Title: From Across the Bar
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg & Danny/Martin (Without a Trace)
Rating: R
Summary: "They're making out now," Greg observed. (Crossover with WAT; from a request: features Danny/Martin and a cameo by Horatio.)

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"Will you calm down?" Greg hissed.

Nick turned, mouth half-opened in mild surprise at Greg's annoyance.

"Stop looking around like you're expecting to be jumped. We're in a fuckin' gay bar. In New York City. We couldn't be any farther from Vegas...or your parents," Greg added to himself.

"I'm not used to being so public, Greg, you know that."

"Sorry, babe, but maybe it's time you grew up."

Greg smirked and took a long swig of his beer. Nick, pouting now, leaned back in his chair and started scanning the room once again.

"Come on, Nick, just relax with me. God knows getting Grissom to give us vacation together is a once-in-a-lifetime chance."

Nick sighed and reached for his own drink. Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. He jumped five feet into the air.

"Didn't mean to startle you, boys. Mind if I buy you two a drink?"

The man was wearing a dark suit, his orange hair starkly contrasting against his pale skin. Strangest of all, he was wearing sunglasses, even in the dark bar. He stood, surveying Nick and Greg, his hands on his hips.

Greg opened his mouth to respond, probably with a snide comment, and Nick, noticing this, stopped him before Greg said something he regretted.

"Uh, no thanks. We're together."

"I noticed," the man responded, a slight smile forming on his lips.

Nick suppressed a laugh. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Greg break into an amused grin.

"No thanks. We're not into that," Nick said with as straight a face as possible.

"All right, all right. Have a nice night." The red-haired sunglasses-wearing man waved and headed off towards the other end of the bar.

"We'd reconsider if you were hot!" Greg yelled at his retreating back. When Nick shot him a look, Greg shrugged. "I couldn't help myself," he winked.

"He was pretty ugly," Nick chuckled, and the two men dissolved into alcohol-fueled giggles. They laughed loudly for what felt like hours, the other men in the bar casting annoyed glances their way.

Nick wiped his eyes. "Hey, Greg, don't look now, but there're two guys staring at us. To the left."

Greg looked.

"They look hot," he said, wagging his eyebrows.

"You're not suggesting-"

"And if I am?"

Nick shook his head, but he couldn't hide his smile.

~

"They saw us," Danny grinned. "The blonde one just looked again."

"I think the brunette's hotter," Martin commented.

"It's the blonde. Spiked hair's hot – I would know."

"Brunette."

"Got a thing for brunettes, don't you, Fitzie?" Danny smiled. He grabbed Martin by the tie and pulled him close for a kiss.

~

"They're making out now," Greg observed.

Nick leaned close. "We can do better."

"Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. This is a side of you I'm not used to seeing," Greg winked.

"Shut up and kiss me."

Nick's hands slid inside Greg's polo as their tongues battled for supremacy. He knew he was exposing Greg's skin to a room full of horny gay men, but he wanted their watchers to see. From the corner of his eye, he saw the darker-haired man do the same to his boyfriend.

"Are they copying us?" Greg murmured into Nick's mouth.

"To the letter."

~

"Danny, your hands are cold," Martin protested, pulling away.

"Yeah, well, those two other guys are doing that and I don't see the blonde complaining."

"Why are you so eager to impress them?"

"A little competition never hurt anyone, Martin." Danny put on his best puppy-dog face, pouting his kiss-swollen lips and looking right into Martin's eyes. Then he squeezed Martin's ass.

"Just do this for me. And you can fuck me tonight."

"God, Danny," Martin groaned, surging in for another kiss.

~

"They're getting pretty physical," Nick said.

"I'll show them physical." Greg crawled off his stool and onto Nick's. The position was awkward, even a little dangerous, but Greg wrapped his legs around Nick's waist for support and slung an arm around Nick's back.

"How's this?" Greg asked.

"Pretty damn hot."

Greg grabbed one of their beer bottles and took a sensual swig, then tilted Nick's head back and poured the liquid into his boyfriend's mouth. Setting the beer back on the bar, Greg pulled Nick for another deep kiss.

~

"They're gonna get thrown out."

"Probably. Unless we get kicked out first," Danny said with amusement in his voice.

Martin's eyes widened when he felt Danny's hand pressing against his inner thigh, inching upwards, and suddenly Danny was cupping the bulge in his slacks. He moaned, a low, needy noise from the back of his throat. Danny slowly started rubbing his hand up and down in a steady rhythm.

~

"Fuck, is the guy on the left getting a handjob?" Greg asked, blatantly staring.

"Looks like his boyfriend's hand is on his cock," Nick nodded.

"Not fair." Greg looked down at Nick. "Wanna risk it?"

"We're in the middle of the bar. They're in a dark corner – someone will see us." Something in Nick's voice told Greg that he wasn't really arguing.

"You liar. You've got an exhibitionist streak, don't you?"

"Maybe."

Nick reached for Greg's erection, outlined in his too-tight jeans, but as soon as his fingers had swept across the bulge, the bartender appeared out of thin air. He was yelling at them, words unintelligible over the loud music, but Nick and Greg could make out the words "get out" and "none of that in here."

Greg slid backwards off Nick's lap and grabbed his hand, pulling him forcefully towards the door.

"Fucker!" Greg yelled over his shoulder as they left. "That was worth it."

Nick hailed a cab. "Yeah, but let's get back to the hotel room before I fuck you against the alley wall."

"Sounds good to me," Greg smirked as the cab stopped at the curb.

~

"Damn!" Danny said, pounding his fist onto the table. "They just got thrown out."

"And I think we're next," Martin groaned. He hurriedly pushed Danny's hand off his cock and zipped up his slacks.

Sure enough, the bartender had left his post and was heading straight for their table.

"I saw you two. Take it somewhere else!" he yelled.

Danny laughed and led the way to the door. "Maybe we can find our friends, eh, Martin?"

"I'm up for pretty much anything tonight."

They stood in the cool night air, the two other men nowhere in sight. Danny sighed and searched for his keys.

"So, do I still get to fuck you?" Martin asked hopefully, pressing his body against Danny's.

"Oh, hell yeah."

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