Title: Professional Conduct
Author: kieksterbanjo
Pairing: Nick/Greg & Gil/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Would I like to own them? YES. But do I? Alas No. I would also like to make money from this and marry Benji Schwimmer from So You Think You Can Dance but one must live in the real world. *sigh*
Summary: The Las Vegas Crime Lab could really use a lesson in professional conduct...

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He was rock hard and had been since shift had started 4 hours earlier. Said state making it incredibly difficult to concentrate on the case he was working with Sara. He couldn't count how many times he had taken a picture of the same broken wine bottle, beyond the standard general and close up doubles, and he really wished he could blame a rookie for the tape lifts he had gathered. But alas with no rookie to speak of, Greg would have to make it work.

He had thanked the lord numerous times that night that Sara had not noticed his situation; as one of the top investigators in the country, however, it said very little for her skills, though his crotch wasn't really on the bill for tonight's investigation. It wasn't his fault he was in this position and he kept telling himself that, though it was doing very little to ease the pressure in his groin.

But it was the truth. His current state was not his fault or at least not ENTIRELY his fault. He had arrived at the lab 40 minutes before grave started and THAT was his fault but what had happened after that was anything but...according to him.

~~~Earlier that night~~~

"Hey Greggo, what are you doing here so early?" Warrick asked as he slid next to Greg walking into the lab.

"Had nothing better to do and Mia asked if I'd look at a couple of samples; figured I'd do that now before Gris does his song and dance." Greg shrugged. Of course helping Mia wasn't the only reason he was 40 minutes early, but like hell he was going to tell Warrick that.

"All right man I'm off to catch a bad guy. See ya around." Warrick smiled punching an invisible opponent before slapping Greg on the back and going off to finish the double he had just pulled.

Greg just shook his head with a smile and continued his walk towards the general direction of the DNA lab; a lab that used to be his lab. The thought brought a smile to his face, remembering events that occurred within the fishbowl walls of that lab. He lived for the days where Manson t-shirts, hard rock and ogling the object of one's affections were acceptable in a work setting. Now however he was stuck in suit jackets, musicless scene processing and ogling the object of one's affections; that and his ever present running shoes were his way of protesting. But with a shake of his head he chided himself for the thought. He wouldn't give up the move he had made for the world.

He was stopped in his reverie as he passed the break room windows. Inside was nothing out of the ordinary; well nothing to anyone but Greg. Inside the small yet comfortable break room was Nick Stokes. Bit not JUST Nick Stokes; it was Nick Stokes bent over picking up a wayward napkin or fork or...koala bear?...at this point Greg didn't really much care what on the ground, he was to busy staring at the ass bent over in brand new, extremely tight fitting black jeans. This was so much more then Greg was hoping for when he decided to come in early. His cock twitched gently and he just couldn't resist. Looking left and right to make sure no one was really around, he slid inside the break room, closing the door tight behind him. Nick gave a start at the sound and spun around to find Greg against the door, smiling at him.

"You know, bending over in general should be illegal for you, but doing so while wearing new jeans I didn't even know you owned is just down right mean."

Nick looked at him like he had grown an extra head but couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at the sight of his boyfriend, a sight for sore eyes after the double he had just pulled, "What are you doing here early?" He asked innocently, pretending he hadn't heard Greg's statement; it was the wrong place and the wrong time for such statements. Hoping Greg would drop it, he smiled and waited for a response. The look on Greg's have however led Nick's heart to race and his brain to decide that Greg didn't care what time or place it was.

After dating for 4 years, Nick could always tell what Greg was thinking. That particular aspect of their relationship both elated and scared him, "Now Greggo, I know that face and YOU know that it's neither the time nor the place to do what you have in mind."

Greg just slid from his leaning position against the wall and took three more steps towards Nick; a coy smile still plastered on his lips, "Oh come on Nicky..." He said huskily using the name for Nick he only used at home...in bed, "You know it's one of my fantasies. And I figured since last night we played out your fantasy; 'Angel and Spike and the 200 years of Sire Fuc..." Greg's statement was cut off as Nick more or less leapt across the room to cover Greg's mouth, eyes moving wildly from left to right.

"Greg!" he whispered sharply, but couldn't help but chuckle at the innocent and yet not so innocent look in Greg's eyes, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Well I don't know, but while you're there I mostly just want you to wriggle." Greg cracked wiggling his eyebrows, knowing full well his reserved Texan would NEVER go for what he was thinking, but just glad to have him in such close proximity.

Nick clucked his tongue and sighed, "Well it just so happens I think Mia may need your assistance and I'm going home to shower, but who knows? Maybe after you get back here from assignment, my jeans and I will be up for a little paperwork." Nick rose an eyebrow as he pushed a stunned Greg towards the door, "And just so we're clear," He said grabbing Greg's arm to stop his descent down the hallway and pulling him back to whisper in his ear, "that means I'm going to fuck your brains out."

~~~Present~~~

And that's how Greg came to be processing a scene off the Strip with one of the worst hard-ons he'd ever experienced. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair trying to remember what he should be doing but instead all he could remember were Nick's words four hours earlier.

