Title: The Best of Days
By: quettaser
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Challenge: #3: Getting to Know You
Summary: Done for ngchallenge. It's Greg's best day ever.

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"Mmm, best day ever," sighed Greg, pulling Nick's arm tighter around his shoulder and finishing the last chocolate-covered strawberry.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah," nodded Greg, letting his head rest on Nick's shoulder, eyes drifting shut, a content smile on his face. "We both have the night off for the first time in, what, three months? I take a nice, long bath while you cook me Nue Gra Pao, which was delicious, by the way. And while we have dinner and my favorite dessert, you let me watch Hard Core Logo and drool over Callum with nary a sigh."

"I'm working on sharing you with your TV boyfriend," said Nick, turning off the TV before dropping the remote on the couch next to him.

"He's not my TV boyfriend, he's my TV friend with benefits. We just hang out, go shopping, listen to music, and blow each other every once in a while. That's all. I only have one boyfriend."

"It's good that you've made that distinction."

"I thought so. And you don't have to worry about sharing me, Cal doesn't get jealous easily."

"You're a nut," said Nick, giving Greg a quick kiss on the top of his head.

"Chestnut? Walnut? Peanut?" asked Greg, letting his hand wander under Nick's shirt, rubbing soft circles into his stomach.

"What's gotten into you today?"

"Hopefully you." Greg moved out from under Nick's arm, straddling his lap and leaning in for a slow kiss. "It can't be the best day ever unless we have hot monkey sex."

Nick laughed a little before cupping the back of Greg's head with one hand and placing the other on his back, bringing their bodies flush. He pulled Greg's lips back to his, slowly teasing them open with his tongue, savoring the taste of chocolate, fruit and Greg. He eagerly accepted Nick's tongue, massaging it with his own, reaching down to pull Nick's shirt up and over his head. "Well, I wouldn't want to ruin the best day ever," said Nick when they broke apart, gingerly lifting Greg so that he could stand and lead them towards the bedroom.

Nick was lost in Greg's mouth, finally registering where he was when the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, and he realized he wasn't wearing anything anymore. And that wasn't a problem at all, except Greg was still fully clothed, and that was definitely a problem. He made quick work of Greg's pants and boxers while Greg tore off his shirt. They ended up in a tangle of limbs once Greg had freed himself from his remaining clothing.

He pulled Greg up to him, hands moving slowly down his back, loving the heat that sparked where bare skin met. Their mouths crushed together again, searching desperately, swallowing each others moans. Nick rolled them over, moving his mouth down Greg's neck, leaving a scorching trail. His hands were down at Greg's hips, massaging the sensitive skin, causing them to roll and buck up against the strong touch.

He moaned into Greg's neck when Greg's leg brushed up against his cock and he let one hand leave those hips to wrap around the head of Greg's cock. He began slowly, teasing with his thumb, changing the pressure and lightly flicking at the head, each stroke eliciting a shiver from Greg.

"Fucking tease," he moaned.

Nick smiled into his neck, licking a hot stripe up to his ear. Greg groaned, grabbing Nick's hand and pulling it off his cock and turning his head to look into Nick's eyes. "Just fuck me now," he panted.

Nick's smile widened and he lowered his head to Greg's neck again, biting the heated skin lightly before reaching towards the bedside table to grab the lube and a condom. He was about to spread the lube on his fingers, but Greg grabbed the bottle from him before he could open it.

"Fuck that. Just put the condom on and. Fuck. Me. Now," growled Greg, clutching Nick's cock with his free hand. A shudder ran through Nick as he ripped open the condom and slid it on. Taking the lube from Greg again he slicked himself up and pressed himself against Greg's opening, moaning as Greg pushed back against him. He thrust in slow, the heat tighter than he remembers and a long moan pours out of his mouth.

"God, yes," Greg panted once he was all the way inside, bucking his hips up in impatience, wanting more, wanting Nick moving inside of him. And they've both forgotten about going slow and enjoying their time off, because Greg's asking for more, harder and faster, and Nick's never been one to say no.

At some point, Greg's rolled them over, taking what he needs from Nick, gripping him hard, bruising. And then Greg's back is arched and wet heat splashes onto Nick's chest and the last thing he feels before he comes is Greg's weight collapsing on top of him.

They lay there for a while, sweating, catching their breath before Greg rolls off. Nick summoned the strength to throw out the condom and grab the rumpled sheets, wrapping them around him and Greg.

"We need to have days off together more often," sighed Nick, his voice soft and a little bit raw as he moves towards Greg.

"I agree," replied Greg, moving against Nick, finding his familiar spot against his side. "So, when it happens, what would be your best day ever?"

"Well, before today, I would have said something about ESPN, one of your patented back massages, a nice T-Bone steak and watching you and Callum make out, but I think today was the best day ever because it's been so long since I've seen you this happy."

"Candy ass." Greg's eyes drifted shut and he nuzzled his head into Nick's shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

But then Greg's brain finished processing and his eyes snapped open. "Wait a minute, what did you just say?"

"Today was the best day ever?"

"No, before that."

"We need to have more days off?"

"After that."

"I don't remember."

"Bullshit. You want to watch me make out with Cal?" Greg was sitting up now, staring down at Nick in disbelief.

"Stop calling him Cal."

"I will when you admit that you want to see me make out with my TV boyfriend."

"I thought he wasn't your boyfriend."

"Stop avoiding the question, candy ass."

"Why are you calling me candy ass?"

"Because your ass is sweet like candy and I like to lick it and suck it," said Greg, quickly giving a cheek a squeeze. "Answer the question."

"No."

"No? But I thought you said-"

"I was lying." Nick pulled Greg back down to his side, smiling wickedly and whispering in his ear. "See, what I really want is to watch him fuck you while you watch me."

Greg let out a broken, needy sigh, his hand flexing against Nick's chest. "Fucker. I need at least another ten minutes recovery time."

"Do you know how stunning you are when you're hard, when you're flushed and red and moaning? When pure smut drips from your lips? Oh, and that face you make when you're about to come is divine."

"Now you're just not playing fair. You know what happens to me when you talk like that." Greg had shut his eyes, trying to block out Nick's words. He's still too tender, too raw, but the urge to take him again is growing.

"I want to watch, watch you get fucked while I touch myself. I want you to see what you do to me. I want to take in every detail, I want to see you get fucked from every angle, memorize every moment. Want to see you scream in pleasure, want to see you lose control."

And Greg felt Nick's cock against his thigh, and goddamnit, he was the youthful one, how was Nick ready to go again? "Once I recuperate, I'm going to fuck that sweet candy ass of yours so hard..."

Nick just smiled, kissing the soft skin behind Greg's ear. "Yeah, definitely the best day ever."



Fin!

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