A/N: This is a new little series I've come up with, and I haven't forgot about Forcing Seperation the next chapter is giving me some trouble, but have no fear it should be out soon, but until then enjoy this!

Some Like it Hot

It's no secret that Greg Sanders loved to cook, when he was old enough he remembered helping his Nana Olaf in her kitchen and she always said he had a gift even at such a young age. When she died he knew what he wanted to do with his life. His parents always said he was smart enough to go to Stanford or even Harford, but Greg chose the California Culinary Academy because it was his dream to honor his grandmother, even his grandfather supported the idea and left him a small but nice amount of money when he passed on leaving a not telling his grandson to pursue his dream at all costs.

When he was 25 he opened Nana's Kitchen in his hometown, it was small but well received. At 30 an investor put faith in him and he moved on to Las Vegas opening up Nana's, and it fast became one of the most popular restaurants in Vegas that was known not for it's flashiness but for its good food. At 31 he was a success and liked his life in Vegas and sometimes he could feel his grandmother's presence and he knew she was proud of him.

Five months after he opened in Vegas he was asked to cater his first event. It went so smooth that he opened up he expanded and brought on his souse chef David Hodges, who mostly did the catered events because he rarely liked to leave the restaurant. There was one event though he personally catered leaving David in charge and that was the LVPD honor's dinner and this year his best friend Sara Sidle was being honored something he felt was long overdue. So of course he had to cater it even if he did hide in the kitchen the whole time. It was nice though to hear Sara was finally being recognized for all the hard work she did, even if she did have a hot little temper sometimes.

"Now you'll be ok right?"

"Yes Greg." David said with a roll of his eyes. "It's not like this is my first time."

"I know, I know."

"Go and tell Sara congratulations."

"I will, now you're sure…"

"Get the hell outta here Sanders."

"Right good luck Hodges."

"I don't need luck." David snorted.

"Yeah, yeah bye."

"Sara I don't think we're allowed to do this." Nick Stokes whispered to his friend as they walked into the large ballroom. "No one is here but the caterer."

"Exactly." Sara grinned.

"Why are we here then?"

"Because I happened to know the chef."

"Really?"

"We go way back, this is the only event he ever comes to, and usually he sends his snarky souse chef."

"Why is that?"

"Because he doesn't like to leave the restaurant, now come on." She tugged his hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

"Hey you can't be…oh hey Sara."

"Hey Jimmy where's the chef?"

"In the freezer."

"Thanks," Nick watched as Sara maneuvered her way around saying hello to the various people as she made her way back to the freezer.

"Paging chef Sanders."

"Sara!" he exclaimed throwing his arms around her. "Congrats on the award."

"It's not big deal, I'm just glad we get good food."

"Good food is a must for boring events."

"Tis true." Sara grinned. "Come on I want you to meet someone."

"Sara if this is one of your schemes to set me up I don't want it."

"Nick is my friend Greg not some set up."

"Sure." Greg rolled his eyes. "Don't you know I'm happy."

"Happy with just your knives and pans?"

"Come on Sara…"

"Just get over here." She dragged him across the kitchen while his staff looked on giggling at the girl who could always overpower their boss.

"Nick Stokes this is my very best friend Greg Sanders." Greg was never a hokey believer in love at first sight or anything cheesy like that but Nick he was something else all together.

"Hi." Nick smiled.

"Hey." And Greg suddenly felt like a fifteen year old girl who wanted to go squeal to all he friends how cute the boy she just met was. "Well.. I uh I've gotta go get the appetizer ready. Congrats again Sara." Greg said as he kissed her cheek. "Later." Sara watched him saunter off and smirked at Nick.

"You trying to set me up Sara?"

"Could be, you like?" Nick watched as Greg moved masterfully around the kitchen and smiled.

"Yeah I do."

Afterwards as Greg was outside smoking a cigarette he saw Nick walking towards him and he felt that insufferable fifteen year old girl self creep up on him again.

"Sara send you?"

"Nah she's too busy sucking up to our supervisor."

"Sounds like Sara."

"Yeah, that was some seriously good food."

"I try." Greg grinned. "You should stop by the restaurant sometime; I'll cook you up something special."

"I'd like that, where at?"

"Nana's right off the strip."

"You're the chef at Nana's? Man I love that place."

"Well if you stop by I'll cook you something not on the menu."

