Title: Worship
By: quettaser
Rating: PG...PG? Who am I?
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: It's just that it's the only word he can find to describe how he feels, the look in Greg's eyes stealing his breath.

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Nick never thought he'd be worshiped. Too full of faults and breaks and sharp corners, too much give and no substance and nothing fitting just quite right. It's just that it's the only word he can find to describe how he feels, the look in Greg's eyes stealing his breath. He should be worried because they're not even touching, Greg just watching him and he can't help but have his body respond.

Hands seeking out the warm skin hovering in front him, pulling close and down and he sighs as their lips finally meet. And Greg's against him, moving, and he's only been gone for two days, he shouldn't need this as much as he does. He's only been in Greg's apartment for five minutes and they're already shirtless and on the couch, making out.

Greg's taking Nick's head in one hand, tilting it back and breaking the kiss, mouth trailing down his neck, stopping to suck at his pulse point, nipping at whatever patch of skin he chooses. The other hand slides lower, flicking at a nipple and Nick can't believe he hasn't broken yet, emotions and sensations overwhelming him until he's filled to the brim.

Lets a hand work its way slowly up Greg's back until he's cupping Greg's head and pulling him away from his neck. Places a soft kiss at the corner of deliciously swollen lips and sits back, looks. Plays with Greg's hair and all the words he wants to say are sitting at the tip of his tongue, needing barely a breath to tumble out. Only he hasn't said those words for a long, long time and settles on, "Missed you," instead.

"Missed you too," Greg says, and his voice is breathy and soft and Nick still can't believe that he could ever have that effect on someone. Then Greg's mouth is back on his and he lets himself relax, sink into the couch. He contemplates moving them to the bedroom, but even that's too much effort and he'll be fine as long as Greg's against him.

Greg reaches for his zipper, but he stops him, grabs Greg's hand and twines their fingers together, kisses him deeper, taking his time to memorize every texture, every sigh and touch. Wants eternity right here, warm and safe and he wonders when home became Greg and this time he can't stop the words.

Kisses a line up Greg's jaw and he's scared as hell as he whispers those words he swore off a long time ago.

Greg's still and it's almost like Nick can feel him melt, muscles relaxing until he's just warm weight in Nick's lap. Soft, yielding lips against his whispering the words back to him, like they're playing some weird form of catch and he can't stop smiling. Smiling through kisses and touches and Greg's hands are at his jeans again.

Laughs as he pushes them away one last time and lifts Greg up, standing with him and pushing him towards the bedroom. Doesn't stop Greg from wriggling out of his pants and boxers as they walk, one long kiss interrupted with each misstep. Finally they're in the bedroom and Greg sprawls on the bed like an offering and he can't decide what he wants and when. Just decides that naked and together are good enough and he drops his pants and boxers at once, steps out of them and crawls onto Greg.

Begins a long, slow line of kisses up Greg's side, and the breathless giggles they get him make him ache. Can't believe that everything beneath him is his, and he thinks he'll be all right with being worshipped as long as he gets to worship too.

Fin.

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