Title: Exclusive
Author: liquid_latex
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. If I did, there would be much more inappropriate slashy content.
A/N: At the risk of sounding incredibly sappy; this is for Saras_Girl, my muse, my inspiration, my best slash-sister. As once again, this fic stems from a conversation we had. Nick's beige jacket comes to you courtesy of 'Felonius Monk'. This also explains why Greg calls it a 'funtain' in 'Viva Las Vegas'. Heh, I'd call it a funtain, too! Enjoy :)
Summary: Greg learns the hard way why you shouldn't write smut in the lab.

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...and your lips graze my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine as you whisper words of desire and want. I pull back and look into your eyes, dark with longing. I could lose myself in your eyes, they mesmerize and captivate me. My gaze travels from your eyes down to your lips and I wrap my hands around the back of your neck and pull you towards me, anticipating the moment our lips join together in a kiss.

Greg paused, tapping the pencil against his teeth as he tipped his chair back and pondered the last paragraph of his story. His brows furrowed in frustration as he tried to decide whether he liked it enough to keep it, or if it required changes.

It had been a slow night in DNA, and whenever he had no work to consume his time, Greg's thoughts inevitably drifted to Nick. As such, he had decided that he should put some of his thoughts down in writing. No one would ever read them, but it was a good outlet for Greg, to be able to give words to some of his feelings. Not only that, but it was a helluva good fantasy too, he thought with a wicked grin. If only...

Tonight's thoughts were centered on Nick's mouth. It seemed to Greg, that every shift brought with it the discovery of something new about his co-worker and object of his fantasies. Something else realized that caused Greg's heart to increase its tempo and his normally steady hands to shake. Quite often, it was Nick's hands. Holding some bit of evidence or a folder for Greg to take, and Greg would marvel at the sight of Nick's hands. His blunt fingernails, the veins running throughout the tops of the hands, the tanned skin, the crinkly dark hair poking out around the edges of Nick's sleeves. Greg would wonder how it would feel to have those hands sliding down his sweat-slicked back or wrapped around his cock, which would instantly harden at that particular thought.

Other times, it would be Nick's chest, underneath his tight fitting t-shirts. Greg thought about how he would love to lick right down the centre of Nick's chest and then back up again; to flick hardened nipples and softly bite the flesh on Nick's shoulders.

When Nick had come into the lab earlier that night, he had the red-stained lips of someone who had recently been eating strawberries. Greg couldn't tear his eyes away from Nick's mouth and now it was all he could think about.

He wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to kiss Nick. How their lips would fit together. How Nick would be as a kisser...would he take control and devour Greg's mouth with his own, or would he be content to let Greg do all the exploring? Greg figured it was a combination of the two. That Nick would be both the aggressor as well as allowing Greg some control of the kiss.

Greg twirled around in his chair, his lab coat flapping behind him as he spun until he was dizzy, eyes closed and lips pressed together as he imagined what it would feel like to have Nick kissing him. What would the inside of Nick's mouth taste like?

Hmm, what indeed? Greg stopped spinning, placed his feet firmly on the floor and waited but a few seconds for the room to come into focus before he reached over and pulled open a drawer. Inside was an assortment of different candies, kept there for him and his DNA partners. They would fill it up from time to time, each adding something else.

Greg stared at the collection thoughtfully, taking time to appraise each one and still giving serious thought to the taste of Nick's mouth. Cinnamon hearts? Spicy and hot, with an underlying sweetness...that could very well be Nick. But no, that wasn't quite what Greg had in mind. What about the slightly bitter taste of dark chocolate? Dark chocolate reminded Greg more of Nick's eyes than his mouth, so that wouldn't do. Now, it could be the sticky sweet taste of a raspberry Tootsie-pop....but still, it wasn't the right image and Greg still wasn't satisfied with that.

