Title: Say Something (Anything)
By: Caroline Crane
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Greg surprises Nick at just the right time.
A/N: This is the boring old married couple porn I've been talking about. It was inspired by the season finale, so spoilers if you haven't watched it yet, though not for the actual case. I was just wondering about Nick's mindset and this is what happened. I did not stress about whether the show timeline works with the fic timeline. Prepare to suspend your disbelief! I do mention the dog, so that makes it part of the Pancake series by default. For rabidfan, because she flatters me. ~ 4500 words.

There are times when Greg's mother's lousy memory comes in handy. Not that he expects her to remember his daily schedule, let alone Nick's, but Nick going to Hawaii for a conference is bigger than what days off he has this week. Still, it's his mom, so it's no surprise that she gets the dates wrong and calls to offer his father's unused frequent flyer miles after Nick's already left town.

If she'd called after his shift Greg probably would have been too tired to think on his feet, but his cell happens to ring on the way into work, buzzing in his pocket as he rolls to a stop at an intersection. He digs his phone out and glances at the screen, hoping to see Nick's name there. When he sees that it's just his mother he considers not answering it, but at the last second he relents and flips it open. It takes her a few minutes to get to the point, mostly because she's busy complaining about how the county doesn't support continuing education and Nick shouldn't have to pay for the conference at all, but eventually she gets to the point.

When she does, Greg starts to tell her that she's too late and Nick's already gone, but before he gets the words out he realizes that if he admits he's flying solo this weekend, she'll try to talk him into using the miles to fly home. He's a little surprised she didn't try to talk him into that in the first place, but she's trying to help them out, and he doesn't want to make her think he doesn't appreciate it. So he just says thank you and hang on while I pull over, then he jots the number down on the back of the electric bill.

It takes another few minutes to get his mom off the phone, but it's worth listening to her complaining about the neighbors' Bougainvillea growing over their fence and how they won't trim it no matter how many hints she drops. It's worth whatever she wants to talk about, really, because he wasn't looking forward to rattling around the house alone for two days, but thanks to his mom, his weekend just got a whole lot better.

"Mom, I'm at work," he says as he pulls into the parking lot at the lab. "I have to go."

"Okay," she says, then she rattles on for another couple minutes about some friend of hers he's pretty sure he's never met. Finally he manages to get her off the phone, and when he does he makes a beeline for the nearest open computer and pulls up Expedia. It barely takes five minutes to book the flight, and he spends the rest of the night trying not to vibrate with anticipation. Luckily it's a slow night for once, and he actually manages to get out of the lab on time.

Two hours later and a quick trip to the kennel to drop off the dog, and Greg's on his way to the airport. It takes another six hours to touch down in Honolulu, and even though he didn't get much sleep on the plane, he's not as tired as he expected to be. Adrenaline, he figures, grinning as he swings his carry-on over his shoulder and heads toward the taxi stand.

When the driver tells him they're only five minutes out from the hotel Greg digs out his cell phone, pressing speed dial one and listening while it rings. He half-expects it to go straight to voice mail, because it's still mid-afternoon and chances are Nick's in some conference room somewhere, learning all about the life cycle of the deer tick. So he's surprised when the line connects and Nick's slow drawl sounds in his ear. "Hey. What are you doing out of bed?"

"It's not as fun when you're not in it with me," Greg says, grinning at nothing in particular as the cab pulls up in front of the hotel. He digs out his wallet and hands over some money, not waiting for change as he climbs out and heads inside. "Where are you right now?"

"Why?" Nick asks, that edge in his voice like he's expecting Greg to start talking dirty, and Greg can already picture the blush creeping up his neck.

"Just wondering what you're doing answering your phone in the middle of a professional conference. Shouldn't you be sitting through a lecture on garden slugs or something right now?"

There's a pause on the end of the line, and if he didn't know better Greg might worry about what that means. But it's Nick, and if there's one thing Greg doesn't worry about, it's Nick cheating on him. So he waits out the silence, and when Nick clears his throat and starts talking again Greg wants to kick himself for not figuring it out on his own.

"It...ah...it got to be a little much, to tell you the truth," Nick answers. "Yesterday was fine, but after this morning's session I just needed a break, you know?"

