Title: post-Heat Ficlet
By: Caroline Crane
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG

"So are you gonna tell me how you know about the best makeout spot in town?"

Greg grins at the question, but he doesn't turn to look at Nick. "I thought you weren't the possessive type."

"Depends on the possession," Nick answers, the words skimming across the skin on the back of Greg's neck and sending a shiver through him. The air's always a little too low in the lab, and when hot breath hits the scars on the back of his neck the sensation goes straight to his groin. And he didn't know he had a temperature fetish – he didn't even know there was such a thing, but Nick can be surprising every once in awhile.

"Word gets around," Greg says, finally turning to face Nick. He grins at the intense look on the other man's face, Nick's dark eyes shining with an emotion Greg can't quite name. It makes his heart skip a beat anyway, and he has to remind himself that they're still at work so he doesn't pull Nick forward and kiss him right in the lab. "Why, you wanna check out the ambiance?"

"I can live without that kind of ambiance," Nick answers, grinning now and Greg lets out an 'oh' of mock surprise when a hand lands on his hip. "The making out part, though..."

He trails off with a smile that makes Greg's knees a little weak, and he's glad he's already leaning against his lab station. "Is that an offer?"

"My place, half an hour," Nick answers, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one's watching before he leans in and brushes his lips across Greg's neck. "That's an offer."

An offer Greg would be crazy to refuse, and when Nick pulls back he closes his hand around the front of the other man's shirt and pulls him forward for a quick kiss. "Half an hour," he says, letting go of Nick's shirt as he mentally calculates how quickly he can get out of work and back to Nick's place. "You sure you don't want to go out to the lake? I hear it's worth it."

"It'll take half an hour just to drive out there," Nick reminds him, hand still resting on Greg's hip and that's a big risk, even for Nick. "Then…what, twenty minutes to get out to the island…"

"And the rest of the day in the sun, just you and me and the lake…"

"And the tourists and the sunburn…"

"Sunblock," Greg counters, grinning when Nick rolls his eyes. "And there aren't any tourists this early in the season. We'd have the whole place to ourselves until at least noon."

He can tell Nick's resistance is starting to slip, so he leans in and breathes in Nick's scent just before he presses his mouth to the side of Nick's neck. "You'll love it, trust me."

"Okay," Nick finally says, pushing Greg away and now his cheeks are flushed, although whether it's from embarrassment or anticipation Greg's not sure. "You win. But it better be worth it."

"It will be," Greg answers, fingers brushing Nick's wrist as his hand leaves Greg's hip. "And that's a promise."