Leggo My Greggo
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,293
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.
Staked Claim
“Staked Claim”
Greg saw the looks. Greg saw the touches. Greg saw Nick's blushes. And Greg definitely saw the little tramps devious smiles. And Greg was fuming.
Warrick noticed, he had been partnered on a case with Greg all day and the CSI Level 3 had stayed out of the DNA genius' way and had wisely gone to find Sara.
Greg knew that Nick was a nice guy, so even if Nick wasn't oblivious to the flirting, he wouldn't do anything but blush and stutter until he could leave. And right now Greg was cursing Nick for it. After all, the little tramp was using underhanded, dirty techniques to get Nick's attention on her; never mind that Greg had done the same thing. At least he had done it when Nick wasn't already in a relationship.
Catherine walked in, her eyes widened, and then she hurried back out while scrambling for her phone. Greg knew his expression must have looked thunderous, but after three years of agonizingly subtle and careful flirting, Greg had finally snagged his Texan and here was this little home- wrecker trying to steal him away. Another glance in his old DNA lab and Greg's severe irritation turned into an extremely pissed- off twitch.
Screw this, he wasn't going to let this little red- headed priss steal his Texan. Hell no.
The halls seem to clear and the lab rats looked on with illy hidden interest and excitement. It wasn't everyday that you got to see a pissed- off, irritated, or even down- beat Greggo. Plus the little wrench acted as if she owned the place after only a day; they got enough of that from Hodges and Eckley.
Catherine, Sara, and Warrick raced into the hallway at the same time they saw the heel of Greg's converse shoes disappear into the DNA lab. They were just in time to see the show. A possessive Greggo, was a dangerous Greggo.
~~~
Nick caught a glimpse of Greg's black Manson shirt and tried his best not to look relieved. He just wanted his results damn it! And what does he get? Felt up.
Normally this would be a happy event for Nick. But in the past few months, he had come to terms with that fact that he'd never find someone who could possibly compete with the man, the smart, quirky, beautiful man that shared his bed. Nothing could compete with the dazzling smile, intelligent, the warm brown eyes, the flexibility and sensitivity, not to mention the soft, needy noises his Greggo made!
Even while said Greggo stormed into the DNA lab with a murderous expression; all Nick could think was 'Hot Damn!' Then his slender , wacky, gorgeous lover suddenly down- shifted, and all Nick could think was 'Oh shit...”
Gone was the murderous glare; instead there was a blank look. Gone were the tight muscles and clenched fists; now there was a casual stance and slightly swaggering gait.
Greg stopped at Nick's side, his shoulder brushing the back of Nick's shoulder blade. His posture was seemingly friendly and curious, but Nick could feel the possessiveness radiating off the younger man and he couldn't help but get a little turned on.
Greg was well into his space much like he always was before he and Nick had become lovers. And normally the lack of space would get a raised eyebrow and an 'oh, I get it,' but the irritating woman just shot Greg a “friendly” hello.
“Hello, Gregory.” Nick could hear the challenge and he could feel his lover bristle in anger behind him when the ex- lab tech leaned forward to stage- whisper into his ear.
“Shift's over. Are you ready to go home?” Greg's voice was just a low rumble, but Nick could sense some insecurities in it. It amazed Nick at how confident Greg could seem, but when pushed and confronted; always believed that he wasn't good enough. Nick opened his mouth to respond, but Kirsten, the red- headed bimbo, cut him off in a snarl.
“Sorry, but Nicky's already agreed to take me to breakfast, Gregory. He's not interested in anyone but me.” When Nick felt Greg shrink back, Nick stepped in front of the other man in a protective stance that a blind person couldn't have missed.
“Look, Kirsty,” Nick glare cut off her indignant response, “I'm going home with my lover, you need to leave... Now!” With a huff, Kirsten spun around and stomped off. Nick turned to face his lover, concern displayed across his face.
“G, are you alright?” The younger man nodded as he adverted his eyes.
“Here I come all ready to fend off anyone coming onto my man, and I can't even stand up to a pissy little girl. I mean, how fuc...” And Nick cut off the bitter rant by sweeping his lover into a deep, lusty kiss. When they broke apart, Nick leaned his forehead against Greg's to murmur against his lips.
“You'll have to stake your claim and leave your bite marks a little higher, baby. You know, to warn off all these substitute lab techs.” Nick smiled and Greg flashed him a sly grin.
“The same could be said for you, Nicky.” A frown wrinkled the Texan's brow and Greg gave a short laugh.
“Tell me you don't remember Tad Anderson then.” Nick gave a low growl and swept Greg up in another kiss before mumbling.
“I don't even wanna talk about that pipsqueak.” Greg backed out of the kiss, grinning.
“Hey, I owe that pipsqueak quite a lot. He did finally get you to make a move.” Nick shook his head and pulled his lover back in for a sweet peck.
“Too true. Let's get home, I need to stake my claim.”
And the two couldn't get away from the fond smiles of their co- workers, the “oohs” and “ahs” of the lab techs, Hodges' snarky comments, and the glare of a certain “Kirsty” fast enough. What started as Greg trying to stake his claim on his Texan, ended up with an even bigger stake of claim on love.