When Nick said he wanted to attend this conference Greg didn't ask if he thought he could really handle it. The idea that it might dredge up old memories never even dawned on him, especially when Nick seemed so gung ho about replacing Grissom as 'the bug guy'. It was kind of cute, really, and he never stopped to think about why Nick was suddenly interested in bugs. But they'd saved his life once -- well, Grissom's bug obsession did, anyway -- so it made sense. The fact that they were bound to bring up the reasons Nick's life was in danger in the first place hadn't occurred to him at the time, but now that it has, Greg's really glad he decided to take his mom up on her offer of a free flight.

"So you've got the afternoon free?" Greg asks, glancing around the lobby in search of a familiar face. He doesn't really expect Nick to be standing in the lobby, so when he spots those broad shoulders and Nick's ugly plaid shirt his heart actually skips a beat. That hasn't happened in awhile -- not since Nick asked him to move in -- and Greg walks a little faster toward the elevators where Nick's standing.

"There's a dinner tonight," Nick says, and Greg hopes he doesn't have his heart set on mingling with a bunch of bug freaks, because he's got plans for tonight. He reaches Nick just as the elevator doors slide open, and when Nick steps inside and turns around Greg grins and slips through the doors after him.

"What..." is as far as Nick gets before Greg's reaching for him, hand on the back of his neck to pull him forward and kiss him hard. He's pretty sure the elevator's empty, but the truth is there could be twenty people in here with them and Greg wouldn't care. Which is probably a little stupid, considering it's been less than two days since Greg saw him last, but they haven't had a chance to make out in an elevator in a long time, and Greg's never been one to waste an opportunity.

When Greg lets him pull away Nick smiles down at him, the lines around his eyes deepening just a little. "Am I ever glad to see you," Nick says. "But we can't afford this, G."

His hands run up Greg's back, tracing old scars Greg mostly forgets are there, but Nick's had memorized since they were still fresh and pink. And they never did press the button for Nick's floor, so when the doors slide open again they look up to find themselves staring at the lobby. There's a couple waiting to get on the elevator, and as soon as Nick registers that they're not alone he blushes and lets go. Greg swallows a sigh and leans back against the wall, smiling at the couple as they wheel their suitcases onto the elevator. They're blushing even harder than Nick and staring hard at the elevator doors as Nick reaches around them to push the number for his floor. The woman fiddles with her luggage tags and the man keeps checking his watch, and when Greg looks over at Nick and rolls his eyes Nick actually laughs. Greg grins back at him and reaches for his hand, fingers sliding together while they watch the numbers go up.

It feels like forever before the elevator stops again, but when the doors slide open on the fourth floor Nick tightens his grip on Greg's hand and pulls him around the couple and into the hall. The back of his neck is bright red, and Greg doesn't bother waiting for the elevator doors to close before he leans in and presses a kiss to the warm skin at the side of Nick's neck.

"Seriously, what are you doing here?" Nick asks, letting go of Greg's hand to slide a strong arm around his waist.

"What, I don't deserve a tropical vacation too?"

"I'm not on vacation, you know that," Nick says. He stops in front of a door and pulls a key card out of his pocket, sliding it into the lock and pushing the door open to let Greg inside. "Come on, G, we talked about this. It's an expense, sure, but it's not just an excuse to spend the weekend at the beach."

Greg rolls his eyes for the second time and drops his bag on the nearest flat surface, which turns out to be the floor. He doesn't bother to look where it lands before he steps forward, hands on Nick's shirt to work open the buttons one by one. He starts at the top, fingers sliding over each new bit of pink skin until Nick's shirt is open to his waist. When he hits Nick's belt buckle he slides his hands back up Nick's chest, palms flat against his skin and fingers splayed wide. "Relax," Greg says, leaning close to press a soft kiss against Nick's chin. "I had the whole weekend off, why waste it alone when we could spend it together?"

Nick's hands come up to cover his, curling around his fingers to pull them away from his chest. "A last-minute ticket to Hawaii must have cost a fortune."

