Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
by
ScarletFBL
Rating: FRT-13
Nick's eyes fluttered open. He reached up and rubbed at his eyes. It
felt like he had barely just blinked and he was awake again. He
looked over at his alarm clock. 5:55 p.m. He'd only been asleep for
about ten minutes. He looked at Greg. He was no longer lying across
Nick, but spooned against Nick's chest. He rubbed a single finger
down Greg's shoulder, smiling as Greg shivered and tried to
subconsciously move away from the offending digit.
He sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he was going to get
up pretty soon to get ready for work. He didn't want to move a
muscle. He didn't want to put even an inch of distance between
himself and the man he had just made love to. If he concentrated a
little, he could still feel the tingling pleasure of his orgasm
coursing through his limbs.
He gently extracted himself from the bed, relieved that he hadn't
woken Greg. If he had a quick shower, he wouldn't be more than twenty
minutes late for work. Grissom would hand him his ass, but it
wouldn't be too bad. He knew that he would be coming home to Greg,
and that made all of Grissom's potential reprimands seem like nothing.
He padded over to the bathroom and started the shower. I stepped in
and ran a bar of soap over his body to save some time. He quickly
rinsed himself off and cut off the shower. He headed back into the
bedroom, and picked up a towel off the back of a chair that he'd left
there earlier. He dried himself and began rummaging through his
drawers to find something to wear. The sounds of the drawers opening
and closing must have awakened Greg.
"Nick?" Greg's sleepy voice drifted up from behind Nick.
Nick turned around and saw Greg, he had just lifted his head from
under Nick's pillow, where he`d stuck it after Nick left the bed. His
hair was flat in some places and sticking out wildly in others. Nick
couldn't believe how perfect he looked in his bed. "Yeah?"
Greg yawned and stretched. "What time is it?" He asked, falling back
down on the bed in a boneless heap.
Nick gave the clock a quick glance. "It`s three after six," He got
out a pair of boxer-briefs and pulled them on. He got out a pair of
slacks and pulled them on as well.
Greg sighed. "I guess that if I get up right now, it won't make much
difference. I`m already late for class."
Nick pulled a shirt on over the undershirt he'd just put on. "Shit, I
forgot that you had to go to class."
Greg rolled over onto his back and scratched at his ribs. "Don`t
worry about it. The reason behind my delinquency is well worth a
couple of missed credits." He put his hands behind his head and
smiled dreamily. "And the tingle in my ass�definitely worth
it." He wriggled slightly under the covers.
Nick shuddered, Greg's words going straight to his groin. He took a
bit of pride, knowing that he was the one who was the result of Greg
feeling that particular sensation, and that he wasn't the only one
tingling in places he didn't normally tingle. "I`d say it`s worth
it." He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Greg. He placed
his hands on either side of Greg's head, leaned down and kissed him,
chastely. "I have to go to work," he whispered against Greg's lips.
Greg reached up and head Nick's head in place. He licked across
Nick's lips and Nick opened his mouth, allowing him access. He swept
his tongue around the other man's mouth, their tongues dueled for
dominance. Knowing that he probably wouldn't win this round, Greg
nibbled on Nick's bottom lip for a moment before pushing him
away. "Okay, go to work. Go poke bodies with a stick as you do." He
turned around, pulling the covers up over himself. He couldn't hide
his smile.
Nick couldn't see him smiling, but he could hear it in his voice. "I
believe it`s `a step above poking a body with a stick.`"
Greg snorted. "If you say so."
Nick rolled his eyes, laughing a little, despite himself. He finished
dressing and walked out of the room. Right as he was about to head
out the door, Greg called out to him.
"So, I guess this means that you won`t be picking me up from school
for crazed-monkey sex, huh?"
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Nick walked into the locker room and opened his locker. He reached in
and put the dirty change of clothing already there in a small duffel
bag, so that he would remember to take them home when he left in the
morning.
His home. Where Greg was waiting for him. Beautiful Greg, with his
hazel eyes, a bit too thin body, and incredibly tight�Nick shuddered.
This was not the place to be thinking of his lover's anatomy. He
hurriedly put in what needed to be put in, and took out what needed
to be taken out of his locker before anyone could walk in and see him
embarrass himself. He closed his locker and walked out.
He walked into the break room where Grissom and Warrick already were.
He avoided standing by Grissom and chose to stand next to Warrick on
the other side of the table. Grissom looked up and gave him `the
look'.
Nick groaned, inwardly. 'I am *so* in for it.' He tried
smiling innocently at Grissom.
Grissom just raised his eyebrow before looking down at a the manila
folder which he had in his hand.
Warrick nudged him with his elbow and leaned in when Nick turned to
him. "What`s up with you? Why are you late?"
