Title: Motor Skills
By: Caroline Crane
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Just a friendly little game of strip Sega.

Greg showed up at Nick's place with a change of clothes and a six-pack, because he was a good boyfriend and good boyfriends didn't come over empty-handed. Granted, Nick hadn't actually used that word yet, but Greg knew enough about reading between the lines to be hopeful. Okay, so he'd been accused of being a little too enthusiastic from time to time, but that was just because he was the kind of guy who knew what he wanted and went for it.

He knew what he wanted from Nick; the question was whether or not he was going to get it. For the first month of their relationship he was almost positive it was a losing battle, but after the last few days he was starting to wonder. Nick had been different lately – less jumpy around him at work, for one thing, and that whole staring at Greg while he was sleeping thing was new too. He'd been able to feel Nick's eyes on him before he even woke up completely; it was a strange feeling, but he had to admit that he could definitely get used to it.


Waking up next to Nick was something else he could get used to. It didn't happen that often, but the few nights they'd ended up at his place Nick had actually stayed, so he considered that a good sign. He never seemed to mind when Greg fell asleep in his bed, either, and after waking up to find Nick watching him…well, he was pretty sure there was something going on.

The door swung open while he was contemplating that thought, and he grinned at Nick and thrust the beer at his chest. "I come bearing gifts."

"Thanks," Nick said, glancing down at the beer and then back up at Greg again. "You didn't have to…"

Greg just rolled his eyes and brushed past Nick into the apartment. The truth was that he was starting to feel as at home in Nick's place as he was in his own, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. If this thing between them was really going somewhere then it was definitely a good thing, but if Nick was just screwing around he didn't want to get too comfortable. Only he was pretty sure that Nick didn't even know what he wanted, which meant Greg was going to have to help him figure it out.

"So you ready for me?" he asked once he'd dropped his bag next to the couch, turning to raise one eyebrow suggestively.

Right on cue Nick's face flushed, but he grinned and finished putting the rest of the beers in the fridge before he followed Greg into the living room and handed him a cold bottle. "Ready for you to what?"

"To kick your ass at 2K2. That's why you asked me to come over, right?"

And that was the smile he liked best of all – the one that wrinkled Nick's forehead just a little, like he was trying to figure out if Greg was messing with him or not. It was kind of cute that he still hadn't figured it out after a month of sleeping together; in fact, Greg kind of liked that Nick hadn't figured him out yet, because the longer things were new and confusing the longer it would take for Nick to get bored with him.

"You wanna put your money where your mouth is?" As he spoke Nick set his beer down on the coffee table and reached around Greg for the TV remote, switching on the set and crossing the room to set up the game before he looked at Greg again.


"You'd just be throwing your money away," Greg said when Nick handed him one of the controls. "But if you want to make it more interesting…"

He trailed off and turned back to the TV, but he could feel Nick's eyes on him as the other man tried to figure out what he was getting at. Sometimes it seemed almost too easy to mess with Nick's head, but he looked so cute when he was confused that Greg couldn't help himself. Besides, he was the one who refused to give in until he'd either figured it out on his own or made an idiot of himself; Greg was just trying to help him learn to loosen up.

"What?" Nick finally asked, and Greg spared him a quick glance and a wry grin.

"You ever played strip Sega?"

"No." There was a pause and Greg had to fight the urge to look over at him again. "Have you?"

Every time Nick looked at him with those wide eyes like Greg was some new species he'd never seen before it reminded Greg of just how different their lives must have been growing up. He knew Nick had a huge family; he also knew that Nick grew up in Dallas, which explained a lot of the tension. Still, he was older than Greg, and he'd been around enough to know exactly what he was doing. So it was kind of funny when Nick reminded him without even meaning to just how clueless he was when it came to relationships, but it was one of the things Greg liked best about him. He was almost sure sometimes that Nick was just dying to ask him about his past, but for some reason he couldn't do it. Maybe someday Greg would even take pity on him and volunteer the information, but for now he kind of liked watching Nick squirm.

"Maybe," Greg answered, turning his head long enough to look Nick up and down. "You might want to turn down the air, though, because you're gonna be freezing pretty soon."

Nick let out a derisive snort, but Greg could tell he was less sure of himself than he was pretending to be. "In your dreams," he muttered as he pressed play. "And I get the Rangers."