"I like the sound of that." Nick grinned.

"See you then."

It was nearing closing time a week later and Greg had begun to lose hope that he would ever see Nick again and for some reason it left him feeling empty.

"Hey Greg." Mia his floor manager stuck her head in the kitchen. "Some guy named Nick is here to see you." Almost dropping his knife he turned to Mia.

"Seat him in the back and I'll tell him I'll be out."

Now he was wondering if inviting Nick had been a good idea. Nick looked good and he looked like a big walking food fight and smelt like one too.

"Aren't you going out?"

"Yes David."

"Stop being a chicken shit Greg."

"Fine, fine." He took his chef's hat off and ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

"Before next year Sanders."

"Right." He was a famous chef, had a five star restaurant and he was afraid to go and talk to a gorgeous man, boy was he pathetic. He took a deep a breath and pushed the kitchen door open, here goes everything.

"Hey Nick, I was beginning to think you forgot."

"Never, Vegas decided to go a crime spree."

"Never ends huh?"

"Nope." Nick shook his head. "So where's this special meal?"

"Right this way." Greg ushered him into the kitchen, which was suspiciously vacant. He figured David was behind it. "So what are you in the mood for?"

"I'm sure you can figure something out?" Nick said with a gleam in his eyes.

"I think I can." Greg grinned.

Twenty five minutes later Greg sat a plate of food down in front of Nick.

"So what am I about to enjoy?"

"My famous pecan chicken with my nana's secret sauce, I only put it on the menu the week of her birthday."

"Damn this is delicious; it should be on it all the time."

"Well maybe if you're here I'll make it." Greg said with a big grin. "Any ideas for dessert?"

"Just one." Nick said as he stood up walking towards Greg. "I just have to wonder if it's on the menu."

"Mmmm could be, depends on what you want." Nick was so close now Greg could feel his breath hot on his cheek.

"I think you know what I want."

"Help me out." His voice was husky and laced with desire.

"Something like this." And Nick closed the distance between them opening his mouth to let Greg have all access. All Nick knew was that it was better than any dessert Greg could have conjured up.

"Hope that was what you had in mind." Greg whispered as they pulled apart. "I think it's time for seconds."

"I agree." Nick pushed Greg against the counter claiming his mouth. Greg was becoming undone as Nick's hand slipped under his uniform caressing the hot skin. "Ever do it in your kitchen Sanders?"

"Never, wanna christen it?"

"Oh yeah."

Several hours later found Greg being glad that he was the owner of the restaurant. He and Nick were curled up on a booth in the back of the restaurant stark naked covered with a table cloth.

"I'm not normally this forward."

"Me either." Nick admitted. "But when Sara introduced us I knew."

"You too?"

"Yeah there was just something about you, and really they say good food is the way to a man's heart."

"True." Greg laughed. "So I'm hoping you want to see where this goes."

"You bet I do." Nick said with a lazy smile. "You up for round two?"

"Oh yeah." Greg said as he leaned in for another lustful kiss.

Five Months later

Nick loved that his boyfriend was a cook because he got good food anytime he wanted and really good food later led to really good sex.

"In a hurry to leave Nick?" Sara smirked at her coworker as he was buzzing down the hall.

"It's our five month anniversary and Greg's cooking dessert."

"What no dinner?"

"We're skipping straight to dessert."

"Oh say no more." Sara laughed. "Have fun."

"Oh I will."

"Damn Greg." Nick panted. "That was the best dessert I've ever had."

"A little chocolate sauce goes a long way." Greg gave a wicked grin.

"It sure does." Nick gave a sated sigh. "You think you got room for seconds?"

"Oh yeah." Greg said as he reached for the bottle of chocolate sauce that sat on the bedside dresser. "Plenty more room." He tipped the bottle and let a little drizzle on Nick's stomach. "Happy five months babe."

"We should thank Sara."

"Later." Greg said as he took a long lick up Nick's stomach. "I have some chocolate to enjoy."

"That you do." They shared a long kiss as Nick tangled his fingers in Greg's hair. "Come on Greg there is still some chocolate left."

"Pushy aren't we?"

"Very." And Greg could only smile as Nick grabbed the bottle from him pouring just a bit on Greg's lower torso. "I figured I could share."

"Amen." Nothing was said after that as they lost themselves in each other, the chocolate sauce bottle forgotten as it toppled to the floor.