Title: Professional Attire
By: quettaser
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Summary: Done for the clothing challenge at ngchallenge, and for saebuffyboy who likes his boys in white. Greg needed to go shopping for a new wardrobe.

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He was nervous at first, because he'd seen the entirety of Greg's wardrobe and that didn't inspire a lot of hope. Not that the clothes weren't nice, they were. Greg understood that the extra money was worth the fine fabrics and the way it felt against his skin. But neon patterns and Marilyn Manson tees did not constitute professional attire.

So he'd offered to help Greg shop, to pick out some new clothes for his new job in the field and, well, to shamelessly ogle him in clothes they couldn't afford. But Greg had refused, with a little smirk on his face, suggesting he knew exactly how much Nick would have liked to see him in the changing room. And he left, credit card in his wallet and Nick on the couch.

And when he finally came back with six large bags and a giant grin, he grew just a little more nervous, because that kind of smile was always saved for when Greg had a surprise. Nick had learned that his surprises didn't always turn out as expected.

"Come see what I bought," said Greg, walking past Nick and towards their bedroom.

He got up and followed, hoping that there were at least enough acceptable clothes to last until Wednesday, when Nick could go shopping for him.

Greg was pulling clothes out of the bags, hanging them up in the closet.

Nick reached into the closest bag and pulled out a shirtˇKa really nice shirt.

Huh.

It was an off-white long-sleeve shirt, with wide pale yellow stripes. He would look really good in this. He worked his way through the bag in front of him, and, wow, he didn't need to be nervous at all. Lots of great shirts, hot shirts, but all work-appropriateˇKwell, appropriate unless he saw him wearing it. Then the things he'd be thinking would not fall into the "appropriate" category.

He could feel Greg's eyes on him, feel his smile while he examined the rest of the clothing. He stood up again, smiling at Greg, proud.

"I got you a present," Greg said, pulling another bag out from behind him and handing Nick a tissue-wrapped bundle.

Nick raised an eyebrow, uneasy but curious as he tore through the paper.

Oh.

"One hundred percent silk boxer briefs," said Greg, beaming.

"Greg, I have plenty of underwear," he replied, fingering the smooth white fabric. He wondered how much Greg had paid for them, because judging by the quality and quantity of clothes Greg had come back with, his credit card bill would be through the roof this month.

"I know, but those are all cotton and ratty. These are silk. Silk, Nick, silk."

"So you say." It wasn't that they didn't feel good, they did, cool to the touch, but he didn't need fancy underwear. His regular cotton boxer briefs were just fine. Greg had never complained.

"Well, put them on," urged Greg, sitting on the bed in front of him.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, slipping off shoes and socks, before moving to unbuckle his belt. He eyed Greg, who was still grinning, eyes locked on his hands as they pushed off his pants, revealing his comfortable, worn black boxer briefs.

"Now," said Greg, reaching up to rub his thighs, "what's under these are great, but these have got to go." And then Greg's hands were on the waistband, yanking his underwear down.

"Greg!"

"What, you can't be half-naked in your own house?" asked Greg, putting his hands on the back of Nick's thighs, pulling him closer, in between his legs.

"Normally other things are going on when I'm half-naked," said Nick, very aware of the proximity of his cock to Greg's mouth.

"Patience," mumbled Greg, tracing his mouth along Nick's sex lines. He pulled back again and handed Nick the boxer briefs.

Nick smiled grudgingly and put them on, his half-hard cock now nicely outlined in the clinging fabric. But now that the smooth material was against his skin, he wasn't sure he could go back to cotton.

"Now, how's that?"

"Really nice, actually." He reached for his pants on the floor, but Greg stuck out his hands, grabbing his hips.

"No, no. You have to model them. Shirt. Off." Greg pulled the hem of his shirt up his chest, shucking it off. "There we go. Oh, yeah, I did good," he said, leaning back, eyes working over every inch of his body. His hands slid down his hips again, tracing light patterns in the silk.

He leaned in then, tongue darting out to lick his cock through the cloth.

Nick moaned, fighting the urge to gab the back of Greg's head and shove himself down his throat. And that felt really good, the cool of the silk and the heat of Greg's mouth, making his cock twitch.

Greg chuckled, eyes locked with Nick as he pulled his cock out through the slit in the fabric and took the head in his mouth. He mouthed it softly, slowly moving up and down his length until he was hard and panting, fingers tangled in his hair.

He groaned as he pulled out of Greg's mouth, pushing him back on the bed. He quickly stripped Greg, but took his time kissing a trail down his body, sucking and nibbling, teasing heated skin.

Greg pushed up against him, rolling them over. He leaned down capturing Nick's mouth in a deep kiss. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, savoring his taste. Nick sighed into his mouth, arching up towards Greg's hips, cocks brushing together, rubbing against the still-cool silk. Greg pulled back, smiling wickedly before turning his body, once again capturing Nick's cock in his mouth.

Nick sighed again, eyes closing as his hips thrust up to meet Greg's hot mouth. He pulled Greg's body back a little, just enough for him to capture his cock in his own mouth, swallowing around him.

They bucked against each other, writhing from the pleasure of each other's mouths. They didn't do this often, they never really lasted, each touch of tongue eliciting a moan, resonating in the other, sending them both quickly towards orgasm.

Nick was close, he could feel it, building at the base of his spine, tingling in his balls. He reached up, pressing two fingers against Greg's opening, massaging the sensitive skin. Greg was tensed above him, moaning around his cock as he came. He swallowed, drinking in the taste of Greg, vibrations echoing through his body, enough to trigger his own release.

It was another minute before Greg let him slide from his mouth, tender and raw, rolling off him and collapsing on the bed, sweaty and panting.

"I think we just ruined my present," gasped Nick, running his hand along Greg's warm thigh.

"That's okay. I bought, like, 20 pairs."




Fin.

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