Title: Speechless
Author: Clockstopper
Fandom and Pairing: CSI: Vegas, Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Writer's Choice
Warnings: This is so PWP it's not even funny
Summary: Can you really have a summary for a PWP?

Greg moans into Nick's mouth, Nick's hands frantically touching every part of Greg's body he can reach. Nick's mouth pushes desperately against his own, not once breaking off their kissing and Nick's hands try to get his shirt off as he pushes Greg blindly towards the bedroom.

Nick unbuckles his pants and pushes them down, boxers and all and Greg is so happy he took off his shoes the minute they had stepped through the door. He can just tell what was going to happen when they got inside their place. Nick can't keep his hands off of Greg, but it isn't like Greg's complaining.

Greg unbuckles Nick's pants and pushes them too, but he's met with resistance because Nick hadn't had the same foresight that Greg had had and he still has his shoes on. Greg can't really blame him though, considering that the moment they had walked through the door Nick had pounced on him, lips and teeth and tongues clashing together in a desperate frantic matter.

Nick pulls away, growling in frustration as he and he takes off his shoes and Greg's shirt for good measure and Greg's hands go underneath Nick's shirt, hands caressing Nick's smooth skin just a little bit before he pulls off Nick's shirt too and they're standing in their hallway naked.

But that just won't do for Nick so he pushes Greg the rest of the way to the bedroom. It's all hurried and rushed and they're on the bed and kissing again, Nick's hand disappearing into the nightstand to pull out the lube and Greg's ready for it.

What he's not ready for is Nick to hand him the lube, but Greg just swallows and opens the cap quickly, slicking up his fingers and he goes to brush against Nick's entrance, but Nick stops him. Something in his eyes tell Greg all he needs to know and he smiles saucily down at Nick who smiles up at him.

So he moves his hand back, pushing his own fingers inside of himself and the angle is weird, but Nick has such a hot look on his face that it doesn't matter. Greg moves them faster, stretches himself wider before he's positioning himself on top of Nick's cock, guiding Nick's cock inside of him and he let's out a long moan when he feels Nick's thighs, strong and flexed against his skin.

Nick's hands are on his hips, pressing hard and a shudder runs through Greg's body because he's on top of Nick, Nick's cock buried deep inside him and Nick wants him to take control. Wants Greg to push Nick in deeper. So Greg does, lifting up and then pushing back down and he hears Nick groan underneath him, Nick's hips moving up to meet his thrusts. He doesn't see the look on Nick's face though, his eyes are closed tight as he works himself on Nick's cock, twisting his thrusts until he can feel Nick's cock brushing against his prostate and Greg moans at the feeling.

He hears Nick panting underneath him, but his eyes, though opened, are glazed over and he sees bright bursts of white. He fees Nick's hand on his cock, stroking in time with their thrusts and he moans and mewls and groans and he's pretty sure he screamed too. He's throat feels sore, but not nearly sore enough for him to stop thrusting. Not sore enough for him to stop pushing himself down on Nick's cock, driving Nick deeper inside him and he feels Nick come, feels Nick's cock twitch slightly and the head brushes against Greg's prostate one more time before Greg's coming too.

He collapses on Nick, panting harshly and Nick's panting too. He bones feel weak and loose. He moves off of Nick and Nick pulls him close, Nick's arms pulling Greg until he's practically lying on top of Nick. Greg sighs in contentment.

It's not long before he's asleep.

FIN