Title: Discussions of Midlife
Author: Clockstopper
Fandom and Pairing: CSI: Vegas Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17 yup, yup good ole copulation
Prompt: Humor
Warnings: Spoilers for the newest episode Poppin' Tags, but they're pretty vague. Oh and Grave Danger as well.
Notes: I was watching CSI and this fic just popped. So here it is. Unbetad because I'm tired and I have to watch at least one more Stargate SG-1 episode
Summary: This is the best kind of midlife crisis Nick could think of.

"So, let me ask you something?" Greg asked.

Nick groaned. He really just wanted to get back to the kissing and everything that the kissing would lead to. He'd had a long couple of shifts and would rather spend the time before his next one in bed with Greg rather than talking.

Besides, Greg was straddling his lap and despite him being pretty skinny, Greg still weighed a lot.

"Okay, what, shoot." Nick said.

Greg ran his fingers through Nick's longish hair and sighed.

"Are you going through a midlife crisis?" Greg asked.

"What? What would make you say that?" Nick said jerking his head up to look Greg in the face.

"Well the hair tipped me off at first." Greg said in a tone that suggested he was thinking about his answers.

"You're just mad because yours ain't the only long hair in this relationship." Nick said.

"Hmm… then there was the moustache… thing awhile back." Greg said.

"What is your obsession with my hair and what does it have to do with me having a mid life crisis."

"Well, I remember a while back when you shaved your head you said that some lab tech commented on your receding hairline. I figured that the whole weird hair thing was a way to detract attention from that."

"So what else do you have that led you to the conclusion that I was going through a midlife crisis." Nick said.

He was a little upset when Greg rolled off of his lap and onto the couch, but didn't say anything considering Greg curled up against him, head resting on Nick's shoulder.

"There's the new clothes. They're a little younger than your usual style."

"Anything else."

"And the new street slang you've been picking up. You do realize I've caught you saying things like ‘dawg' and ‘homey'."

"You've said things like ‘dawg' and ‘homey'."

"Yeah, but I'm young and hip." Greg said.

Nick rolled his eyes, snorting at Greg's assessment of himself. They'd be celebrating Greg's 31st birthday in July and though that was definitely younger than Nick, it wasn't exactly like he'd fit in with the high school crowd. Then again, knowing Greg, he may just fit in with the high school crowd.

"So other than the fact that I've let my hair grow a little, updated my wardrobe and tried out some new words to keep up with Warrick, what else do you got?" Nick asked.

"I need more than that?" Greg asked questioningly.

"Well yeah, usually when someone has a midlife crisis, they dye their hair or buy a new car or dump their wives for hotter, younger, blonde bimbo secretaries. Am I doing any of that?"

"Please Nick, do you have to be so stereotypical? Besides you wouldn't be able to find anyone who works in the lab that's younger and hotter and blonder for that matter than me." Greg said.

Nick smiled and pulled Greg closer to him.

"I know there's gotta be something more to this then just that. What's really on your mind, babe?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering if I was going to have to look out for you rolling down the street in some super fast shiny penis extension." Greg said.

They'd been dating for a few years now and Nick knew Greg. Knew Greg probably better than he knew himself and he knew that there was something more to what Greg was saying than just talk about a non existent midlife crisis.

"Greg, you've never been good at playing Mister Smooth. I know there's something you're not telling me."

"Well all I'm saying is you must think your twenty or something if you're following suspects without backup." Greg grumbled.

"So now we're getting to what's really bothering you."

"What you didn't think that was bothering me. All the times you tell me to be careful and you don't think that you running into the scene, guns blazing, might tick me off just a little."

"So you jumped to the conclusion that I was having a midlife crisis because I was doing my job."

"Why is it that when you're doing something dangerous, it's you doing your job, but when I'm doing something like that I'm taking unnecessary risks. And did you know I had to find out about it from Sara. Sara of all people."

"Still not understanding the whole midlife crisis talk." Nick said.

"Get over the midlife crisis thing. I just wanted to get your attention."

"Well I understand that now, but don't you think you could have done it some other way. I mean I'm not even middle aged yet."

"Anyone ever tell you you're a little vain about your age." Greg said in a huff.

He got up and started walking towards their bedroom. Nick sighed and followed him. When he walked in, Greg was in the process of taking off his shirt.

"You know there are better ways to feel alive. I mean we could break out the handcuffs again. You seemed to like that." Greg huffed as he unbutton his pants.

Nick would have thought this was all very weird if he hadn't been dating Greg for the past couple of years. Now it just seemed old hat.

"I did like the handcuffs. A lot."

"Yeah, see, if you need to feel like your young again we can just have some hot and sweaty sex. I mean it's much better than the alternative of you getting shot." Greg said as he pushed off his boxers.

Nick had a few moments to admire Greg naked and semi-hard before Greg was waking over to him. Greg's hands immediately went to Nick's shirt, impatiently tugging it off.

"I wasn't going to get shot." Nick said though it was muffled as his shirt was pulled off of his head.

"Nicky, baby, just shut up and fuck me already." Greg said his lips brushing against Nick's as he did so.

He flung himself onto the bed, hand idly stroking his cock and really just because it was so utterly quirky that it could only be Greg wasn't going to stop Nick from quickly shucking off his pants and boxers so he could get naked right along with Greg.

