan and his body's instinct to arch. His naked chest met Nick's and their denim- covered erections caught. Nick captured Greg's wrists and pinned them to the door with one hand.

As Nick fumbled with something on his belt, his mouth latched onto Greg's nipple. Greg to let out a long, low keen that had Nick growlin along with him. Cold metal circled his wrists, and Greg's eyes; which had closed around the time Nick's mouth had found his neck; flew open in surprise. Testing the unforgiving metal, Greg realized that while the cuffs weren't tight, they did restrain him.

Blinking up in confusion at his lover, Greg noticed the Texan's nostrils flare wildly as he panted heavily, desire and arousal flushing his entire gorgeous body. Greg's breath caught in his throat so that when he tried to speak all that came out was a dry croak.

“...Nicky...Nicky, we don't have time...” Nick cut off his next words with a rough, hard kiss and Greg could only groan and clutch the door handle. Greg gasped for air when Nick released his lips only to continue to lay a trail of hot kissed down his jaw, neck, shoulder, nipples, and stomach. Then he trembled when Nick's kisses trailed even lower and the man's nimble fingers unbuttoned and yanked off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. Then the Texan's mouth was on his cock and he was in heaven.

Greg thrust his hips up uncontrollably a few times before Nick's hands caught them and held them down. He couldn't hear his own pants and gasps because of the blood pounding in his ears. Nick's throat muscles worked over Greg's cock, swallowing his pre-cum. But all too soon Nick pulled off, ignoring Greg's pleas and threats while he stripped off his own his own jeans and briefs. He was back quickly, kissing Greg, dominating him.

Nick ran a somehow gentle hand down Greg's thigh, knee, and calf; urging Greg's leg up onto his shoulder. Greg greedily latched onto the two fingers Nick had pressed against his lips, only to protest when they too disappeared. Those protests were swallowed by Nick in a heated press of lips on lips, even when those moans of protests turned into moans of encouragement when he felt those fingers at his entrance slowly pushing their way into his tight channel. Greg threw his head back in bliss. A third finger made its way in, stretching and preparing him painstakingly carefully even though Greg could feel Nick's taut muscles quivering with the effort of holding himself back. Greg arched his back and pressed himself down onto Nick's invading digits..

“Fuck me... now, Nicky.” That low commanding plea seemed to snap whatever control Nick had had because the Texan quickly spit into his palm, coated his erection, and positioned himself. With the head of his cock at his lover's entrance, Nick leaned down to press his entire body along Greg's and with his hands quilting Greg's where they clutched at the handle of the door, Nick lowered his lips to kiss his lover the same moment he thrust in.

Covering Greg's scream, Nick was about to pull out to thrust back in when Greg's long legs wrapped around his waist and pulled Nick in deeper. Nick could only gasp out and then inhale sharply at the feel of Greg's hot, tight channel surrounding him. Tongues intertwined as Nick pumped his hips a few times before drawing out and thrusting back in. The two of them set a fast, almost brutal rhythm with Nick slamming into Greg's prostate dead- on every time and groaning when his lover's tight heat quivered around him.

With a final scream of his lover's name, Greg came hard in between their bodies. As Nick felt the younger man tightened and clench around him, he managed a few more thrusts before he too came. Nick sagged, resting most of his weight on the sated man underneath him. But after a good ten minutes, Nick felt Greg shift under him and then awkwardly kiss his hair.

He flexed and lifted himself up from his comfortable spot on Greg's chest. Peering down at the content, sated, beautiful man pinned under him, Nick couldn't stop the affectionate smile from reaching his eyes. Greg smiled back, his own eyes drooping a little in sleepiness.

“What, Nicky?”

“You're glowing, baby.” Greg kept his eyelids low and his voice matched.

“Get these cuffs off me, Nicky.” Nick complied, savoring the feel of Greg's soft skin before it was covered by one of his horrendous shirts.

As soon as Nick unlocked the second cuff, Greg propped himself up on one hand while he cradled the side of Nick's face with the other. They met in a tender kiss, completely contradictory to the passion they had just shared. It was one of the things Nick loved about Greg; he was able to switch the mood around him in seconds. From stony to playful, uptight to relaxed, content to... turned on; somehow it affected anyone around him.

Nick felt more than heard the murmured, “I love you, Nicky,” against his lips and Nick quickly returned the sentiment with his own, “I love you too, G,” and a kiss.

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When they finally got to the scene an hour late, Brass met them at the door with an abrupt, “You two are late.”

Greg merely gave Nick a heat- inducing look before shrugging, and replying with a nonchalant, “We just... got lost.” And then walked away, leaving Nick to take the heat. Brass just raised an amused eyebrow and Nick had a feeling that the Captain knew exactly what they had spent the hour on. But Nick just casually shrugged, trying to keep the guilty nerves from showing on his face.

“Hey, when Gris restricts our...ehhmm... free- time, we have to improvise.” Brass chuckled.

“I've been doing that for years.” Then he winked and left a very alarmed, a very red, and a very embarrassed Texan standing on the front lawn wondering--- HOPING the Captain had just been joking.

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