So… Kiss Me
So… Kiss Me
DESCRIPTION: Nick is all mixed up about his feelings; he can't deal with possibly having feelings for another guy. Greg is tired of the cute glances and the half flirting. He
wants more. Rated T for Teen.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of CSI, or any part of the franchise, but you can bet on me being there if the bidding starts.
WARNING: Contains gay themes, may not be appropriate for all readers.
A.N.: This is my first CSI fic! I hope you like it. I was planning on just making this a one shot, but if you want me to make it a series, review and tell me!
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Over the years Greg had been coming to grips with the facts.
He was never getting a raise.
When the cute Asian Lab Tech from days laughed at his jokes it was fake.
Sara had absolutely no interest in him.
He didn't mind as much as he thought he would.
He was in love with someone else.
That someone else was a man. An extremely attractive man… a manly man…
That man was Nick.
Oh, and Catherine was never going to dance for him no matter how many times he asked.
Don't misunderstand; it took a while for him to own up to these realities, he used some of his best material on that Asian chick! He eventually did though. Nick and him had something… special. He could never imagine that old fashioned, good Christian Texan being gay, but then he realized he wasn't the only one stealing glances out of the corner of his eyes. At first he thought he was imagining it, but the he most definitely saw Nick checking out his ass!
From then on Greg was like a love struck school girl. He dropped hints about things he liked to see how Nick would respond, he studied Nick trying to learn every thing he could about the enticing male, he found it awkward to make small talk when they were alone together and not on a case. He even had a couple pictures of Nick tact on his fridge at home. Thank God he wasn't at the point where he blushed when Nick opened the door for him or swoon when he did something manly.
Eventually Greg got up the nerve to test whether or not his feelings were mutual or if he was way off. For all he knew he could have sat in ketchup the day Nick was allegedly looking at his ass. He subtly (which was really hard for Greg) flirted with Nick.
They had been working on the same case and Nick was staring intently at some pictures laid out on the luminescent table. Nick must not have heard Greg enter the room because he didn't move. Greg walked up to him and simultaneously placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close looking at the files.
"Watcha lookin' at?"
Nick seemed startled and even more so when he saw that it was Greg. He quickly fiddled with some papers.
"They're pictures of the crime scene and the victim."
Nick looked up then seeing how close his face was to Greg's looked down again. Greg didn't move from where he was perched. The victim was a 23 year old petit redhead. Just Nick's type.
"She's pretty, don't you think?"
Nick fidgeted uncomfortably and scratched his ear, that was one of his tells.
"Um, I don't, I don't really think so. I mean she's pretty, but she's not that pretty. Do you really think she's pretty?"
"I don't know. I'm gonna go check on DNA, see if our samples are in yet."
Greg left Nick studying a picture of the victim quizzically. Yes! It worked! Nick did have feelings for him! Greg couldn't help strutting down to DNA, he felt so good.
Nick and he flirted like that for a long time, no one but them would know it was flirting, and if it turned out that Nick really didn't have feelings for Greg, then he could brush off the flirting as being buds. The more they flirted though, the more convinced Greg was that Nick's feelings were real and, well… flirting only gets you so far. Greg wanted more. There was only one problem: Nick wasn't ready. Greg could tell. For guy like Nick it would obviously take more time to come to term with the fact that he liked Greg, than it would for Greg. Greg still wasn't sure he was okay with loving another guy. By the third dirty dream about Nick and him in the CSI changing room, Greg knew he had to be in a relationship with Nick.
Nick was an amazing man, really. He was sweet and thoughtful, and he always had your back. He was stronger than most of the team put together and he was gorgeous. Nick even smelled amazing! And his accent was enough to make Greg go hard.
One day Greg decided the next time he saw Nick he was going to ask him out. Something informal like coffee or going to a bar and watching a game, Nick didn't need to know it was a date. Unfortunately, the first time he saw Nick after his bold resolution, was in the CSI locker room. With Warrick, talking about the Celtics. Getting undressed. With his shirt off. His ripped abs and mean biceps staring Greg in the face. Greg almost turned around right then and walked away. But he couldn't, he had to get changed. He was covered with blood from a horrific accident. Well, maybe he could just slip in, grab his clothes and go change in the rest room.
Greg sneaked over to his locker as stealthily as he could and unlocked his lock. Neither of his coworkers had noticed him yet, so far so good. He ever so gently opened his locker, but it had a rusty hinge and creaked loudly when he slid open the door. Greg literally cringed as Warrick called out his name.
