1Title: Distraction
Fandom: CSI
Characters: Nick Stokes, Greg Sanders
Prompt: Prompt # 88 Bite
Word Count: 621
Rating: T
Summary: Greg tries to distract Nick who is trying to cook
Author's Notes:
Greg walked towards the kitchen and leaned against the door ledge with his arms crossed on his chest. A small grin spread across his face as he watched his shirtless boyfriend make dinner. Theyounger man smiled as he remembered when they had first moved in together.
As soon as they had gotten in from work, they had collapsed on the couch. They had both just finished a double shift and the case had taken longer to finish than either of them had expected.
"Hey, Greggo," Nick had said, looking at the younger man. "How about you stay here and I go and make dinner?"
"You can cook?" Greg had asked, eyeing the older man. The only response he got was a grin as Nick headed off towards the kitchen.
The dinner that night had been amazing. Greg had insisted that Nick make dinner almost every night. Not that Nick minded, of course, since he loved cooking. Greg had also found out during the six months they had been living together that Nick could be easily distracted from cooking if you knew the right tricks. And Greg certainly knew how. He smirked as he continued to watch his lover.
He had, on several occasions, been so successful in distracting Nick from his cooking that they'd had to order pizza and drink beer because the dinner had burned. It had all been worth it, though. Neither of them had complained.
Greg silently made his way towards his lover, intent on distracting him tonight. It was always a fun game, seeing how long it would take before Nick finally gave up cooking and gave in to him. Greg loved games, especially when he won. This was a game he always won.
He wrapped his arms around Nick's waist and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.
"Hey," Greg said, pressing another kiss against the soft skin in front of him.
"Hey yourself," Nick said, trying to suppress a grin. He knew what Greg was doing. It was a game for both of them, and one that Nick didn't mind losing. He did like to see how long he could resist his boyfriend, which usually wasn't long. Greg knew it and took full advantage of it. "Dinner's in ten," the older of the two said, continuing to stir the sauce as Greg started to press more insistent kisses along the top of his back. The only reply he got was a mumble and light butterfly kisses.
Nick continued to cook dinner as Greg increased his ministrations. As he was reaching to turn off a burner, he had to bite back a moan as Greg started to nibble and suck on the side of his neck.
"If you continue this," Nick said, letting a low moan escape before he continued, "dinner will be burnt."
"That's the idea," came the muffled response as he felt a hand wander up his chest, stroking and caressing him.
Greg grinned as he felt Nick shudder as he licked and suckled on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Nick was losing control, and fast. Soon he would get what he wanted. He let a small smirk grace his lips before he gently bite down on Nick's neck.
Nick let a strangled moan escape as the wooden spoon he had been using dropped from his hand. He shuddered as he felt a tongue gently soothing the bite. He reached out one last time to turn everything off on the stove before quickly turning around and bringing his lips crashing down on an unsuspecting Greg.
When the need for air forced them apart, Nick paused for a moment before he gently started pushing Greg towards the bedroom.