Greg grinned and chose the Islanders, settling back on Nick's couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table. He didn't really care which one of them lost all their clothes first, although getting Nick out of his clothes was always a good thing. Mostly he just wanted to see if Nick would actually go along with it, or if he'd suddenly turn self-conscious when he found himself wearing nothing but that cute little frown.

A few games and a couple beers later and Greg had actually lost his shirt, but Nick was already down to socks and his boxers. It almost seemed a shame that he didn't have more clothes to lose, but sitting next to an almost-naked Nick was distracting enough to make Greg's mind wander away from the game. Usually he was so focused on the game that not even a natural disaster would register, so he was pretty sure that Nick was doing that flexing thing with his pecs on purpose. And it just figured that Nick would play dirty; he was a terrible loser, if working with Nick and Warrick had taught Greg anything it was that Nick hated to lose.

He refocused his attention on the game, blocking a goal just at the last moment and laughing triumphantly when Nick groaned. "Read it and weep," Greg announced when the score flashed on the screen. "One more period and you're gonna have some cold toes there, buddy."

Nick grinned but didn't look over at him, and Greg forced himself to look at the TV screen again. It took everything in him to keep his mind on the game and not the warm body sitting next to him, but he managed to keep Nick from scoring again before the final buzzer. "Ha," he said when the game ended, setting his control down long enough to reach for his beer. "You know, you really suck at this."

He smiled around the top of his bottle while he watched Nick roll his eyes and stand up. He'd expected Nick to pull off his socks, so when the other man grinned and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers Greg forgot all about the bottle still poised against his lips. And wasn't there some kind of rule about the order you had to go in when you played strip anything? Greg swallowed hard and slowly lowered his beer, leaning forward to set the bottle back down on the coffee table while Nick sat down again. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his mind on the game now; it had been bad enough when Nick was still in his boxers, but now…

Greg grinned and reached for his controls when Nick pressed play again. Maybe he'd underestimated Nick's ability to relax after all, because a few minutes ago he would have sworn that Nick would have given up before it got this far. He wasn't really paying attention to the game anymore, but he didn't really care if he lost. In fact, part of him kind of wanted to lose, because he had a feeling if he lost this game that would be the end of Sega for the night. At least he hoped so, although if Nick was feeling stubborn he might actually insist they play until somebody was barefoot.

It hardly took Nick any time at all to beat him, but that was because Greg spent most of the game stealing glances at the curve of the other man's bare hip. Nick's arm was angled at just the right spot to keep him from seeing anything besides a little thigh and the very top of that trail of hair on his stomach, but it was enough to distract Greg from any semblance of actually focusing on the game. When the buzzer sounded Nick leaned back on the couch, grinning triumphantly and spreading his arms along the back of the cushions. And something about the way he looked sitting there in just his socks…Greg suppressed a shudder and reached for the button on his jeans with shaking fingers, fumbling with it for a second before he finally remembered how it worked.

"You need some help with that?" Nick asked, raising an eyebrow when Greg looked up at him.

He didn't answer; instead he just smiled and slid his zipper down, pushing the denim down his hips to pool at his feet. That left them both in matching outfits, he noted with a smirk, and it was obvious from Nick's face that he hadn't expected Greg to go commando. "Looks like we're tied."


"Game's over," Nick announced, and before Greg even had time to argue Nick was right in front of him, warm hands landing on his hips to steer him toward the bedroom. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong with the couch, but before he got the words out Nick's mouth was pressed against his, and by the time they stumbled into Nick's room he couldn't remember what he'd been planning to ask. He'd have to remember to ask later if Nick had some kind of commando fetish he should know about, because he could definitely use that kind of information to his advantage. He could think of at least three ways that could work in his favor in the lab alone, and if he was careful he wouldn't get them both fired in the process.

They hit the bed in a tangle of limbs, the full weight of Nick's body coming down on him. He grunted against the other man's mouth and tightened his grip on Nick's hair, pulling hard enough to get his attention. "Breathing would be good," he said when Nick blinked down at him.

Nick nodded and tightened his grip on Greg's hips, rolling them over until Greg was sprawled on top of him. "Better?"

"Getting there," he answered, leaning down to press another kiss to the corner of Nick's mouth before he worked his way down to the other man's neck. He shifted until one knee was planted on either side of Nick's thighs, his mouth open and hot against the slightly rough skin under Nick's chin.

