Chapter 4: Locker Room Lust

Nick slowly walked towards the locker room ready to go home. He walked apprehensively through the halls as he didn't want to run into Grissom about the terrible report he just filed. Nick believed that the first suspect they came across was in fact their murder suspect and he was persistent to prove it, but it turned out wrong.

He had been avoiding Grissom and Sara all afternoon so he wouldn't have to put up with their comments.

Nick sighed heavily as he walked into the locker room. He decided to change his shirt as he had been dumpster diving for bodies all night, and the stench was locked into his clothing. Lifting his shirt up over his head, he tossed it to the bottom of his locker with the rest of the dirty stuff so he could pull on a fresh one from the coat hanger.

Greg suddenly walked in from the showers with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked over at Nick seeing his bare rippling chest as he lifted a clean shirt over his head. He blushed slightly as he caught sight of Greg staring at him. "Hey Greggo, off home?" He asked casually, adjusting the shirt collar around his neck.

"Yeah, I thought I'd shower here first, I was digging for bodies in the desert with Sara." Greg explained as he pulled open his locker.

As Greg's back was turned, Nick looked round at Greg's dripping wet flesh. He felt the warm tingle running up his spine once again. He quickly turned his head away as soon as Greg turned to look at him.

Their eyes slowly met, they exchanged a slight smile but got back to what they were doing, trying to be discreet about their gazes.

Nick flattened his hair as he stole another look of Greg, watching him pulling a fresh pair of jeans on under the towel. Nick felt butterflies in his stomach; he felt the urge to run his hand down Greg's slippery wet back, but managed to fight it, just.

Meanwhile, Greg continued getting dressed completely oblivious to Nick's staring behind him.

Greg dropped the towel to his ankles as he fastened his belt around his tight waist. Nick almost gave out a soft moan but managed to hide it as he watched the bare skin disappearing beneath his clothing.

Greg pulled a t-shirt off one of his coat hangers, slowly pulling it down over his head when he caught Nick staring again. "Nick? Are you okay?"

Nick just stared at him, thinking a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded then pushed his locker door shut, grabbing his bag off the bench. "Nice shirt G." He smiled as he stepped past him, not noticing Greg watching his every movement.

Greg's jaw slowly dropped as he saw Nicks arse perfectly shaped in his tight jeans. A disappointed Greg dropped to the bench behind him, wishing he had the guts to run after Nick and do the one thing he's always wanted to do since they became friends.