Vine Love
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, no matter how much I wish I could own just a little bit of Eric Szmanda.
After a long grueling double shift, Nick just wanted to go home and cuddle up with his personal lab rat Greg. When he entered their shared apartment all thoughts of cuddling Greg disappeared upon seeing the sheer volume of grapes currently residing in their kitchen.
"GREG!!" Nick exclaimed, as he began searching for the lab rat.
"You rang darling?" Greg said stepping out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
"Why are there what appears to be a ton of grapes in our kitchen?" Nick asked, while hungrily taking in the view provided to him by Greg.
"Well I was thinking that we could make some wine, or eat them. They were calling to me Nicky, I couldn't say no to their little red and green faces. That would be mean." Greg said while walking towards the bedroom.
"Wh-wh-where did all those grapes come from?" Nick said, looking a little annoyed.
"Nick, I think it's pretty obvious." Greg said, losing the towel and slipping on a pair of boxers.
Pausing to take in the sight of his boyfriend getting dressed, Nick almost forgot to respond. "Just humour me, would ya?"
"Fine," Greg said with a smirk on his face, "when a mommy vine and a dad vine love each other a lot, keeping in mind they must first be joined in holy vineyard marriage, they talk to their friend the farmer. With his help…"
"Stop, just stop right there." Nick said, cutting off Greg before he really began with his tale of vine love.
"Why, Nicky?" Greg asked as he finished dressing.
"Because I don't want to think about vine sex." Nick said.
"Well do you want to think about people sex? Or would you rather experience it." Greg said, while moving closer and closer to Nick.
Closing the gap between their bodies Nick captured Greg's lips in a passionate kiss. "I think that would be absolutely perfect. But it can wait until you've dealt with all those grapes in the kitchen. Until then I'm heading to bed, 'cause I'm knackered." Nick said as he pulled away from Greg, and began undressing for bed.
"Fine," Greg said storming out of the room. "But see if I give you any of my wine, or my body for at least twelve hours."
FINIS
This came to me when I was explaining to my roommate why their were suddenly grapes and bananas in the kitchen that weren't there when she left for class this morning. While I was telling her the story all I could think of was Greg telling that to Nick, and so Vine Love was written.