Title: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Author: Clockstopper
Rating: R possibly light NC-17, but I'm think R
Warnings: Spoilers for Fannysmackin' and Play With Fire in the vaguest ways possible and Leaving Las Vegas in a major plot kind of way.
Notes: This one goes to tanisafan. Hun never stop comment spamming. Life would be utterly dull without it.
Summary: “Hmm… you make a convincing argument, Mister Stokes, but I’m afraid I’m gonna need a little more evidence to support your theory.”

“So, I heard you hugged Grissom?”

He looks up from his newspaper and he knows that it’s Greg who had said it. Who else is it going to be when he’s alone in his home after hours.

“Really.”

“Yup. The really weird, gross icky people think that you’ve decided to cheat on me and claim your daddy figure. Of course I said Grissom really isn’t that much older than you and hello, people, I’m a catch. Why would Nick ever want to cheat on me?”

“You certainly think a lot of yourself.”

“The more ludicrous theories couch it on heat exhaustion making you act wonky.” Greg says as he slides into the seat across from Nick.

Nick’s a bit surprised he doesn’t grab some coffee, but he’s too preoccupied with the whole rumor mill at work thing to really care.

“How do you know all this?”

“I keep my ear to the ground. That and Hodges could not stop talking about it. I think he was a bit jealous that Grissom let you get that close to him and Grissom doesn’t let Hodges get that close.”

“Okay, Greg, I don’t want to know that.”

“Not in a sexual way or anything. At least I don’t think so. Sometimes I think Hodges is asexual. Although there was that rumor that he made out with some trace tech that works the day shift during the Christmas party, but people say she was drunk.”

“Greg, seriously, I don’t want to know about Hodges’ sex life.”

“Well, good, because there’s really nothing to tell. The whole making out incident not withstanding, Hodges hasn’t gotten any in seven months.”

Nick cocks an eyebrow. Looks at Greg over the top of his newspaper and Greg seems to be oblivious to the attention as he picks at his muffin.

“I’m so gonna regret asking this, but… how the hell do you know that?”

“We were playing a game. When was the last time you got laid game.”

“We?”

“Me and the rest of the lab rats.”

“You’re not a lab rat anymore, Greg.”

“Honorary is the same thing.”

“Okay, so when did you play this game.”

“Hmm… two weeks ago I think. I remember because it was when I was stuck in the lab after…”

Greg’s voice trails off, but Nick doesn’t need him to finish. Doesn’t need Greg to tell him why Greg had been stuck in the lab because he knows and this makes Nick put down the newspaper and grab Greg’s hand, light squeeze and Greg looks up at him and smiles.

“Anyway they wanted to cheer me up and we used to do this all the time. Except Hodges never found it fun so it had just been us. Jacqui’s always worth a laugh for this game.

“So she corners him, ties him to the chair and demands he tells us. When he refused, she started plucking his hair out with tweezers. And that’s how we got that information.”

Nick smiles a little at that and it’s sad that they do that to Hodges. He’s a bit of an asshole sometimes, but things would definitely be a lot more boring without him around.

“I can’t believe you did that to him.”

“Technically it wasn’t me, it was Jacqui. And he got her back the next day. Rigged some sort of machine in her locker so that it explored shaving cream all over her. It was quite hilarious.”

“Sounds like you adapted to being back in the lab fairly easy.”

“Please, that’s my domain. I am King of the Lab.” Greg says a bit overdramatically.

“Yeah, right. Still can’t believe you’d all want that information.”

“I thought it was gross. But he thought it was gross that the last time I got laid was that morning in your Denali.”

Nick’s eyes go wide and he remembers that day. Remembers the utterly frustrated look in Greg’s eyes after getting off of work, another boring day and Nick still had to work another shift on his case before he could even think about leaving.

Remembers pulling Greg out into the parking structure and kissing him, hands everywhere and he knew then, just like he knows now, that he should have left it at that. Should have given Greg one more kiss before promising to be home real soon and sending Greg off.

But Greg’s hands had been hot and desperate and needy and he’d been asking for it, begging practically because Nick had been treating him with kid gloves since the attack and Greg hates kid gloves.

Nick knows that.

So he gave in, had done something so risky it could have cost the both of them their jobs and had pulled Greg into the Denali. Laid him down in the back seat, kisses still desperate and hands still roaming until Nick shimmied down and pulled off Greg’s pants and took Greg’s cock into his mouth.

“Greg, please tell me you didn’t actually tell them that.”

“Of course I did. I’m still the King of the When’s the Last Time You Got Laid game too. I don’t know why they even play with me.”

Nick turns a little red because of course Greg would be the King of that game. He knows from first hand experience that Greg would be the King of that game.

He gets lost for a second thinking about it, only a little angry that the whole crime lab seems to know secrets about their sex life and he thinks it says a lot to how long he’s been in this relationship with Greg and how Greg’s rubbing off on him.

Doesn’t even notice Greg getting up and walking over to Nick. He does notice when Greg pulls his chair a little bit and Nick turns in it and is rewarded with a lap full of Greg. It’s probably not the most comfortable position he’s ever been in, but it’s Greg on his lap and he’s not about to object to that.

Greg leans down and kisses him softly, mischievous smile on his face.

“So I hear you hugged Grissom?”

Nick sighs.

“I thought he was lying about the sabbatical. I thought he’d finally burned out and I just wanted to say good bye.

“Right, but he didn’t burn out and he’s just going to be gone for four weeks to teach a class. Hodges looked it up and everything.”

“Again, creepy.”

“I know, but it’s just Hodges’ glorified ass kissing. Really, nothing sexual.”

“I don’t even want to think about it for too long.”

“Ha, yeah, neither do I. Still… I’m not so sure that you weren’t trying to look for a daddy figure.”

“God, Greg, that’s just gross. Seriously, man.”

“I know, but you hugged him. Grissom.”

Nick shakes his head and pulls Greg down for another kiss, this one a bit sloppier than the pervious one. All wet and warm and Nick’s hands run under Greg’s shirt to touch the skin on Greg’s back, some of it not as smooth as other parts, but Nick had been there to soothe that away just like all the other times.

“Hmm… you make a convincing argument, Mister Stokes, but I’m afraid I’m gonna need a little more evidence to support your theory.”

Nick laughs and Greg tries to hold back his laughter, but fails and soon their both laughing, Nick holding on tight to Greg so he doesn’t fall out of the chair.

“Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.”

“Hmm… you may have to work really hard to convince me.”

Nick smirks, looks up at the playful look on Greg’s face and shakes his head before leaning in again.

“Not a problem, Greg. Not a problem at all.”

FIN