Title: Bunny, Run | Sweet and Sour
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13
Summary: Two short one shots for schmoop_bingo prompts. Nick finds Greg wearing bunny ears and Greg finds out that hanging around rotting bodies all shift has its up side.
Warnings: Kissing. Showering.
Disclaimer: Writers lie – just like your parents.

Written for the ‘Spring Holiday’ and ‘Back Massage’ prompts from my schmoop_bingo card.

Bunny, Run

Nick leaves the locker room, muttering to himself and flicking bits of straw from his clothing and hair. Whosever idea it was to murder someone on a chick farm at Easter was not funny, not in the slightest. Because now Nick’s going to be the butt of some terrible lab jokes for forever and his work load has just doubled. He’s got to pull a double shift now, and he really had his heart set on going home to a fresh six pack of bear and the delicious chocolate his mother sends from their local store back home in Texas every Easter.

But no. Someone’s decided that this would be the perfect time of year to go psycho on some nine to five business man with a wife and three kids, bashing his brains in with what looks to be a very large wrench before hiding his battered body in the corn feeder for the chickens. People get sickly creative around the holidays, any holiday, like it’s an excuse. Nick shakes his head and sighs, heading for the DNA lab. At least he gets one little perk in this dismal double shift, and that’s seeing Greg and his impossibly spiked hair and sparkling eyes.

When he gets to the lab, Greg’s got his head bent as he peers down a microscope. As Nick taps on the doorframe, his head shoots up. Nick stops, stunned, not quite sure he’s seeing the two little white, fluffy bunny ears clipped in to his hair. He grins and Greg scowls. “Don’t say a word,” he says, finger pointed in Nick’s direction.

“Wasn’t gonna,” Nick replies.

“And definitely don’t go and tell Hodges how ridiculous you think I look. He’s already been in here three times in the last hour to gloat,” he grumps, slamming his pen down on the desk.

Nick cocks his hip and folds his arms across his chest. “I don’t,” he blurts with a ridiculous grin, “think you look ridiculous,” he finishes.

Greg gives him a lop sided smile, bunny ears tilted. “Really?”

Nick nods before rubbing the back of his neck. “So, how’d you wind up with bunny ears?”

“Uh…I just found out my mother’s really Jessica Rabbit?” Nick laughs and Greg practically beams back at him. “I lost a bet with Hodges,” he finally says, sighing and turning to lean back on the desk.

“Do I even want to know what kind of bet?”

Greg shakes his head. “Probably not. But I have to wear these all shift.”

Nick shrugs a little. “I could think of a lot worse things to look at.” Greg looks up again and blushes, genuinely blushes and Nick has to double take to make sure he’s not seeing things.

“Yeah,” Greg laughs almost nervously. “Imagine if Hodges had lost.”

“Ugh,” Nick visibly shudders. “Definitely a good job you lost.”

“I think I lost on purpose, on some level. To save the lab from the unsightly sight of Hodges in bunny ears.” Nick reaches out and plants a hand on Greg’s shoulder.

“Well, Greggo. I thank you for taking one for the team.” Greg looks from Nick, to the hand on his shoulder and back again.

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, warm and bright. Nick takes his hand away and Greg instantly misses the contact.

“In fact, I’m gonna take you to breakfast later to show my gratitude.” Greg nods, almost dumbfounded as Nick collects the file from Greg’s desk and makes for the exit. Before he leaves, he turn back and add, “Oh, and you can keep the bunny ears on,” he winks.
Sweet and Sour

Greg used to love it when Nick came home smelling like death warmed up, because it always meant one thing. No, scratch that. It always meant two things. One was a very wet and naked Nick in a nice hot shower, and the other – lemons.

At the grocery store, Greg would always buy a whole damn bag of them, ready to spout off some bullshit about lemon zest cupcakes to the nosey check out girl – when what he really wanted to say was I am going to rub these all over my super hot CSI boyfriend and you can’t watch! So HA!

But now, as he stands in the shower squeezing half a lemon over his hair, he wonders if he’ll enjoy it as much as he used to, back when he was in the lab and he didn’t have to actually be at the scenes that made one smell like rotting bad breath. He runs a hand through his hair and smells his fingers. Death – with a hint of lemon! Ugh, he thinks. This is not going well.

There’s the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing again, along with the brief gust of cold air, and Greg smiles to himself. “I smell lemons!” he hears Nick sing song just before the shower curtain in whipped back. “Oh, baby,” he grins. “Liquefied body?”

“Melted, cooked and cooled again,” Greg grimaces. “I’m going to smell like this forever.”

Nick laughs. “No you won’t,” and he picks up half a lemon. “We’ll have you smelling like spring in no time.” Greg sighs and shakes his head, but Nick still persists. “Hey, you always did a good job with me.” Greg smiles a little.

“Yeah, that’s because I enjoyed it a lot more when it was you.” Nick hands the lemon to Greg before stepping back and grapping his t-shirt. He pulls it off and proceeds in stripping off the rest of his clothes. Greg quirks an eyebrow, but can’t stop grinning, as Nick hops himself in to the shower. He presses Greg’s back to his chest and grabs the lemon again.

“So let me have all the fun, then,” he whispers in to Greg’s ear, making him shiver and his knees feel weak.

Greg sighs dramatically. “Oh alright. If you insist.” Nick squeezes the lemon on to Greg’s shoulder, rubbing it over his skin before trailing the fruit down Greg’s chest, stomach and on to his abdomen. Greg groans. Oh God, he’s never going to be able to look at a lemon the same way ever again.

When the lemon is all used up Nick lets it drop in to the tub. He then rubs at the sticky juice on Greg’s skin, working it in to the flesh as Greg bites his lip to hold back the embarrassing little noises that are collecting in his throat. Nick drags his hands ‘round to Greg’s back where he starts to rub again, digging his thumbs in to Greg’s sore muscles. Greg sighs and leans back, his head resting on Nick’s shoulder. Nick grins down at him before diving in for a short, wet kiss as he continues to work his hands up Greg’s back.

Greg could definitely get on board with this. Maybe he’ll offer to go down to autopsy with the body next shift.