CSI
Nick/Greg
"You
know, I could've been a rock star."
Rating:
PG
Greg played the air drums against the lab table, thrashing his head about in a wild and utterly random manner. He was completely oblivious to the highly amused CSI hanging over his left shoulder. That is of course until Nick breathed a "Boo" into his ear.
"Grah!" Greg cried, jumping up and bumping his head against Nick's chin.
"Ow…" Nick massaged his chin. "Hey Greg, how ya doing?"
"Heh heh… fine?"
"Your drums need a bit of work, hun."
"And your air guitar last night was just so astounding," Greg rolled his eyes.
Nick frowned good-naturedly. "You know, I could've been a rock star."
Greg looked at him pointedly.
"Alright a country star," Nick muttered under his breath. "Did you analyze my semen sample yet?"
"And if only it had been your semen."
"I can arrange that for later," The older man replied with a smirk. "But really, results? Crime-solving? Any of this ring a bell to you?"
The younger man sighed and went about reading out the results to his boyfriend.
"What are we doing tonight?" Nick asked on his way out.
"Karaoke."