Title: Tag
By: goosie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Greg Sanders/David Hodges
Warnings: Male/Male sexing.
Status: 13 of 30 (30_kisses challenge)
Summary: I'm back. *evil grin*

It begun, in retrospect, in the most idiotic of ways, Greg believes.

He'd been elected to go to Trace to pick up he and Nicky's lab results and of course this meant tangling with Hodges.

"Sanders."

Greg barely quirked a brow at the curt semi-greeting-he was used to this sort of thing of course...

"Hodges."

...and could dish it out just as well.

It wasn't that he'd ever had a problem dealing with the man. Sure Hodges got on his last nerve most of the time, a feat that no one in Greg's life had been quite able to achieve, but Greg was more than capable of dealing with him. Besides he'd been doing it for the past fours years. It was near instinctual at this point.

This stare down going on between them was merely standard procedure.

"I hear you've got something for me."

"You hear right." The other man said more interested in the GCMS than actually telling Greg what that something was apparently.

"Well?"

"Well, what, Sanders?"

"The results, Hodges. I don't have all day." Just because he was capable of dealing with Hodges didn't mean that this little game of theirs didn't get tiring from time to time-Especially in the middle of particularly grueling doubles.

"Well apparently Mr. CSI Level One, you seem to think I do." Hodges' voice was dripping with a sort of snark-tinged boredom that Greg had only ever heard directed at him.

"Look, I'm really busy tonight, okay... and why am I even explaining myself to you?"

At that Hodges turned his attention away form his precious Gas Chromatograph Mass Spectrometer (Greg swore he sometimes heard the other man humming to it from time to time) and gave him the most gut wrenchingly vicious smirk he'd ever seen.

The bastard.

"Oh, maybe it's because you're finally coming to realize just how valuable my time is?" Said bastard replied. "Christ, Sanders you'd think you'd gotten amnesia in that lab explosion or something. Haven't your days as a fellow lab rat taught anything?"

The man added making his way over to one of the microscopes. "Yours and Stokes' case is not the only one I've got on my plate you know. And believe me when I say Willows isn't nearly as entertaining as you are when left to her own devices in here."

Greg rolled his eyes in response to the trace tech's tirade. As usual this was not why he was here.

"Look, Hodges, can we just get to my results already? Nicky's..."

Hodges expelled the most long-suffering, put upon sigh. "Sanders, you should know by now that I do not fear the wrath of anyone is this lab, especially not Stokes." Even as he was blathering on his eyes were already trained down the scope.

Ha! That was a laugh. With the way the man sucked up to Grissom, Greg would swear Hodges was sporting a bit of a man-crush on their resident bug man. And Ecklie? Greg wisely chose to get his mind back on the task at hand than to let it wander in that direction. He was barely able to repress the shudder even brief thought brought.

"Are those the paint scrapings I brought you earlier?" Greg asked, more than annoyed at this point. Hodges undoubtedly was getting a real kick out of this fact.

"Could be."

"May I see them?"

"Possibly. Y'know if I was finished viewing them." Hodges stated as a matter of fact.

Greg frowned. That was it.

"Look, Hodges..." Greg began and in the next moment he was doing something wholly juvenile. Like pushing Hodges away from the microscope with a well placed hip bump. "Move it!"

The look on the other man's face was priceless. It was a mixture of shock and down right infuriation. Gregory Hojem Sanders could not even begin to categorize the level of pure elation he felt in the very pit of his belly at the sight. So he just chose to express it nonverbally and gave his arch-nemesis the most horrible self-satisfied smirk ever to grace his face.

Sure it was true that this behavior was nothing like him at all. Sure he had just stooped to a near child like level (okay it was pretty childish). Sure it would seem that the annoying bastard of a man had apparently rubbed off on him.

So what? He'd won this round and that was all that mattered.

Hodges merely narrowed blue eyes at him, a frown crinkling his brow. He cleared his throat. His voice low and level as he began to speak, "The paint scrapings are from a Nissan Altima-Sonoma sunset red-2006 model."

Greg didn't even look up from the microscope. "Thanks, Hodges."

The tech simply offered a non-committal grunt and went back to his precious GCMS. Oh, he was definitely humming.

.....

"What is up with you and Hodges lately, man?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Nick laughed out right at that brilliant attempt at evasion. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, G. You two have been playing tag with each other for the last couple of days. Hell, he nearly knocked you on your ass earlier."

Greg ignored the other man and continued processing the car. It had taken them entirely too long to find this damned Altima and he wasn't going to let Nicky hyperactively nosy nature distract him.

"C'mon. I've seen harmless shouldering before. Hell, I've even been apart of it before." Nick continued as he tagged and bagged what little potential evidence they had been able to recover so far. "But you two... that ain't nothing short of foreplay out there, man."

Greg nearly cracked his head open on the top of the door frame. "What?"

Nick snickered.

"Are you... have you completely lost your mind?"

Sure it wasn't long after the first incident in the trace lab that Hodges had passed him in the hall and had only barely nudged his shoulder. And maybe a little later Greg had found the man in the break room by the coffee pot and had seen fit to return the favor-waiting of course to the most opportune moment as to aid in the spilling of the man's beverage of choice.

The completely innocent instances had come progressively more frequent and maybe even slightly more violent as the days went on, but that didn't mean anything. It was just Hodges being Hodges. Greg was simply playing along.

"I don't know man." Nick smiled. "You two have always had this weird vibe going on between you. If I didn't know any better I'd swear you to had this freaky sorta sexual tension thing going on."

