Leggo My Greggo
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CSI › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,292
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A&M
“A & M”
Warrick had to double- take when Nick and Greg had returned from their crime scene. The double- take wasn't for one of Greg's loud shirts, those had actually cut down since Greg had made CSI Level 2. No, Warrick had to double take because of the symbolism of what he saw.
There in all his glory; stood Greg Sanders in one of Nick's A&M sweatshirts.
Now Nick Stokes usually screamed sacrilege at Warrick every time he asked the Texan if he had a sweatshirt Warrick could borrow. And yet here was Greggo wearing it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nevermind, that Nick's eyes rarely left the ex- lab tech. Warrick wondered if he would have to be the one to point out the real reason that Greg was wearing the sweatshirt.
It was nearing the end of shift and Nick had a permanent blush and an unnatural stutter, all in the effort of trying to explain Greg's attire. The two of them had actually been at their crime scene when Greg had taken a step backwards into a pool of blood that had belonged to a second, previously undiscovered victim and then had promptly slipped and fell.
The Level 2 had been practically drowning in the victim's blood. So Nick had loaned the ex- lab tech his spare set of clothes; a pair of jeans that slipped down narrow hips and his favorite A&M sweatshirt, forgetting that they each had a set of jumps suits in the back of the Denali.
Somehow it felt right. And it didn't hurt that Greg looked damn hot.
Because of that, Nick had been fighting down his body's reaction all afternoon. And judging from the looks from well... everyone, Nick knew that everyone knew what Nick's feelings in the matter were. After all, no girlfriend, best friend, sibling, or co- worker was ever allowed to even joke about putting on one of Nick's A&M shirts. This was history in the making; a bold statement that everyone had figured out except the man that Nick had really wanted to know.
Of coarse, even Nick without the subtle hints, knowing looks, and “are you serious?!” had trouble figuring out Greg looked so perfect in his old college clothes. Everyone quickly made him see the truth. What Nick found out was that he really wanted was to see Greg in those clothes all the time; especially while lounging in Nick's house on their days off or maybe shortly after a great round of hot, steamy... ehhmm. Now Nick just had to get Greg to figure it out.
~~~
At the end of shift, Nick found Greg in the locker room changing. Off came the sweatshirt to reveal a lithe, pale torso that Nick wanted nothing more than to run his hands down. The shirt was followed by the belt and the button on the loose jeans and suddenly Nick couldn't take it any more.
Seconds later he was pushing the surprised ex- lab tech roughly against the lockers. Nick watched the fluttering lashes slide over chocolate- brown eyes before he brought their mouths together in an electrically charged, passionate kiss. It only took all of a second for Greg to fist Nick's shirt and drag the Texan in closer.
As Nick aligned their hips, he realized that not only had he found someone more than worthy to wear his A&M clothes, he may have found someone more important than the clothes themselves.
Or at least he had found someone who, with one smoldering look had Nick burning with desire, A&M sweatshirt be damned.
Warrick had to double- take when Nick and Greg had returned from their crime scene. The double- take wasn't for one of Greg's loud shirts, those had actually cut down since Greg had made CSI Level 2. No, Warrick had to double take because of the symbolism of what he saw.
There in all his glory; stood Greg Sanders in one of Nick's A&M sweatshirts.
Now Nick Stokes usually screamed sacrilege at Warrick every time he asked the Texan if he had a sweatshirt Warrick could borrow. And yet here was Greggo wearing it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nevermind, that Nick's eyes rarely left the ex- lab tech. Warrick wondered if he would have to be the one to point out the real reason that Greg was wearing the sweatshirt.
It was nearing the end of shift and Nick had a permanent blush and an unnatural stutter, all in the effort of trying to explain Greg's attire. The two of them had actually been at their crime scene when Greg had taken a step backwards into a pool of blood that had belonged to a second, previously undiscovered victim and then had promptly slipped and fell.
The Level 2 had been practically drowning in the victim's blood. So Nick had loaned the ex- lab tech his spare set of clothes; a pair of jeans that slipped down narrow hips and his favorite A&M sweatshirt, forgetting that they each had a set of jumps suits in the back of the Denali.
Somehow it felt right. And it didn't hurt that Greg looked damn hot.
Because of that, Nick had been fighting down his body's reaction all afternoon. And judging from the looks from well... everyone, Nick knew that everyone knew what Nick's feelings in the matter were. After all, no girlfriend, best friend, sibling, or co- worker was ever allowed to even joke about putting on one of Nick's A&M shirts. This was history in the making; a bold statement that everyone had figured out except the man that Nick had really wanted to know.
Of coarse, even Nick without the subtle hints, knowing looks, and “are you serious?!” had trouble figuring out Greg looked so perfect in his old college clothes. Everyone quickly made him see the truth. What Nick found out was that he really wanted was to see Greg in those clothes all the time; especially while lounging in Nick's house on their days off or maybe shortly after a great round of hot, steamy... ehhmm. Now Nick just had to get Greg to figure it out.
~~~
At the end of shift, Nick found Greg in the locker room changing. Off came the sweatshirt to reveal a lithe, pale torso that Nick wanted nothing more than to run his hands down. The shirt was followed by the belt and the button on the loose jeans and suddenly Nick couldn't take it any more.
Seconds later he was pushing the surprised ex- lab tech roughly against the lockers. Nick watched the fluttering lashes slide over chocolate- brown eyes before he brought their mouths together in an electrically charged, passionate kiss. It only took all of a second for Greg to fist Nick's shirt and drag the Texan in closer.
As Nick aligned their hips, he realized that not only had he found someone more than worthy to wear his A&M clothes, he may have found someone more important than the clothes themselves.
Or at least he had found someone who, with one smoldering look had Nick burning with desire, A&M sweatshirt be damned.