Ahh, got it, thought Greg as he reached in and pulled out a small, golden wrapped candy. He held it in his fingers for a moment, deciding, and then took it out of its package and popped it in his mouth. Greg's eyes drifted shut as he savored the taste sensation and let the hard candy roll around in his mouth, coating it in flavour.

It was a Werther's coffee-caramel. It was perfect. Greg had already decided that if someone were to give a flavour to him, it would have to be coffee. Somewhat bitter, but intoxicating all the same. And one of the perfect compliments to that taste was caramel. And Nick could definitely be caramel. All rich and sweet and warm. Perfect.

The image was so compelling Greg knew it had to go in his story. But as he sat back down to write, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the corridor. Headed towards the DNA lab. Hastily, Greg shoved his papers into a folder and bent over the microscope just as the footsteps stopped behind him.

Greg felt a large, warm hand on his shoulder, and knew instantly who his visitor was. It took all his concentration to stop himself from turning into that hand; capturing one of the fingers in his mouth; pressing back into the hard, muscled body of Nick Stokes behind him.

"Hey G, what's up?" Nick questioned and Greg bit his lower lip. 'If only you knew.' he thought but forced his reply to sound neutral, give Nick the results he was really there for.

"Um, oh right. Yeah, your DNA results are a match. Looks like you caught yourself the killer. I solved the case, right?" Greg asked with the trademark grin he reserved solely for Nick.

Nick's eyes sparkled as he couldn't help but smile back at the young DNA tech in front of him. It seemed, to Nick, that no matter how bad his day was going, Greg always had a grin and a goofy remark that was destined to cheer him up. Occasionally, Nick would even make up excuses to visit Greg in the lab. It was happening more and more often and though Nick sometimes wondered at his motives, he found that he simply enjoyed spending time around Greg.

Greg's tongue had been pushing the candy around in his mouth, and it made a soft clicking noise against his teeth that Nick instantly picked up on.

"Hey, what is that? Candy?" Nick asked curiously, his eyes widening slightly as Greg held the candy firmly between upper and lower teeth, visible to Nick. "I want some, too."

Greg flushed slightly and opened the secret drawer, allowing Nick to browse through the wide assortment before selecting one. Greg nearly choked on his candy when he saw that Nick had chosen the exact same Werther's that he himself was enjoying.

Nick peeled back the foil wrapper and held the oval-shaped candy between his thumb and forefinger, examining the swirls of light and dark brown.

"Coffee and caramel is such a good combination, don't you think?" he asked before putting the candy in his mouth. As the flavours rolled over Nick's tongue, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation for a moment. "Mmm, I love caramel."

Greg's imagination kicked in to overdrive at the sight of Nick standing there in front of him, eyes closed, enjoying the rich flavours of the candy. Some of Greg's favourite fantasies often involved food and they always involved Nick.

Instantly, he had visions of sitting sideways on his bed, facing the mirrored closet doors as Nick kneeled behind him and drizzled caramel sundae sauce over his naked body. Then Nick would straddle him and start licking the sticky, sweet syrup off his body as Greg watched in the mirror. Greg imagined Nick kneeling on the floor in front of him, wrapping his sticky fingers around Greg's throbbing erection, while Greg tangled his hands in Nick's hair. All the while, being able to see the erotic images of both of them reflected back in the closet doors. And wouldn't it be something when Nick looked up at Greg and said...

"Hello? Greggo? Anyone there?" Nick waved his hand in front of Greg's face, trying to get his attention.

Greg snapped out of his reverie, flushed and pulled the corners of his lab coat tighter around him, trying to conceal his arousal. He sat back down in his chair and gripped the countertop as he pulled his chair as far under the table as it would go.

"Wow, where did you go, man?" Nick asked, looking intrigued. "Wherever it was, take me with you next time. It sure looked like you were having a good time, and I could definitely use a break from this place."

Now even the tips of Greg's ears burned as he grumbled some incoherent reply about being tired and overworked, the standard response for when he was caught daydreaming.

