Title: Sleepless
By: girlnorth
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I just like to play with them.

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"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Nick said as he opened the door to the hotel room he was sharing with Greg.

"What?" Greg asked from behind him, lugging his suitcase into the room.

"One bed," Nick said.

Greg groaned, and Nick knew how he felt. Everything just kept going wrong on this trip. McCarran received a bomb threat and closed down an hour and a half before they were supposed to catch their flight, so they drove the five hours to Phoenix for their conference. Except that the truck broke down along the way, turning their five hour drive into an eight hour drive. When they finally got to their hotel, they were told there was a reservation for only one room, and that the rest of the hotel was booked for the conference. They were both tired, so rather than find another hotel, they took the room. Now this.

"Well," said Greg, "should we go find another hotel, or do you want to get a cot sent up?"

"We'll get a cot," Nick said, picking up the phone. He was too tired to go looking for another hotel, and it made more sense to stay where the conference was being held. He could sleep on a cot for a couple of nights.

Except that he couldn't. By one o'clock in the morning, Nick was regretting his decision. He looked over at Greg sleeping peacefully in the queen size bed, and he couldn't help but shoot a few nasty thoughts his way. In fairness though, Greg had argued with him about who would sleep on the cot. But when Greg had used the argument that Nick was older and it would be harder on his back, Nick had stubbornly sat on the cot, his arms folded. Now he had to admit that Greg was right. He sighed and rolled over again, trying to find a spot that was at all comfortable.

"Nick," said a gravelly voice in the darkness. "This bed is big enough for two."

"What? No..." Nick said. If he got into bed with Greg, he certainly wouldn't get any sleep. Greg was his colleague, on some cases his partner, so Nick tried to ignore the attraction he felt towards him. But sleeping in the same bed with their bodies in such close proximity would make it very hard to ignore.

"Whatever," Greg said, and rolled over to go back to sleep.

Nick tossed and turned a while longer before sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

"Would you just swallow your pride and get into this bed?" Greg asked.

Nick sat for a long moment weighing his options, ultimately deciding that if he wasn't going to be able to sleep, he might as well be comfortable. He crawled into bed next to Greg.

"Just don't steal the covers," Greg said, and Nick could see him smirk in the darkness.

Don't be cute, Nick thought. Please don't be cute.

"Well don't go kickin' me when I'm sleeping," Nick retorted.

"Fine, don't lift the blankets up too high because I'm naked."

"What?" Nick asked, sitting straight up.

"It's how I sleep," Greg said with a shrug.

Nick lay back down and turned his back to Greg.

Oh God, oh God, oh God...

When Greg had been silent for about five minutes, Nick assumed he was asleep and rolled back over to his left side where he was more comfortable. Greg's eyes were closed, his long eyelashes brushing the tops of his cheeks. His hair was sticking up all over the place, reminding Nick of the days when Greg wore it to work like that. Nick missed those days.

"Why are you staring at me?" Greg asked with his eyes still closed.

"What? I... I'm not staring at you. I'm trying to get to sleep."

"Okay then," Greg said, sounding unconvinced.

Nick closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, but it was hard, in all ways imaginable. Finally he drifted off to sleep, unbidden images of Greg in his head. And Greg filled his dreams. He dreamed of Greg coming, screaming out Nick's name, his face contorted in pleasure.

"Hey," Greg said, and at first Nick thought it was part of his dream. The fog began to clear and Nick quickly realized how close he was to Greg and worse yet, that his leg was slung over Greg, his erection pressing against Greg's hip.

"Something you want to tell me?" Greg asked with a lazy smile as Nick bolted away from him.

"I'm sorry," Nick said, sitting up in bed and looking away from Greg. He was mortified. God knows what he was doing or saying in his sleep.

"You don't have to be sorry, Nick," Greg said. Nick felt the bed shift, and then Greg was behind him, his breath hot on Nick's neck. "I liked it."

Nick's breathing quickened.

"You did?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," Greg said, "I liked it a lot."

Nick felt Greg's lips brush the back of his neck, and he shuttered. Greg snaked his arms around Nick, as if to stop him from moving, but Nick wasn't going anywhere, couldn't if he wanted to. Greg had a hold on Nick that had nothing to do with his arms. It did have something to do with his tongue, which was swirling against his neck, making its way toward his earlobe. When Greg's hands started roaming across Nick's chest and down toward his stomach and lower, Nick decided he'd better gain some control over this situation, or it would be over before it really began.

Nick turned around in Greg's arms and kissed him fiercely. His fingers threaded through Greg's hair and he cradled his head, keeping Greg as close as possible. Kissing Greg felt amazing, more amazing than his imagination could conjure up in his dreams. Feeling Greg's hands roaming over his back and his shoulders, sliding down to cup his ass was sending him into sensory overload, and he wasn't even undressed yet. Of course, Greg was fully undressed and Nick definitely took note of his body, his cock pressing against Nick.

"God you're hot," Greg said pulling away from Nick, "but you'd be even hotter out of those pajama bottoms."

Nick shimmied back enough for Greg to pull the pajama bottoms off, and he blushed a little while Greg sized him up. Greg seemed to like what he saw.

"Greg is this... is this a good idea?" He wanted to make sure they both knew what they were getting into.

"I don't know Nick," Greg said, taking Nick's cock in his hand and stroking it, "is this a good idea?" He smirked.

Nick was too incoherent to answer, but he guessed Greg could figure it out by the sounds he was making. But before he lost it and came before he even really touched Greg, he pulled away and nudged Greg to lie down on the bed.

"You're beautiful," Nick said, looking at Greg's body. Then he was embarrassed that he let such a sentimental thought slip out.

"Thanks," Greg said with a smile. He looked very comfortable with his arms behind his head, quite happy to let Nick look at him. Nick wished he had that confidence.

Nick leaned down and kissed Greg again, this time more softly and slowly. He ran his hand down Greg's body as they kissed. Greg gasped as Nick wrapped his hand around Greg's cock and began to stroke it, and Nick smiled against his mouth.

"Nick... guh... want you... inside me."

Nick was all too happy to oblige, but he needed to get some protection first.

"Where are you going?" Greg asked as Nick pulled away.

"I need to get a condom," Nick said. Greg pulled him back down.

"There's some in the night stand."

Nick reached over and pulled a condom and a tube of lube from the drawer. When he was ready, he rejoined Greg. He slipped a finger inside Greg's ass, but Greg stopped him.

"I'm ready Nick, just fuck me already."

That was all Nick needed to hear. He lifted Greg's legs up and eased himself inside. Greg felt amazing, and looked amazing biting his lower lip as Nick pumped into him. He was trying to keep a slow pace, but Greg urged him to go faster. He didn't want to come yet, wasn't ready for it to be over yet, but when Greg moaned for Nick to fuck him harder, he did. He closed his eyes and had the best orgasm he'd had in years. He opened them to apologize to Greg for it being over so soon, but he saw that Greg had come too.

Nick let out a long sigh as he pulled out of Greg and lay down beside him. Greg nuzzled Nick's neck and slung a leg over Nick, much as Nick had done to him in his sleep.

"Hey Greg," Nick said as he drew lazy circles on Greg's back. Something had just occurred to him and he was feeling kind of suspicious.

"Hmm?"

"Why did you have condoms and lube in the nightstand?" Nick asked.

Greg looked up at him and smirked. "I kind of figured that cot would get uncomfortable after awhile.

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