Title: Drabble
Author: Leah1878
Pairing: Hodges/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Hodges hated Greg Sanders. He hated his stupid spiky hair, he hated his shirts, and most of all, he hated it when Greg decided to basically shove him at Nick Stokes in the most unsubtle ways imaginable."

Hodges hated Greg Sanders. He hated his stupid spiky hair, he hated his shirts, and most of all, he hated it when Greg decided to basically shove him at Nick Stokes in the most unsubtle ways imaginable.

Fortunately, Nick was kind of naive, especially when it came to his own attractiveness, and was so far oblivious to any of Greg's 'plans'.

Hodges had even started to relax a little, mistakenly thinking that Greg must have gotten bored and moved on to another, probably more likely, matchmaking project.

He was *not* expecting Greg to flick a container of who-knew-what chemicals at him, catching his across the chest and the front of his jeans.

Just as Nick walked through the door of his lab.

"Hodges!" Nick said, in what sounded like genuine fear. "You have to get out of those clothes! Here, let me help you."

And Nick Stokes was pulling off his shirt. Unzipping his jeans. And Greg was leaning against the counter full-on grinning, smirkingly, knowingly, at him.

Hodges glared his most evil death glare, but Greg just waggled his eyebrows, a trick he'd picked up from Hodges, interestingly enough.

Nick's wide hands were running down his sides, over his stomach, hipbones, thighs, and Hodges' breath caught in his throat.

"I don't think you're burned." Nick said, glancing up, still on his knees, his face eye level with Hodges' crotch. His hands kept moving, his brown eyes wide and worried. "This doesn't hurt does it?"

Hodges bit back a groan, forcing his eyes away from Nick's.

'Greg Sanders, I'm going to kill you'.

Greg just smiled.

'Happy birthday,' He mouthed back.