Title: Quarantine
By: Verisimilitude
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Although, Christmas is coming...
A/N: I'm just making all this stuff up because I need it to happen for this story to work. I just learned in class the other day that those are called ‘structural changes' as opposed to ‘mimetic changes.' So there we go, I'm being literary :). However, I highly doubt they have a quarantine room at the lab, but it's just funnier this way. Also, I've set this around season 5 or 6, Greg has to be in the field, is all.
Summary: Nick and Greg are under quarantine in the lab.

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"What? Are you serious?" Nick said.

"I'm sorry Nick, but we were unable to identify the white powder from the crime scene. You both need to stay here for 72 hours just to make sure you're not contaminated with anything." Grissom's disembodied voice replied from the speaker in the wall.

"I thought that's what the decontamination shower was for." Greg added.

"That was a precaution. So is this. I'm sorry guys, but this is procedure. That's just the way it is."

"What if we are contaminated, what then?" Nick asked.

"We'll get you medical treatment. Look, we'll keep trying with the powder and maybe we'll get lucky. Use the intercom if you need anything and we'll see what we can do."

Gil Grissom took his hand off the intercom button and took a deep breath. This was not good. Nick and Greg had been processing a house where the vic had DFO'd and they came across some strange white powder on the nightstand-possibly what made Marcy Wallace collapse and die. Greg had found it on a routine walkthrough while Nick had been with the body downstairs. He had called Nick over, who had called in the potential biohazard. After a decontamination shower they were safely transported to the quarantine room at the crime lab.

Grissom rubbed his eyes as walked back to his office to recheck the procedure for quarantine. It had been so long since anyone had needed to be quarantined in the Vegas lab that he had never been a part of one before. The room itself had become a bit of a storage closet over the years so the whole room had to be emptied and sterilized, then the supplies all needed to be restocked. He went over the supplies in his mind-food, water, blankets, pillows, shampoo, towels, reading materials...to be honest, he'd let Catherine deal with that side of things. He thought her saw her slip something under one of the pillows, but he pretended he hadn't seen anything. The walls in that room may be glass, but there were still curtains that you could draw from the inside and almost no one goes down there anymore. And while he knew Nick and Greg were a couple, he'd rather not think of anything about the two people he'd later have to stare in the face...provided they were all right. Of course they were going to be all right. Right?

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"Did he really just hang up on us?" Greg asked, wearing a set of blue scrubs given to him by the decontamination crew and standing by the intercom in the quarantine room.

"Yeah. Yeah he did." Nick replied, attired in like fashion and standing next to Greg.

"Great, we're stuck in this little room with three glass walls, two single beds and no tv for three straight days." Greg pouted as he sat on one of the cots, grimacing exaggeratedly at the little metallic squeak it made as he rested his weight on it.

"Could be worse, you could be stuck in here with Hodges." Nick quipped. Greg laughed at that. Yeah, there were worse things than being stuck somewhere with no one but the man you loved.

"You're right," he replied, a plan dawning in his mind, "the walls do have curtains and we could always pull the mattresses off the cots and have crazy monkey sex for three straight days. Plus, we're getting paid to be here."

"Greg, we can't have sex in here, we're still in the lab." Nick said with a lowered voice, gritting his teeth together slightly as if he were afraid if he said it too loudly someone would hear.

"Nick...Nick, Nick, Nick, what am I going to do with you?" Greg smirkingly replied as he got up to close the floor-length curtains, "No one comes down here. I didn't even know this was here. Besides, everyone is going to stay away because they think we have the plague or something. It'll be alright." He sat back down on the bed.

"What if we really are contaminated?" Nick mused; momentarily forgetting about Greg's lewd suggestion as concern took over.

"Well, how do you feel?"

"Fine, you?"

"Fine. Well..." he paused. Nick grew concerned and moved over to sit beside him on the bed, worry evident in his caring look.

"What? Baby, what's wrong?"

Greg placed a hand on Nick's thigh as he leaned in to whisper in Nick's ear, "I'm really fucking horny."

Nick made a sigh of both exasperation and relief as he got off the cot and stood, arms crossed, "That wasn't funny, Greg."

"It was hilarious!" Greg squeezed the words out between his laughter. Nick's expression softened as he watched Greg laugh, somehow, he just couldn't stay mad at that guy.

