Title: Raymond Chandler
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Note: Written because:
A. I found the tape of Rashomama while packing
B. I don't want to pack
C. I don't have time to update either of my other stories.
Summary: Post ep for Rashomama, fluffy ficlet.

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"I still can't believe that you got a girl's number," Greg said as they left the CSI building.

"All that time – lost evidence, stolen cars, Internal Affairs – and you're still thinking about the fact that I got a girl's number?"

They were climbing into Greg's car. They never drove in together – they didn't want their home relationship to clutter up their work relationship, but today they would be driving home together – under the guise that Nick's car was still locked up inside the CSI garage.

Nick adjusted the air conditioning vents. "And as if you should talk – with the way you were fawning over the bridesmaids there, Raymond Chandler."

"Hey, I'm suave – and those girls were hot."

"Hey!" Nick cried indignantly.

"I'm still going home with you, aren't I?"

"I'm pretty hurt by that remark. I've been up forever, my car got stolen – and then a whole myriad of things that I don't even want to get into right now. And you know what - my car wouldn't have been stolen if I hadn't stopped by that diner to see you."

"Baby, you couldn't go more than a few hours without me?" Greg teased.

Nick smacked him in the head.

"Hey! I'm driving here," Greg yelled, as he swerved slightly.

"You so owe me a blowjob when we get home."

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Greg got out of the shower, dried off and then wrapped the towel around his waist. He carefully exited the bathroom, not wanting to wake Nick. But, he saw that Nick was awake – face illuminated by candlelight.

"Nicky, I thought you'd be asleep by now." Greg watched as Nick's hand moved in the darkness.

"G, you owe me something." His voice was breathy and his eyes were closed.

Greg climbed into the bed and pulled off the sheet that was covering Nick. Nick was lying naked, one hand splayed across his chest and fingering a nipple, the other fisting his cock.

"I didn't know you were serious about what you said in the car, Nicky."

Nick continued to pinch his nipple and thrust into his hand. "It would feel so much better if this was your mouth."

Greg felt his mouth fill with saliva and his cock begin to swell. Nick squinted open his eyes so he could grab Greg's hair and pull the young man's mouth to where it needed to be. Nick's guide was slightly off and Greg's mouth actually ended on Nick's balls – something Nick didn't mind at all.

"Good boy. Suck my fucking sac." Nick got such a dirty mouth when he was getting head – something that always made Greg's sucking more fervent.

Nick spread his legs to allow Greg to crawl between them. Greg threw aside his towel, sat on his knees and leaned forward – leaving his ass exposed the way Nick liked.

"Pretty boy," Nick growled as Greg took him in his mouth and began to open his throat. Nick remained enough in control to keep his hips down so that Greg would be able to use his hands elsewhere.

"G, with your left hand – stroke my balls." A part of him loved commanding Greg – especially when the other man was deep throating him.

Nick tangled his own hands tightly in Greg's hair and pulled his lover's head up and down. "With your right hand," Nick panted, "Stroke yourself."

Nick could hear his own breathing, Greg's humming and slurping, and finally the slap of skin on skin as Greg jacked himself. Nick let go of Greg's head – it was their silent signal that he was close.

Nick managed to lean forward just enough to have a perfect view of Greg swallowing his load. Nick threw back his head and could hear Greg trying to take it all – until Nick could tell that his lover was cumming. The swallowing reflex stopped and Nick felt hot splashes on his leg.

He managed to reach Greg's discarded bath towel as Greg crawled back up to pillow level. Greg was a mess – which Nick knew was his fault.

"C'mere handsome," Nick said as he cleaned Greg's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Greg stole the towel to clean off Nick's leg and softening dick. He threw the towel to the floor and curled into Nick's arms for a deep sleep.

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