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Chapter 12:

"Absolutely not." Nick said in a vehement tone.

He shook his head for further emphasis. He wasn't about to give in. Even if Greg was pouting at him. Nick could be strong. Nicholas Daniel Stokes did not cave under pressure.

"But Nicky." Greg whined.

He could whine with the best of them. Nick thought he was the best at it. And if there first two days had taught Nick anything it was that Greg like to get what he wanted and he could easily manipulate it out of Nick.

A few well placed touches, some words spoken in that gravely sexy voice, and a kiss or two and Nick would gladly and, even more scary, willingly do anything Greg asked.

"Come on... it's our last day of vacation. We have to start work again tonight. And we've spent all our time in this house." Greg said. Nick rolled his eyes.

"You're not happy that we spent most of our time here?"

"Of course not. I mean it's been great. I mean really really great, but is it such a big deal that I want to actually go out and have some fun."

"Greg I refuse to go to some club with you. The club scene... it just isn't me."

"Okay so we don't have to go to a club. We can just go out somewhere. How about a movie... or maybe to the park or something." Greg said.

Nick took in their appearances. Greg's hair had taken a permanent bed head look. He was wearing one of Nick's sweaters and a pair of Nick's sweats. For some reason, even though Greg had gone to his own apartment to get clothes, Greg liked dressing in Nick's clothes.

Nick was currently in a white T-shirt and boxers. They had just woken up a few hours ago when Greg got the idea that they should spend their last day of vacation outside in the real world.

"Don't you think I'm tired? Aren't you tired?" Nick asked.

"Hmmm... yeah I guess I'm a little tired, but we can't hold up in here like two little hermit crabs. We gotta go out on our fourth date you know." Greg said with a grin on his face.

Nick laughed at that and watched as Greg walked over to where Nick was sprawled out on the couch. He crawled into Nick's lap, placed a small kiss on his nose and curled into Nick.

"I didn't even realize that we hadn't gone out on our fourth date yet. Just seems like we've been doing this..."

"Forever, yeah I know what you mean. It's great that we're so comfortable with each other, but we don't want to be one of those couples that never goes out and never has any fun."

"You call lots of sex no fun?"

"You know what I mean. The sex is great. Hell we've done it like... everywhere in your humble little abode. And I do mean everywhere. In your bedroom, in your spare bedroom, your shower, your kitchen, this here couch, on the floor. You name it we've probably christened it."

Nick grinned again. They'd gone a little wild during their time off. Sure most of their time was spent in Nick's bed fucking each other's brains out, but there was something to be said for variety. Nick found he just couldn't keep his hands off of Greg no matter where they were.

"I guess you're right. I just... I like it when it's just the two of us."

"It can be just the two of us anywhere." Greg said.

"Do you even have anymore clothes? I mean I know you went to your apartment... once, but do you have anymore clothes?" Nick asked.

Greg's eyebrows furrowed as he thought of the answer to that question.

"No... no I don't have any more clean clothes." Greg said a confused look on his face.

"So how are we going to go out if you don't even have any clean clothes." Nick asked.

"That doesn't seem right. I know I packed enough to stay here. And it's not like we wore clothes that much. How could I not have any clean clothes?" Greg asked.

"I don't know. That's your mystery. That still doesn't solve our problem though."

"I could always wear some of your clothes."

"Most of what I have to wear is way too big on you and the stuff that isn't I need to keep clean because I can't even remember the last time I did laundry." Nick said.

"Well, we'll just have to stop by my place and pick some clothes up. I'll just wear your stuff while we go there."

Nick realized Greg clearly wasn't going to give up on this issue. They would have to go to Greg's sooner or later to get him some clothes. Seemed like the might as well go right now and get it over with. And Nick could make Greg happy by actually going out with him somewhere.

"Fine. Just let me get dressed." Greg merely smiled at him.

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Nick wasn't exactly sure how Greg had talked him into taking Greg's car. It wasn't that Nick didn't like Greg's car. It was a nice car. It was completely different to the cars the other CSIs had. They all had big hulking SUVs, but Greg stuck with his good old VW Jetta.

Nick had a big car too. He just liked the feel of a big car. He was currently leaning against the passenger door waiting for Greg to come down from his apartment. He hadn't been gone long, but Nick didn't really like how claustrophobic Greg's car made him feel.

Maybe it was because it had been such a long time since he'd been out of his house, but Nick was enjoying taking in the sun's rays and the fresh air. He was actually kind of glad that Greg talked him into coming outside of the house. It was quite a nice day outside.

"I see you're enjoying the sunshine." Nick opened his eyes.

He didn't even realize they were closed. Greg was standing in front on him in a comfortable pair of jeans and a plain black T-shirt. He gone to the trouble of trying to make his hair look like it usually did.

