Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: RivenSky
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: FRM
Authors Notes: For the Valentine's Day Challenge based on these
prompts: A box of Chocolates. A dozen red roses. A reference to
Cupid sometime in the story in terms of Cupid somehow bringing them
together. An item from an Adult Store that they use on each other
when they celebrate Valentine's Day together.
Summary: They were both ruthless, both vulgar, both incredibly
addicted to Post-it notes.
Warnings: None.
He's pretty sure it started with the rude notes in each other's
lockers. Taunting jibes about Greg's fumblings as a new CSI, truly
meant to encourage more than discourage, and Greg's equally taunting
responses meant to egg Nick on. They were both ruthless, both
vulgar, both incredibly addicted to Post-it notes.
He didn't find it odd until he was standing in the Post-it isle of
Office Depot trying to decide which color and type he wanted. He was
getting bored of the standard Crime Lab issued yellow Post-its. He
wondered if Nick would find it weird that Greg had gone out of his
way to purchase blue stonewashed Post-its. He'd make up an excuse.
Like he stole them from Catherine's office or something.
It didn't stop him and it only made him laugh when he opened up his
locker towards the end of January to find a hot pink Post-it
note. "How many post-its do you two go through in a week?" Sara
asked from behind him.
He turned with a smile. "Enough that we have to buy our own so the
Lab won't notice that we're using all of theirs."
A few days and several hot pink Post-it notes later, Greg opened his
locker expecting something rude. Instead, all he found was a simple
yellow Post-it. 'Superbowl? My place?' He wrote a response: 'I'll
bring the beer' and found himself nervously awaiting Sunday.
He wasn't sure why he was disappointed that Warrick was there. He
should have known the other man would be coming as well. He shook
the feeling off and concentrated on the game. He rooted for Nick's
team, because as much as he touted the Niners he honestly didn't
care as much about football as he said he did and the Niners weren't
playing anyway.
Warrick left as soon as the game was over, some excuse about helping
Catherine's daughter Lindsey out with a school project. Nick and
Greg exchanged a look of knowing and Nick told Greg he was welcome
to stay for more beer and the possibility of dinner. Greg found that
watching him cook was rather interesting and even though he was sure
his blood to beer ratio had shifted slightly towards the beer side,
he found himself watching the other man with lucid attention.
"You sure you don't need any help?" Greg asked and Nick only looked
up with a smile. Only a little while later, Nick set a plate of
steak, mashed potatoes, and corn in front of Greg. "It's a real meal
and everything," Greg said astonished.
"Don't tell me you still live on Ramen and Mac and Cheese," Nick
said, sitting down on the stool next to Greg's.
"Hey, I don't have time to cook."
"You'd probably burn your place down anyway." Greg gave him a nudge
with his elbow and picked up his fork. Nick took a bite of his
potatoes and tried to shove Greg off his stool.
"Dude! Trying to eat here!"
When they were done eating Greg found himself on Nick's couch,
laughing hysterically at most everything the other man had to say as
Nick finished off another six-pack. He had ruffled Greg's hair until
there wasn't any gel left and it now hung down to his ears. "You
should go without gel sometime," Nick commented. "Your hair looks
really good down."
"Uh," Greg felt the heat burn up his cheeks. The beer was wearing
off.
Nick ruffled his hair again with a smirk. "Ooo. Soft."
"Yes, I am," Greg said against his better judgment and Nick laughed.
Greg cleared his throat and stood. "I, uh, should get home."
"Are you sure you're okay to drive?" Nick asked as he tried to
stand. He started to fall and Greg caught him before he hit the
coffee table.
Greg laughed. "Well you're not. Good thing you're already home."
Nick let out a noise that sounded disturbingly like a giggle and
tried to right himself. "I'm fine." A hand reached out and touched
Greg's chest, Nick trying to steady himself. "Wow. Your heart, it's
going a mile a minute." Greg noticed for the first time that Nick's
accent was thicker after several six-packs. Nick looked up at him
with glassy eyes and they both felt Greg's heart jump. "Greg, do
you..." but Nick trailed off and pulled his hand away.
"I should go." Greg grabbed his jacket and turned to find Nick only
inches away. "Nick?"
He'd thought about it before, he wouldn't deny it, and there would
be no sense in trying. They were all criminalists and it was their
job to find what people were hiding. It was why he was surprised
that nobody had ever called him on it. Nick was why he had wanted to
become a CSI. He'd followed Nick around until all he could think
about was being out in the field.
