Title: Appreciation

By: Clockstopper

Pairing: Nick/Greg

Rated: NC-17

Spoilers: for Time Of Your Death
Summary: Good Old fashion smut.

Greg's mouth tasted like coffee. Almost always like coffee. Some times there was a hint of Ramen or Ben and Jerry's or those little chocolate candies that he loved so much, but it always tasted like coffee, Blue Hawaiian to be exact, with a hint of Greg underneath.

Sometimes, in the mornings, Nick liked to lean over and kiss him, despite the protests of bad morning breath, just to see if it would still taste like coffee. Sometimes, if they were both tired and too worn out from work to do anything when they got home, it did still taste like coffee. Other times, when they weren't too tired for a little something extra after shift, it tasted like Nick's cum and of course morning breath. No one could really escape morning breath.

Nick was almost entirely certain that he liked the taste of his own cum in Greg's mouth more than the coffee taste, but the jury was still out on that one. Greg tasting like coffee was something he'd figured out long before he'd even kissed Greg. It was just... Greg.

Greg's skin tasted good too. Nick couldn't really describe it. All he knew was that he loved to lick and suck and nibble at every piece of available smooth Greg skin he could when the moment allowed it. Greg didn't seem to mind. In fact he seemed to enjoy it more than anything else.

The fascination that was Greg never seemed to end for Nick. Each day was something new. They'd been talking about fantasies during the case. What everyone else's fantasies would be and how they would be able to live them out if they could. Catherine he teased Greg about his fantasy and Greg had of course come up with some sort of wacky lie. Catherine went along with it all the while shooting Nick not so secret glances that she knew exactly what kind of fantasy Greg would want and it didn't involve any blondes.

And maybe Nick was unimaginative, but his biggest fantasy would always be Greg. Tasting Greg's mouth and skin, smooth muscle quivering under his lips as he teased the heck out of Greg just for fun. Greg's hands pressing and scratching at his back as he ruthlessly pushed into him over and over again. That slight hitch in Greg's breath he got when Nick pushed into him and the words that fell from his lips as he thrust.

The unbelievable rightness of the situation and it didn't have to be sex. He was content with just being near Greg, arms wrapped tightly around him like he was the most precious thing ever.

All of it added up and served as Nick's biggest fantasy. Greg. He was it.

"What're you thinking about, Nicky?"Greg said, his voice sleepy as he shifted against Nick.

They were sitting on the couch, tv advertising something that Nick wasn't really paying attention to. Nick was in his sweats and Greg was in Nick's sweats too. They were pretty big on him and Nick couldn't help but like it.

Nick pulled him closer enjoying the feel of a sleep warmed Greg in his arms.

"Just about stuff."

"Stuff, huh, well what kind of stuff."Greg said with a smile on his face.

"You know... stuff. Nothing in particular. Just things."

"Why are you being so secretive tonight. You know I don't really have the energy to pull this out of you, right. Way to sleepy."Greg said snuggling closer to him, nose resting comfortably in the crook of Nick's neck.

"I can see that. The case tonight wasn't particularly draining."

"No, it wasn't. Comparatively, it was pretty easy, if not a little creepy."

"Creepy?"

"Yeah, you know, the idea that money can buy you happiness. That someone else could try and buy you happiness. The whole idea of paying for a fantasy..."

"You seemed on board with it earlier."

"That was in front of everyone else. They knew I was messing around. Still can't believe that Catherine could even think blondes would be part of my fantasy."Greg said.

"So what would your fantasy really be?"

"I'm not telling you. The fun thing about a fantasy is that you can replay it over and over in your head without anyone knowing."

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be nice if you could live out some of those fantasies? Come on, almost birthday boy, tell me what's your fantasy."

Greg was silent for a moment, his fingers idly stroking Nick's sides.

"Hmmm... well most of my fantasies include you in one shape or form and mostly it's about sex."

"Really."

"Well, yeah, it's a fantasy, Nick. There's the one where you tie me up and fuck me so hard I can feel if for days. There's the one where you mark me up with hickeys. There's the one where you jack off for me. That's probably one of my favorites."

Nick could feel himself getting a little warm, the mere feel of Greg lying next to him their bodies touching combined with Greg's voice was proving to be a little too much.