Nick hadn't seen him like this in three days and he had to admit that Greg, though he looked great in Nick's clothes, looked even better in his own. Course nothing trumped a naked Greg, but Nick wasn't going to let his thoughts go there. Those thought's could lead to badness.

"Yeah. It's a nice day out today. Really... not too hot, but not cold. Just a perfect blend of right in the middle." Nick said.

"Definitely nice out. Good for a day at the park." Greg said walking over to where Nick was standing.

He put his hands on Nick's hips and placed a small kiss on his lips. Nick couldn't help it that his hands pulled Greg closer, arms wrapping possessively around Greg's waist.

"I was beginning to think we'd turned into vampires." Greg said.

"Well, looks like you were wrong. Here we are out in the sun and we haven't exploded or anything."

"Yeah, you're right. So is it very wrong that I just want to go back to your place and throw you down on the bed?"

"Hmmm... it was your idea to go out. If I had had it my way, we'd still be at my place."

"Yeah, okay I made a very bad decision. I admit the error of my ways." Greg said, mouth latching on to Nick's neck.

This was a very bad idea. This was like changing room bad idea. They were going to get caught. It was just the way of the universe. It liked to screw with Nick. They were so going to get caught by the wrong people and they were going to get in trouble.

Of course Nick didn't try telling Greg any of this because Greg was currently busy sucking on his neck, hands moving up and down Nick's body through the material of Nick's shirt. And Nick hands were cupping Greg's ass pulling Greg as close as possible.

Nick didn't even notice when he pulled Greg's mouth away from his neck and to his own mouth. Hot wet mouths colliding together, tongues clashing against each other. Nick certainly didn't notice when he flipped their positions, pinning Greg against the car, but Greg didn't seem to mind so Nick took that as his cue to continued kissing Greg like his life depended on it.

Soon hips were grinding against hips. Hardness grinding against hardness and Nick would have screamed out if it weren't for the fact that his mouth was occupied with Greg's tongue. As it was he was moaning into their kiss and so was Greg.

Greg pulled away and Nick tried to catch him lips again, but Greg didn't let him.

"Nicky..."

Nick followed Greg's eyes. They were looking at Greg's backseat. Nick's eyes widened when he put two and two together.

"We are not having sex in your car. Can't we just go up to your..."

"It's too far. I need you right now. Please Nicky, I'll beg for it. I know you like it when I beg for it." Greg whispered pushing his hips against Nick.

Greg was evil. Nick had just taken the survey and the results were in and they said that Greg was the evilest person Nick would ever met in his life. He wasn't going to stop until Nick was willing to do it on stage in front of hundreds of people. He wasn't going to stop until Nick was totally one hundred percent debauched.

And the way things were going, Nick wasn't having the slightest problem with it.

"Get in the fucking car, Greg." He said in a low raspy voice.

Greg's eyes went wide, but he obeyed quickly opening the rear passenger door and scrambled inside. Nick took a deep breath and followed. He closed the door behind him when he was inside. He looked over at Greg who was already lying down in on the backseat and saw the lust burning bright in his eyes.

He really didn't stand any chance against a horny Greg, but that was okay. Because a horny Greg usually lead to a horny Nick and that led to Nick lowering his resistance a bit... or well a lot.

"I can't believe I'm about to fuck you in the backseat of your car." Nick whispered into Greg's ear.

"I can't believe you aren't already fucking me in the backseat of my car." Greg whispered back.

Nick let out a growl. His hands immediately went to Greg's pants. He hurriedly pulled them off, getting slightly frustrated when they got caught on Greg's shoes.

Luckily Greg had forgone the big complicated to get off if you were so horny and hard that you felt like exploding right then and there boots and decided to go with some easier slip off vans. Nick threw them in the direction of the front seat along with Greg's jeans.

Greg had also thought it imperative to forget the underwear as well and Nick's brain decided that just the sight of Greg, lying on his backseat, harder than Nick had ever seen him before, was enough to cause a melt down.

"Fuck... you got any..."

"Place where the CDs are in that middle thingie." Greg said his eyes clouded over with lust.

Nick opened the 'middle thingie' as Greg had put it and looked for the lube. Under various Marilyn Manson CDs Nick found the tube he was looking for. He quickly opened it and coated some lube onto his fingers.

"Just lube up your cock and fuck me already, Nicky." Greg growled.

"So fucking impatient. You want it so bad, I'll give it you." Nick said.

His hands went to his cock, spreading some lube on it. Nick had to put some pressure on the base to keep from coming. Greg wrapped his legs around his waist and he could hear Greg saying something, but couldn't exactly make it out.

So he did the only thing he knew Greg wanted for sure. Lined himself up with Greg's entrance and pushed in, one long hard stroke pounding into Greg as hard as he could and he heard Greg's scream.

"That's what you wanted, right baby. Wanted me to hurry up and fuck you. Well guess what... I'm fucking you now." Nick said pulling out a little before pounding right back into Greg.

