Title: War Games
By: emmonsail
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: All's fair in love and war
A/N: This was really cobbled together at the last moment, so sorry about that, it's probably crappy. Also I'm not great at writing smut, so please bear with me!

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"Come on man, give it to me! The game's about to start and I'm gonna miss it!"

"I just want to hear the end of this song; it'll be over in a minute."

"Gregory, turn it over right now, dammit."

"Gregory?" he said with a smirk. "Whoa, we're getting serious now."

"This is no time for messing around Greg. You've known about this game for weeks so cut the crap and turn the channel over."

"What's the magic word?"

Nick scowled at Greg and made a lunge for him across the sofa, but Greg was too quick and rolled over the arm, landing unceremoniously on the floor.

"You know, you are so cute when you're angry", he taunted Nick as he scrambled across the floor away from him.

"Greg, I'm not playing any more. You really should just give me that remote now."

"Oh really? I -" but he was cut off as Nick made a sudden dive for Greg, pinning him to the ground. Nick flipped Greg over and pushed his arms up above is head.

"Where is it G?"

"Not telling. You'll have to search me, officer" he replied, grinning up at Nick and tugging against the grip on his hands.

"Yeah?" he growled, sitting up and straddling Greg, trapping him beneath him. Nick slid his hands under Greg's shirt, stroking his stomach gently. "Like this?" He leaned in and started kissing and licking across Greg's chest, moving slowly down his stomach, getting small groans and whimpers from Greg.

"You've been a naughty boy Greg, and you need to be punished" he said, thickening his Texas drawl and unbuckling Greg's jeans. "Isn't that right?" He toyed with the hem of Greg's boxers, teasing him with the tips of his fingers.

"Whatever will I do with you?" he whispered, sliding a hand down into his boxers.

"What's this?" A delighted grin came onto his face. "Oh darn. I guess the punishment will have to wait" he said, grinning evilly down at Greg. He stood up quickly, remote held triumphantly in hand, and sprawled back onto the sofa.

"Nick you bastard, get back here" called Greg from the floor, sitting up and glaring at him. "You are a real sadist, you know that?"

Nick chuckled to himself and opened a beer, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Never come between a man and his remote, G."

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