Title: Gnomes and Nightsticks
By: Read 300300
Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: I don't own, and I don't claim that I do. Seriously.
Summary: Greg smirked as he fumbled with his keys... PWP, kinda kinky.
A/N: Major thanks to Shacky20, who looked over this for me. I would wait for her final word, but I move in a few hours and won't be able to get to a computer for a little while. Thought it was safer this way, but I'll post the version with her corrections as soon as possible.

Greg smirked as he fumbled with his keys, remembering what his neighbors had said that morning about his lawn gnome scaring their three year old and thinking back to the small things that had terrified him as a child, like peas. He knew that he would definitely have to move it to the back yard, if only because Ellie was a shy, sweet girl who was always content to speak with him ever since her parents had told her that Greg was a nice man that was good friends with Santa Claus.

And he was, actually. One of his friends took off from his job every year around Christmas so that he could be the mall Santa, saying only that he liked making little kids happy. Nobody could really begrudge him the time he took off though, ever since his little boy had been killed some years back.

The young CSI didn't hear the footsteps behind him, nor did he sense that anything was amiss. Only the hand that firmly planted itself on the door near his head gave him any warning at all, but he only had nanoseconds to react before a nightstick wound its way around his neck. Suddenly, a warm body was pressed against his back and he could feel the gun holster on his assailant's right side dig slightly into his skin even through the layers of clothing.

"Get inside!" The voice was harsh and loud, the mouth pressed close to Greg's ear. "And don't speak!"

Trembling lightly, he fumbled once more with his keys, this time trying to get the right one in the lock as he wondered how he was going to get out of this situation. The man left him no time to do anything once the door was open though, pushing him swiftly against the opposite wall as a foot deftly reached behind both men to close the door. Greg didn't even have time to catch his breath before the presence was back behind him again, holding him tightly against the rough stucco.

"Saw you earlier you know, saw how you flirted shamelessly with that guy. I saw everything... well, enough to know that you're fucking him. Aren't you? You know, we have things we do to queers like you," his voice had changed. Now, it was low and dangerous, and Greg couldn't help but jerk when he felt the hand that wasn't holding the nightstick to his throat begin to scrabble as it undid his button and zipper. He turned his head to the side in shame when his pants and boxers were roughly pushed down.

He flushed when the man's hand found that he was already hard and leaking. He tried to stutter out that he didn't want this, that all he did want was for the man to stop, but all he earned in return was for the stick to press dangerously into his throat as the hand wrapped around his cock.

The voice was back again, the lips speaking after a quick bite at Greg's ear. "You really are just a little piece of queerbait, aren't you? Hard and waiting for me to take you... I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never forget it."

"God, yes, Nick!" Greg couldn't keep up the pretenses anymore as Nick stroked his cock, the somewhat gentle hand reassuring him through the harshness of everything else. For a few seconds he reveled in the way the hand felt, the way the white, lightening-hot touches made him want to scream, the way that the nightstick at his throat felt hard and solid as it exerted a slight pressure against his skin.

Then, the hand moved away and he almost lost it before he realized that the nails were dragging slightly along the skin of his thigh, heading towards the crease of his ass. He tensed and nearly jumped when they were shoved inside of him without warning, the pure skin on skin contact producing a slight burning sensation that alternatively made him want to pull away and push back. Wincing as they were joined by a third digit, he felt everything inside of his body as they spread, trying to open him up as much as was possible. His body shuddered and his muscles clenched when one of the fingers unknowingly found his sweet spot; he whimpered when the fingers were removed, only to be given a quick slap on the ass and told to be quiet.

Greg relaxed as much as was possible when he heard a zipper being swiftly pulled down: he knew what was coming, and he wasn't disappointed when the head of a large cock was pressed against his entrance.

He shuddered when the hand wrapped around his abs, holding him still as he was impaled swiftly, the long thrust drawing a long cry from his lips as his body tried to process the twin sensations that were wracking his body. Pain and pleasure assaulted him, making his head swim as he adjusted to the burn of being taken dry; only Nick's precum gentled the way at all.

Slightly worried, soothing noises were being made by his lover, the hand on his stomach rubbing calming circles now as the nightstick faltered briefly before pulling away slightly so that he could catch his breath. After about thirty seconds of adjusting, in which the pain diminished considerably, Greg nodded, signaling that he wanted the scene to continue. A brief kiss was placed on the back of his neck before Nick jumped back into character and began thrusting.

Greg was once again held captive against the wall as Nick exerted his strength, this time in the powerful hips working as pistons. He threw his head back and moaned when the hand moved down to his cock once again and began to jerk him off.

As Nick's hips began to grind against him, the younger man knew for certain that his lover was about to come hard. It was only then that he finally realized that the material brushing against his legs and back was a rough sort of polyester-cotton blend; he chanced a look down and nearly came when he finally figured out that Nick was actually in his old uniform. He jerked the next time that the materiel rubbed against him as he imagined what they must look like together: him, with his face flushed and pants around his ankles, being fucked by a cop who was so anxious to have his cock buried in the younger man that he hadn't even gotten his pants down to his thighs before he began thrusting.

"Nick," he moaned, unable to keep the word to himself as his body stilled for a long second before he hit his climax. He cried out again as Nick thrust harder into him, hitting his sweet spot again and prolonging his orgasm, even as the older one emptied himself into his younger lover.

Greg's legs shook beneath him as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. He pulled Nick down with him, only moving minutes later when he heard a sharp clatter from somewhere near him. Hazily, he opened his eyes, only to see the nightstick now lying a few feet away from their tangled limbs.

Sighing, he moved to stand once his legs were more stable, only to be pulled back down for a long, lingering kiss. Briefly, he realized that was the only thing missing from the scene earlier: he loved kissing Nick, and it kind of hurt not to be able to.

He pulled away. "Nick, I've gotta get up and get this cleaned. I don't want to have to be the one to explain to my mom why there are white stains all over my wall next time she comes over."

Nick snorted, "Yeah, I can see that conversation. ‘Uh, well, Mom, it all started when Nick decided to put on his cop uniform and surprise me.'"

"Speaking of! Why in God's name didn't you tell me you were actually going to be in uniform?"

"Thought it would ruin the surprise..." Nick smirked, knowing that he had definitely caught Greg off-guard with that one.

The younger man just rolled his eyes and tried to get up again, not quite making it though, as he realized just how sore he was. Tired, he collapsed back down to the hard floor, waving a hand when Nick tried to ask him what was wrong.

"It's nothing; I just think you're gonna have to have clean-up duty this time." He laughed, trying to shrug off the pain that was coming to him full-force now that his arousal was abated.

"Great! I knew you would find some way to get me to play maid! Oh, and before you ask, no, I don't have one of those uniforms." He smirked again.

"Think about it this way. Is five minutes of cleaning worth it if it means that you can continue to have great, hot, kinky sex?"

"Good point!"