Title: Dirty
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Greg makes a mess at home and Nick is not upset in the least. In fact, quite the opposite. Please note this is my first NC-17 fic and this is pure porn in every sense of the word.

CSI Greg Sanders was making coffee. There was nothing inherently shocking about this activity. In fact, if you were to tell someone that Greg Sanders was making coffee, they’d look at you with a remarkably blank expression on their face. What made this day different from all others was the fact that Greg was wearing only a large oversized T-shirt and socks. He and Nick had just gotten over a rather nasty cold. Nick had insisted on going in to work early, while Greg was using his off-time to the best of his ability. Reaching up to the top shelf to get out his special blend of coffee, he grunted as he stretched on to his tiptoes. Unfortunately, the bag was farther back in the cupboard than he had previously thought and he had to do some fancy maneuvering to get the bag. The bag was halfway out of the cupboard when it happened. It fell to the tile floor with a loud THUD spraying coffee grounds all over the newly mopped tile.

“Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!” cursed Greg, looking around in a panicked state for something to clean up the mess. Running over to the outlet that charged the dustbuster, his socks slipped on the tile sending the lanky CSI careening into a bottle of soda. The bottle fell over when Greg’s foot connected with it, the cap popping off sending cocoa-cola onto the tile floor mixing in with the coffee grounds.

“FUCK! My ass!” shouted Greg struggling to
stand up. “Guess I need more than the Dirt Devil. Where the hell did he put the mop? And the ball ointment.” muttered Greg, massaging his crotch.

Greg struggled to stand up, limping as he walked over to the broom closet. Grabbing a mop and bucket he returned to the kitchen and began cleaning up. After several minutes of sweaty work, the white tile was slightly less brown. As Greg bent over to squeeze the mess out of the mop, he heard the keys shifting in the lock.

“Hey, babe! I’m home! I had this insane case today, you’ll never guess who did it!” shouted Nick from the entryway.

“I’m in the kitchen. Watch the mess!” shouted Greg, still bent over the bucket.

Greg heard footsteps coming from the doorway and a clang as Nick dropped his keys on the counter. “Holy shit!”

“Sorry about the mess, babe. I was getting coffee and one thing lead to another and-“ started Greg standing up straight.

“Not that. You expect me to notice a mess when you’re bent over in front of me butt cheeks spread wide?” panted Nick.

“Wow. Someone’s horny.” Replied Greg, smirking.

“Damn straight, now follow me to the bedroom.”

“But I’m all sweaty and sticky and covered in coffee grounds.”

“Which is turning me on even more. If you don’t take off that shirt in the next five seconds I will rip it off you and have my way with you on the couch. Sweat and all.” Nick growled.

“Sir, yes sir.” Replied Greg pulling off the shirt as Nick led him to their bedroom. Nick slammed the door closed behind them as he tossed a now naked Greg onto the bed.

“Turn around.” Breathed Nick, his voice guttural.

Greg complied without saying a word. Nick grinned evilly and began tearing off his clothes. He tossed his shoes across the room, wincing a bit as they landed against the wall.

“I hear you getting naked, but I’m not allowed to see it?” asked Greg, his face in a pillow.

“No. Face in the pillow.” Grunted Nick, unbuttoning his shirt, deliberately lengthening Greg’s torture.

“And you’re wearing a dress shirt! You know how that drives me wild.” Breathed Greg, trying to contort himself to see Nick.

“What part of ‘face in the pillow’ do you not understand?” growled Nick. Greg shut up and turned around.

When Nick was completely naked, he lunged towards their end table and grabbed the nearest bottle of lube. Greg still face down in the pillow, Nick crawled across the bed and draped his legs over Greg’s prone body. Squirting some lube on his hands, he “accidentally” let some drop on Greg’s lower back, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the younger man. Nick smirked and slid a few fingers in between Greg’s cheeks. Greg yelped in surprise.

“No warning at all, Tex?” squealed Greg.

“No. Now be quiet, there’s six more inches coming fast.” Nick slid on a condom and readied himself.

“Better not be coming fast at all. I’ve had a long day of nothing at all and I’m ready to – FUCK!” Greg wasn’t able to finish the sentence. His vocabulary had suddenly diminished drastically.

“There’s a good boy. You’ve been dirty, haven’t you?” said Nick as he entered Greg. Greg was speechless and could only nod his head in response. “You’re a dirty boy, aren’t you?” Another nod. “You like it when I do this to you, don’t you?” Another nod. “You don’t want me to stop do you?” Greg violently shook his head. “Good, now stay still.” Greg nodded as Nick quickened his pace. The bed creaked as Nick’s thrusts got stronger and stronger and Greg’s moans got louder and louder. Greg dug his face deeper and deeper into the pillow, almost feeling the springs in the mattress underneath the lovers. Greg tired to contain himself but wasn't able to hold it, sending his cum pouring out onto the bed sheets. In due time, Nick reached the edge as well and went skyrocketing over.

“FUCK YEAH!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. He fell back on the bed, panting. Greg rolled over and smiled, panting as well.

“I have got to make messes more often!” he breathed.

Nick could only muster a small nod. “Now go shower, you’re filthy.”

“Care to join me? It’s always been a fetish of mine to take a jock in the shower.” Greg winked at Nick before standing up.