They can afford it. Greg doesn't bother to say it, because he doesn't feel like arguing about money when there are other, far more interesting things they could be doing with their mouths. He grins at the thought and leans in to press their lips together, feels Nick tense against him but he doesn't pull away. Greg keeps kissing him until he feels Nick relax, one hand coming up to rest against the back of Greg's neck. When Nick finally stops worrying about money Greg smiles against his mouth and pulls back, just far enough to whisper in his ear. "It didn't cost us anything. But you owe my mom a thank-you for the frequent flyer miles."

"What?"

"She called to offer her frequent flyer miles for your conference. I didn't want her to think we didn't appreciate it, so I put them to good use."

Nick laughs and slides his arms around Greg's waist, pulling him close and burying his face in Greg's hair. He breathes in deep, hands sliding up and down Greg's back and sending shivers of anticipation down Greg's spine. "What about Lucky?"

"Kennel," Greg says, bracing himself for a lecture about spending money on that too, but it never comes. Instead Nick pulls back to smile at him, eyes a little watery and now Greg's really glad he decided to surprise Nick. It would have been worth whatever it costs to fly to Hawaii from Vegas at the last minute, but he's grateful for his mom's frequent flyer miles all the same, because it means he doesn't have to waste any time convincing Nick that it's worth it.

"I love you," Nick says, and Greg grins and pushes his shirt off his shoulders.

"Well, I am pretty irresistible," he says, reaching for Nick's belt next. "I've been telling you that for ten years now."

Nick laughs and kicks his shoes off while Greg works on his pants. When he's down to boxers and socks Greg stands back to look at him, a slow smile spreading across his face as Nick's chest flushes all over again. "Big improvement."

"From what?" Nick asks, but he doesn't wait for an answer. Instead he reaches for the front of Greg's shirt and hauls him forward, tugging it over his head to toss on the floor before he pulls Greg in for a hard kiss. He tugs Greg's jeans open with expert fingers, pushing them past Greg's hips to pool on the floor at his feet. It takes a few seconds to get his shoes off, but finally Greg steps out of his jeans and hooks his thumbs in the boxers he pulled on this morning.

"Are you wearing my underwear?" Nick asks, voice dropping a little deeper, and Greg smiles and slides them down.

"Not anymore."

He wasn't even sure Nick would notice, but when he'd pulled a pair of boxers out of Nick's drawer after his shower, this was exactly the reaction he'd hoped for. Nick pulling him forward, one hand on his waist and the other on the back of his head to hold him still while Nick kisses him hard. His tongue pushes past Greg's teeth, his own cock sliding against Greg's through the thin boxers Nick's still wearing. Greg moans against his mouth and grinds against him, looking for just a little relief from the pressure already building in the pit of his stomach. Nick's hand is clamped hard on his hip, though, holding him just far enough away to drag a frustrated growl out of him.

Nick grins against his mouth and pushes him back onto the bed, and Greg props himself up on his elbows to watch the show. As long as they've known each other Nick's kept himself in great shape, getting up early to hit the gym and making sure there are vegetables in their fridge. Greg never thought about nutrition all that much before he started spending all his time with Nick, but he's heard the 'we're not getting any younger' speech enough times to give up his Ramen habit almost completely. And they're not getting any younger; Nick's still in great shape, but he doesn't make it to the gym quite as often as he did when he was living alone, and his jeans are a size bigger than they were five years ago.

It bothers Nick, but Greg thinks it looks good on him. Whenever he says it Nick accuses him of trying to get out of working out, which...okay, that's partly true, but he still means it when he says Nick looks pretty good to him. He watches the muscles in Nick's back flex as he bends over to slide his boxers down, taking his time stepping out of them before he kicks them out of the way and pulls off his socks one at a time. Greg never bothered with his, and he doesn't bother now because Nick's finally planting a knee on either side of him and crawling over Greg to kiss him again.

He makes a contented sound in the back of his throat at the familiar weight of Nick settling on top of him, legs dropping open wider as he hooks a knee around Nick's thigh. His hands slide up Nick's back, fingers flexing against the hard muscles in his shoulders. Nick's mouth leaves his to press hot kisses down his neck and across his shoulder, hand catching Greg's to drag his arm up over his head.