"No problems," Nick said as he grabbed the folder under Greg's folded arms and headed out the door. "Thanks for the DNA results. You da' man." And Greg's heart did a funny little flip as he saw Nick smile at him before leaving the lab.

After a moment spent composing himself, Greg picked up his pencil and was eager to get back to work penning the coffee-caramel scenario, and he thought the sundae sauce with the mirrors might find its way in there somewhere too. It was too good of a fantasy to abandon altogether.

Greg ran a hand through his hair, adding to the messy mixture of waves and flipped open the folder.

DNA results. The ones Nick had supposedly just left with. No, no, no. Oh shit no.

Greg groaned in frustration as he rifled through all the other folders piled on the worktop, desperately searching for the writing he was secretly working on. No luck. Nick had taken it with him, thinking it was his results.

Greg threw his head back and let out a brief howl, then pushed his chair back violently and began pacing the small confines of the lab. It wouldn't be so bad if there was only a paragraph or two, and if he hadn't mentioned any names. But no....

His very unusual style of writing dictated that he write whatever he was thinking at the moment. He would put bits and pieces here and there and work them all into a semblance of a story when he got home. He racked his mind and tried to think if there was anything in there that specifically mentioned Nick's name or that had any particularly in-depth sex scenes. Greg knew there was. He was just trying to deny that fact to himself.

And in a short amount of time, Nick would open the folder, looking at the results for himself. And wouldn't he be shocked when what he found instead, was a pile of incoherent sex ramblings involving himself and the younger DNA tech. Greg resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could do now, but wait.

Wait for Nick's reaction. Try to play it off somehow. He leaned his forehead against the metal cupboards and then banged his head off it repeatedly.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," was his mantra for the moment.

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Nick walked down the hallway, then stopped mid-stride as he opened the folder to glimpse at the DNA results he had just been given from Greg. He wanted to confirm the findings for himself, even though he trusted Greg implicitly. Still, he had the suspect coming in for questioning and he wanted to make sure he was positive before he went throwing around allegations of murder.

A puzzled look crossed his face when he realized he wasn't holding DNA results at all. He noticed Greg's messy handwriting, pencil scratches and paragraphs, the margins filled with doodles and misspelled words. He considered turning around and taking the folder back to Greg, when words jumped off the page and caught his attention.

Words like 'dark hair and eyes' and other words suggesting scenes of sexuality, lust and romance. Nick's brows furrowed and he ignored the sharp twist in his gut when he realized that Greg was writing some sort of love story, albeit an x-rated one.

"Sara," he whispered, not realizing he was talking out loud in the middle of the hallway. "It must be about Sara."

Why did that make Nick feel sick? His heart did a silly little dive and he felt suddenly, inexplicably sad. Jealous? He wondered. Then conceded to himself that he did feel jealousy. It had taken some story Greg had written about himself and Sara to make Nick realize that he had feelings for the lab rat.

He closed his eyes against the hot rush of jealousy and the looked down at the page once again, deciding its rightful spot was with Greg. He was going to take it back without reading any further. He couldn't. It was making him feel like he was going to throw up, thinking of Greg and Sara together.

But his eyes picked out more words before he could stop himself. 'Texas accent', 'Tight t-shirts and jeans', 'Oh, Nicky.'

His eyes widened, his heart quickened and he ducked into the nearest room, which happened to be the AV room. And thankfully it was empty. He leaned against the door as it closed behind him, clutching the folder to his chest and breathing slightly heavier.

No way was this story actually about him and Greg. That would be just too unbelievable. He should just take it back to Greg right now and pretend he never saw it. But....but what if it were about him and Greg? What if Greg shared the same kind of feelings as he did? What if Greg wanted him to know and this was his way of telling Nick?

All these thoughts and more raced through Nick's mind as he sat down in Archie's chair and began to pore over Greg's notes eagerly.

...and I walked along the edge of the fountain, arms spread wide for balance, as I looked down at you and smiled.