"There's the ones that are totally cliché and have you dressed up as a cop or a cowboy and having a little fun with role playing. And I've often thought about you bending me over Grissom's desk, everybody watching as you fuck me, taste my skin, grip my hips, listen to you grunt and talk about how you love fucking me, watch your face as you come inside of me and all I can do is grip the desk and moan loudly."

"Greg..."

"But you wanna know what gets me really hot? What fantasy makes me cum every time all over my hand and I see stars and can't think straight for at least an hour."

Nick shook his head because really, that was all he could do. Greg moved closer, mouth touching Nick's ear as he nibbled just a little bit before talking.

"The one where were right here, on this couch and your kissing me."

Nick gulped a bit.

"That's it Greggo. Pretty mild compared to the other ones."Nick said as calmly as he could though he was panting.

"Uh huh, what can I say, you're the best kisser I've ever met. You kiss like you mean it. You kiss like you're trying to devour me."

"What you mean like this."Nick said as he leaned in and captured Greg's mouth with his own.

Lips brushed against lips and Nick's tongue delved in tasting as much as he could, exploring all the crevices of Greg's mouth like he didn't know them all already. Like it was all new to him and he only had a little while to explore before it was gone. Maybe Greg was right about his kissing, but Nick never remembered kissing anyone else the way he kissed Greg.

He felt Greg's hands grip under his arms and hold onto his shoulders. Felt the moans coming from Greg reverberate into his mouth. Felt Greg's hard cock, barely clothed in sweats, hard and pushing against him and still the taste of Greg's mouth was the only thing that filled his senses.

"So... how was that?"Nick asked pulling away slightly, his breath shuddery and hoarse sounding.

His hips were still rocking against Greg's, tingles running up and down his spine every time his cock rubbed against Greg's. Greg moaned eyes closing and opening sporadically, his breath hitching.

"Yeah... that's... that's it."Greg said.

"Really... are you sure?"Nick said, his hand plunging into Greg's sweats.

"Oh fuck... Nicky."Greg said the minute Nick's hand wrapped around Greg's cock.

"You like that, baby."

"Shit... Nick... more."

"You want more. I'll give you more. How about I suck you?"Nick whispered.

Greg's answering moan was enough of an answer. Nick smiled as he slide down Greg's body, his eyes on Greg's the whole time. He slowly pulled Greg's sweats off, Greg's cock sliding out of them.

Nick listened as Greg let out a sigh of contentment and smirked a little more. He leaned his head down and kissed the top of Greg's cock, precum touching his lips. Nick's tongue lapped at the precum pooling at the top of Greg's cock. He sucked on the head of Greg's cock, loving the taste and the felt of Greg's smooth hard skin in his mouth and around his tongue. Greg's hands tangled in his hair, his hips bucking up slightly and Nick knew he was trying not to fuck Nick's mouth, trying to exhibit some control, but Greg was never good at control. Especially when it came to sex.

But Nick had to admire that he was trying so he took more of Greg's cock into his mouth, hand idly stroking the rest of Greg's cock that he couldn't take in. He could hear the wonderful noises that Greg was making and it turned him on more. Nick's hand went into his pants and he stroked in time with his strokes on Greg's cock. Nick speed up his strokes and sucked harder. The babble flowed through Greg's mouth and in a matter of moments, cum was spurting into Nick's mouth and he swallowed it all. His hand sped up on his own cock and seconds later he was coming too.

Nick pulled off and climbed up the couch, snuggling back into the part he had been laying in before. Greg's eyes were still closed and every once in awhile he'd gulp a bit. It took a few moments before Greg could open his eyes.

"That never gets old."

"Well, I'd hope not."

"Hmm... no, still the best. Do you want me to..."

"No... it's okay. Already took care of it, babe."

"Really... wow... and I missed it."

Nick laughed and Greg giggled, a little snort emitting from Greg.

"Sorry, babe, but you know what you do to me."Nick said as he started licking and nibbling at Greg's neck.

"Hmmm... yeah I guess. You know, you really have a bit of an oral fixation when it comes to me. You really need to stop. I'm wiped."

"I bet you are."

Greg groaned.

"Nicky, please. Can we just go to sleep? I can barely keep my eyes open."

"Sure, Greg. Guess we'll just have to work on the rest of those fantasies later."

"I'm so holding you to that."


FIN