“I’m getting too old for this.” Breathed the Texan.

 ~~~~

“Hey, Cath, I’ll catch up with you in a couple hours, Grissom has me dumpster diving!” shouted Nick down the hall.

“Isn’t that usually Greg’s job?” replied Catherine.

“Yeah, but he’s off today.”

“Send the hubby my best, Nicky!” shouted Catherine, eliciting a shy wave from Nick as he left the building.

As Nick shut the door of his car, Greg strolled into the lounge where Catherine was waiting.

“Is he gone yet?” asked Greg.

“Yeah, he is. He won’t be back for a few hours, the address Grissom gave him is across town. Will that give you enough time to set up?” she asked, a smirk on her face.

Greg placed a large shopping back on the table across from Catherine. Unable to contain herself she peeked in.

“Wow! Just what are you planning to do to the poor guy, Greg?”

“Just a little wine and dine. Don’t you believe in romance Miss Willows?”

“Of course I do. Call me ‘Miss Willows’ again and Nick will have noting left to play with at night.”

“Youch, point taken. Wanna help me set up?” asked Greg, a devilish grin on his face.

~~~~

A few hours later, Nick pulled into the parking lot of the CSI building. He was covered head to toe in dirt, grime, and who knew what else. He knocked on Grissom’s door.

“Hey, Griss. I’m back. Here’s the report. Nothing really big. The gun wasn’t there, but then again, in that neighborhood, the bastard probably held onto it.” Said Nick.

“I was afraid of that. Thanks anyway, Nick. Oh, one more thing.” Said Grissom, taking the file Nick offered him.

“Yeah, Boss?”

“Take a shower, you’re making my roaches sick.”

Nick rolled his eyes and turned to leave, heading towards the CSI locker room. He passed Catherine in the hall.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower and I’ll meet you outside Cath?” he said.

“Hopefully not too quick.” Said Catherine, winking and walking away.

There must be something in the water today. Did someone slip something into Lake Mead? thought Nick. He pushed open the door of the locker room and took a step back. The whole room was covered in small, red candles. The lockers were covered in red sheets and the windows even had small plants in front of them. Greg was sitting on one of the benches with a bottle of wine and two glasses laid out in front of him.

“Greg? What’s all this?” asked Nick.

“A little romance after a long shift. Trust me, I know how annoying dumpster diving can be. I wanted to give you something to look forward to.” Said Greg, shifting his weight so he was straddling the bench.

“You know I always look forward to you, Babe.” Replied Nick, smiling.

“See? It’s lines like that that always outdo me in the romance department.” Said Greg.

“What’s all of this, chopped liver?” asked Nick, indicating the lengths Greg had gone to. “You did a great job, Babe.” Said Nick walking over to kiss Greg on the cheek. “But what if someone needs to come in?”

“Then Wendy and Catherine will tell them the place is closed for repairs. They’re standing watch.” Replied Greg.

“You thought of everything.”

“Don’t I always? Now take a shower, you smell like shit.” Said Greg, playfully pushing Nick away. Nick winked as he unzipped his coveralls, revealing that he was only wearing a pair of tight black boxer-briefs and a black t-shirt underneath.

“Take the rest off slowly.” Commanded Greg.

Nick winked and slowly took the shirt off over his head. Smiling at Greg, he traced a finger down his stomach, knowing it would drive Greg wild that it was not the younger man’s finger touching Nick. Turning around, Nick placed a thumb on each side of his boxer briefs and slowly slipped them off letting them pool on the locker room floor.

“God, you’re perfect.” Breathed Greg.

Nick walked into the shower and reached over to turn on the faucets and before he knew it, Greg was next to him naked.

“You didn’t think I’d let you stand here alone, did you?” said Greg.

Nick shook his head.

“Good. Let me wash you.” Said Greg lathering his hands and running them over Nick’s back. As Greg spread the soap, he rubbed small circles into Nick’s back. Each time Greg pressed into Nick’s back or chest, Nick moaned in pleasure.

“You know, Greg, if this career with the LVPD doesn’t pan out, you could always work in a massage parlor.” Said Nick.

Greg, who was currently massaging Nick’s legs, looked up to his lover’s face. “You’re the only one I’ll ever need, Babe.” Greg stood up and kissed Nick on the lips. As Greg’s tongue darted around Nick’s the former lab tech slipped his hand down to Nick’s crotch and he started playing with Nick’s cock.

“Oh, Baby, that feels so good.” Moaned Nick.

Slowly and surely, Nick’s erection grew and in no time Greg had changed positions and was stroking Nick’s length. Greg went down to his knees and wrapped his mouth around Nick’s length every now and then adding a little pressure, causing Nick to moan each time. Greg quickened his pace, occasionally licking along Nick’s length, each time being sure to look Nick in the eye as much as he could, knowing this drove Nick wild.

“Oh God! I’m close! I’m close!” shouted Nick, grabbing onto the security railing for support. “FUCK YES GREG!” he shouted, shooting over the edge.

Greg took all of Nick’s load in his mouth, turned around and managed to spit it right out in the center of the drain. Standing back up, he kissed Nick long and passionately.

"C’mon, Tex. Dry off, we have wine waiting.” Said Greg, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel.

“But, you didn’t get anything outta this.” Said Nick.

“Oh, I got plenty.”