"But you know better." Greg said going back to printing the steering wheel. "So knock it off."

.....

He had been on his way back from Tox.

"Oww! Son of a...What the hell is wrong with you, Hodges?"

He had taken the back hall in hopes of avoiding another one of their... encounters but apparently the other man was as wily as he was demented.

"I could ask you the same thing, Sanders." Hodges snarled. His eyes were a lot darker when he was pissed Greg noted. He'd never noticed that before. That could be, of course, because he had never been able to piss Hodges off before.

At the moment, however, he wasn't so sure if this was a good or a bad thing. He certainly was feeling a lot more irritated than victorious right now that was for sure.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He whispered harshly.

Although they were on the back hall--the least frequented of all the crime lab's halls-Greg had no intention of bringing attention onto him self.

"I am talking about this idiotic excuse for a game of tag you've started."

"Tag?" Greg baulked. "I started?"

Hodges raised an unamused brow.

"Look I don't know what the hell you're going on about but I have got to..." Greg was well aware that he'd been, quite literally, backed into a corner-a corner that had conveniently contained a door. A door leading to where? Greg was not entirely sure. This door, however, had a very good chance of not leading to an angry Hodges. As an angry Hodges was currently in front of him and obviously not behind said door.

Thus he turned the knob and promptly fell backwards inside.

Not the smoothest move of his career he'd admit. But at least he didn't have a deranged trace tech in his face.

"Idiot."

Greg rolled his eyes as Hodges strolled on inside. "Idiot? You're the one that's been stalking me for the past three days." He said getting back to his feet.

"Oh, like you weren't stalking me back, Sanders."

Greg's frown deepened then. Okay, so technically he had sort of been making it his business to know where Hodges was when they happened to be in the building at the same time. But that didn't mean anything. He was just making sure he avoided the other man. When he did happen to fail, he only kept track of the man so that he could exact his revenge.

"..."

Okay, in retrospect, perhaps it was actually pretty idiotic. But, he wasn't going to admit that to Hodges.

"Look, Hodges..."

David Hodges was already rolling blue eyes, his lips pursed and saying "Oh, shut up, Greg." before grabbing hold of him to place those very same lips squarely over Greg's own.

The initial contact between them created a spark of current through out Greg so strong he could feel every nerve ending in his is body perk up in response to it. It made his skin prickle... His breath come short. He had been a complete idiot for not having noticed before.

This was but a more pronounced, more dizzying version of what he had felt all those times before when he and Hodges had brushed shoulders in the hall, shoved each on the way to the coffee pot or blindsided one another in semi-vacant hallways. He had been a fool and simply mistaken it for annoyance.

But who could have blamed him? Who would have even thought it to have actually been attraction?

Well, there was this guy by the name of Stokes, but Greg wasn't willing to live through that smug-fest.

After the first, almost electric shock ran its course throughout Greg's body he began to relax. Obliging Hodges as the man wrapped the arm that wasn't busy with its hand in his hair around his waist. Greg was kissing back eagerly before he realized it, pulling at the other man and stumbling backward until his back was against the wall. Their motions were pretty much in line with most of their previous physical interaction. Insistent and aggressive... and pretty much not very well thought out at all. Teeth and lips knocked together almost violently enough to draw blood. Hands pawed and tugged at clothes. Hips rocked together rhythmlessly. There was nothing in sync between them not even in this. None of this really mattered though, because to Greg it still felt amazing.

A growl rose between them. One that was certainly not Hodges' as the man's mouth was much too busy exploring Greg's neck and that little spot behind his ear that drove him crazy. It was odd how quickly Hodges had found that Greg would muse later, but for now he was too busy focusing on the delicious sparks of pleasure that shocked his body with every thrust of his hips against Hodges'.

It was almost too much and at the same time not enough. He'd gotten brief brushes of the tech's skin against his own. It was insane that he'd be wanting more especially from this man-the bain of his existence in this lab for the past four years.

Hodges must have been reading his mind.

Greg was suddenly looking the other man right in the eyes as Hodges unfastened his jeans and pushed his hand inside. Their mouths were so close that they were practically panting into each other.

"We could... wait." Hodges said suddenly, grinning all the while as he wrapped his hand around Greg's cock. His voice was low and level. Everything it usually was in the lab with Greg and nothing like it at all at the same time. "We could just wait until after shift. I could take you home and..."

"Or... or we could do this." Greg panted, thrusting a few times into the other man's grip. "And then... you...you could take me home."

Hodges' dark chuckle and smirk were as much of an answer as Greg figured he'd get. It was more than enough though-enough for Greg to hurriedly push his pants and underwear down his thighs, Hodges' being the last to go. With a firm yank of the other man's short hair their mouths were crushed together again-their cocks brushing together for the first time without any fabric to get in the way.

Hodges barely had enough room to get his hand between them but when he did... "Ooooh..." Greg's moan was almost enough to send him over the edge. From that moment on, for the first time they were actually in sync. Thrusting and panting against one another, it was Greg that gasped first, clinging on to the other man as if his life depended on it. Hodges, stubborn even in this, held out just long enough for the younger man to finish first.

.....

From then on, if Greg and Hodges so happened to be in the same room together, or hall or storage closet they would still pretend that their not so subtle brushes against one another were just the result of poor depth perception the part of the other.

I mean there was only one other person who would ever think otherwise and it if it just happened to by that guy named Stokes-well Greg still wasn't willing to put up with that smug-fest.