As he made his way over to the broken wine bottle for probably the tenth time, he heard Sara sigh from behind him, "Greg, can I ask you something?"

"Sure Sara." He shrugged not turning to face her, instead trying to look very interested in the wine bottle.

"Is that wine bottle talking to you?" He turned at that and cocked an eyebrow at her, "Solving the case? Playing salsa music? Emitting a homing signal from your home planet? Anything? Because I would hazard a guess that 2/3rds of your memory card is full of pictures of a red wine bottle that has very little if not nothing to do with our case. Where is your head tonight?"

*If you only knew* Greg thought but said, "Sorry Sara. I've just got a lot of my mind. It's been a long couple of days."

Sara just nodded and Greg knew she was close to asking him why they had been so long and he hoped beyond hope she didn't; he had nothing to say, "Okay. Well we're almost done here. Why don't you head back to the lab and get some of our stuff processing. I'll finish up here and meet you there to collaborate." She suggested.

Greg wasn't sure that was the best thing for him to do at that point in time, return to the lab that is, but he knew he was being a hindrance rather then a help at the scene and Sara was giving him an out, "Okay I'll get Hodges and Mia on this stuff ASAP." He said making a run for his truck.

Once inside he took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves; and by nerves he really meant the raging throb making his jeans far too tight. With a sigh he turned the key and made his way back to the lab, not knowing what would await him when he got there.

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With all his samples in with trace and DNA and Sara yet to have return from their crime scene, Greg was left with a moment to himself. Times like these were times he normally relished. Today however, as he made his way to the break room for a soda, he wished he had more to do; especially when he rounded the corner and saw Nick casually lounging in one of the break room chairs, his cheek resting lightly against his hand propped by the chair arm and smirking. Nick rarely looked like that in the comfort of their apartment let alone within the not so private walls of the lab.

It completely baffled Greg that a suggest he had made four hours earlier was coming back to bite him in the ass. This was not how he pictured his fantasy coming true, because to be perfectly honest their roles should have been reversed. Greg (who would take Nick wherever he could get him; the bedroom, the car, on stage with paying customers?...Sure it was all okay with Greg) was supposed to be in the chair inside the break room, cool as a cucumber while Nick (the conservative; Catholic; so far in the closet he was considering having mail delivered there Texan) was supposed to be the one fidgeting on the outside with the incessant hard-on (Okay, the last part would be true for both of them). Who would have thunk their roles would switch? Greg sure didn't as he made his way into the small enclosure.

"Hey Panda." Nick said coolly with a raise of his eyebrow.

Greg tried unsuccessfully several times to form words, "How was the crime scene?" Nick asked sweetly.

Again Greg's mouth opened and closed trying to make his vocal chords vibrate to no avail. Nick just smirked as his eyes flicked quickly to Greg's crotch and then back, "Well it would appear it was...uplifting?" He cracked and even though Greg couldn't form words he couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Nick got up and made his way casually over to Greg, "Follow me. I have some really intriguing evidence to show you." He said before leaving the room, making sure to brush up against Greg as much as he could.

Greg just stared dumbly for a second, far past the point of forming cohesive thoughts, before following his boyfriend out of the break room. He couldn't see Nick as he looked down the hallway, but seeing as it was fairly deserted in that part of the lab, the closing door at the end of the hall seemed Greg's best choice.

Sliding open the door he was immediately pushed against it and the full of weight of Nick pushed up against him as he was hit with a hard kiss. He wasn't even aware what room he had entered, far too concerned with the body pressed up against him to care. He couldn't even start to comprehend why Nick would be so daring, just glad he was.

Breaking the kiss, Nick stared into Greg's glazed eyes with a smile as he ran his hand down Greg's chest to run his hand over the bulge threatening to rip Greg's jeans down the middle, "How long have you had this, huh? How long has your dick been so hard for me tonight?" Nick asked.

Greg groaned at the combination of Nick's accent thickening and the hand against him after 4 long hours, "Since we talked...before shift." Greg ground out between clenched teeth.

"Hmmm," Nick said thoughtfully looking down to watch his hand as it slid lightly up and down the hard line beneath it, "that's a long time. Maybe we should do something about it." He suggested popping the button on Greg's jeans and sliding the zipper down, smiling at the moan that produced from the other man.

"Considering," Greg started but had to pause to moan as Nick yanked both Greg's jeans and boxers down in one hard pull and started to stroke the flesh beneath, "it's all your fault...I've been this way...for so long...I would hope so." He said finally trying to not to pass out as Nick continued to stroke him, and if it weren't for Nick holding him up he was sure he would fall over.

"Well then I apologize and since I'm such a bad man I will give you the chance to decide how we fix your little problem." Nick said with a smirk as Greg stared back at him, panting for breath.

Nick's eyes widened and a groan fell from his lips as Greg's hand made its way quickly to between Nick's legs, "Why not just solve both our problems at the same time and stop being a jackass." Greg tried to sound forceful, but with a crotch full of Nick's hand it was easier said then done.

"Yeah why don't we do that?" Nick said pushing Greg's hand away and making quick work of his pants, "Turn around."

