Title: Getting To Me
Author: sandersyager
Characters: Greg, Warrick and Nick
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick didn't mean to see it.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to CBS, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Apparently, I have a loose sort of series of PWP going. You don't have to read the others for this one to work.
Times Like These
About Need

Sometimes it's just about being in the right place at the right time. Or the wrong place at the right time. Or maybe it's the wrong time and the right place and really, who the hell cares as long as you get to watch.

Nick didn't mean to see it. It's not like he was hanging around the locker room just waiting for his two best friends to sneak in during the middle of shift and jerk one another off against the far wall in the blind corner. He'd ducked in there to change his shirt after having a suspect throw a cup of coffee at him, iced, thankfully, and while he went to wash his hands, the door opened and there were hushed voices and then...

Yeah. Not what he planned on seeing tonight, or pretty much ever, because sure, Greg was kinda cute in that little brother way, and Warrick was almost too pretty, but it's not like he ever thought about them hooking up. It's not like he really thought much about them one way or another, they were his friends and that was all he needed to know. And so what if sometimes Warrick's hand on his shoulder made his stomach feel a little funny? Who cared if he occasionally caught himself checking out Greg's ass?

It was all harmless and natural. All guys wondered once in a while, especially in a job like this where it's not unusual to have a coworker strip down in front of you while giving a report on blood spatter patterns and trying to get through end of shift to go home. At least that's what Nick told himself, and honest to God, he never even thought he'd be seeing this.

He never thought once about Warrick yielding to a partner, letting them pin his hands against the wall, above his head. Never imagined Greg being the dominant one, kissing Warrick in a way that made him groan. Never thought he'd hear Warrick beg for anything and that's exactly what he seems to be doing as he asks Greg to touch him.

The sound of breathing and zippers being pulled echoes through the room and Nick knows he shouldn't still be standing there. No more than Warrick and Greg ought to be doing this at work, in a place where anyone could walk in and catch them. They don't stop and he doesn't move, though, and Nick's breath catches when Greg rocks against Warrick, tilting his head into Warrick's neck.

Nick can't think, couldn't move if he had to, and really, this should not be turning him on but it is. The sight of Warrick's lips just parted, the subtle possession in Greg's hand moving from Warrick's wrists down his side, the quiet moans between them, it's all too much to ignore and too much to turn away from.

Then it's all over, Warrick's face turned toward Nick, eyes open and a grin slowly forming. Greg looks over his shoulder, hand raised to his mouth, tongue darting out, and both of them hold Nick where he stands with matching gazes.

"We didn't forget, Nicky," Warrick says after a moment. "Greg was gonna get you some video game, but I thought we should be more creative this year. Turning thirty five's a big deal." He winks and Nick finally lets out the breath he's been holding.