Title: Bentley
By: Verisimilitude
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclamer: I do not own CSI. I'm making no money from this, not as if anyone would pay for my stuff anyway.
Note: Please forgive me, I know absolutely nothing about cars. I looked some stuff up on websites but I really don't know if it's right. Not that it really matters, in this case. Takes place around season 5, after the team split.
Summary: It's Greg's birthday and Nick rents a car.

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"Thanks a ton, Sara, I really appreciate your driving me home" Greg said, sitting in the passenger side of Sara Sidle's Tahoe.

"Nothing's too good for the birthday boy, Greg", she replied, "turning 30 is a big deal and it really sucks that your transmission died."

"You're telling me. I can't wait till I get the bill."

"It was good of Grissom to let you off early, though", she pointed out.

"I think he was just getting annoyed at my birthday-excitement energy", Greg responded.

"True, you didn't manage to sit still for more than 30 seconds during that meeting."

"I made it that long?" he grinned.

Pulling up into the driveway of Greg and Nick's house Sara gasped in amazement as she saw a red 2005 Bentley sitting in the open garage. Nick was struggling to tie a gigantic blue ribbon around the hood. Greg sat in the Tahoe and stared, mouth agape, and speechless for one of the very few times in his life. He vaulted out of the Tahoe and ran over to his lover. Turning to see them Nick blushed slightly and said, "You're home early! You weren't supposed to be home for another hour!"

"You, you, you..." Greg began.

"Wait a minute G, I didn't buy it-it's just a rental. I figured since your car is in the shop and it's your birthday..." Nick didn't get a chance to finish his explanation because of Greg's mouth suddenly on his, tongue demanding entry with a fervour to be envied by the most passionate harlequin-romance heroines. Nick, at first shocked at Greg's flare of passion, slowly put his arms around his lover and kissesd him back in like kind. Sara, having gotten out of her Tahoe upon arrival, quickly became embarrassed, and, although she wouldn't admit it to even herself, slightly envious of the love and passion shared between her two friends.

Nick is the first to recover his senses and he pushed Greg back. He flushed a lovely shade of red as he stammered out an apology to Sara. Greg, never taking his arms away from around Nick's neck, turned and smiled at her.

"I'm gonna go, I've ah, got some, uh...stuff I should go do...happy birthday Greg!" Sara quickly replied as she jumped back into her Tahoe and drove away.

"I can't believe you just kissed me like that in front of her", Nick said, too happy to be truly angry with Greg.

"I can't believe you rented us a Bentley. And it's not like the whole lab doesn't know anyway" responded the younger man, "so, gonna show me what this baby can do?"

"You're the car-fan, do whatever you want." Nick grinned as he and Greg walked into the garage.

"*Whatever* I want?" Greg asked, smirking as he reached for the button to close the garage door. Nick, not yet understanding the plan Greg had in his dirty little mind looked at him quizzically as the garage door descended.

"Don't you want to take it out for a spin?" he asks.

Greg moved closer to Nick, taking the older man's hand and pulling him towards the hood of the rental car. Greg sat on the hood, wraped his legs around his still-standing boyfriend, grabed Nick's ass with both hands and replied while staring straight into his eyes:

"Definitely."

Nick, now fully up-to-speed on the situation, surged forward for a kiss just as passionate as the one they shared in the driveway. Only this time there's no one watching and in the relative privacy of the enclosed garage Greg started to show Nick how much he appreciated his birthday present.

Greg unbuttoned Nick's shirt atan alarming speed, sliding it off his back and onto the concrete floor. His hands ran over Nick's bare chest, his strong shoulders, his muscular back over and over. Never stopping and never getting enough contact. Kissing him over and over. Whispers of 'oh God' and 'fuck, yeah' and 'oh baby' coming from both men reverberated off the walls of the garage. Nick leaned in, one hand supporting himself on the hood of the red Bentley and the other holding Greg's head as he sucked a mark high on Greg's neck. Greg moans, grabs Nick's ass and grinds into him hard, receiving a moan from Nick in return. "Oh God baby" Nick says "you are so fucking hot".

"Nick, oh Nick, God. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me right here on the hood of this car. Please baby, I've always wanted to be fucked on the hood of a car, please" Greg begs, desire full in his voice.

Nick practically rips off Greg's shirt in his frenzy to comply with his boyfriend's wishes. Greg hurriedly begins to work on the button to Nick's pants, unleashing his boyfriend's hard cock and stroking a few times while Nick pulls him forward off the hood of the car. Greg kicks his own jeans off as Nick reaches into the pocket of his discarded pants for a little packet of lube. Over this past year with Greg he's learned to be prepared for the younger man's bouts of spontaneous eccentricity. This way, he never misses a golden opportunity to fuck Greg senseless in some location Nick never would have thought of on his own-like the hood of a red 2005 Bentley.

Nick grabed his lover, pulling him into a hard kiss and rubbing his naked body against that of a very naked and very excited Greg. Cocks brush together, eliciting a pair of moans which Greg follows by saying, "Oh God, Nicky, fuck me now, please, fuck me now".

"Anything for the birthday boy" Nick replies as he spins Greg around and bends him over the hood of the car.

"Oh God, oh God yeah." Greg cries as his own cock brushes against the car when Nick enters his body in one smooth motion. "Fuck yeah, oh God Nicky! Yeah!"

Nick moans and begins thrusting slowly. Grinding into Greg slow and hard, going deep with each stroke and pushing Greg's body into the metal hood of the car. When he rented it Nick didn't expect this, but seeing Greg get so turned on by it, surprisingly turned on by it himself, Nick knew he'd be damned if he wasn't going to fuck Greg right into that hood.

Greg's moans of pleasure, pleas of 'faster, please, God Nick just fuck me already', his frantic bucking back against Nick's cock made it so Nick had to pick up speed. It felt so good. So good. He began thrusting into Greg hard and fast, leaving tiny finger-shaped bruises on Greg's hips as he used them for leverage again and again as he pounded into him.

Far too soon Greg was coming, coming all over the hood of the beautiful red Bentley. Coming while screaming Nick's name and that was just too much for the older man. Nick came really hard and damn, he never thought he himself would get so turned on by a car.

Nick fell forward onto Greg's back, sighing and panting. He threaded his fingers together with Greg's and began slowly kissing the neck of the man beneath him.

"Oh Nick," Greg panted out, "You really know how to shop for a present, don't you?"

"We haven't even driven it yet" Nick whispered back, "and there's still the back seat."

The end.

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