Title: Christina's Got Nothing On Him
By: amyvand25
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Challenge: #2- Dirty
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: Greg gets a surprise from his boy.
A/N: This came to me as soon as I saw the new challenge. Betaed by my chica redlight25.

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Greg's POV-

I walk into Nick's place after doing a little shopping, and I am very happy that I don't have to leave later. Nick and I both have the night off tonight, which something that doesn't happen very often. I guess Sara was tired of me bitching to her about never seeing my boyfriend more than a few hours a day most days, so maybe she talked to Grissom and they worked it out with Catherine. It's awfully quiet in here, and it very often is when I come here in the mornings and Nick still asleep; but it's mid-afternoon, where is my handsome man?

As I come into the living room, one of Nick's recliners is in the middle of the floor where the coffee table usually is, and why is it there and why is it just the one? He used to have just one chair, but after we got together, he bought the second one so we can watch tv or play X-box together in here. I drop my backpack on the floor and go into the kitchen to get a little something to eat since I forgot to grab a snack at the mall.

"Greg?" From the direction of the bedroom, I hear that smooth and silky voice that makes my toes curl and my dick twitch every time I hear it say my name.

"Yeah, I'm just fixing a snack, you want something too?" I find some cheese slices, and start to make a sandwich.

"Go sit in the big chair...please?"

"Why?" I walk a little more towards the hall and the guest bedroom door is shut part of the way.

"Just do it...please sweetie."

"Okay." I throw the pack of Kraft singles back in the fridge and go to sit down with my food on a paper towel. "Alright Nicky...I'm in the chair." Munching my half sandwich and not sure what is coming, I only have to wait about 2 minutes before the stereo starts blaring. A bass heavy beat comes out with a man's voice rapping and a woman singing behind it and once the song starts, I recognize it.

Ooh, I'm overdue
Gimme some room, I'm comin' through.
Paid my dues, I'm in the mood
Me and my girls gonna shake the room.
DJ's spinnin (show your hands)
And let's get dirrty (that's my jam)
I need that ... to get me off
Sweatin' till my clothes come off.

Oh Lord...it's Christina Aguilera's 'Dirrty'. Wait...I love this song, but what does he have up his sleeve? The track lighting above the entertainment center comes on and from around the back of the chair is my lover dressed up as a cop, maybe his gear from when he was on the force in Dallas. I get the Stokes million watt smile, then...he begins to dance. Now, never let anyone tell you that if a man dances well, he's great in the sack. It's just not true; and the same can be said of a man dancing badly, because Nick sucks at dancing but is very talented in a lot of areas, especially sex. I watch with fascination as he gyrates to the beat of the song in full uniform including the hat and nightstick. A minute or so into to the song, the hat and stick are on the couch and then he puts both hands on the arm rests of my chair so his face is just a few inches from mine and he starts shaking his ass out behind him. He stands up and the shirt is being pulled out of his pants, and I realize that he is doing a strip tease for me. Whatever has gotten into him, it is so not my Nicky, but I like...very much.

Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin' gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival

"You like this G? Like me dancing for you?" Each button on the shirt comes undone while Nick's licking his lips and still moving his hips around in a circle. I have say that it is a very surreal experience watching your boyfriend, who is normally very straight laced, almost to the point of square, dancing and stripping to a song that he would never listen to.

"Yeah...I do." He laughs and once the last button is open, the shirt slips slowly off those tan and muscled shoulders then pools on the floor behind him. I see that he is barefoot, which is a good thing, since this little display is getting me hard and that way he doesn't have take shoes and socks off when we head into the bedroom as soon as he's done.

Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin' (on the floor)
I need that, uh, to get me off
Sweat until my clothes come off
Let's get open, cause a commotion (ooh oh)
We're still going, eight in the morning
There's no stopping, we keep it popping (oh)
Hot rocking, everyone's talking.

Christina continues to sing her fake tits out while Nick's hands move to his belt, opening the buckle and pulling the leather strap from it's loops. Taking both ends in one hand, he begins to whip it around over his head before dropping it and starting in on the button and fly. Ever so slowly, the zipper comes down and it reveals a pair of MY underwear...ones that I thought I had hidden very well in my boxer drawer. It's a gold lame thong that I got as a gag gift from an old friend before I left San Francisco. I never wore them, and not sure how Nicky ever found them. I know their mine rather than a new pair that he bought, because there is a tiny star in the right corner of the front panel. The blue cop pants are off and kicked to the side with the shirt, then Nick turns around and starts waving his ass cheeks in my face. I would laugh, but his ass is one of my favorite parts of his body, the cheeks so round and firm and I always just want to take a bite out of them.

Wanna get rowdy
Let's get a little unruly
Wanna get dressed in a hurry
Let's get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Let's get a little unruly
Wanna get dressed in a hurry
Let's get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival.

The song ends and Nick is standing there sweaty and naked, and the thong has also joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

"So...did you enjoy that lap dance?" Oh I think so… I need to get naked soon before I hurt myself.

"Yeah, Nicky.... it was wonderful. Where did you learn to do that?" He blushes as he looks down then back at me.

"From Catherine." I have to chuckle...for about five minutes, he was hot and bold Nicky and now he's back to my shy Nicholas. One other thing that jogs my memory is when Catherine told me that I would remember if I had seen her dance. If she did anything like this routine, I sure as hell would have.

"I'll have to thank her. Now..." I stand up and take him by the hand. "I'm going to show you something called the Texas Bed Dance." He smirks and raises an eyebrow to me then he stops short behind me.

"G...isn't the Texas Couch Dance?" Pulling him to me and kissing him with my hands on his ass, I give him what I hope is a dirty smile.

"Not if you do it my way."

A/N2: The lyrics belong to Ms. Aguilera, not me; and how I wish that TPTB would write Cat teaching any of the boys how to strip. Well, except maybe Brass and Ecklie. *snickers*

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