His head hurt and he wanted an aspirin. His neighbors were doing the horizontal tango again and he could not really sleep with all the banging --literally-- going on. God, he hated newly weds. Why couldn't they do what every normal person did in Vegas and get a hotel room? No, wait, they'd explained that to him right before they propositioned him; apparently getting the apartment next to his was cheaper then getting a hotel room.

Over exaggerated gasp, "Ooooh God."

"Fuck!" Manly grunt. "Harder!"

All right, now he'd had it! It was bad enough when the Canadian newly weds were only bouncing the headboard back into his wall, now they were making noises that came straight from a trashy smut novel. He liked his new neighbors, they were a couple of very nice men, but he didn't need to hear what he had said no to…it was cruel.

"Yeah, there." Mewling, "Yes!"

"That's just it." Dave muttered as he threw on some clothes.

He didn't want to have to leave for work so early but it was a matter of life or death, survival of the fittest, and he knew he wouldn't survive another few hours of the porn industries greatest sexscapades. He just couldn't understand why they were able to continue having good, pornographic sex for so long. What did they like stock up on potent Viagra or something? No one should be able to get it up so many times in only one night, it wasn't normal, and he could safely say it probably wasn't very healthy.

"Niiiick!"

He froze in the doorway, thinking of his coworker --talk about your bad, evil entity given coincidences-- and unable to move as a shock ran through his body. Great, now he was hard, he still had a headache, and his day had only just begun.

"Hodges, what are you doing here so early?"

Dave blinked at Greg for a minute before realizing that he had made it to the lab. "My neighbors are porn stars."

"Well that explains everything."

He looked up tiredly at Greg, "They kept me up all night and-"

"Oh hi, Nick…" Greg winced then chuckled nervously.

Dave tensed as he turned to see an expressionless Nick Stokes in the doorway.

"Hi Greg, ready for shift to begin?"

"Yeah. I, uh, I have to go now and…yeah."

Dave watched as Greg --chicken shit-- left the tension filled room in a hurry. He sighed and turned to see Nick staring at him searchingly. It was as if the man expected some kind of explanation. He didn't have an explanation; he couldn't think when his head hurt, and he could probably use his penis to hammer in nails.

"I have a headache and the hard on from hell is back again." He blurted out hurriedly.

Nick blinked. Once, twice, and sputtered endearingly before getting control back. "Headache, right… I have some aspirin."

Dave took the pills that Nick had fished out of his wallet --valiantly ignoring the condom-- and popped a few into his mouth muttering, "Thanks."

"Now, about this hard on from hell…"

Dave choked when he saw the feral look on Nick's face and swallowed dryly, "Wha?" but no, he did not just squeak.

tbc...