Title: Heat
By: Rabidfan
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: Summer storms bring on a heat wave of another kind.

Heading home at the end of shift usually was something to look forward to. Usually. Nick was actually kind of dreading it this particular morning. For weeks, he and Greg had planned to spend a long, lazy weekend at Greg's folks' beach house in San Diego. Sun, surf and sex. God, it had sounded so good. Now, Nick had to tell Greg that those plans had to change. Again.

Ecklie had been surprisingly blasé about their relationship. His only stipulation had been that it couldn't interfere with the running of the lab. No problem, right? Except one of them was always needed, one of them always on call. With this latest change in their plans, it made three times in six months. Greg would not be pleased. He missed the beach, and lamented how pale he'd become; he'd lost his perpetual 'surfer' tan.

A long weekend home, even with one on call, wouldn't have been terrible. But the God's of Las Vegas were out to ruin Nick's sex life. The temperature gauge hovered in the high 90's, and the summer monsoons had arrived early. So far, five inches of rain had fallen in the last 24 hrs. It was going to be messy, and that meant that business at the lab would be good.

The weather would just give Greg something else to complain about. He hated the heat combined with humidity. He hated the monsoons. He was used to the frequent, gentle rains and the cool temperatures of Northern California. The intense, flood-like monsoon moisture made him decidedly nervous. Even after more than six years in the desert, Greg still had not adapted.

Pocketing his key, Nick pushed the door open. As expected, clothes and luggage were strewn around their small living room. Greg was not a tidy packer. Nick heaved another sigh. "Greg? I'm home."

"We should pick up some more sunscreen before we go. Once we get there, we always forget." Greg crossed the room to greet Nick. "Think we could wiggle another day out of Ecklie? The waves are supposed to be in good form for the next five days. It's a good time to learn some basics." He'd been trying to get Nick on a surfboard for about a year, with out much success so far.

Picking up on Nick's silence, Greg finally looked up from his lists. "What?" he asked. "What's wrong? Nobody got hurt tonight, did they?" After the run of luck the team had had lately, it was the first fear for everyone.

"No, no. Nothing like that." Nick steeled himself for the coming debacle. "Ecklie wants one of us on call for the weekend." Greg gaped at Nick, mouth in a perfect 'O' of shock.

"He can't." Greg carefully laid his list down, so gently, like he thought it might explode. "He just can't do this to us again! We've earned this weekend, damn it!" Greg wheeled away from Nick. He started pulling things back out of the bags, adding to the heap on the couch. "Which one of us is on call?"

"Me." He didn't really have anything else to add. For an awful moment, Nick feared Greg was thinking of going on without him. He didn't think he could stand that. Greg continued emptying his suitcase, studiously not looking at Nick. "I see." Yeah, he was pissed.

"With the monsoons, well…you know it's going to be crazy." Nick wished Greg would at least look at him. "He said he was sorry, and that we could have another weekend soon." Like this weekend had been meant to make up for the cancelled one before. "Greg?" Nick couldn't stand this. He'd been geared up for a solid weekend as close to Naked Greg as he could get, and Angry Greg was a lousy substitute.

"Come on, G. Talk to me." He reached over, drawing Greg's hands away from the suitcase. Nick pulled Greg into a loose embrace. "We'll do something here, G. We can use the beach house later. Your folks won't mind." Nick minded, and Greg minded. There really wasn't anything either could do about it at this point.

The skies chose that moment to really open up. Sheets of rain, lightning and thunder. The lights flickered once, than again and finally gave up all together. Nick could hear the A/C unit winding down. Ugh oh.

"Yeah. Like empty out the spoiling food in the refrigerator if the power doesn't come back up. Yippee!" Nick drew the still-fuming Greg closer, rubbing their hips together.

"Come on, Greg. Forget this stuff for a while." He pressed a hopeful kiss against Greg's lips. "Let's just pretend for a little while that we're out of town. Just the two of us." Greg's frown was fading at the same pace his cock was responding. "Come to bed."

"It's gonna be too hot" Greg complained. His heart didn't seem to be in it though. He was flushed and hard. Nick's favorite look for him.

"Pretend its Hawaii. Hot, sticky Hawaii." Nick tugged Greg's belt loose. One of the skills he'd learned from years of getting Greg out of his clothes was getting his pants undone with one hand. It left another free to urge the still-stubborn Greg forward. Into their bedroom. Into their bed. He let that free hand close around Greg's cock, and all the younger man's resistance faded.

