Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the lucky bitch that owns C.S.I. Sorry if I got your hopes up.
New Years Fireworks
The dance floor was packed. Warrick was the current center of attention. He was in the middle of the school gym surrounded by a ring of colleagues all looking slightly hypnotized by a combination of Warrick's enchanting break dance skills and the beers each were thoroughly enjoying. Doing the "walk like an Egyptian" dance around his superior's fan club was Greg who had already enjoyed 3 beers. Catherine stood next to the refreshments table holding her fiancé's drink in one hand and a video cam in the other. Warrick was finally finished his night's contribution to the entertainment and came to relieve Catherine of his drink. Nick had propped himself up against the back wall in an attempt to appear as if he still had some control over his limbs, but there was little hope of disguising the fact that he was just finishing the last drags of his 5th beer. The only people missing from this enjoyable office New Year bash were Sara and Grissom. Not that they hadn't showed up, it was that they left after a shared beer and a sirius snog fest in the corner Nick was now doing an Irish jig in. Catherine vaguely recalled them using the excuse "we need some privacy" and for once they hadn't seemed to be lying.
25 minutes latter and Grissom and Sara were no longer the couple of interest. Due to the fact that Catherine was currently performing some of her old skills with help from Warrick few noticed the truly important couple, and that was Nick and Greg. Nick had been distracted from his Irish jig some 15 minutes earlier, and the distraction was courtesy of Greg. Going from funny drunk to flirty drunk in seconds the blonde haired man had sidled over to his southern superior. Having removed his shirt during his "walk like an Egyptian" parade Greg new why Nick was starring at his chest.
Hard, dark brown nipples adorned Greg's muscular chest and his pants dipped low, affording Nick a clear view of the fact that the younger man was going commando. "So, how'd you like my dance Stokes?" purred an already horney Greg into Nick's ear. Due to their close proximity Nick could feel something rub his thigh teasingly, and had a good idea what it was. Looking down his suspicions were confirmed, Greg's erect cock was rubbing slowly along his superior's muscular leg and was, Nick was alarmed and aroused to see, the only thing holding up the spiky haired, ex- lab rat's belt-less jeans. This little bit of tease had Nick wanting more. Checking that the partygoers were still preoccupied with Catherine's little dance Nick allowed his hand to slip into Greg's pants and explore. This action won him a subdued moan from his long time friend. Again Greg was the one to speak, "Let's go enjoy some privacy, shall we?" As before Nick's response was silent, he merely nodded and followed Greg to a nearby, empty office.
TBC