Greg gasps when Nick's tongue brushes the thin, ticklish skin at the base of his armpit, squirming uselessly against the solid weight holding him down. "Don't make me regret flying all the way out here," Greg says, voice breathy with the effort to keep from laughing.

"Never," Nick says, voice serious but he's grinning as he leans up to press a placating kiss against Greg's lips.

It starts as just a quick kiss, but Greg leans up into it until they're both breathing hard, fingers digging into Nick's shoulder to keep from falling back onto the mattress. He feels Nick's hands slide under him, then he's lifting up even higher, rolling toward the center of the mattress until they're stretched out on their sides. For awhile Greg just looks at him, noting for the first time the shadows under his eyes.

"How much sleep have you been getting?" he asks, thumb coming up to trace the line of Nick's cheekbone.

Nick laughs and catches Greg's hand in his own, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his hand before he answers. "That obvious, huh?"

"Probably not to everybody."

That gets him another laugh, a little shakier than the last one and Greg doesn't have to wonder what he's been thinking about while he's lying awake at night. He wishes Nick had called him instead of staring at the ceiling and trying to convince himself he's fine, but Greg knows why he didn't. He knew they were working a case, knew it was a little touchy and he probably told himself his leftover nightmares weren't as important as the job. Stupid, Greg thinks and presses his hands against Nick's shoulders, pushing until he's flat on his back and staring up at Greg. He swings a leg over Nick's hips and sits back on his thighs, just taking a moment to admire the view.

"You know I don't have any lube," Nick says, hands folded behind his head and looking up at Greg, and from this angle he looks even better. "I wasn't planning on getting lucky this trip."

"Lucky for you, I was," Greg answers. There's lube in his carry-on bag, and if he'd been thinking when they got to the room he would have gotten it out already and saved himself the trouble of getting out of bed. But he had other things on his mind at the time, and when he takes in the body stretched out in front of him he forgives himself for being distracted. Nick's been a distraction since the day they met, and the fact that Greg still hasn't quite gotten used to it is part of what makes their relationship work after all this time.

Instead of getting up in search of lube he slides a little further down Nick's thighs, hands stretching up to rest at his hips. Nick's still watching him with his arms folded behind him, but his cock twitches in anticipation and Greg smirks and closes a hand around it. He strokes slowly at first, watching Nick's eyes flutter closed and his neck stretch as he arches into the mattress. He's not making any noise yet, but they've been at this long enough that Greg knows it's just a matter of time.

He knows how to speed things along, too, so he leans over and wraps his lips around the head of Nick's cock, tongue teasing the underside on each upstroke until Nick's arching harder against the mattress and breathing heavy. His hands leave the mattress at some point to slide through Greg's hair, fingers skimming the tip of Greg's ears as he moves his hands in time with the rhythm of Greg's mouth. It doesn't take long before he starts talking, a stream of nonsense escaping his throat that doesn't make any sense, but makes Greg's stomach tighten all the same. He hears his name in there a few times, twisting his grip on the base of Nick's cock every time he does, and before long Nick's rocking up hard against him.

When he gets too close Greg pulls off, reaching up idly to wipe a stream of drool off his chin before he pushes himself onto his knees and leans over until they're face to face. He plants a quick, firm kiss on the corner of Nick's mouth, then he pulls back to grin down at the flush in Nick's chest and the way his eyelids flutter against Nick's efforts to keep them open. "Don't go anywhere."

He climbs off the bed long enough to locate the part of the floor where his bag landed -- and his planning is worse than he thought, because it's all the way across the room -- and digs in the inside pocket for the lube. As soon as his fingers close around it he's turning and heading back for the bed, but when he catches sight of Nick he stops in his tracks. He's got one arm tucked behind his head again, legs spread a little wider than they were when Greg left him. His other hand is gripped loosely around his cock, stroking lazily as he watches Greg cross the room. It's not that often Greg gets to see him do...well, anything without blushing or overthinking or somehow talking himself out of it, so watching Nick touch himself so unselfconsciously is something he wants to enjoy.

