Title: War Games
By: emmonsail
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: All's fair in love and war
A/N: This was really cobbled together at the last moment, so sorry about that, it's probably crappy. Also I'm not great at writing smut, so please bear with me!***
"Come on man, give it to me! The game's about to start and I'm gonna miss it!"
"I just want to hear the end of this song; it'll be over in a minute."
"Gregory, turn it over right now, dammit."
"Gregory?" he said with a smirk. "Whoa, we're getting serious now."
"This is no time for messing around Greg. You've known about this game for weeks so cut the crap and turn the channel over."
"What's the magic word?"
Nick scowled at Greg and made a lunge for him across the sofa, but Greg was too quick and rolled over the arm, landing unceremoniously on the floor.
"You know, you are so cute when you're angry", he taunted Nick as he scrambled across the floor away from him.
"Greg, I'm not playing any more. You really should just give me that remote now."
"Oh really? I -" but he was cut off as Nick made a sudden dive for Greg, pinning him to the ground. Nick flipped Greg over and pushed his arms up above is head.
"Where is it G?"
"Not telling. You'll have to search me, officer" he replied, grinning up at Nick and tugging against the grip on his hands.
"Yeah?" he growled, sitting up and straddling Greg, trapping him beneath him. Nick slid his hands under Greg's shirt, stroking his stomach gently. "Like this?" He leaned in and started kissing and licking across Greg's chest, moving slowly down his stomach, getting small groans and whimpers from Greg.
"You've been a naughty boy Greg, and you need to be punished" he said, thickening his Texas drawl and unbuckling Greg's jeans. "Isn't that right?" He toyed with the hem of Greg's boxers, teasing him with the tips of his fingers.
"Whatever will I do with you?" he whispered, sliding a hand down into his boxers.
"What's this?" A delighted grin came onto his face. "Oh darn. I guess the punishment will have to wait" he said, grinning evilly down at Greg. He stood up quickly, remote held triumphantly in hand, and sprawled back onto the sofa.
"Nick you bastard, get back here" called Greg from the floor, sitting up and glaring at him. "You are a real sadist, you know that?"
Nick chuckled to himself and opened a beer, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Never come between a man and his remote, G."***
- Main CSI page
- The new stories
- Gil/Greg stories
- Gil/Nick stories
- Gil/Warrick stories
- Nick/Greg stories
- Nick/Warrick stories
- Greg/Warrick stories
- Nick/Bobby stories
- Jim Brass stories
- David Hodges stories
- f/f stories
- CSI: New York stories
- CSI: Miami stories
- Other pairings & threesomes
- Gen CSI stories
- C.S.I. Crime Scene Investigation: The Complete Ninth Season