-Balloons-
Inspired by blowing up helium balloons with the two dorks I call my friends for a graduation party. Dedicated to KisMeKilMeLoveMe because it was her party. Never let us do that again. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! NickGreg. CSI characters not mine.
"Lindsay! Your uncle is hilarious!" The sound of three giggling teenage girls coming from the basement of Catherine's house reached the Texans ears upon entering. He'd sent Greg over earlier to help, as he'd just gotten off of a double shift and needed some sleep. Though it seemed Greg was doing more entertaining than assisting.
"They never should have trusted me with this job." Came the high pitched squeaky voice of his lover as he descended the steps. Now, curious, Nick poked his head in, only to find Greg sitting cross-legged on the floor. He had silver ribbon in one hand, a blue latex balloon in the other and a large helium tank sitting in front of him.
He could guess what was going on. "Greg, stop inhaling the helium! You're killing what few brain cells you have left!" he scolded, snatching the balloon from his hands. However, it was untied, so it shot out of his grip, deflating as it spun wildly around the room.
Greg, apparently amused by this, ended up rolling onto his side in amusement. Several very amused teenagers were also present, dying of laughter as well.
"Lindsay, how long has he been doing this?" He batted away the balloon jungle that had formed in the room, silver and blue balloons seemed to be everywhere.
She looked over at him, unable to hide the grin on her face. "Thirty minutes or so. We popped three of them when we tried it, so a lot of it's in the air, too." She explained. "He's funny."
"He's high." Nick glared at his immature lover.
"It's her graduation party, Nicky! I have to blow up balloons." Greg stated matter-of-factly, rolling another one onto the helium pump to inflate it, his voce still sounding like a chipmunks. "Is it just me or does this whole concept seem really perverted?" he eyed the canister again, before bursting out into another fit of giggles.
Lindsay and her friends Leigh and Kylie snickered as well, being perverted enough themselves to have noticed this long before Greg had pointed it out. They stopped when Nick eyed them curiously.
The lack of clean oxygen must have been starting to effect his lover's coordination, since he'd been attempting to tie this balloon for almost a minute now and had yet to succeed. His continued laughter wasn't helping. "I… I think they replaced the helium with laughing gas."
"That thought scares me." The Texan cringed. "I'm pretty sure you'd be dead if that were the case, judging by how much you've inhaled." He grabbed the silver balloon carefully, tying it off in a matter of seconds, though most of its contents had been lost with Greg's attempts.
"It's all gimpy!" He protested, staring at the disproportionately smaller balloon he was handed, sulking as he tied a blue ribbon to it.
"Okay…" The elder man heaved his lover to his feet, dragging him up the stairs. "I'm glad you're a CSI. God knows if you worked in a balloon store you'd be fired in two seconds for sampling the merchandise."
"Nuh uh!" Greg stopped, folding his arms over his chest and sticking out his tongue.
Nick just brought a hand to his face, sighing in exasperation. "God, I've married a four year old."
"Jerk." The younger proceeded to stomp away, only after flipping his lover off.