"Get down from there before you fall, Greg," you said, trying to act all serious, when all the while I could see the smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

"I won't fall. I'm as sturdy as a mountain goat," I told you and did a little twirl to prove it.

Of course, I wasn't really that steady, having consumed a fair bit of alcohol prior to my fountain dancing, and when I turned, my foot slipped, and next thing I knew, I was sitting in the bottom of the fountain, as the water poured over me.

Sputtering, and spitting, I pushed my head out from underneath the waterfall and found you laughing. I was embarrassed, but your laughter was rich and warm, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself and the predicament I was now in.

"Come help me out," I said, reaching out my hand for you to grab. "But first, take off that damn jacket."

You looked down at your clothes, your eyebrows furrowing "What's wrong with the jacket?"

"It's beige," I said, explaining as if that were everything you needed to know. "Now help me out already."

You took off the jacket and stretched out your arm to me, grabbing my fingers with your own, and how could you not know that I was going to pull you in with me? Surprise barely had time to register on your face before you were in the water, on top of me, mere inches from my face.

"Good," I said, breathless from being so close, my heart pounding in anticipation, "Now we're both wet."

And before you could say anything, before you could make a move and try to extricate yourself from the fountain, I grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you towards me.

I only had time to see your beautiful dark eyes widen slightly before my own eyes closed and our lips fused together. It was heaven. The water was cold, but your lips were hot, and the instant my tongue found yours, the heat spread right down my centre.

I was so hard, and I thrust myself upwards, rubbing against you, finding you equally as hard. I heard the sharp intake of your breath and felt the water dripping from your head onto my fingers, laced at your neck.

You pulled away slightly, face flushed and looked down at me, the rivulets of water still running from your wet hair and making me blink. You said something about not being able to do this here, outside, in a fountain for god's sake, where anyone could see us.

But then you lowered your head, caught my lower lip between your teeth and bit gently. I couldn't stop myself from moaning and arching upwards. My hands found their way to your shirt, but I kept going, hands traveling downwards, finding your jeans and unfastening them.

I shoved my hand inside, my cold, wet hand found your hard, hot cock and I knew that you were at my mercy. I wanted to make you mine. I wrapped my fingers around you and began to stroke. Slowly at first, until you moaned my name against my lips, then I worked faster and faster until...

Nick arched up off the chair, realizing almost too late, that he had been rubbing himself through his jeans, totally engrossed in Greg's writing. He was painfully hard and on the verge of orgasm, when he reluctantly took his hand away and shut the folder. While Nick desperately wanted to finish, both the story as well as his own denied pleasure, he knew he had work to do.

But if his arousal was any indication, he was going to have to find someway of letting Greg know that he had read his writing and wanted it to become more than just a fantasy. He wanted it to become reality. Grinning wickedly as an idea came to him, Nick realized how to achieve his goal.

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Sara entered the DNA lab, puzzled by Greg's lack of enthusiasm and punchiness.

"Nick asked me to come and get the results. What's wrong, Greg?" she asked, concern written across her face.

"Avoidance," mumbled Greg, shoving his hands in his coat pockets, "I can deal with avoidance, I guess."

But the thought of Nick going out of his way not to be around Greg made his insides twist painfully. The friendly camaraderie that he had come to rely on was no doubt gone for good. As were the touches, the looks and smiles, that Greg had hoped were Nick's way of flirting with him. Gone. All because of a stupid mistake.

Greg picked up a folder and thrust it out to Sara, looking dejected. He debated confiding in her what had happened, but decided against it. Greg was in no mood for chatting right now, however unlike him that might be.

Sara chewed on her lower lip, alternating glances between the DNA results and her friend, wondering if she should press on and find out what was going on. Silent Greg was something she was not used to. She opted for a quick pat on the shoulder and told him if he wanted to talk he knew where to find her, then left him alone with his thoughts.

