Title: The Locker Room
Author: Tesco
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rated: M
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters... hell, you'd know if I did ;)
Summary: Nick and Greg have a little fun in the locker room.

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The two were alone in the locker room, Greg half dressed, Nick just about to leave. He turned to ask the lab rat something, but instead he gaped, eyes wide. Nick really couldn't help himself. His eyes wandered up the toned muscles of Greg's torso that were usually hidden, until his eyes met Greg's.

'Nick?' he frowned, glancing down at himself, suddenly self-conscious. Grabbing a shirt, he went to pull it on quickly. Nick didn't realize he'd moved, until he was beside Greg, taking the shirt from him.

'You don't need that,' the Texan breathed. Greg blinked at him, but he let the shirt go. They were a hair's breath away from each other, the atmosphere suddenly heated. Nick acted first; putting his hands on Greg's shoulders, he pulled him against his own chest. They met in a furious kiss, almost electrifying. Greg bit on his bottom lip, his hard-on pressing against Nick's stomach. He let his hands run up the older man's tight shirt, feeling his muscles tense beneath his touch.

'Greg.' The word was a moan, yet barely a throaty whisper. Then, he was pushing Greg to his knees and the younger man was tugging at his zipper, hand slipping into his boxers.

Nick gave a hiss and knocked his head back. Greg let his lips run up and down his hot member, the smell of his musk turning him on further. Taking Nick into his mouth, he began to suck. Nick's hand drifted down to tug on his hair, forcing him to take his cock deeper. Greg's teeth grazed the underside of his throbbing hard-on and he bit his lip to stop himself crying out in pleasure.

Greg squeezed the base of his dick with his hand, sucking harder. Suddenly, Nick was coming, hips jerking. Colours flashed before his eyes and he squeezed them shut. Greg continued to suck, drinking Nick's come. Nick slumped to the floor, panting heavily as he leaned back against the lockers.

'Just another day at the office,' Greg winked, wiping a splash of come from his chin. Nick pulled him forward, tasting himself on Greg's lips.

'See you tomorrow,' he murmured when Greg pulled away.

'Why wait until tomorrow?' Greg smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 'I'll meet you by my car,' he said, grabbing his shirt and bag and leaving the locker room. Nick smiled. Tonight was going to be a night to remember.