Title: It's In His Jeans
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nick has an accident at a crime scene and Greg can't control himself when he sees the results. For hjonothan - if you ask you will receive! *grin*

Greg was sitting in the break room having a yawn and a stretch when out of the corner of his eye he noticed Nick, well, shuffling down the corridor. He had a case file positioned over his ass and he was looking over his shoulder every couple of steps.

“Hey Stokes!” Greg called out as he drew level with the break room.

“Hey Sanders.”

“Nicky, what’s with the crab walk? It was me who got fucked last night, three times, remember?” Nick blushed, looked over both shoulders and shuffled into the break room, closing the door behind him.

“It’s my pants.”

“Did I shrink ‘em in the wash again?”

“No G. I . . . Um . . . Well, you know I like ‘em tight.”

“Oh yeah.” Greg suddenly had that predatory look in his eyes, like Nick was a prime piece of steak and he hadn’t eaten in a week. “Hell yeah.” Greg licked his lips and smiled, letting his eyes travel slowly up and down Nick’s body.

“Well. I was bending over to swab something and . . .” Suddenly Nick hears helpless laughter and a thud as Greg’s head hits the table. “Yeah, I split ‘em.”

“Oh Nicky, that is priceless. Where’d you split ‘em?” He knew, he really knew. He just wanted to hear Nick say it.

“You know.”

”No, where?”

“You know, there.”

“Where is there, Nicky?” Nick let out an exasperated sigh.

“My ass G.” Greg watches as the tips of Nick’s ears go pink. “Right up my . . . Crack.” And once again, Greg collapses into a helpless fit of giggles. Nick looks at him, head on his side, and realises he can actually see the funny side of the situation. He smiles and then feels the first bubbles of laughter escape from his lips. Soon he is roaring along with Greg, holding his side as he gets a stitch. “Oh well, could be worse, right?”

“Exactly.” Greg gazes into Nick’s eyes. “Now come and give me a little sugar and then get that beautiful ass back to work.” Nick leans over the table and gently kisses Greg’s lips before turning around, wiggling his ass and walking out much more normally than he walked in. Greg smiles as he watches him go, his eyes dropping to that fine ass, and gets an eye full that is a revelation.

“Oh shit. He’s not wearing boxers!”

Greg is stunned into silence for a bit, mouth gaping like a fish. He is torn between telling Nick and sparing him his blushes or not saying anything and getting a fantastic view all night. He watches Nick go into the layout room next to his lab. It’s pretty quiet all around and Hodges has his work station deliberately facing away from Greg so there is no way he could see Nick.

“What the hell.” Greg decided to just watch. He made some Blue Hawaiian and went back to work.

Only he didn’t go back to work, because every time he looked up he got a delicious view of Nick’s rosy little pucker. It had been a long time since Nick had bottomed for him. Last time was against the wall of a nightclub if his memory didn’t fail him. Now that had been a hot night. Not that he minded. He really loved the feel of Nick’s hot, hard cock buried in his ass. But Nick bottoming? Wow. So staring at that ass, those sweet cheeks, that tight little hole. Well, it had made his jeans a hell of a lot tighter all night.

Eventually Greg just couldn’t take it any more. Nick kept bending over, repositioning things on the table. Each time he leaned over his ass was in the air. Greg couldn’t take his eyes off him. Every time that ass went up, his hand travelled down. He rubbed himself repeatedly through his jeans. Each time allowing himself to continue until he moaned, then he knew he had to stop. He had been hard for hours, and to top it all his boxers were becoming damp and sticky with precum. No, it was no good. He needed Nick and he needed him now.

Greg ran from the lab into the layout room, sucking his finger as he went.

“Hey Sunshine, where’s the fire?” And just as Nick finished his sentence Greg was leaning on him and shoving his finger into Nick’s hole. “Oh fuck.” Greg began to slide his finger in and out, pressing his own erection against Nick’s ass.

“Look at what you’re doing to me.” He thrust gently against Nick. “You and those damn jeans.” Nick leaned back, his head on Greg’s shoulder. Greg slowly took his finger out.

“No, don’t stop.” Greg did his lab coat up to hide his obvious desire.

“You, bathroom, now.” And Greg stormed out to the disabled bathroom at the end of the hall. Nick followed, a slight flush gracing his cheeks.

As soon as he was in the bathroom Greg had him pinned to the door. Their lips met, all teeth and tongue, Nick feeling like Greg was trying to make him cum from the kiss alone. He sucked his tongue, explored his mouth, stroked every bit of his moist mouth as if he had never tasted Nick before.