Greg finished the rest of his shift quiet, sullen, depressed. He knew he never really stood a chance with Nick, but now even their friendship was destroyed, and that hurt him. He wondered what Nick was thinking right now, wondered if he should seek him out and try to explain.

Explain what? he thought ruefully, that Greg lusted after him, possibly was in love with him and as such, had decided to pen smutty stories about him? Greg thought, it was pretty much self-explanatory. And if Nick had been okay with Greg doing that he would have heard by now. If, by some odd chance, Nick had been more than okay with it...well, no chance in that anyway.

He sighed heavily and cleaned his workstation, not too eager to be done for the day, but no more work keeping him at the lab either. Greg supposed he could look forward to a hot shower and some sleep, before waking up and doing this all over again. Even if he had to do it without Nick.

Greg drove home in silence. Totally out of character for him, but he just couldn't work up enough energy to turn the dial of the radio or push the button on his CD player. Music might drown out some of his thoughts, though he couldn't bring himself to do it. Call me a glutton for punishment, he thought with a cruel hint of a smile.

Head bent down, resting on the wooden frame of the doorway, he unlocked his apartment and let himself in. Almost tripped on the large manila envelope inside the door. He picked it up without any conscious thought and tossed it on the kitchen table as he opened the fridge and got himself a beer. Greg didn't usually like to drink alone, but he figured today was a good excuse for a drink.

He twisted off the cap and tossed it on the counter, before sitting down heavily in one of his mismatched kitchen chairs. Greg ran a finger along the slit of the envelope, opening it and dumping the contents on the table.

His writing. What? He thumbed through the pages, noting it was all there and had not been tampered with. He had figured Nick would tear it up in a fit of disgusted rage, or burn it or....

Wait a second... the very last page, after Greg had waffled on about the kiss. There was more to it than that. Greg took a pull on his bottle, then set it out of the way as his eyes widened, taking in Nick's small, neat handwriting following his own scrawling.

...anticipating the moment our lips join together in a kiss.

And as they do, Greg, I know that this is where I am meant to be. Right here, right now. I slide my hands up inside your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin, pulling you closer to me. Our tongues touch and it makes me shiver. I can think of nothing else than undressing you, feeling your body stretched out beside mine on the bed. I want to wrap my fingers around your cock and stroke you. I want you calling out my name as I do. But mostly, Greg, but mostly I want you.

The papers fell with a soft flutter to the table. Greg looked up in disbelief, his eyes unfocused. Nick had read this. Nick had enjoyed this. Nick had added to this. Greg shook his head, trying to clear some of his thoughts and decided he still needed that shower, now if more than ever.

He was agonizingly hard beneath his jeans, even from that one little paragraph Nick had added after his own words. Greg thought he needed to take care of that more pressing urge before deciding on the next course of action. Discarding clothes as he made his way back to the bathroom at the end of the hall, Greg hurried to the shower.

Nick was standing in his bathroom. Naked and hard. Waiting. Greg did a double take, wondering if the beer had hit him harder than he realized.

"What? How?" he stumbled over words, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"You gave me your key. After you locked yourself out that time. In case you ever did it again." Nick said, voice low and eyes flashing as he drank in the sight of Greg's naked body before him.

"But...but..." once again, Greg was speechless. Could think of nothing but Nick, in the middle of his bathroom. Looking beautiful and hard with desire.

"Are we going to talk all night or should we get in the shower?" Nick asked, motioning behind him. Without waiting for a response, he leaned in and turned on the spray, adjusting it to a comfortably warm temperature.

Greg took one step forward and was within touching distance. He slowly reached out a hand, as if afraid that once he touched Nick, the spell would be broken and Nick would disappear into thin air.

