Title: Stress Relief
Author: Dixie
Rating: NC-17, I guess
Summary: Greg is in need of some stress relief and Nick helps him get it.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em or any part of anything.

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Nick knew something was bothering Greg, the mood hadn't been hard to pick up on. The confirmation had been when Greg threw Nick out of his lab, literally. Nick didn't know what had gotten Greg into such a funk but he was determined to get him out of it.

"Nick, want to hit the break room before we head out again? I could really do with a cup of coffee right about now," Warrick said, pulling Nick out of his thoughts.

"You go ahead, I've got something to take care of," Nick responded. Warrick nodded and walked away towards the break room. When Warrick was out of view, Nick went back into the DNA lab.

"Hey, Greg." Nick caught Greg's attention as he walked into the lab again and nearly faltered at the glare he received.

"What do you want Nick, I've already given you you're results. So, unless you've got some more evidence for me that you forgot about... I'm kind of busy here."

Nick didn't move from his position just inside the doorway. He didn't move to touch Greg on the shoulder the way he usually would, didn't move at all. Instead, he asked Greg to come with him.

"I just want to talk to you. Not in here though," Nick motioned over his shoulder, indicating that he wanted Greg to follow him out of the lab. "Please?" There was just a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Fine." Greg put his equipment down and followed Nick out of the lab and into the seldom-used men's room at the back of the building. After entering, Nick locked the outer door.

"So, what's so important that you have to drag me away from my work and into the men's room? And that requires you to lock the door?" Greg asked, irritated.

"You seem a little bit... frustrated today Greg," Nick punctuated his sentence by pinning Greg against the wall. Greg looked shocked, and scared.

"Really?" Greg said flatly, pushing against Nick's chest, trying to create some space between them. Nick didn't budge.

"Mmhmm. You definitely seem to be frustrated." Nick lowered his voice as he spoke against Greg's ear. Then, without warning, he covered Greg's mouth with his own in a rough, demanding kiss.

Greg stood frozen, pinned between the wall of the men's room and Nick's solid body. Nick was kissing him. Here. In the bathroom at work.

He didn't want to think about what it meant.

Or what it didn't.

He finally allowed himself to give in to the kiss as he felt Nick's tongue moving lightly over his lips. Opening his mouth and closing his eyes, he let Nick in with a moan.

Convinced that Greg wasn't going to bolt, Nick let his hands roam over Greg's upper body and work their way through his hair. He was pleased that Greg wasn't just allowing himself to be kissed but was an active participant; pulling Nick in as close as he could, hands feeling everywhere, tongue searching Nick's mouth.

Nick pulled away and began licking and sucking Greg's neck, moving down and along his collar bone as his hands quickly maneuvered Greg's belt out of its buckle, his jeans button open and the zipper down. Nick reached his hand inside and gently massaged Greg through the material of his underwear. Greg's breath hitched and his head fell back against the wall.

Still with his hand rubbing Greg into hardness, Nick leaned in close and whispered in Greg's ear, "Why don't you tell me what's got you so worked up today?"

"Am I not allowed to have a stressful day, just like everybody else?"

Nick dropped to kneel in front of Greg and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

"Start talking," was all he said before taking Greg's cock into his mouth.

Greg let out a rapid breath, and another, before he managed to find the ability to speak. "My neighbours were making so much noise last night that I couldn't get to sleep. I finally managed to fall asleep about three hours before I was supposed to wake up. Then, my alarm clock didn't go off."

Greg's breathing was getting shallower and his sentences were punctuated by tiny moans. Nick noticed Greg's hands clenching and unclenching, pressing against the wall.

"I was startled awake by two cats fighting outside and realized that I was going to be late. I barely made it here on time today. I still haven't had my coffee yet. And then," he exhaled sharply and looked down at Nick, looking up at him intently while quickly driving Greg into a state of blind pleasure. "Then, you were flirting with Warrick in my lab. Right in front of me. Ouch," Greg scowled as Nick dragged his teeth along the length of his cock.

Nick stood up and leaned in close to Greg's face to say, "Please don't mention Warrick, or any other guy for that matter, while I'm giving you a blow job. And, I was not flirting with Warrick."

"Yes, you were," Greg said stubbornly.

"No, I wasn't. It's not his dick I'm sucking, now is it?" Nick asked, not expecting an answer. Greg just stared him in the face looking somewhat shocked at the truth in Nick's words. Greg couldn't believe that he was getting a blowjob from Nick in the men's room at work.

Having put the argument to rest, Nick again dropped to his knees to finish the task he'd started. Knowing that they'd both been gone long enough and that if they didn't get back to work soon someone was going to notice, Nick worked at bringing Greg off as quickly as he could. Greg whimpered as he pressed his head back into the wall, and his fingertips into Nick's shoulders.

"Hurry up, Nick," Greg pleaded, his eyes shifting to the locked entrance.

Nick sucked hard on Greg, bringing him as far into his mouth as he could before moaning deep in his throat, the vibrations sending Greg into a much-needed orgasm. As Greg moaned the signal to his release above him, Nick swallowed quickly and continuously, drawing Greg's pleasure out as long as he could.

Greg slumped over Nick, panting heavily as Nick redressed him. Standing up, Nick straightened Greg out and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"How's that for stress relief?" Nick asked, with a smile on his face.

Greg grinned back and said, "Not bad. But I still haven't had my coffee yet."

"Get back to work," Nick teased, "I'll be in to see you later." With the promise of a future visit, Greg unlocked the door and went back to his lab.

Nick walked over to the sink and splashed some cool water on his heated face. He took a look around the room to make sure they left no evidence visible to the naked eye. Satisfied that the room looked the same way it had when they entered, he tried to make sure he looked the way he did before entering the room with Greg. After adjusting his clothes, Nick left the restroom and, stopping briefly to get a drink from the water cooler, he returned to where Warrick was waiting for him.

"Ready to go?" Warrick asked.

"Yeah, let's go. You drive." Nick responded.

As they passed the DNA lab, Warrick was sure he saw Nick and Greg exchange a look he couldn't quite describe. A huge grin was plastered all over Greg's face and Nick seemed to be trying, without much success, to hide the smile threatening to break at the corners of his mouth. Warrick rolled his eyes as he and Nick exited the building.

"So, Nicky, did you get that pressing burden taken care of?" Warrick asked as they crossed the parking lot.

"I did." Nick said flatly, but Warrick noticed the corner of his mouth had turned up slightly.

"Sanders was acting weirder than normal earlier. He seems happier, more relaxed now." Warrick took a sideways glance at Nick as they approached the Tahoe.

"I wouldn't know. Didn't notice." Nick returned. The effort to hide his smile was becoming obviously difficult now.

"Uh huh," Warrick said as he unlocked and slid into the driver's side of the vehicle. Taking another glance at Nick in the passenger's seat, Warrick noticed that the smile had won out over Nick's efforts to hide it. Putting the vehicle into drive, he wondered just how much Nicky didn't know about Greg's sudden shift in moods.

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