Title: Bones
Author: cindvon
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No plot really...But it is kind of cute minus the chessy pick up lines.

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Greg walked into the lab, his white lab coat flowing slowly behind his long legs. Nick sat at a table across the hall, examining evidence from a new case. He glanced up to view the young lab boy in some new semi-tight blue jeans and a tight shirt with some bands label on it. His body was slim and his brown hair was spiked with an unnamed brand of hair gel.

Greg looked at a file resting near a rack of test tubes with a strange red liquid in them. His soft face screwed into a look of anger before he flipped through the pages. His eyes went to Nick, looking over the bones of a murdered body, and he felt a great pain in his chest. Nick was standing, moving a femur into place, his tight khaki jeans moving against his cute, strong ass.

It was late and Greg hated that he was called in to work. Every night now he had trouble sleeping. Call it an unrequited love problem, but all he could think about was Nick, his Nick. He knew it was crazy, him thinking Nick would be gay.

He pondered that word, gay. What actually made someone gay other then the most obvious fact that they liked the same sex? It wasn't just the same sex to Greg. It was Nick. But he had gone through life going after women with no sign of being "queer", and when Nick came into view he had hid his feelings.

That was the simple fact of it all. He couldn't possibly have Nick, not like he wanted, not above him, covered in small love bites and sweating with passion. Thinking about this image made Greg a little excited and it had to be tonight he decided to wear tighter pants. The glass encasement of the lab would allow anyone to see his erection, but the worst was Nick, who was now walking towards him. The cowboy's hands laden with a box of bones. 'Ironic, huh?' Greg thought with another lustful image in his head.

There was only one choice, run. Greg took off as fast as he could towards the bathroom. Nick was almost knocked flat on his back, the bones flying everywhere, a few breaking on the tile lab floor. He sat up and turned to see Greg closing the bathroom door.

Nick sat up, already feeling a bruise form on his back, and looked at the mess of evidence that had taken him hours to sort through. Grumbling he got up, dusted off his back and started picking up the bones. A picture lay on the floor near a pelvic bone.

Nick's eyes widened when he saw it. It was himself at his apartment, one of those days he woke up at noon and walked around in his boxers. He had no idea how it had gotten here, but then, as he looked at his own chiseled abs and arm muscles a thought, or rather a name came into his mind.

He walked slowly to the bathroom; the door wasn't locked so he went it. The bathroom was almost spotless with a dark blue tile stretching to the white painted walls. It was fairly lit, but had a mysterious look to it.

A voice came through one of the stalls. Nick locked the door as he heard Greg's moans. He was in the third stall, calling Nick's name while jacking off. He was so close to cumming it was driving him crazy. His hand closed tight around the head of his cock. All he could think about was Nick sucking him dry; he didn't even hear the footsteps coming near the stall.

He started to cum with that sultry image in his head. The stall door opened at that moment and Greg's eyes snapped open as his load shot right onto Nick's black shirt.

Nick stood there, looking wildly at Greg, his eyes sweeping over him hungrily. He moved in, causing Greg to back further into the stall. Greg let out a sound of terror as Nick's big hands wrapped into his lab coat and pulled him up.

Greg tried to push, to getaway, he knew Nick was strong, stronger then him, and knew Nick could kill him. Before he could push a second time Nick's lips were on his, Nick's eyes closed, and his body moved forward, pressing Greg against the stall wall.

Nick kissed Greg harder, forcing his mouth to open, wanting to taste him. Greg's pants were still down, his erection forming again. There was no way this was real, he thought, but did nothing to slow Nick's hands as they roamed his body, making their way under his shirt.

Greg finally started to pull at Nick, his shirt, pants, very close shaved black hair, whatever the young lab boy could get a hold of was pulled at or pulled off. Nick striped Greg quickly; it was easier than a woman's clothes and proceeded with kisses as he helped take off his own clothes.

Both of then stood naked, kissing each other in that bathroom stall, pushing against each other, touching, and moaning. Nick kissed and nipped down Greg's body until he found what he wanted. Greg let out an animal-like noise as Nick pulled his dick into his mouth. That daydream was slowly coming true and it was way better in real life.

His brain stopped with the strong feeling of sucking on his cock. His cowboy sucked so hard it verged on the edge of pain, but he stopped suddenly, and Greg looked down. "I didn't know you swayed this way." Nick said and smiled while he stood up and touched Greg roughly.

Greg moaned as an answer, wanting to finish, needing to finish. Wanting his cowboy to turn him around and fuck his brains out. Just that image caused a shiver to run down his spine. Nick laughed and bit Greg's ear. He bent down, kissing his neck, moving his head to the side. "This is what I've been waiting for," Nick paused to say before grabbing Greg and slowly pulling his hard cock.

Greg blushed, realizing this was real, and moaned loudly. He pulled away and turned around, wanting Nick to get his fill. His ass was gorgeous. Nick pressed Greg up against the wall wrapping one hand around Greg's cock, the other on his chest, and thrust into him.

Greg let out a deep groan as Nick moved. Nick smiled behind him and kissed his neck and shoulder from behind. He moaned and bit Greg's right shoulder, as he started moving faster. Greg was pushing against him, the friction gone, and turning into ecstasy.

"So, little lab rat has a hot streak," Nick said and moved his hand around Greg's hard cock roughly, and thrusting even harder into him.

Nick moved faster, feeling the coming orgasm. His breathing came in rigid gasps; sweat beading on both their bodies. Greg came, thrusting against Nick's calloused hand, shooting the stall wall and staining it with cum. He felt Nick cum in his ass and the moan he let out echoed around the bathroom.

Everything went black to Greg for a moment. When he could think clearly again Nick was still behind him, holding onto him. His breathing was shallow, his kisses slow. He pulled out and Greg almost fell to the floor. Nick held him up and took him to the sink.

"Here," Nick brought a wet towel to Greg's face. He slowly washed Greg's body off with it. They kissed again, deeply and dressed reluctantly. Nick opened the door after making sure his lab rat was ok. "Your first time?" he said, holding Greg to him.

Greg nodded, blushing, his breathing still returning too normal. Nick smiled devilishly and kissed him again, pulling any essence to him, wanting to keep it. "How 'bout you come home with me tonight," Nick stood with his hand on the door. "I'll teach you how to ride like a real cowboy."

Greg pushed away, smiling in turn. "Fine as long as I can teach you some experiments." Grissom was waiting in the lab, a midst the mess of bones. "Where have you two been?" He asked irritably. "Break," Nick said plainly. "Greg, I need you to run to the chemical storage for a few items." Grissom said.

After Grissom gave Greg the list Greg took off, no obvious sign of their love on him, but Nick knew. Nick turned back and started helping Grissom pick up the bones. "Was he good?" Grissom asked with a smile. "Huh?" Nick smiled at Grissom's knowing look. "Yeah, very tight. How'd you know?" Grissom smiled, "I'm a scientist...plus I could hear you two from a mile away." Grissom laughed at Nick's Texan blush.

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