Nick shrugged. "I was helping Greg get the rest of his things form
his apartment today. I took a nap, and I guess I must have overslept."
Warrick's eyes narrowed. "I`m not buying it," he said, skeptically.
Nick flushed. "I don`t know what you`re taking about. Can`t a guy
just oversleep?" He asked. 'Oh, man, that sounded weak, even to
me.'
Warrick continued to look at his friend for a long time until the
proverbial `light bulb' seemed to come on over his head. His eyes
widened. He smirked. "You got laid, didn`t you?"
Nick shushed him, looking over at Grissom who was still concentrating
on whatever was in the manila folder. "Will you be quiet," he
hissed. "I didn`t say that."
"But you did get laid, didn`t you. I can tell. You glow, and you
don`t usually glow, at least, not like this you don`t."
Nick sighed. There was no getting anything past Warrick once he
caught whiff of a secret. He folded his arms. "Okay, so I got laid.
Happy?"
Warrick's smirk widened to a smile. "Not particularly, but I`m
guessing that you are. And, let me guess, Greg is the
proprietor of this happiness, am I right?" He inquired.
Nick blushed, but answered anyway. "Who else would it be?" He asked.
Warrick slung an arm around Nick's shoulders, shaking him a
little. "Oh, you sly dog, you. The boy couldn`t resist your southern
charms, could he? You didn`t wear him out too much, did you? I was
planning on coming over one of these days and dropping off some mixed
CDs for him."
Nick glanced over at Grissom. "We are so not discussing this,
here. You know what? We`re not going to discuss this at all. What
happened to you not wanting to know what goes on in my bedroom, huh?"
He asked.
Warrick laughed and let him go. "That still applies. I just love
having something on you to make you blush, man." He pinched Nick's
cheek and then laughed again as Nick swatted his hand away.
Grissom cleared his throat loudly. Both men jumped a little and
turned their attention towards the older man. "If you two are done
gossiping, I`d like to give you two your assignment. Since Nick was
late," He gave Nick a glare, "I`m going to pair you two together on a
rape/homicide. Sara and Catherine have already been given their
assignment since they were on time." He gave them the address of the
scene and handed Warrick the folder.
Warrick sent an exasperated look Nick's way that said `Why do I have
to suffer because of you?!'
Nick only smirked and patted him only the back, giving him a look
that said `'Cause you love me, you silly, silly man. Serves you
right.'
Warrick just snorted and walked out of the break room, muttering
about "Texans and their stupid mind-talk�."
Nick was about to follow, when Grissom called him. "Yeah, Griss?"
"I'll let you slide, just this once, but don't let this Greg make you
late again," Grissom said.
Nick was nearly bowled over. "Y-yes, sir. It won`t happen again."
Grissom nodded. "Good." Nick started to walk away. "No matter
how good the sex may be�."
Nick nearly tripped over himself. He walked out of the room,
Grissom's snide laughter at his back. He didn't know how, but the man
always managed to knock him of his feet with one thing or another.
This time, literally. He couldn't decide whether he wanted Grissom to
ream him for being late, or not.
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Despite the initial ominous signs, the day turned out to be pretty
easy-going. Nick collected samples, Warrick ragged on him about his
sex life, and then, finally, it was time to go home.
He walked into the locker room and was about to open his locker when
Sara walked up to him.
"Hey, Nick, how`s it going?" She asked. She was already dressed to go
home.
Nick smiled at her. "Nothing much," he said, opening his locker and
pulling out his duffel.
Sara clucked her tongue. "That`s not what I heard. Seems like you`ve
got yourself a little bunkmate. Why didn`t you tell me you were
seeing someone?"
"Who told you that?" Nick asked.
She shrugged. "Stuff gets around quick here, you know that. Last I
heard, though, the source was Warrick," she said.
'I am going to strangle him!' Nick thought. He hadn't come out
and told anyone, but it was pretty much common knowledge that he and
Sara had had a `thing' not too long ago. It was supposed to be no
strings attached, but it hadn't ended well for either of them. They
managed to piece back their friendship and get past the awkwardness
of having to work together after the whole ordeal. He ran a hand
through his hair. "I am seeing someone, but that`s no one`s business
but mine."
"Well excuse me," Sara said, sarcastically. "I thought that we
were friends." She crossed her arms into front of her.
Nick sighed. "We are, but you have to understand, it doesn`t feel
right for me to talk about these things with you."
"Why?"
"You know why."
Sara pursed her lips. "I just hope she`s worth it," she said, and
then walked away, leaving Nick alone in the locker room.
Nick waited a few minutes before following the same path she had just
taken. He went out to the parking lot and stood by his car. He took
out his cell phone. He dialed Warrick's number. He held the phone up
to his ear. It picked up on the first ring.
