Title: Sex
By: ari
Summary: Greg, amazingly enough, actually complains about sex. Short PWP (688 words)
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: PWP, humor
Rating: NC17
Warnings: none

Greg entered the break room, heading straight for the coffee machine. Yawning he poured himself a cup of the lab's regular coffee before plopping himself down on the lab's couch, amazingly enough not spilling any of his coffee.

He stared ahead with a thoughtful look on his face as he sipped the hot liquid, not even noticing the taste. He didn't even notice the slight raising of the couch as someone sat beside him.

"Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Sanders?" A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

He jerked from his daze and looked sideways to see the grinning face of his lovely boyfriend. Smiling contently he just shook his head. "I was just thinking, I mean you've been on the internet lately right?"

Nick raised his eyebrows as if the answer should be obvious. "Yeah..." He replied slowly.

"Well you know those fan fictions we read by all those fantastically wonderful authors while we are on the net?" Greg questioned his lover.

"Uh...what's the word I'm looking for here, Duh? Wasn't one of those fan fictions the reason last night ended up how it did?"

"Don't get sarcastic with me and yes, of course. But haven't you noticed the patterns of the stories? I mean at the beginning there were those humorous ones, angst ones, adventurous ones and then the wonderful sex ones. Now, not that I am complaining, but a lot of the stories are all sex. Like I said I'm not complaining but a lot of the writers are rushing the sex too." Greg took a breath.

Nick just looked at his fellow human being. He noticed Greg was making quite a point. All of what he was saying was true. Not wanting to interrupt he let Greg continue on, knowing the CSI rookie had more to say.

"I mean do I ever tap your face with my penis? That is just going over the edge. Do you ever do that to me? No. It's just not right. I mean we are not obsessed with sex like they are all saying, or writing. And yet somehow they still get these reviews. It's just so weird that's all I'm saying." Greg took another breath before continuing. "Not that I am saying all of them are bad I mean some taught us some pretty damn good ways to experiment with but some are just outrageous." Finally he stopped, waiting for Nick's reply.

"I know what you mean G. It's not like we are horny every two seconds like people may be led to believe. It gives us a bad reputation." The Texan replied. "I mean really, mind you it is flattering to know people like to write and read about us having sex and how they describe us is really quite amazing but still. People need to know where to draw the line."

"Exactly," Greg said, he was ready to continue speaking but a voice interrupted them.

"If you two do not mind could you please cease personal conversations inside the break room?"

Nick and Greg turned around to see a blushing Grissom.

Greg looked over at Nick to see the old familiar Texan blush creeping onto his boyfriend's features. The CSI rookie smiled and turned back to Grissom, clearing his throat while doing so. "No problem Gris."

The ex-lab rat watched as he supervisor turned to leave the tension filled room. "Oh and Grissom," He whispered. "You might want to stop by the bathroom before heading back to your case."

Grissom just blushed a deeper shade of red and hurried off.

Greg couldn't help but laugh, he never had the chance to see his boss in such a frantic mess. He turned back to Nick and saw a predatory look on his face. "What?"

"I am so going to teach you a lesson when we get home. Out with the handcuffs and crop again." The Texan growled in his ear before leaving the room.

"And right back to the sex again. I mean can we ever escape it?" Greg muttered to himself before shaking his head and leaving the room.