So, when Nick took a step forward Greg's mind started to race as
fast as his heart. He could feel the throbbing in his ears as the
heat of Nick's body reached his skin. He was opening his mouth to
speak again when Nick's lips impacted his. He was too much in shock
at first and the only thing that kept him from falling over was the
wall, which he was now pressed up against. Nick's hot mouth moved
against his and his instinct, and years of wanting nothing but that
mouth covering his own, took over and Greg kissed him back.
Within only a few seconds reality snapped back to Greg like a rubber
band, stinging his skin and his senses. He pulled away with a gasp,
the taste of beer on his lips and the smell in his nose. "That's not
what you wanted?" Nick asked and Greg's heart fell to the soles of
his feet.
"A drunken pity kiss? Yeah that's all I've ever wanted from you,"
Greg answered with tears stinging his eyes. He pushed Nick away from
him and took off out the door.
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There was no Post-it note in his locker the next day and he slammed
the locker closed with a sigh of frustration. "Are you okay?" Sophia
asked and he shrugged, going about his work.
He only saw Nick twice that week. Once, passing in the hall, neither
looked at the other, and the other in Trace. Nick told Hodges he
would come back later. "What did you do?" Hodges asked. "Sleep with
his sister?"
"He doesn't have a sister," Greg answered, and took his evidence
back to Grissom.
It was the end of the second week in February when Greg opened his
locker and took a startled step back. A hot pink Post-it was stuck
to the top shelf. 'I'm sorry' it said simply. Greg sat down on the
bench with a sigh, a week of tension leaving his body. He considered
not giving Nick a response, residual anger still flowing through his
veins. In the end, he wrote a simple 'It'll be ok' and slipped it
into Nick's locker.
He still wasn't expecting to open his locker and find a Post-it the
next time. 'I don't want it to just be ok' was written.
'What do you want?' Greg wrote back, underlining the do. Hours later
he opened his locker to find a box of chocolates with a hot pink
note attached. 'You. I thought that was obvious. Be my Valentine?'
Greg's eyes snapped to the small calendar in his locker. It was
already the 13th. Greg slumped down on the bench and tried to wrap
his mind around the idea that Nick might really want him.
"G?" Greg looked up, startled. Nick leaned against the doorframe. "I
was an ass. I really am sorry."
Greg took a shaking breath. "I just know not to let you have so much
beer in the future."
"Yeah," Nick answered, and continued quietly. "I think you
accidentally brought a six pack of Cupid instead of beer."
Greg almost snorted. "Sure. Blame the beer."
Nick shrugged. "It works." He looked up at Greg nervously. "So?"
Greg stood and grabbed a Post-it pad from his locker. He grabbed a
pen and scribbled a long note that barely fit. He tapped it onto
Nick's chest as he left the room, chocolates in tow. He smiled as he
walked down the hall, knowing that Nick was looking down at the note
that read 'I've been yours for a long time. It's about time you
figured it out. My place tomorrow. This time you bring the alcohol.'
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There was a timid knock on his front door and Greg smiled to
himself. He opened the door to find Nick standing apprehensively
with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Nick took in the sight of Greg,
nicely dressed with his hair un-gelled and brushed neatly. Greg
blushed. "Are you trying to woo me?"
Nick smirked as Greg let him inside. "Is it working?" Greg nodded
vigorously. "Good." He revealed a bottle of wine.
"That'll go great with dinner."
"You cooked?"
"Cooking is a science, Nick. And I'm good at science."
After dinner and the bottle of wine were done Greg showed them to
the couch. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Nick queried. Greg
pondered quietly, a smirk creeping up on his face. Nick tried his
luck, leaning forward and pressing his lips against Greg's smirk.
Greg caved under the temptation and reciprocated the kiss, running
his tongue against Nick's lips until they parted.
They separated laughing, full of excited and nervous energy. "You
have no idea how much I wanted this," Greg admitted.
Nick smiled brightly. "I'm hoping to find out." He kissed Greg again
briefly. "What's for dessert?"
"Us, silly." Nick's eyebrows shot up with a wicked look on his
face. "And I have the perfect topping for you, bought specially at
Lover's Package."
Nick licked his lips. "Pour it on me."