Greg complied instantly, leaning himself against the door of the unknown room and pushing back against Nick, "Oh shit, wait. I don't have any lube." Nick said from behind him.

Greg turned back to face him, "At this point baby I don't give a fuck what we have or don't have. If you don't put your dick up my ass in the next thirty seconds I may die, literally." Greg growled and at the uncertain look on Nick's face sighed and pulled Nick's hand to his mouth. This was far to much work for someone as turned on as he was, but if it was what he had to do to get the job down, he would do it. Not that sucking on Nick's fingers was at all a bad thing, it was a very, very good thing (especially seeing as Nick had started to pant and was looking at Greg like he was about to devour him whole); Greg just didn't really have time for it.

Letting the now slick fingers fall from his mouth he again turned around, "Now use those to slick up your cock and shove it up my ass!" Greg instructed surprised his brain was still functioning on a coherent level. He sighed with relief at Nick's compliance and almost screamed as he felt the blunt head slide past his cheeks and then past the protective ring of muscles.

If Greg thought he was a goner before, he was definitely sure about it now. He didn't know if this had even felt as good as Nick started to thrust slowly into him. He wasn't sure what was contributing to this increase of euphoria more; the fact that they were at work, or the fact that he had been waiting for this for four hours. Either way it didn't matter because he was beyond the point of actually processing information and resorted to grunting and moaning.

"Oh god Nicky, that feels so fucking good. Oh yeah. Fuuuuuucccckkkk!" He screamed as Nick started to thrust harder.

"Holy shit Greg I thought I was okay waiting four hours but god I'm not going to be able to last long." Nick panted reaching around to grab the dripping cock that practically stood straight up against Greg's stomach even in their standing positions.

"Too long, too long." Greg moaned, "Harder Nicky. Please harder. Can't. Wait. Any. Longer."

"You want it as hard as I can give it?" Nick asked leaning his forehead against Greg's shoulder.

Greg just nodded and moaned as Nick started to slam into him with everything he had and soon Greg was exploding with an orgasm he had thought would never come four hours ago. The prolonged waiting had only heightened it though and even in his foggy state was surprised at how drawn out his orgasm was.

As Greg's inner muscles clenched around Nick's cock he couldn't help but fall over the edge as well, biting into Greg's t-shirt clad shoulder to keep from screaming. Both men silently surprised neither had passed out with the intensity of their releases.

Nick sighed as he came down from his high and slid out of Greg, who was still leaning heavily against the door. He chuckled lightly as he fixed his pants and then Greg's who didn't even look up at Nick righted him.

"Greg?" Nick asked tentatively laying a hand on the man's shoulder.

"I think you killed me." Greg said softly. Nick chuckled.

"I will never make a negative remark towards your fantasies ever again that's for sure. That was hot." Nick sighed running a comforting hand up and down Greg's back.

"Where are we anyway?" Greg asked still not moving.

"Storage room." Nick said simply.

"Shit. I'm never going to be able to refill my kit without getting a hard on now." Greg sighed and the two laughed, "Aw, fuck. Sara should be back by now. She's probably wondering where I am." Greg said finally pushing himself from the door only to lean against Nick.

Nick laughed, "You gonna be okay for the rest of shift?"

"She already thinks I'm screwed up tonight, might as well add falling asleep at the evidence table to the list." He shrugged and pushed himself from Nick to open the door.

They walked out into the disserted hallway and made their way together to the evidence room. Sara was no where to be found. Greg quirked an eyebrow at Nick before looking at his watch; unless there had been another murder at the scene to process, Sara should have been back by then.

Shrugging Nick pointed down the hall and the two took off towards Grissom's office. The halls of the crime lab were strangely disserted; one of the odds times where all the CSIs were either at home or on a case, and the lab rats were all sequestered in their labs running tests. As they made their way into Grissom's office (not bothering to knock, as they normally didn't) Greg bumped into Nick as he stopped short in front of him.

Looking up to ask what the hell that was for, Greg got an eye full of something he never thought he would see and quite frankly never wanted to see. There in front of them sat Grissom and Sara. Not an odd occurrence to be honest, it was however odd to find them making out with Sara propped on the desk and Grissom standing between her legs.

"Oh god!" Sara said as she noticed their visitors.

"Greg. Nick." Grissom said trying to sound normal in a situation that was anything but.

Greg, the first to shake the shock of the scene, shook his head slightly and clucked his tongue, "Not really the best display of professional conduct boss. I must say I'm surprised. Sara I'll be in the evidence room when you're...done." He said with a chuckle dragging Nick out of the room without waiting for a response.

"Did that really just happen?" Nick asked once the door was closed.

Greg chuckled and nodded, "Yeah it really did."

"Wow." Nick shook his head, "Oh and nice comment about the professional conduct, like we're any better!" Nick chided as they rounded the corner to where Greg said he would wait for Sara.

"Yeah, but like they need to know that." Greg cracked.

"I guess we all need a lesson in professional conduct. Wouldn't that be a hilarious seminar topic?" Nick chuckled before kissing Greg on the forehead and heading for the locker room.

The End

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