Title: Late
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg were often late. Post-ep for 614 "Killer".

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Greg awoke before his alarm. The room was dark, like usual, and Greg would have given anything to fall back asleep. But then Greg became of aware of Nick pressed comfortably against him. Nick was warm and soft and – Greg's favorite - hard.

Nick was still asleep: Greg could tell by his breathing and how he had not yet moved an inch. Greg, on the other hand, was now wide awake and horny and sleeping Nick didn't really help that situation at all. Greg turned onto his side and reached for Nick's cock. The sleeping man sighed and automatically arched into Greg's touch.

Greg grinned. He was a fan of morning wood.

Curling his fingers around Nick's shaft, Greg started pumping, slowly and lightly. Lazy, sleepy handjobs in bed sounded pretty good right now. Nick's eyes fluttered open.

"You're up," Greg laughed quietly.

Nick, his hair sticking up in all directions, mumbled "Mmhmm" in response. He was tired, dead-tired, but sex with Greg would definitely keep him awake. He looked down, watching Greg stroking him. As far as Nick was concerned, there wasn't a better way to wake up.

"Gimmeyers," Nick said in a sleep-jumbled voice, his hand landing on Greg's hip.

Greg scooted his body closer so Nick could reach his cock and their mouths met as Nick wrapped his hand around Greg's cock. Greg moaned needily into the kiss; Nick tightened his grip in return. As they kissed and stroked away the last lingering traces of sleep, their passion and intensity exploded. Hands moved faster and rougher,

Greg, sudden idea in mind, wrapped one leg around Nick and pulled him in until their bodies were in line and erections moving together. All they could feel was skin and fingers and lips and –

A phone rang.

"Leave it," Nick panted. "Gotta finish."

"Can't," Greg gasped in return, rolling away to pick up his cell. "It's Sara."

Nick swore and laid back down on the bed, listening to Greg's short conversation. The look on Greg's face was less than happy as he hung up

"We overslept! They need us A.S.A.P. Sara will be calling you any minute now, by the way." Greg looked down at his now soft cock and sighed. "So much for that."

"She doesn't know I'm here, right?"

"As far as I know, no," Greg called over his shoulder, disappearing into the bathroom.

Right on cue, Nick's ring tone sang mockingly from the living room. Naked, he hurried to pick it up. He moved as far as possible from the sound of Greg's shower and listened as Sara filled him in.

Greg, who had just taken his fastest shower ever, appeared at the doorway in nothing but fresh boxers.

"I'm gonna shower at home," Nick said as he picked up his scattered clothing from the living room floor. "I don't have a change of clothes."

"Coming back here after shift?" Greg asked.

"You know it," Nick winked. Greg crossed the room and kissed him on the lips. Then, Nick was out the door.

~

They had devised a plan after their first night sleeping together: one man would arrive five minutes later than the other, no matter how late they were. They'd switch it up to deflect suspicion. The plan had worked perfectly.

Until now.

Greg said saw Nick's truck pull into the parking lot and he wondered if he should let Nick walk in first. Then he saw the clock and realized how late they were and decided that fretting over appearances wasn't worth losing his job.

"There you are!" Sara said when Greg walked in. "Have you heard from Nick?"

"I saw him in the -"

"I'm here!" Nick said, hurrying inside just after Greg. Greg could feel Nick's face burning.

"You two are pretty late, you know." Sara gave them both a questioning look, one eyebrow arched, and Greg could almost see the wheels turning in her head. She opened her mouth to say something else but Nick quickly cut her off.

"You said we've got to head out to the desert?"

"Ooh. Haven't been there in a while," Greg added, rubbing his hands together in mock excitement.

"Right..." Sara said. She turned on her heels and they followed her into the lab.

"Man, I'm gonna be half-hard all day," Nick whispered into Greg's ear.

"We could change that," Greg winked.

~

Greg couldn't believe his luck when Sara said she'd ride back to the lab with the campfire evidence. He told Sara that he and Nick would search around some more, make sure they hadn't missed anything.

It was a complete and utter lie, and Sara didn't even blink.

"You're crazy," Nick said, shaking his head and watching Sara drive out of sight. He was grinning in spite of himself.

"Not crazy. Just horny."

"We don't have much time." Nick looked around the desert. "So where do you suggest we...go?"

"I saw a place, and it's nowhere near any guys on ATV's," Greg said, pointing into the distance.

Nick saw several large rocks obscured by desert brush.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yeah! Now, come on." But before he could reply, Greg had grabbed his hand and pulled him in the direction of the rocks.

As soon as they were out of sight, Nick's libido took over and he pressed Greg against the smooth face of the rock. His cock was fully hard in his jeans, thick and hot against Greg's own. Greg pushed against Nick's body and wrapped his arms around Nick's neck to pull him into a hungry kiss.

~

"Grissom's calling a meeting in the break room," Catherine said as she passed Sara in the hall.

"He wants to go over all the evidence we have so far," Warrick chimed in.

"And he wants everyone there."

"Nick and Greg aren't back yet," Sara said. Come to think of it, they hadn't told her when they would be back.

"We'll just fill them in later," Catherine shrugged as she turned down another hallway.

Sara stopped in her tracks, thinking. Catherine peeked around the corner.

"You coming?"

~

The hot sun beat down as they beat each other off.

Nick's jeans and boxers were pushed down to his knees, Greg's to mid-thigh. Both had taken off their CSI vests, hanging them on a nearby tree, and Nick's shirt was open. They each had a hand around the other man's cock.

Greg sucked on Nick's neck as he rocked into Nick's fist. "Don't bite too hard," Nick laughed. The rock wall behind them was the only thing keeping Nick and Greg from falling into the dirt.

Every inch of their bodies were pressed together, cocks exposed, both men moaning despite the fact that they were out in the open. They had waited too long, were too desperate to care about getting discovered.

"God, Nick," Greg breathed as Nick's other hand squeezed his ass and brought him even closer. Their cocks were brushing, sliding with each stroke, sweat making it slick and easy to move. Greg spat into his hand and jacked Nick off even harder, his wetter grip proving too much for Nick because Nick suddenly came into Greg's hand.

Nick quickly pulled his jeans up and, ignoring the dusty desert floor, dropped onto one knee and took Greg's cock into his mouth to finish him off. Greg had been close to coming since they started and it was only a matter of seconds before his orgasm hit too.

"I guess we'd better head back now," Greg said, breathing heavily and leaning against the rock face.

"Too bad, huh?" Nick grinned and leaned in for a kiss.

~

As they walked back into the lab, Nick hoped no one would notice the dust on (only) one knee of his dark jeans.

Unfortunately for them, Sara was waiting for them.

"You missed a meeting, you know. What took so long?"

"Traffic," Nick and Greg said in unison.

A pause, then the two men traded horrified looks.

They really, really hadn't meant to do that.

Sara grinned.

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