/`Okay, before you strangle me, I just wanted to tell you it wasn't
my fault,'/ Warrick said. He'd picked up immediately, seeing Nick's
number on the caller ID.
"Oh? And how did you just slip and tell my ex that I'm seeing
someone?" Nick asked, irritated.
/`Come one, man, you know how she is. She gets that look on her face,
and plays mind games with you. Before you know it, you're telling her
your blood type and shoe size. You're used to it. I didn't stand a
chance.'/
Nick rubbed his hand over his face. "I do know how she is, but that`s
no excuse, Rick."
/`I know. At least I didn't tell her that you were seeing a guy. I
think she would have freaked. I'll make it up to you, man, I swear,'/
Warrick said.
"You`d better." Nick hung up the phone and got into his car, throwing
his bag into the passengers seat. He turned the car on. He pulled out
of the parking lot and started to drive home. At a red light, he
reached over and turned on the radio. Toby Keith was playing. He
turned it up.
By the time he got home, he was singing Rascal Flatts' "What Hurts
the Most" under his breath as he unlocked the door. He opened the
door and walked in, closing the door behind him. The smell of food
cooking greeted him a moment before Greg did.
"Hey, Nick!" Greg walked out of the kitchen in a pair of pajama
bottoms and an apron. His hand was on the wall.
`When the hell did I get an apron?` Nick asked himself. "Hey,
Greg. Whatever you`re cooking smells good. How did you make all
this?" he asked out loud. He grabbed Greg around the waist and kissed
him.
Greg laughed and put his arm around Nick's neck and led him into the
kitchen. "I wouldn`t exactly call it cooking. More like nuking the
hell out of stuff." He sat Nick down at the table. He walked over to
the counter and retrieved two small plates. On them were two English
muffins with sausage, bacon, egg, and cheese inside. "Thank God you
have microwaveable sausage and bacon. That, I can do. The egg and
cheese, too. The English muffins, of course, went in the toaster. I
can`t really cook anything more complicated than that until we make
some modifications and get some blind-friendly gadgets."
Nick smiled. "Oh, I love a man who can work a microwave." He took a
bite of his food. It was pretty good. Better than anything he could
make himself, that's for sure. "I`ll be sure to look some stuff up,"
he said around a mouthful of food.
Greg nodded and started to eat his own food. He paused and tugged at
the apron he was wearing. "I like this thing. Don`t ask me why."
"I won`t," Nick said. 'I`ll just have to ask you to wear it with
nothing underneath, next time.'
When they finished their meal and Greg had taken off the apron, they
moved to the living room. They sat down on the couch and Nick pulled
Greg to him. Greg got the remote and cut on the TV.
"What, no cartoons?" Nick asked.
Greg shrugged. "Nah. I decided not to torture you today."
Nick poked Greg in the ribs. "So you admit it? You were drying to
give me seizures with those flashy cartoons!"
"I have no idea what you`re talking about," Greg said.
"Uh huh." Nick pulled Greg closer and kissed his hair. They sat there
for about thirty minutes in silence before the phone rang. Nick
reached over and picked up the phone. He frowned.
"I`m sorry, but I can`t understand what you`re saying. I think you
may have the wrong number," he said.
Greg's head moved from it's place on Nick's shoulder. "Wait, Nick, I
think that might be my parents. They speak Norwegian."
"Oh, okay." Nick handed him the phone. He moved his arm from around
Greg when he started to pull away. He tried to concentrate on
watching the TV, but it wasn't really working. It didn't really
matter, though, because he couldn't understand a word that came out
of Greg's mouth. He did realize, however, when the conversation was
over.
Greg handed him back the phone. "Well, Nick, at about six o`clock
this morning, you`re going to be meeting my mom, my dad, and Papa
Olaf."
Nick put the phone on the charger. He turned back to Greg. "And you
were planning on telling me this when?"
Greg had the grace to get flushed. "I know this is kinda sudden, but
I thought that I`d have more time. I guess when my mom said that she
was coming to see me, she meant right now." He held his thumbnail
between his teeth.
Nick took his hand away from his mouth and replaced it with his own.
He pulled away and sighed dramatically. "I guess I`m gonna have to
make this place mom-proof, aren`t I? No underwear hanging from the
ceiling fan, no condoms and lube on display on the nightstand. The
usual." He let Greg to pull him into a deeper kiss before pulling
them both up so that they could get started on cleaning up the house.
Greg nodded. "Yeah, no me walking around naked�." He walked into the
kitchen.
"Yeah, no you walking around�." Nick stopped in his tracks. "Wait!
WHEN WERE YOU WALKING AROUND NAKED, AND WHERE WAS I?!" He followed
Greg into the kitchen. It was another twenty minutes before either of
them got any cleaning done. The apron also made a reappearance.
