Title: Bugged.
Author: slashxyouxup
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: From Bodies in Motion. Nick freaks out over a bug and Greg is there to help him relax. Post Grave Danger.
Warnings: Blowj.
Disclaimer: Writer’s lie – just like your parents.

“I’m starving,” announces Sera, standing up from the pieces of evidence which lie across the blue mat. “Everyone’s going out for some lunch, you want anything?”

Nick shakes his head. “No, thank you. I think I’ll work on this a little longer.” Sera nods, wipes her brow and walks away. Nick watches her for a moment before taking off his cap and rubbing a hand over his forehead. It’s pretty hot today he notes, before pushing the roles of his sleeves even further up his elbows. He grabs a piece of yellow gas pipe and takes it over to the open trunk of his SUV.

When he’s reaching over for his kit he feels a tiny, almost unnoticeable, tickle across his right forearm. He freezes for a moment before turning to see. It’s a bug, a cockroach to be exact, large menacing looking, almost taunting him as it wanders across his flesh. A cold shiver runs down and through his body, going right to the bone as he remembers what it was like to have those tiny tickling feelings all over his body. Then he remembers the pain, the sharp pinches, the panic and the fear. He jolts his arm, knocking the insect off and on to the floor. He shudders, pushing the cold waves down and out of his body. He’s stares in to the car but not really directly at anything and narrows his eyes, trying to force those images out of his mind. He can’t think about that now, about the box underground or the horror and the fear. It’s not the place, not the time.

He feels another tickle on the hairs at the back of his neck and he spins around quickly, making the person stood there jump a little and lean back. Nick sighs in relief. It’s just Greg. “You ok there, Nicky?” he says softly, eyes full of concern like they have been for the past God-knows how long. He’s holding a sandwich that smells like Nick’s favourite. Tuna mayo.

“Yeah,” Nick breathes, “I’m fine,” he tries to sound convincing, but with the look on Greg’s face he knows he’s not fooling anyone.

“What happened?” Greg demands, though his voice is still soft and sweet. There’s no point in even trying to lie to him, so Nick just sighs.

“There was a bug, it just freaked me out,” he admits, kicking at the dirt like an embarrassed teenager.

“Freaked out like, oh my god! Look how many legs you’ve got! Or like, oh my god, I was once in a box with your cousins?” Nick has the urge to laugh a little because Greg makes him laugh and smile daily just by being himself, and here he is at Nick’s crime scene, unannounced, sandwich in hand and being all Greg.

“Uh, the last one,” he finally replies. Greg lets his shoulders drop and he slides a hand over Nick’s waist. Nick glances quickly to the empty street, checking it is empty, by force of habit.

“Nicky…” he trails, voice low and kind, stepping in closer and sliding the other arm around him. Slowly, Nick starts to hug back, squeezing Greg’s slender frame against his own. “You sure you’re ok?” he whispers and Nick nods against his neck. Greg pulls back a little so he can look at Nick’s face, he smiles and presses their foreheads together. “You need to relax a little, baby,” there’s something that flips inside of Nick every time Greg calls him that. You’d think after two years he’d be used to it, but he still takes the inward acrobatics as a good sign.

“I know,” he nods, “I will do, I promise.”

When Nick presses his lips to Greg’s he only intends it to be a short peck, but Greg obviously has other ideas. He grabs the back of Nick’s head and kisses him harder, prying his lips open and sucking on his tongue a little. Nick gives in instantly, as he always does, the back of his legs hitting the edge of the trunk as Greg claws as his sides and shoulders. After a few moments Nick pulls back, breathless. “What are you doing?” he whispers.

Greg grins and grabs a hold of Nick’s hand. “Helping you to relax,” he says simply before pulling Nick around to the other side of the SUV. He pushes Nick against the car, nips at his lips and falls to his knees. Nick’s eyes widen instantly.

“Greg!” he hisses urgently. “Get the hell up, man.” Nick looks around from left to right, even though he knows the closest cop car is right down at the bottom of the street. When he looks back down to Greg, he’s already got his jeans open and pushed down a little. As he pulls down the waistband of Nick’s boxers and breathes on the tender skin there, Nick lets his head roll back against the car and opens his mouth to moan silently. Greg smirks and rolls his tongue out of his mouth for a testing lick, grinning widely when Nick’s hips jerk instantly.

Grabbing Nick’s hips Greg goes in for the kill, sinking down over Nick and taking him in to his warm and wet mouth. Nick makes a noise now, a low and feral growls as Greg’s lips tighten around him. How Greg manages to get him so hard, so fast, he will never know. It’s always been a sure talent of his, one that Nick is thankful for – sometimes.

Greg’s a bit of an expert at sucking cock, as Nick has had the pleasure of finding out many times. He hums and sucks and licks and fondles like some sort of Olympic pro, and pretty soon Nick’s thrusting between the car and Greg’s mouth, swearing quietly in both English and Spanish while threading his fingers tightly through Greg’s hair. He moves a hand over Nick’s stomach, dragging his blunt nails across the tanned and taut skin there, smiling around Nick when he feels the muscles quiver beneath his palm. Nick makes the fatal mistake of looking down, seeing Greg’s darkening brown eyes and spit slick lips making his cock disappear. It all proves to be too much, and with one last Spanish curse his hips buck and stutter as he comes, long and satisfying in to Greg’s mouth.

What Greg doesn’t swallow he spits on the ground and Nick grinds it in to the dirt with his shoe. He does Nick’s boxers and jeans back up gently before crawling his way up Nick’s body until they’re face to face again. Nick laughs and rolls his eyes at the grin on Greg’s face. “You’re such an animal,” he says, pushing at Greg’s shoulder. Greg leans in close and purrs in to Nick’s ear, who wraps his arms around Greg and pulls him in close for a tender and loving hug. “Thanks,” he whispers. Greg brushes his fingers over the short hair at the back of Nick’s head and softly kisses his temple.

“No problem,” he replies before pulling away and leading Nick back to the trunk of the car. He picks up the wrapped sandwich and presses it in to Nick’s hand. He kisses him quickly, “Don’t forget your lunch,” he says before winking turning to leave.

Nick leans back against the SUV and opens the sandwich, watching Greg walk away until he’s completely out of sight.


~Fin