Title: Untitled
By: Eleanor Lavish
Pairing: Archie/Bobby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Posted at ONN in elmyraemilie's comments. She wanted Nick porn, but I was stuck on 'Secrets and Flies' Archie and his red shirt of hotness.

Archie's breath caught hard when warm fingers brushed the sensitive skin above his waist where his shirt was riding up from leaning over his screen.

"Hey there," a warm drawl intoned in his ear, and Archie smiled and let himself fall back a bit into the solid body behind him. "You seemed a bit tense earlier. Everything okay?" They hadn't talked all shift, but somehow Bobby always knew when Archie was freaked by an assignment. Usually an assignment from Grissom.

"Yeah," Archie breathed as Bobby's fingers ran in comforting circles over his skin. "Just a time crunch thing. All done now."

Bobby was close enough that the hairs on Archie's neck stood up when he leaned in and whispered in his ear, "That means you have time for a quick break then?"

Archie's lab was one big glass room that the techs had dubbed the Fishbowl, but Bobby's lab had a small storage room full of sample guns and ammo. It was a safe room-- Bobby was a safety freak-- but right now Archie's back was pressed against a glass container of Smith and Wessons and Bobby's mouth was doing incredible things to his collarbone and his pants were open and he didn't feel very safe at all. Anyone could walk in, and this was nuts, and Bobby would never in a million years think this was a good idea normally, and Archie was trying so, so hard to be quiet while Bobby fumbled with his belt. But then Bobby's hand was slipping into his pants, warm and dry and so god damn sure of himself that Archie's whole body contracted on contact. He bit his lip to keep from whining as Bobby ran a rough thumb over his slit and dragged a hot, wet line under the hard ridge of Archie's cock. "Fuck...Bobby" were the only words he could manage and Bobby grinned in his slightly lopsided way and shook his head.

"Language, babe. What if someone hears you?" And he laughed quietly as Archie squeezed his eyes shut and dug his nails into the counter as Bobby stroked him off quickly. His hands were tender and strong and efficient-- three words which summed up Bobby Dawson prefectly-- and Archie came hard and fast, drowning a stuttering sob in the soft skin of Bobby's shoulder.