Greg saw the looks. Greg saw the touches. Greg saw Nick's blushes. And Greg definitely saw the little tramps devious smiles. And Greg was fuming.
Warrick noticed, he had been partnered on a case with Greg all day and the CSI Level 3 had stayed out of the DNA genius' way and had wisely gone to find Sara.
Greg knew that Nick was a nice guy, so even if Nick wasn't oblivious to the flirting, he wouldn't do anything but blush and stutter until he could leave. And right now Greg was cursing Nick for it. After all, the little tramp was using underhanded, dirty techniques to get Nick's attention on her; never mind that Greg had done the same thing. At least he had done it when Nick wasn't already in a relationship.
Catherine walked in, her eyes widened, and then she hurried back out while scrambling for her phone. Greg knew his expression must have looked thunderous, but after three years of agonizingly subtle and careful flirting, Greg had finally snagged his Texan and here was this little home- wrecker trying to steal him away. Another glance in his old DNA lab and Greg's severe irritation turned into an extremely pissed- off twitch.
Screw this, he wasn't going to let this little red- headed priss steal his Texan. Hell no.
The halls seem to clear and the lab rats looked on with illy hidden interest and excitement. It wasn't everyday that you got to see a pissed- off, irritated, or even down- beat Greggo. Plus the little wrench acted as if she owned the place after only a day; they got enough of that from Hodges and Eckley.
Catherine, Sara, and Warrick raced into the hallway at the same time they saw the heel of Greg's converse shoes disappear into the DNA lab. They were just in time to see the show. A possessive Greggo, was a dangerous Greggo.
~~~
Nick caught a glimpse of Greg's black Manson shirt and tried his best not to look relieved. He just wanted his results damn it! And what does he get? Felt up.
Normally this would be a happy event for Nick. But in the past few months, he had come to terms with that fact that he'd never find someone who could possibly compete with the man, the smart, quirky, beautiful man that shared his bed. Nothing could compete with the dazzling smile, intelligent, the warm brown eyes, the flexibility and sensitivity, not to mention the soft, needy noises his Greggo made!
Even while said Greggo stormed into the DNA lab with a murderous expression; all Nick could think was 'Hot Damn!' Then his slender , wacky, gorgeous lover suddenly down- shifted, and all Nick could think was 'Oh shit...”
Gone was the murderous glare; instead there was a blank look. Gone were the tight muscles and clenched fists; now there was a casual stance and slightly swaggering gait.
Greg stopped at Nick's side, his shoulder brushing the back of Nick's shoulder blade. His posture was seemingly friendly and curious, but Nick could feel the possessiveness radiating off the younger man and he couldn't help but get a little turned on.
Greg was well into his space much like he always was before he and Nick had become lovers. And normally the lack of space would get a raised eyebrow and an 'oh, I get it,' but the irritating woman just shot Greg a “friendly” hello.
“Hello, Gregory.” Nick could hear the challenge and he could feel his lover bristle in anger behind him when the ex- lab tech leaned forward to stage- whisper into his ear.
“Shift's over. Are you ready to go home?” Greg's voice was just a low rumble, but Nick could sense some insecurities in it. It amazed Nick at how confident Greg could seem, but when pushed and confronted; always believed that he wasn't good enough. Nick opened his mouth to respond, but Kirsten, the red- headed bimbo, cut him off in a snarl.
“Sorry, but Nicky's already agreed to take me to breakfast, Gregory. He's not interested in anyone but me.” When Nick felt Greg shrink back, Nick stepped in front of the other man in a protective stance that a blind person couldn't have missed.
“Look, Kirsty,” Nick glare cut off her indignant response, “I'm going home with my lover, you need to leave... Now!” With a huff, Kirsten spun around and stomped off. Nick turned to face his lover, concern displayed across his face.
“G, are you alright?” The younger man nodded as he adverted his eyes.
“Here I come all ready to fend off anyone coming onto my man, and I can't even stand up to a pissy little girl. I mean, how fuc...” And Nick cut off the bitter rant by sweeping his lover into a deep, lusty kiss. When they broke apart, Nick leaned his forehead against Greg's to murmur against his lips.
“You'll have to stake your claim and leave your bite marks a little higher, baby. You know, to warn off all these substitute lab techs.” Nick smiled and Greg flashed him a sly grin.
“The same could be said for you, Nicky.” A frown wrinkled the Texan's brow and Greg gave a short laugh.
“Tell me you don't remember Tad Anderson then.” Nick gave a low growl and swept Greg up in another kiss before mumbling.
“I don't even wanna talk about that pipsqueak.” Greg backed out of the kiss, grinning.
“Hey, I owe that pipsqueak quite a lot. He did finally get you to make a move.” Nick shook his head and pulled his lover back in for a sweet peck.
“Too true. Let's get home, I need to stake my claim.”
And the two couldn't get away from the fond smiles of their co- workers, the “oohs” and “ahs” of the lab techs, Hodges' snarky comments, and the glare of a certain “Kirsty” fast enough. What started as Greg trying to stake his claim on his Texan, ended up with an even bigger stake of claim on love.