Nick had always been enthusiastic about sex, but now that they were actually in his bed he seemed almost needy. Greg had been so sure he was totally cool when he was sitting on the couch completely naked, but now that they were touching Nick's hands flexed fitfully against his skin and every few seconds he let out an almost tortured moan. When Greg licked a stripe down the center of his stomach Nick's hands landed in his hair, tugging hard enough to force Greg to look up at him. "Greg, please," he gasped, and his eyes were so dark and glassy that Greg was pretty sure he really couldn't wait much longer.

Having that effect on Nick was a bigger turn-on than any of the thousand fantasies he'd had before they started dating, and his own dick twitched as he nodded and let Nick guide him lower. He pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, one hand pressing Nick's hips into the mattress and the other urging his legs a little further apart. The other man obliged immediately, shifting under Greg until he was settled between Nick's legs.

Usually Greg would tease Nick until he was begging for release, but judging by the way Nick had just looked at him he had a feeling he couldn't take a lot of teasing. That was okay, though, because Greg knew how to move fast when he needed to. He'd never gotten any complaints, anyway, so he didn't hesitate before he closed his mouth around Nick's cock and swallowed him whole. Nick gasped and bucked up into the sudden press of wet heat, but Greg's hand held him firm enough to stop Nick from gagging him. He just held Nick in his mouth for a second, letting him adjust to the sensation before he started moving.

And he could tell it wasn't going to take long even before he started, because Nick's whole body was so tense that his limbs felt like they were made of steel. Greg knew the science behind arousal, he knew the way muscles worked and he could describe what was happening under Nick's skin in excruciating detail. But none of that mattered; all he cared about was the fact that he was the one making Nick moan and push up against his hand, straining for more without even realizing what he was doing.


He reached between them at the same moment he swallowed around Nick's length, his fingers seeking out the stretch of taut skin just behind Nick's balls. That tiny bit of pressure turned out to be just enough, because a second later Nick groaned and thrust up one last time, his whole body tensing before he went completely slack. His hand slipped out of Greg's hair to drop onto the mattress, and for a second Greg thought he'd actually passed out. He sat up and slid a little further up the prone body underneath him, letting Nick's slowly softening dick press against his ass as he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

Okay, so he hadn't passed out after all, because as soon as their lips met Nick's mouth opened, his tongue darting out to taste himself in Greg's mouth. The kiss was slower this time, but there was still a kind of urgency behind it that surprised Greg. He liked it, but he wasn't sure if it meant something or if Nick was just really turned on by a simple game of strip Sega. Either way he wasn't about to complain, especially not when Nick's hand wrapped around his dick. He gasped against the other man's mouth and pulled back far enough to look down at Nick, thrusting forward into the hand gripping him.

"Does Sega always have this affect on you?" he asked, his voice breathy and stilted from lack of oxygen.

Nick just stared up at him, his hand still moving in time to Greg's helpless thrusts. Then he tightened his grip and twisted just a little, and Greg's eyes rolled back in his head for a second before he managed to focus on Nick again. Nick's eyes were still so dark they almost looked black, and Greg's heart skipped a beat when he finally answered. "I think it's you."

Greg's eyes widened briefly and he thrust one more time into the hot circle of Nick's fist, his whole body shaking when he came. As soon as he stopped shaking Nick let go of his dick and pulled him back down onto the mattress, warm lips brushing against his temples and then his eyes as he melted into the bed next to Nick. And he was pretty sure he shouldn't be so helpless after a simple hand job, but that was the first time Nick had ever looked at him like that. He wasn't even sure what the right word was for the look in Nick's eyes when he said I think it's you; he wasn't going to try to label it, anyway, because part of him was scared to death that he'd be wrong.

He was still trying to catch his breath when a hand slid across his back and down his ass, squeezing briefly as warm lips pressed against the skin just behind his ear. "I'm starving," Nick murmured against his skin. "You want pizza or Chinese?"

Greg mumbled something unintelligible that he was pretty sure didn't sound anything like either choice, but Nick just laughed and kissed his shoulder before he slid off the bed. And maybe by the time the food got there he'd be able to move again, but even if he couldn't he could think of worse ways to spend the weekend than stretched out in Nick's bed.