"Hey Greg, I didn't hear you come in here. Hey, who's your favorite basketball team? Nicky here swears by the Mavericks."
Warrick rolled his eyes as he said 'Mavericks.' Nick shook his head. He was obviously a lot more comfortable with the situation than Greg was.
"I gotta love 'em. I wouldn't be self-respecting Dallas man if I didn't. Besides-" he threw his hands up as he talked, "I don't see what's so great 'bout the Celtics anyway."
Warrick groaned.
"You're killing me man, but c'mon Sanders, whose your fav?"
Greg stood awkwardly by his locker and tried really hard not to stare at Nick's bare chest.
"Umm," he scratched his head, "I don't really like basketball."
Shit! So much for watching basketball with Nick. Greg grabbed his clothes and started to leave when Warrick called out to him.
"Hey Greg, where you going, don't you have to change?"
Crap!
"Yeah, well I was going to get changed in the bathroom."
"Why? Were all guys here, or is Sara in here somewhere."
Greg was supposed to laugh, but he didn't. He didn't want to take his shirt off in front of Nick. He was pale and lean, in contrast with the other guy's toned bodies he felt insecure, especially since Nick was there.
Reluctantly Greg pulled off his black T-shirt and he could feel Nick's eyes boring into him. He just hoped he wasn't disappointed in what he saw. He pulled on a clean shirt and realized a big problem. He couldn't take off his pants. It wasn't that he was physically unable to; it was that it would be a very bad idea. Unless, of course, he wanted Warrick and Nick to know just how much Greg liked Nick's body.
Greg shoved his dirty shirt in his locker and said, "See you guys."
Greg was shoving the pants he had taken out into his locker when Nick said, "Your pants are covered in blood. You can't wear those."
Greg looked him in the eye. Nick you bastard. He wanted to see Greg with his pants off. Well he was just going to have to wait for that. Greg grabbed his now crinkled, but clean, pants and closed the locker.
"I think I'm going to take a shower."
When Greg got back to the locker room, Nick was still there but Warrick had moved on.
'Was he waiting for me?'
"Hey."
"Hey."
Now was Greg's chance.
"Nick, do you… maybe go grab some coffee with me sometime?"
Nick looked taken aback. He started scratching his ear.
"I'm, uh, not sure that's such a good idea. I'm mean, two guys getting coffee together; somebody might get the wrong idea."
Greg felt heart broken. The wrong idea? Was he wrong about Nick liking him? No, that couldn't be it.
"What would the wrong idea be, exactly?"
Nick seemed even more uncomfortable, if that was possible.
"That we were, you know, together."
Greg was getting angry. Nick was pretending he didn't feel the way Greg knew he did.
"That would actually be the right idea."
Nick just stopped, he was still.
"Greg, I'm not –"
"Then kiss me."
"What?! I'm not gay, why would I do that?"
"To prove it. If you feel nothing then fine, I'll leave you alone. If you do, we go to coffee."
"This is crazy I'm not-" Nick moved towards the door, but Greg blocked him.
"I'm not letting you leave," Greg's heart was beating so fast it hurt, he had no clue what he was doing, Nick could probably brush him aside with one hand, "not until you kiss me."
Nick was getting agitated.
"I just told you, I'm not gay!"
"Then you'll have no problem proving it right? So… kiss me."
Nick shook his head muttering things like, 'ridiculous' and 'I can't believe this.' Then he peered over Greg's shoulder to make sure no one was looking. He stepped forward and pressed his lips lightly against Greg's. It was a nothing kiss, impersonal and was closer to grazing lips than an actual kiss. That wasn't going to cut it. Greg grabbed Nick's waist and pulled him closer and crushed his lips harder on Nick's and his tongue darted out and licked Nick's bottom lip. Nick pulled back at first but then he lost control. He grabbed fistfuls of Greg's hair and pulled him closer. Nick parted his lips slightly letting his tongue slip into Greg's mouth where they battled for dominance, Nick won of course. The kiss lips on lips, tongue on tongue, teeth on teeth. Greg broke the kiss gasping for air. Nick nibbled on his jaw line and Greg laughed, and it wasn't just because it tickled. Nick was kissing. He really was, it wasn't a dream. Nick stopped.
"I still maintain that I'm not gay."
Greg looked at him quizzically and Nick smiled. He kissed Greg again briefly.
"You're just special, that's all."
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