Greg, still chuckling, got off the bed again, took the mattress off it and put it on the floor. He then did the same with the second cot, finding the bottle of lube Catherine had slid under the pillow and smiling nefariously as he waved it in Nick's direction. It had to be Catherine, there was a post-it note saying "Make sure you give each other a thorough physical. C."

"Looks like Catherine has the same idea I do. That's great, this'll come in handy."

"No way, Greg. We simply can't have sex while we're still in the lab. No. No way."

Greg flashed him a smirk as he finished lining the mattresses up side by side. Nick didn't help, but continued to stand there watching him with his hands on his hips and an expression that said, ‘there's no way in hell you can make me do this.' But Greg knew otherwise, three years of being with Nick, he knew Nick was his own worst enemy when it came to pleasure-he always denied himself something fun just because it was unconventional or a little risqué. But Greg had been working on that, he got to know Nick's inhibitions and slowly break away most of his barriers. This was just another one and Greg knew exactly what he was going to do to get Nick to let go.

"You do whatever you like, Nicky. I can put this lube to good use all on my own." With that, Greg stripped, lay down on the cots and began slowly stroking his growing erection and pinching his nipples. Nick's breath came faster as he watched Greg masturbate.

'Damn him,' he thought, 'he knows what this does to me.'

Greg's right hand was moving over his body: his chest, his nipples, his abs, his hips, his balls, his thighs. The left was slowly moving up and down his hardened length. Nick watched it go up and down, and up and down, twisting a little at the head as low moans came out of Greg's mouth. Then Greg stopped, put a bit of lube in his hand and resumed stroking, this time the slippery wetness making his hand glide faster and faster. Nick watched, transfixed and painfully aware of his own insistent erection. It was telling him to just go over there already. And really, what was he waiting for when he could be fucking Greg? Why was this a bad idea again? When really, it's a great idea!

"Fuck" Nick said as he gave in. Quickly pulled off his scrubs and damn near leaped on top of Greg, smothering him with his body and demanding a hard, long kiss as he began thrusting against him fast, like he was making up for lost time.

"Thank God, I was beginning to think you'd never just fucking come over here" Greg panted between hot kisses.

Nick grabbed the lube, slicked up his achingly hard cock, closed his eyes for a moment to steady himself against the wonderful feeling of finally being involved. Then he pulled Greg's thighs around his body as he sank into him, moaning at the sensation of being enclosed by his lover's hot body.

"God, just fuck me Nick, baby, please just fuck me." Greg bucked up against Nick, forcing him to move. Nick got the hint and began pounding into Greg fast and hard. They were moaning, groaning, sliding together, pounding together, grasping at skin, kissing, licking, sucking, breathing, rasping and gasping as they rocked and heaved and cried out as they came. Shuddering, cuddling, panting and with soothing tones and strokes they came down, kissing softly, whispering love.

Suddenly, the door opened. "Hey guys, good neOH GOD!" Warrick threw his hands up to cover his eyes as he quickly turned around. Grissom followed suit, but without the yelling.

"Shit!" Nick exclaimed, quickly grabbing the blankets and covering himself and Greg as they stood up. "I told you this wasn't a good idea!"

"You weren't complaining five minutes ago" Greg replied, equally as embarrassed as Nick but determined not to be the sole object of blame.

"We've, uh, managed to analyse the powder," Grissom said, "it was simple baking soda, somehow the trace analysis computer had gotten a virus and wasn't able to analyse it before. You two are clear to go."

"I'd suggest putting some clothes on first." Warrick managed to joke through his embarrassment.

"Oh hey, I see you two got my little present." Catherine said as she walked into the room, not bothering to turn around like Warrick and Grissom. Then in reference to the note she'd left she added, "Everything check out ok?"

"Just great, thanks Cath" Greg said. Nick then elbowed him. "Ow! Hey!"

"Ok, well, we're going to go, then." Grissom said, bringing the awkward scene to a close as he and Warrick walked out of the room, never glancing backwards. Catherine left too, but not before throwing a wink at the boys.

"Well, that was...interesting." Greg said, smiling at Nick, who was scowling at him. Greg then began nervously chuckling, which quickly descended into an all out bout of hysterical laughter as the tension from moments before was released. Nick joined in. Somehow, he never could stay mad at Greg.

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