Title: Garbage
By: weirdbagel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Greg/David/Nick
Disclaimer: Dont own em
Summary: TOTAL PWP! Contest between me and Pabzi on who could write a porn faster... I lost...

Greg was cleaning. Most people probably wouldn't understand the significance that if they didn't know Greg personally. Greg Sanders was cleaning. Willingly.

Willingly being that he was almost out of clean clothes and the thick layer of dust lying on everything was wreaking havoc on his sinuses.

Garbage, the band, not the stuff in the plastic container in the kitchen, had a way of making time fly, and soon the laundry was sorted and started and the knick-knacks and appliances were dusted and shiney. All that was left was sweeping and vacuming. (Windows could wait until next week, right?)

Greg was in the middle of a very sweet tango with his lovely broomstick when a loud knocking pounded over his stereo. He sacrificed only a couple of decibles before gliding into the entryway and opening the door. There was no hesitation once he saw who it was. He tugged the vistior inside by the shirt collar, much to one David Hodges' suprise.

Greg pushed his boyfriend up against the nearest wall and proceeded to lay the most delicious kisses upon any exposed inch of skin. David's groan of "Why, hello there Greg..." was nearly lost under the sensual crooning of Shirley Manson.

Garbage, the band, not the stuff in the plastic container in the kitchen, also had a way of making the most amazing make-out-and-then-some music. Which, Greg would later muse, would probably explain how they somehow ended up sprawled across the couch. Greg on bottom, shirtless, David's crotch grinding heavily against his own.

"David." He gasped, clawing at the half-undone button-up shirt his lover wore. Both men tried to ignore the loud rapping on the door, but it only grew louder over the music. "Love, go answer the door."

David growled but slowly distangled from Greg and moved to the door. He gave only a half-hearted attempt at straightening himself up, before yanking the door open.

"Stokes?" He questioned, even more confused at the equally confused look Nick was giving him. It was then that it hit him. He was standing, dishelved and flushed, in -Greg's- apartment. And while it wasn't exactly a secret that the two had been seeing eachother, the taller Texan was aparently quite suprised, judging by the bright red coloring across his cheeks and nose.

"Oh, hi Nicky!" Greg appeared behind David, obviously not having a flying care in the world as he did nothing to hide the evidence of what he and his boyfriend had perviously doing.

The three men stood there a moment, the awkward silence overridden by the music on the stereo. But Greg was impatient. And horny. And dammit he had two sexy men in his house.

"Christ, already." He rushed forward and grabbed Nick by the hand, yanking him into the living room.

David hardly had the time to gain his senses and close the door before he realized just what Greg was doing. And Holy Hell, what Greg was doing was hot.

On his knees, Nick pushed against the wall. A beautiful mouth against a beautiful half-hardened cock. A speechless man with his hand in Greg's unruly hair looking confusedly between the man sucking him off and David. His eyes asked what his mouth was too speechless to. "Is this okay?"

David's answer came half-a-second later as his mouth began to claim Nick's warm, slighly salty neck, his hand running up under the taller man's shirt. Nick was going into sensory overload, both David and Greg could tell. Whatever poor Nick Stokes had come over for was gone now.

Greg pulled his mouth away from the older man's cock. "Let's take him into the bedroom, Dave."

Greg's voice had that husky, lustful growl to it. God, who could say no to that?

"I wanna play with him there." Greg had already stood and was tugging Nick along with him by the front of his shirt.

"Is he always like this?" Nick panted softly, glancing at David in a way that sent a hot shiver down his spine.

"When he's turned on, yeah." And everything turned Greg on.

"Why don't you two do something useful instead of yammering all day." Greg was already stripping.

"Demanding little shit..." Nick mused as he began undoing his own shirt.

"Oh yeah." David smirked.

"Telling rumors isn't nice David." Greg whispered against his lips, sliding David's shirt away and then working on his pants. "Might make me cry."

Nick just stood there, cock in hand, watching the two lovers interact. How Greg's whispered words would get entangled in a kiss as he undressed David then slid onto his back on the bed, pulling David over him, still whispering in that low, lusty way.

"His cock is so big David." Greg groaned, his legs already looping about David's hips. He knew better. David didn't like to do it raw, no matter how much Greg insisted he enjoyed it. Which probably accounted for all the bruises, hickies and scratches that littered both men's bodies. "You should let him take you."

"Wh-What?" David flushed.

"Let him fuck you, David." He made his voice intentionally loud, grabbing Nick's attention in a heartbeat.

