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Title: The Vest of Things | A Proposal of Sorts
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13 - R
Summary: Two short one shots for schmoop_bingo prompts. Nick has a fetish for Greg’s neck and Greg relives the emotional time of when Nick was kidnapped.
Warnings: kissing, biting, language and minor spoilers for Grave Dangers.
Disclaimer: Writers lie – just like your parents.

Written for the ‘Neck Kisses’ and ‘Public Proposal’ prompts from my schmoop_bingo card.

The Vest of Things

With another of many cases under his belt, Greg feels like he’s on top of the world as he pulls up in front of Nick’s apartment building. The sky is clear and the sun pounds bright rays of heat down on to Greg’s body, as it has been doing all day. The back of his neck is covered in beads of sweat, along with his arms, back and legs, but it’s all worth it. All those months of doing the grunt work, being thrown between the lab and the field and back again at dizzying speeds – watching his colleagues do the job he knows he was born to do, it’s all been worth it. Because now he feels indestructible, invincible and unstoppable. Now, he’s Greg Sanders – CSI.

Hopping out of the car he swings the loop of his keys around his index finger, whistling as he strides towards the building. Today is one of those days where he loves his job and his life, and he can’t wait for tomorrow. He slides the key that Nick gave him a month ago in to the lock and pushes open the door. Instantly he’s greeted by the sound of soft, acoustic music filtering through the living room. He smiles. Nick’s home early…

In the kitchen, Nick’s reading the paper. Sometimes he’s not sure whether he reads it because he wants to, or because it’s the only think he remembers his grandfather doing as a child. All men read the paper, don’t they?

When Greg enters the kitchen, he doesn’t quite catch Nick’s gawping stare at first. He’s too busy smiling and rubbing his disgustingly happy mood all over Nick’s quiet time. It’s not until He’s pottering around with clean mugs that he notices Nick’s widened eyes. Greg cocks his head to the side. “S’up with you?”

Nicks licks at his lips. “Your vest…” is all he says. Greg glancing down to see he’s still wearing his field vest. He slaps his palm to his forehead.

“Shit,” he curses. “Totally forgot about-” he stops talking, his words fading slowly out as he realises that Nick’s still looking at Greg like he wants to devour him whole. “Uh…” he trails, looking around nervously. Nick’s intense gaze makes Greg feel sort of vulnerable. “Hi?”

In the next second, Nick’s across the room, paper on the floor and long forgotten as he pins Greg to the kitchen wall. Greg gasps, eyes wide as he waits to see what Nick will do next. He pulls at the collar of Greg’s vest and attaches his lips to his neck, biting at the soft flesh until Greg squirms against him. Nick grabs at the front of the vest and bites down. Greg moans, fisting his hand in Nick’s short hair. “You look so hot in that vest,” hums Nick on to Greg’s skin. Greg grins a bucks his hips.

“Vest kink, huh?” he laughs, closing his eyes as the sound slips in to a quiet groan. Nick closes his fingers around Greg’s other wrist and pins it to the wall by his head. He starts biting at Greg’s neck again and as they both start to slide down the wall, it’s the only answer Greg needs.

A Proposal of Sorts

It amazes Greg how easily life seems to have slipped back in to normality, and he wonders if Nick feels it too. Because no more than four weeks ago Greg was sat in this very room, hands over his face and weeping as Sera tried to console him.

“We’re going to find him,” Sera had said with determination. “Nicky’s a fighter Greg, you know that better than anyone.” Greg nodded, pulling his hands from his face and wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “It’s going to be ok, Greggo,” she whispered.

“I don’t know that, no one knows that. I can’t lose him,” Greg croaked, his voice raw from all the tears. “I just can’t.”

“You’re not going to lose him,” Sera soothed. Greg shook his head and rubbed his face with his hands before standing up quickly.

“I can’t just sit here doing nothing,” he said. “I’ve got to do something to help. I can’t give up on him. I won’t.”

Sera stood up with him and slapped a hand on his shoulder. “That’a boy,” she winked. “Now lets go get that cowboy back.”

Greg and Warrick took turns watching the camera, though Greg always hovered around whenever it was Warrick’s turn, looking over maps and through Nick’s past case files. Greg stared hard at the computer screen for hours, tapping his fingertips over Nick’s face as he sniffled back the tears, whispering, “I’m gonna find you, baby. Don’t you worry.”

When they found out where Nick was, Sera came flying down the corridors of the lab to the AV room where Greg sat, half asleep on his folded arms. “Greg, Greg!” she shouted and Greg’s head shot up quickly. “We know where Nick is.” Greg moved so fast, he fell off the stood.

Greg never stopped kissing Nick from the moment he was loaded in to the ambulance. He kissed his dirty hands and fingers as they sped to the hospital, kissed his arms as he lay in the cold and dismal room amongst the tubes and machines, and when Nick finally began to heal, kissed all over his face and mouth. There was a time he never thought he’d get to press his lips against Nick’s skin ever again, so now he was never going to stop.

And now, four weeks later, they’re back in the break room. Nick’s been back at work for a few days, and life has slipped back slowly to how it was before. They’re up to their necks in an important case, and the whole team has files, photographs and statements spilled out across the large break room table. Greg suddenly thinks about how long it would take life to go back to normal had Nick not made it, and had he been sat here alone – again.

“Marry me,” he suddenly finds himself saying to the silent table, looking across at Nick as he stares back at Greg. “Marry me,” he repeats, just in case Nick didn’t hear or doesn’t believe what he heard the first time. The rest of the table look between the two men, impatiently waiting for whatever’s going to happen next.

“Greg,” Nick says softly. “Y’sure you wanna do this here?”

Greg nods slowly, still stunned by his own words. “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” he says, lips twitching in to a warm smile which Nick quickly returns.

“Ok,” he answers and Greg practically beams. “I’ll marry you.”

The rest of the table smirk and look back down at their work.

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