Title: Justified
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "I feel like I should repay you or something." [Post-Post Mortem; spoilers]

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Their eyes meet across the crowded hall. There are reporters and witnesses and law enforcement personnel and all sorts of other people in the way, but all it takes is that one look to get Nick moving.

Greg watches him approach, Nick politely "Excuse me"-ing his way around this person and that. As soon as he's within speaking distance, they open their mouths and talk at the same time:

"Thanks a lot, Nick."

"You did good, man."

They share a quick laugh, and when composure returns Nick reaches over and pats Greg on the shoulder.

Greg says, "Hearing you give that testimony and support me today, Nick...it felt good. I feel like I should repay you or something."

"What are you talking about, Greg? You don't need to give me anything. I was just doing my duty," Nick replies, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I know that, but still. I feel like..."

Their eyes meet again, but they don't just meet. They lock, and a lot can be said when nothing is spoken aloud.

Still staring at Nick, Greg announces with a nod of his head, "I'm going to head to the bathroom." He neglects to ask Want to come with?, but it's understood.

Greg moves ahead a few paces; Nick waits until his intent is not too conspicuous, then follows.

Inside the bathroom, Greg slams open each stall door, making sure no one else is around, and fortunately no one is. He grabs Nick by the collar of his nicest shirt, practically drags him into the last and biggest stall in the courthouse's men's bathroom; the fact that this is about as dangerously public as they can get is irrelevant to Greg.

But it's not lost on Nick:

"Greg, I don't think this..."

Greg drops to his knees without pretense, works quickly on Nick's zipper and reaches a hand into Nick's slacks to fondle his cock through his boxers.

"...good idea."

"Stress makes me do crazy things," Greg shrugs, as if that makes all of this perfectly okay. Then he leans forward to take Nick, only half-hard right now, into his mouth. Nick's entire body weight sags against the wall of the stall while his cock lengthens and hardens in Greg's eager mouth.

With one hand wrapped firmly around the base of Nick's cock, Greg looks up at Nick pressed against the wall above him as he pulls off his cock for a second. Nick is completely clothed, looking hot in his white shirt, black slacks and matching jacket, looking even hotter with his dick hanging out. The sight's kind of funny, actually – Nick, the good boy. Nick, everyone's knight in shining armor. Nick, the one who's currently getting a quick and dirty blowjob in a courthouse bathroom. Greg hollows his cheeks, takes him deep again and with the other hand Greg works on his own zipper. Pulls his cock past the waistband of his boxers, creating a sort of mirror image of Nick's current state, starts jerking off while completely clothed as well.

Nick groans deep in his throat, the sound evoking a mix of pleasure and anxiety. Greg can tell this is killing him; Nick wants the blowjob, has to want it, but if anyone walks in they're totally fucked and not in the good, mind-blowing, can't-walk-for-days kind of way.

Luckily, if Greg can do anything, he can give fantastic head.

Greg sees Nick's fists out of the corner of his eye, alternately clenching and unclenching, probably from impending orgasm. Good timing because Greg's about to come himself.

Probably too late, but Greg hopes semen doesn't stain black dress pants. He doesn't know what it does if a mess is made, is probably about to find out.

They come at the same time, Nick down Greg's throat, Greg trying his best to contain his orgasm in his hand. It doesn't work too well, though, and a few drops land on the tiled bathroom floor. Toilet paper solves that problem, though.

Greg swallows, licks Nick clean, tucks him back into his pants. Rises, zips and buttons up his own slacks, pats Nick on the shoulder like Nick did to him earlier.

"Don't say anything, Nick," he says, holding up his index finger in a "Shush" fashion, "because you deserved that." Before Nick can respond, Greg walks over to the door and smooths down his suit. Holds his right thumb and pinky to the same ear, mouths "Call me!" and then steps into the flashing lights and shouting questions of the media.

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"And that's the way today should have gone," Greg says with finesse.

"You've got a huge imagination, you know that?" Nick replies, laughing.

On top of the sheets, Greg slides over closer to Nick. Drapes an arm across Nick's chest, rolls onto his side so that his hard cock just happens to ghost across Nick's thigh.

"Now I'm all worked up, Nicky. So that today's not a total waste, why don't you fuck me into the mattress, make me see stars, something like that?"

Like he even has to ask.

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