“You are so fucking hot.” Greg grabbed Nick’s hand and slid it down into his boxers where he made him palm his cock. “See?” Nick squeezed gently and Greg moaned into his mouth. “I’m all sticky. I’ve been hard and leaking for hours because of you. What are you gonna do about it?” And Greg once more attached his lips to Nick’s. Nick left his hand down Greg’s boxers, alternating between squeezing and rubbing. Greg gasped and moaned into Nick’s mouth and thrust eagerly into his hand.

Suddenly Nick was pulling away and dropping to his knees. Greg had a glazed look on his eyes and his chest was heaving as he struggled to breathe normally. He grabbed Nick’s hand on the way down and sucked his fingers into his mouth, sucking the remains of himself from them, letting his tongue play between them and getting them wet.

Nick undid Greg’s jeans and pulled down his boxers. He gently rubbed the fingers around Greg’s hole then as he slid the first finger inside he took Greg’s cock into his mouth. Greg let out a cry and his hips bucked forward, burying his cock even further in Nick’s hot, wet mouth. Greg slid his fingers into Nick’s hair, entwining them and clinging on. Nick hollowed his cheeks and began to suck, drawing Greg’s cock in and out of his mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of his ass, stroking his prostate with every thrust. His tongue played around the tip, stroking the underside and the slit that was leaking Greg’s essence.

“Oh fuck Nick, yes . . . Faster . . . Please, suck me faster . . . Oh that feels so good.” Nick carried on sucking, feeling Greg’s legs start to tremble. “No . . . Stop.” And Greg pulled him up by his shoulders. “I want to cum inside you. Please?”

Nick appeared to think about it for a second before attaching himself to Greg’s lips once more, this kiss more urgent and passionate than the last. Nick was thrusting against Greg with equal force this time. He now had a throbbing hard on of his own and he really wanted to bury it in Greg, but right now Greg needed him and he would be lying if he said he didn’t find the fact he could turn his lover on that much arousing. He let Greg position him where he wanted him.

“Over by the sink.” Nick walked over, Greg shuffling behind him as his trousers and boxers are around his ankles. “Put your hands on the ledge and bend over.” Nick does, and then suddenly that finger is back inside him, reaching out for his prostate. When Greg finds it his muscles clamp down on Greg’s finger, his hips buck forward and he cries out.

“Right there Sunshine. Do it again.” Greg added a second finger and did it again, softly scissoring them and twisting them to play with Nick’s prostate. Nick started thrusting back onto Greg’s fingers, begging for a third, which Greg happily added. "Now Greg. Please. I need you inside me. Fuck me now."

Greg licked his palms and glides them over his cock before placing the head at Nick’s opening.

“Ready?”

“Oh god yes.” Greg began to push inside Nick, gently, inch by inch until he was all the way in. He took a couple of seconds to steady his breathing and pull himself back from the brink but then he began to pull back and thrust forward agonisingly slowly. “Faster, harder . . . Please Sunshine . . . You won’t hurt me.”

Greg began to speed up his thrusts, letting one hand drop to Nick’s erection. He slicked his thumb around the head, using the moisture there to make Nick gasp with pleasure at the delicious contact. Then he wrapped his left hand around Nick and began to tug. Up with an in thrust and down with an out thrust. The pleasure was soon too much for Nick and his orgasm hit with no warning. Suddenly his head was thrown back, he was screaming Greg’s name and his cum was all over the counter top.

Nick’s muscles clamped down hard on Greg, massaging him from the inside. Greg had been close to exploding since this all started and it was too much for him.

“Yes Nicky!” He screamed, emptying himself deep within the man he loves. Both exhausted, they sank to the floor in each others arms, snuggled together and panting.

“Sorry.” Mumbled Greg. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“So I gathered.” Nick ruffled Greg’s hair and Greg tried to swat his hand away. “So what am I going to tell everyone when they find you unconscious in the break room?”

“I passed out? Or I could sleep in the locker room?” Nick laughed, seeing Greg’s eyes already begin to close.

“Locker room it is. Or maybe I should throw you in a cold shower?” Greg playfully slapped Nick on the shoulder.

“Just you try Stokes, just you try.”

“Oh is that a . . .” And suddenly it hit Nick. “Wait a minute. We just fucked but I still have my pants on. How . . .” He reached his hand to the back of his pants and realised that he could feel his own ass cheeks. “Oh shit. I forgot my boxers this morning didn’t I?” Greg laughs.

“Nicky? You know you said it could be worse?” Nick shot him a death glare. “This bad enough for you?”