He takes his time walking back to the bed, gaze focused on the slow up and down of Nick's fingers sliding over his cock. He watches the way Nick's thumb slides over the head of his cock on each stroke, and when he finally reaches the bed he drops the lube on the mattress and reaches down to cover Nick's hand in his own. He pulls Nick's fingers away from his cock and lifts them to his mouth, sucking the tip of Nick's thumb between his lips and rolling the taste of salt around on his tongue.

Nick's eyes are locked on him the whole time, and when Greg finally relinquishes his hand he reaches for the lube and flips the top open. He squeezes a little on his fingers as Greg straddles him again, but instead of pushing inside Greg he wraps slick fingers around Greg's cock. The touch surprises a moan out of Greg, and he thrusts into the tight circle of Nick's fist until he's panting and way too close to the edge. As soon as he thinks it Nick's hand disappears, and Greg bites back a moan of disappointment as Nick reaches for the lube again. He squeezes slick liquid onto his fingers a second time, then drops the bottle back onto the mattress. Greg lifts up in anticipation of Nick's fingers pressing inside him, but this time Nick reaches between his own legs.

It's not often that Nick actually asks Greg to fuck him. This time he doesn't even say the words, but as soon as Greg realizes what he wants he's kneeling between Nick's legs and pushing Nick's knees apart. Nick's eyes are closed, whole body flushed with the effort of fingering himself at this angle, but Greg doesn't offer to do it for him. The thought doesn't even cross his mind, because he's mesmerized by the sight of Nick riding his own fingers. It's the first time Nick's done this in front of him, and he wonders if this is how Nick gets off when he's alone. If this is what he does when he's away from Greg -- at some conference about bugs, maybe -- when he can't sleep and he needs something to take his mind off whatever's keeping him awake.

He's still watching when Nick pulls his hand away, and Greg expects him to reach for the lube again. Instead his eyes open to catch Greg watching him, and he surges up off the mattress and presses slick fingers to the back of Greg's neck to pull him in for a hard kiss. Greg's tongue pushes past Nick's teeth, breathing hard through his nose and it sounds louder than it should in the quiet of the room. His hand's braced on Nick's knee for balance, but Nick's kissing him with such force that it doesn't surprise him at all when he feels his grip start to slip. Before he can catch himself they're both falling, landing hard on the mattress in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

As soon as he hits the mattress Nick rolls onto his stomach, pressing back onto his knees and Greg's cock twitches at the sight. He scrambles back onto his knees and grips his cock, lining himself up and biting down hard on his lip as he pushes inside. He hears a moan and figures it must be his own, but he doesn't care because Nick's pushing back hard into him, thrusting a little more wildly each time he presses back to meet Greg. It's hot and intense and over way too soon, and long before Greg's ready Nick's tensing around him. He keeps moving the whole time, burying his cock as deep as he can as Nick jerks himself off. The sheets are wrecked, wet heat already pooling right in the middle and Greg wants to laugh because their aim is always terrible, but he's too busy trying to hold on.

His own hips are still moving, fingers clamped down so tight on Nick's skin that he's probably going to leave marks. If Nick notices he doesn't complain, though, and even after he comes he's still pushing back against Greg, murmuring 'come on' and 'yeah' over and over until Greg finally lets go. His whole body shakes with the intensity of his orgasm and he thinks vaguely that it's a good thing his elbows are locked, because that's the only thing holding him up. Later his back and shoulders will ache, maybe his arms too, but right now it doesn't matter. All that matters is leaning over to lick drops of sweat off the back of Nick's neck, to mouth his way down Nick's spine as he pulls out and eases his fingers out of their iron grip on Nick's hips.

Somehow they both land on the mattress without anybody complaining about hitting the wet spot, and Greg grins without opening his eyes and reaches out blindly until his fingers collide with warm skin. A hand catches his and holds tight, and when he feels Nick's lips on his palm Greg forces his eyes open again. "Thanks for flying all the way out here," Nick says, and the look on his face makes Greg's heart skip a beat.

"Like you could have stopped me," Greg answers, and when Nick laughs and tugs on his hand Greg takes the hint and slides close enough to wrap himself around Nick. Sending his mom flowers or something is probably a little much, considering she doesn't even know what Greg used her frequent flyer miles for, but he makes a mental note to do it anyway. Nick will probably bitch about the cost of flowers these days, but they'll both know it's worth every penny.