Title: He Touched Me!
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13
Summary: Back in the days when Greg was a lab rat, he had a crush. A big one. But one day, that all changes.

So, there I was, sitting in my lab getting some results ready on a murder-suicide in Summerlin when Nick came strolling in. He seemed oddly happy. Too happy for working on a murder-suicide. So, he came strolling in , whistling this song. I couldn’t recognize it. If you gave it words and a tune it probably would have had a twang. It is Nick Stokes.

“You seem to be in a good mood.” I said, as calmly as I could. This guy had been the inspiration and product for my nighttime Greg-time for a while now.

“I am in a good mood, man. I had a great night on Tuesday.” Said Nick, pulling up a chair. I was dreading what came next. He’d always come in bragging about this girl or that or this hot stripper he had managed to bang the previous night. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for him, but enough was enough. No self-respecting semi-homosexual male wanted to hear that the product of his dreams was banging someone else.

“So, what was her name? Or did you only refer to her as Misty Mountains?”

“Who said it was a she?” said Nick before winking at me and leaving. The cock tease.

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It wasn’t until later that shift until I saw him again. Or rather until he saw me. We seem to have a habit of running into each other at odd points.

“Hey, Greggo! You have my results on the gun stock yet?” He said, shouting to me as I walked down the hall.

“Not yet, but the results should have printed out by the time I get back to DNA.” I replied. Was he checking me out?

“Hey, wait up, G! I’ll walk you to the lab.” He paused and sounded flush, my back was still turned to him. “I mean, I’ll walk with you. Not like we’re dating or anything.”

Would that be so bad? I was almost tempted to actually say that, but decided against it. Knowing my luck, Grissom would be walking by as the words would fall out and smack him in his perfectly chiseled jaw or get lost in those amazing chocolate brown eyes that seemed to…

“Greg!”

“Huh?”

“Greg, man, I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past five minutes. You’ve been off in La La Land again. You ok?” said Nick, genuine concern in his voice. I turned around to face him. We were right outside the DNA lab. He placed his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down. I swear, it felt like electricity. If I didn’t work in a DNA lab, I’d never wash that shoulder again. What I said next was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Damn libido.

“Never better.”

“I thought so.” He replied, his voice thick and seductive. He steered me through the door and into one of the more secluded areas of the lab. As he directed me against the wall, I wish I could say I was resisting it. Would you?

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Dear Playgirl, I never thought it would happen to me... at least that's how I'd start.

All we'd done in the DNA lab was make out. But it was a very heavy make out, complete with awkwardly placed pipettes and conveniently loud machine motors. The ding of the result printing out couldn't have happened at a better time.

"Um, here are the results, Nick. The blood is a match to the babysitter. But there are seven alleles in common to your mystery swab. So we're looking for a -"

"I love it when you talk nerdy, G." With that he was on top of me again. I slept very well that night. Very well.

Yeah, I slept well. Even better as Nick had opted to sleep next to me. What the two of us did to each other last night was ground breaking, earth shattering, mind-blowing… well something blowing, if you catch my drift. I’ll have to thank Misty Mountains next time I see her for teaching Nick all those tricks with his mouth. The boy knows his way around a crotch, I can tell you that much.

I sat up and looked over at Nick asleep. I had to fight hard not to swoon. It wasn’t the cheesy romantic “morning after” kind of sleep you hear about either. He was snoring. Loudly. If I hadn’t been crushing on him for as long as I had, it would have been a deal breaker. But, let’s face it, a little thing like snoring can be ignored when you’ve just had your world rocked by Nick Stokes.

I got out of bed and slipped on the closest pair of underwear I could find. Of course they weren’t mine. The cowboys on the side should have been the giveaway, but they managed to make my package look even better then usual.

As I was cooking breakfast, I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist.

“Mornin’, G. You were incredible last night. Just like I’d always imagined. What you did with – are those my boxers?” said Nick, his voice throaty from sleep, or the blowjob, I couldn’t tell which. I really didn’t care, it was getting me riled up again.

“Umm, yeah. First pair I found. Sorry, you can grab whatever pair of underwear you want from my drawer if you – Holy shit. Never mind.” I said, putting down the spatula and turning around. He was wearing a thong one of my friends had gotten me as a joke. One of those pieces of clothing that has the bare minimum of fabric to be legally considered clothing.

“First thing I grabbed. Hope you don’t mind.” Said Nick, turning around, his ass in full view.

“I – you –look –“

“G, the eggs are burning. I’ll go throw on some pants so we can talk. I have a feeling there’s a lot of things that need to be said and judging by what your dick is doing to my lucky boxers, you need to get something off your chest as well.”

With that Nick left, leaving me, wearing my crushes lucky boxers, standing over what were hopefully salvageable scrambled eggs.