When he was naked, Nick climbed on top of Greg only to be met with Greg's greedy hands and mouth and all Nick could do was hold on as Greg kissed him, tongue practically pushing it's way into Nick's mouth and Greg's hands pulling him closer and touching him in places that made him moan.

He knew this kind of sex. They'd had lots of it after the buried alive incident. Greg had called it ‘we're alive' sex, but Nick just thought it was sex. Sex was sex. Still, this kind of sex had an urgency to it, had a deeper feel and Nick could only assume had a deeper meaning to Greg.

Greg, whose hands were pulling Nick's hips to rock against his own, cocks brushing against each other. Greg, who was making impatient noises and sexy moans and Nick thought he was starting to understand ‘we're alive' sex a little more when he wasn't getting lost in it.

This was different from the times after the box. Nick had been to lost himself to really get what Greg was trying to say and they had been lost together, which was good, but this was Greg feeling off balance by something and Nick not fully being able to understand it because he'd been the one in danger, only he hadn't really.

Nick pulled away slightly trying to reach for the lube that sat on the nightstand and Greg made a protesting noise.

"No, need to cum now." Greg panted.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you. You want me to fuck you, right baby." Nick asked.

Greg let out a loud groan and frantically shook his head.

"Well I can't fuck you if I don't got the lube. Now, just wait a sec…" Nick said as he blindly felt around for the lube.

When his fingers brushed against the tube and grasped it, Nick let out a breathy yes. Greg's hips were still rocking against his own and Nick knew if he didn't stop Greg they'd both be coming too soon.

So Nick did the only thing he could think of to do. He spread some lube onto his fingers and pushed them inside Greg, bluntly and maybe a little roughly, when Greg's hips stopped moving so urgently. Greg let out a small mewling sound and Nick started to push his fingers in deeper, stretching Greg a bit because he wanted to fuck Greg just as much as Greg wanted, no needed, for Nick to fuck him.

"Oh shit, Nick… oh please, baby, please…"

"Shh… soon enough… I'm gonna be inside you soon, Greg, you just gotta be patient."

"Fuck patient, I need you."

"Hey, I'm right here, baby, I'm not going anywhere." Nick said his finger moving inside Greg a little more.

Greg pushed back and Nick pulled his fingers out much to Greg protest and spread lube on his cock. He pushed into Greg, fast and hard and though he knew Greg could probably handle it considering the fact that they'd been doing this for quite some time now, no condoms and all, some part of Nick's mind said he should have been a little gentler.

Not that Greg seemed to mind, his hips pushing back on Nick's cock, hands scratching at Nick's back, legs wrapping around Nick's waist pushing him in deeper.

"God, Nick, move… please move…"

"You want me to move. What like this?" Nick said as he began to thrust into Greg.

Words like ‘harder' and ‘faster' and ‘fuck' fell from Greg's lips as Nick pounded into him and part of Nick wanted to slow down and savor it, but with the way Greg's lips kept moving, hot and hungry and wanting more and begging for more, Nick couldn't slow down. Couldn't even if he wanted to and there wasn't much in him that wanted to slow down.

It was frantic and it was wild, but Nick couldn't really bring himself to care, getting lost in the feeling like Greg was and when he came, long spurts of cum filling Greg and Nick was sure Greg had cum first though he didn't exactly remember touching him, Nick felt his vision get fuzzy and his body get a little heavy.

"So… see… that had to make you feel alive. I know my heart's racing." Greg said sometime after they'd both come down, breath still coming in little pants.

Nick, lying half on Greg and half on the bed, just grunted.

"I mean that's way better than a midlife crisis." Greg said.

"I'm not having a midlife crisis. Like I said before, I'd have to be middle aged to have a midlife crisis."

"So you're going to cut the hair."

"Why do you have such an obsession with my hair. And I thought you said you liked it."

"Maybe I lied. I don't like not being the only one in this relationship with long hair."

"Greg."

"I just don't want you to die alright."

"I'm not going to die, Greggo."

"Everyone dies Nicky."

Nick rolled his eyes and inched his way up the bed. He rolled off of Greg and onto the bed, pulling Greg to him so Greg's head was lying on his shoulder and Greg's leg was thrown over his.

"I'm not going to die right now."

"When I heard Sara talking about it, it was the box all over again, you know. You haven't pulled anything like that in awhile and I don't know I just wasn't ready for that."

"I'm sorry, but Greg we couldn't let the guy get away and backup was taking forever. And I'm not even the one in trouble." Nick said.

"I know, I just… it just bugs me is all. You can understand that, right. I'm not acting totally irrational here am I?"

"No, I understand. I'd get worried too if I was in your shoes."

"Okay good because I wouldn't want to suddenly be the girl in this relationship."

"Trust me Greg, you're very much a guy."

"Good."

"Yup, manliness intact."

They were quiet for a few minutes before Greg spoke again.

"Just promise me that when you actually go through your midlife crisis you will do something stereotypical like buy a penis mobile. I don't think I could handle anything more extreme than that." Greg said.

"And you're the young and hip one."

"Nick."

"Don't worry Greg. When I go through a midlife crisis, I'll just turn to you for hot sex."

"Wow, that's an even better plan than the penis mobile."

FIN