"That doesn't sound like a half bad idea." Nicks voice was doing that deep, husky thing too.

God, did anyone tell these guys how insanely HOT that was?! Apparently, because David was now, officially, in Heaven. Nick's strong hands trailed over his waist and sides as he positioned behind him. Greg had somehow dug the lube out of the nightstand and handed it up to Nick, but not without getting a stern glare from his boyfriend. "You too."

Greg only smiled sheepishly and kept silent as David's glare turned to an expression of pained pleasure. Nick was fingering him now. Preparing -his- David for a good fucking. Greg's cock twitched. "Nnn..." Greg moaned. His legs were lowered now, spread over the bed now to give Nick full access to David, and Greg reached down to tease his own cock as he watched his boyfriend being sexed by his coworker.

David's tightness was incredible, and it took all Nick had to hold back from fucking the poor man blind. "Fuck, David." He panted heavily, burying himelf deep inside the other, until David's ass met his pelvis.

"You're doing that already." David growled, fingers twisting into the sheets of the bed.

"You're too cute." Greg chided, leaning up to plant a kiss on his blushing boyfriends cheek.

"Oh, fuck you." David wanted to yell, but it came out a moan.

"Yes please." Greg grinned.

David couldn't help the small smile that touched his lips at that. Small, because he was currently being filled by Nick Stokes and his smile soon gave way to a moan. He would have made some offhanded comment about things indeed being bigger in Texas, except "Texas" was technically in -him- at the moment.

David fumbled with the bottle of lube, which somehow had managed to land near his knee. It was that blue kind again. One would think blue would smell something like berries. But oh no, Greg seemed to have managed to find the only bubblegum scented (and flavored) brand of blue lube in Vegas. Generally, David wasn't the "bubblegum" type. But a bubblegum-flavored Greg was definately something that couldn't be ignored.

Of course, neither was a horny, impatient Greg. Try as he might, Nick was doing the most amazing things to his ass and David hardly had the sensibility to tend to his younger lover's needs. No matter, Greg had already seized the bottle and was squeezing his favorite lube onto his fingers. He reached down, lifting his hips a bit so his hand could reach around. "Mmm..." Greg moaned as his own fingers pressed deep into him.

"Shit, Greg. That's so hot." Nick groaned, looking over David's shoulder at the younger CSI.

Greg managed to sneak out a soft laugh over his own pleasured panting. "Well thank you, cowboy."

David didn't join in on the exchange.Mainly because he was blind from the extacsy his prostate was in, and deaf from the heartbeat pounding in his ears. His only comprehensible thought was he needed to stick his dick in something slick, tight and hot. Now.

Luckily Greg had one of his "genius moments" and lifted his legs up again, further up than David's waist. David instinctually looped his arms about Greg's legs and wasted no time in shoving his cock into Greg's self-prepared hole.

How Nick managed to hold off was a miracle. Everytime he pushed into David, David pushed into Greg, and Greg would arch, writhe and moan the most filthy, erotic things Nick had ever heard. Over and over they moved against eachother; Greg's knuckles grew white from thier intense clutch on the bedframe above him.

"Fuck Nicky!" Greg shouted, letting out a feral growl. "Harder! Fuck him harder!"

Jesus, Greg was trying to kill him, David speculated. And what a way to go. Being fucked to death by Nick Stokes while your lover screamed for even more. It was this reason that David figured he could be forgiven for being the first to cum. He tensed, buried only half-inside Greg as he spilled his seed into his lover.

Nick wasn't far behind, because David's orgasm meant tense muscles, and tense muscles spelled disaster for the longevity of his sexing. He too came inside.

Greg, much to his own amusement, didn't have anything to cum into except his own hand. And the angle in which he was posed well... He hoped David and Nick weren't too freaked out when began laughing as he managed to shoot some of his own cum across his cheek.

David shook his head and nuzzled Greg's neck as Nick pulled out of him. "You're such a weirdo." He breathed, wiping the sticky white semen off Greg's face with his thumb as it dribbled downward.

"Mmm... I know..." Greg moaned a little as David pulled out of him. "But that's why you love me."

"Indeed." Came Nick's voice from behind David. He took David's hand, and without hesitation, cleaned away Greg's cum with his mouth then settled back into the bed with a sigh. "So... I gotta ask..."

"What in the HELL was all that about?" David finished Nick's sentence.

Greg only grinned at the both of them, then rolled over contentedly. "I was cleaning house..."