"Hawaii, huh." Soft, breathy voice, glazed eyes. Yeah. "Okay, lead the way." Nick flashed a brilliant smile, giving Greg's dick one last stroke. Hard, leaking. This was going to be so great. Nick brought his pre-come dampened fingers to his mouth, swirling his tongue around his knuckle. He laughed when Greg groaned at the sight.

"Tease." Pretty soon Greg wouldn't be able to form coherent sentences. Nick loved being able to reduce him to this. That Greg was so eager to join with him. That he wanted Nick as much as Nick wanted him. The heat in the room only added to the fire in Nick's belly. He needed to be inside Greg. Now. All day. He wanted to have Greg feel it for the rest of the week. Feel where Nick had been. Where he'd laid claim to what was his, his alone.

"Not teasing. Just making a promise of what's coming." Greg groaned again. He started pulling Nick's tee shirt up. "Off, Nick. Come on…Hawaii's waiting." Nick didn't need any more encouragement than that. He swiftly dealt with the rest of their clothes and pulled the now-naked Greg back against him.

"Uh…Nicky…more." Yeah, he'd lost the ability to talk. Nick laughed out loud. God, this was perfect. Just being with Greg…no matter where…was so damn right. He let his hand trail down that lithe body, wrapping firmly around Greg's hard shaft once more.

"Love you, G. Love you," he whispered into Greg's hair. Stroking slowly, running his thumb up and over the sensitive head. Greg panted into Nick's neck, thrusting into his sweat-slicked palm. "Want you, G…right now. Alright?" No more foreplay. He needed this.

"Yeah. Now." Greg stretched out on the bed. God, so beautiful. He drew his knees up, spreading them wide to make room for Nick to lie between them. Nick reached out, running his hands over sleek muscle, over sinewy thighs. "God, G. Mine. Mine." Maybe Greg wasn't the only one losing the ability to speak.

"Yours," he whispered, cupping Nick's balls with long, talented fingers. "Yours, always." Those fingers tugged gently, so gently. Nick bit his lip, stifling the urge to come right then and there.

"Roll over, G. On your knees." Greg scrambled to comply. Back arched, knees wide, ready to take Nick in. Nick's hands worshiped Greg as they prepared him. He hadn't taken enough time to stretch him, he knew that. The sharp hiss as Nick first thrust into him was proof of it. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but that intense heat. The almost painful clench of muscle, swallowing Nick's cock. Wet, slick…hot, hotter than the sun.

Nick pulled out, almost all the way only to drive in again. In, in until his balls pressed up against Greg's compliant body. Nick grunted, pressing forward, trying to get even deeper. It wasn't enough, could never be enough. He thrust into Greg again and again, each thrust harder, at a slightly different angle. Greg pressed back into each one, meeting each thrust with his own cries and moans. Only when Greg tightened around him with a shout did Nick pick a steady rhythm.

Now that he'd found Greg's prostate, he made sure each press, each bruising thrust brushed hard over it. Greg gasped, mewled, squirmed…trying to keep that intense contact. Nick reached between Greg's legs to grasp hold of his straining erection. He was close…damn close. Nick struggled to bring Greg off first, to give him everything he had.

"Come on, come on." His thrusts were almost brutal, beginning to lose the rhythm he'd so carefully established. Just. A. Few. More. "Come for me, G…come for me." One more wild thrust, one more firm stroke over heated flesh, and Greg came with a shout, his come splashing over Nick's hand. One, two more hard thrusts and Nick's own orgasm sent hot come deep into Greg.

They lay together in a sodden heap, spent, happy beyond words just to be with each other. The faint 'thunk' and the breath of cool air signaled the power was back on. Good. The room was like a sauna, and Nick wanted to give Greg a few minutes to recover and start all over again. He'd be easier to seduce when the house cooled off.

"Is it going to be like this when we finally get to Hawaii for real?" Greg smiled, draping his leg around Nick's hip. "All hot, sticky and sexy?"

"It can be anyway you want, G." Nick was ready for round two. Greg might need some persuasion, but that was never a problem for Nick. He'd make sure to get Greg out of town soon. For now, he just wanted to get him to come. Again. And then, if the A/C stayed on, again. It wasn't the weekend they had planned, but Nick intended to make it a memorable one, just the same.