Title: Twist-Dip Tease
By: Perpetual Motion
Pairing: Greg/Warrick
Disclaimer: Not mine. CBS's. I just have them screw like nasty bunnies.
Author's Notes: For the Greg fans who think he's not quite as cuddly and innocent as he appears. And for Julian, who gave me cheese in a can.
Summary: Slow night at the lab. Sex almost insues.

It was a slow night through the whole building, and while Warrick wasn't against a slow night now or then, he was bored out of his mind.

Giving up on actually *concentrating* on his paperwork, he stood up and decided to do a lap around the building to see if he could work off a little energy.

He came to a sudden halt outside of Greg's lab when he caught sight of the other man deep in his work, dancing around to the music blaring out of his cd player. Greg moved his hips to the music as he put something on a slide, and then, as Warrick watched with a grin on his face, Greg did a twisting-dip combination that made all of Warrick's synapses short-circuit.

He recognized that twisting-dip. It was the same move that Greg used when they were in the middle of a club and he wanted to get Warrick all hot and bothered. It was the same move he used when they were in bed, and he was straddling Warrick, and he wanted to test Warrick's control. It was, in essence, Greg's power over Warrick. All he had to do was twist-dip and Warrick was salivating to make Greg happy.

It was like the sex equivalent to being one of Pavlov's dogs.

But Warrick wasn't thinking of Greg's manipulative abilities just then. His concentration rested solely on getting Greg alone somewhere so they could have a nice little private dance. Possibly with a blow job to top it off.

He walked into the lab and turned off the cd player. He had a slightly feral grin on his face when Greg turned around to face him. "Hey."

Greg returned the feral grin with one of his own. "Hey. What's up?"

"Not much. Can I get your help for a second? They rearranged the supply closet, and I can't find the staples." It was an almost-plausible excuse. The supply closet had recently been rearranged, but Warrick hadn't even been by yet to look at it. But Greg didn't need to know that.

Greg tucked his pen behind his ear and nodded. "Sure. I've got a minute." He followed Warrick to the supply closet with an obvious smile on his face. "What are you working on tonight?"

~Luring you into a little on-the-job sex.~ "Just catching up on reports. You?"

"Catching up on backlogged samples. I'm nearly done, though."

When they reached the supply closet, Greg played the good lamb to the slaughter and went in first. He let out a low chuckle when he heard the door close. "So where are the staples?"

"Who gives a damn?" Warrick's voice was warm and thick in Greg's ear as he slid his fingers through the buttons on Greg's shirt. "I was just walking to let off a little energy, and I saw you dancing in the lab."

"I do that a lot." Greg arched into Warrick's fingers as they stroked down his chest. "What's got you so wound up tonight?"

"You. You did that move in the middle of the lab."

"What move?"

"*That* move."

Greg reached a hand back and gripped it against Warrick's hip. With slow, deliberate movements, he twisted his hips and dipped down, his back arching as he did so. "This move?"

Warrick spun Greg around, lifted him up, and pinned him to the wall. Greg responded amicably enough by wrapping his legs around Warrick's hips and executing his twist-dip again. "Never figured out why you liked this move so much."

"Bullshit." Warrick leaned in and caught Greg in a fast, wet kiss. He pressed him harder into the wall and did a slow grind with his hips. "You know," he spoke right by Greg's ear, making sure to exhale just so, "it's a shame we can't finish this."

"Huh?" Greg looked indignant. "Like hell." He tightened his legs around Warrick's hips.

"We can't. How would it look if someone walked in, and we were doing this?" Warrick puncuated his sentence by grinding against Greg again. "I'd hate to get caught."

"You lying bastard." Greg leaned in and nipped Warrick's ear. "You're a slut of an exhibitionist and you know it." He groaned as Warrick pulled back then practically slammed him through the wall with his next thrust. "Oh...just like that." His head bounced against the wall but he barely felt it. Everything felt so good. He was on the edge, about to swan dive into his orgasm.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

Greg's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Warrick, who was grinning at him smugly. "What the fuck?"

Warrick carefully put Greg back on the ground. "I told you, we can't finish this here." He ran a hand over Greg's ass and relished the other man's moan. "To big of a risk." He stepped away.

Greg glared daggers at him. "You son of a bitch."

"Such language, Greg." Warrick's grin was positively evil. As Greg watched, he adjusted himself lazily. "Go back to the lab. Dance a little. The swelling will go down."

"You can bet it'll be the *only* thing going down tonight."

Warrick just smirked, grabbed a box of staples, and left.

Greg swore torturous sexual revenge.