His fingers grazed Nick's peaked nipple and Nick threw back his head and let out a low moan. Greg then found himself wrapped in Nick's arms, their bodies pressed tightly against one another as Nick's mouth claimed Greg's. The first thought that occurred to Greg was that Nick tasted better than he had ever imagined. True, he did taste faintly of caramel and coffee, no doubt due to the candy he had eaten earlier. But Nick's taste went even further than the delicious combination Greg had attributed to him. He tasted warm, sweet, wet....incredible. Greg was actually glad he never got to write about kissing Nick, because he knew now, from experience that words could never do it justice. His writing paled in comparison to the real thing. This was beyond words. This was all taste, smell, sight, sound and feel. And Greg loved it.

They rocked together slightly, feeling a leaking wetness and enjoying the friction of cock against cock. Greg took a step forward, while Nick stepped backwards, and together they entered the warm mist of the shower.

"I couldn't get you to the fountain, so I hope this will do for now." Nick murmured against Greg's lips, then pulled his head back slightly to take in the sight of Greg, wet. The hot water coursing down his long, lean body, and darkening his hair.

Greg hissed through clenched teeth as Nick wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke him, agonizingly slow. Greg, in turn, took Nick's heavy erection in his own hand and tortured him in the same unhurried rhythm.

Nick arched into Greg's palm, and leaned closer, nipping at his earlobe, which caused Greg to speed up his movements. The pleasure was intense, like nothing Greg had ever experienced, and he knew he was not going to last long. He wanted to take Nick with him, have him reach that final, delicious peak at the same time he did.

As they stroked each other, motions becoming more and more furious, their lips locked together in a kiss once more, held firmly in place by Nick's hand on the back of Greg's head, fingers threading through wet hair. They moaned incoherent words of desire and satisfaction until the pleasure overtook them and they came, shaking and spilling long, hot ribbons between them.

When Nick felt he could stand on his own again, without having to be supported by Greg, he let go of his head and looked into his eyes.

"Better than the fountain?" he asked, his voice low and deep.

Greg nodded his agreement, and together they finished their shower, taking it slow and easy, enjoying the feel of each others bodies under the running water. They dried off and Greg took Nick's hand, feeling the puckered skin on his fingertips as he led him towards the bedroom.

Nick stretched out on Greg's bed, enjoying the feeling of the cool sheets beneath his heated body, and watching as Greg closed the curtains and found a crumpled pack of cigarettes in the table beside the bed.

Greg lit up and lay down on the bed beside Nick, wrapping his free hand around him and staring up at the ceiling, where the flashing lights of Vegas outside cast shadows.

"Smoking after sex is such a cliché." Greg said as he inhaled.

Nick chuckled beside him, tracing concentric circles around his navel, "Then why are you doing it?"

"Because it is such a cliché," Greg answered in typical Sanders-fashion. Then he turned serious as he angled his head to look at Nick, "What did you really think of my writing?"
Nick smiled and told Greg how, at first, he experienced a twinge of jealousy as he thought he was writing about Sara, and that made Greg laugh. Then he went on to tell him how incredibly turned on and excited he had become when he realized Greg was writing about him.

"But one thing I don't get," Nick added, turning on his side to look at Greg face-on, "What's wrong with my beige jacket?"

Greg exhaled a stream of smoke as he laughed, "That's the one thing you choose to pick out of the story? Nick, it's beige, man."

Nick's brows lifted a fraction as he continued to look to Greg for an explanation.

Greg turned and crushed his cigarette in the ashtray on the table, then took Nick's shoulders and replied, "It's a non-colour."

"Ah," Nick said, as though he understood, when really, he still didn't. He would just have to accept the explanation for what it was, and realized that was just one of the many quirks Greg had. And Nick liked that.

"So..." Nick said, this time trailing a finger up and down Greg's inner thigh. He couldn't stop touching him. "Did I give you any more inspiration for another story?"

Greg stilled Nick's finger with a hand laid across it, "Nah," he said, which earned a slightly hurt look from Nick.

But then he took Nick's hand and wrapped it around his cock, which was hard once more and said with a grin "I think I'll switch to movies."

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