"Please, Nicky, baby, come on move..."

"I am moving Greg. That's me moving inside of you... fucking you."

"Augh... harder... please... fuck I need you so much."

"Oh fuck... Greg... so fucking good and hot and tight... nothing better in this world..."

"Nicky... fuck... want you so much... only you, only you... need you so much, always need you."

Nick could feel Greg's breath, so close to his neck and ear. Could hear Greg's voice repeating words over and over again. Greg's hands were on his back, scratching new marks down his spine. Nick thought he'd be lucky to go into work tonight without any hickeys. Greg was meeting his thrusts, pushing his hips back whenever Nick pushed forward.

"That right... is only for me too?" Nick asked his hand reaching down to Greg's hard cock giving it a little stroke to emphasis his words.

Greg let out a little yelp.

"FUCK... Nicky... oh shit..."

"I'll... take that... as a... yes." Nick said angling his hips a little as he continued to thrust into Greg.

"Oh shit... right there Nicky... please fuck me right there... oh shit I'm gonna... fuck."

"Come on... cum for me Greg..."

It only took a few more well placed thrust and Greg came into his hand Nick's name falling from Greg's lips. Nick wasn't too far behind. He could feel his orgasm building. Could hear Greg whispering words of encouragement into his ear. It wasn't long before he felt himself explode too, a litany of fucks and Greg coming from his mouth as he did so.

Greg had had a little while to come down when Nick collapsed on top of him. The only sound inside the car was their harsh breathing as they tried to calm down before doing whatever it was they were going to do after the spectacular fucking session in the back of Greg's car. Nick was never going to be able to look at Greg's car the same way.

"Is it me or do you keep pushing the envelope, Mr. Stokes." Greg said in a teasing tone.

Nick rolled his eyes.

"If I do it's your fault. You're the reason were back here."

"Oh yes I'm very evil. Like you didn't want it just as much as I did."

"That's not the point. The point is that..."

Nick was cut off by a knocking on the rear driver door window. Nick looked up and froze. Seeing the look on his face Greg looked up as well.

"Oh fuck."

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"You mind telling me what exactly you to were doing in that car earlier?" the cop asked.

Nick could feel the heat in his face rising. He took a nervous swallow and looked over at Greg who was trying to look indifferent, but seemed to have a nervousness about him that Nick had never seen before.

"Thought that was kind of obvious." Greg mumbled.

The cop must have heard because he glared at Greg. Nick's eyes went wide. If he could smack Greg he would. He would smack him so hard Greg wouldn't wake up. Then he'd feel really bad about it.

"You know it's against the law to have sex in a car in a public place." The cop said his eyes taking on a certain glint.

"It's my car. That's not really public now is it." Greg said in a smart assed tone.

"Greg... please... look officer we're really..."

"No, Nicky, it wasn't like we were going at it in front of kids or anything."

"You were in a residential neighborhood."

"Yeah, but..."

"Greg, just let it go. We'll take the fine and..."

Nick was caught off by the sound of the interrogation room door opening. Nick looked up and saw who it was. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"Hello guys." Grissom said in an all too cheery voice.

He was smirking and Nick could feel himself blush even more. Brass was standing right behind him, smirk on his face and it sounded like he was giggling, but Nick knew Brass and there was no way Brass could be giggling.

"Detective Brass... Mr. Grissom." The cop said standing up as if to be formal.

"Office Johnston. So what exactly are the guys in here for?" Brass asked.

Nick let his head droop and used his hand to cover his face. This couldn't be happening. He was going to kill Greg for this. He could make it so they couldn't find any DNA evidence to identify the body as Greg. It would just be so easy.

"Indecent exposure." Officer Johnston said as though he regurgitating something from a textbook.

Brass and Grissom looked over at Nick and Greg and smirked almost simultaneously. Nick was really wishing that hole would open up any time in the near future.

"It's not our fault. What's a cop doing going up and down a residential neighborhood anyway." Greg asked.

"I was just doing my job. There have been a number of break-ins reported in that neighborhood." Officer Johnston said.

Nick looked over at Greg who just rolled his eyes. Greg never mentioned anything about there being a crime rate in his neighborhood. Of course the whole thing could be so new that Greg didn't know about it considering he'd spent the better part of five days at Nick's place.

"Oh, now isn't that exciting. But what I don't get is why you're holding them. They aren't under arrest are they?" Brass asked.

This seemed to make Greg go into shock and for good reason. If you got arrested as a CSI it was an immediate dismissal. Greg liked his job, he loved it. He wasn't willing to risk his job for something as stupid as sex in a car.

"I was just gonna fine them, when that one started pulling lip." The officer said pointing to Greg. "He said he works at the crime lab, but he didn't have an id."

"I can assure you, officer, that both of them work in the crime lab. I'm sorry for Greg's... bad mouthing, but I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it." Grissom said.

"You know I could arrest the both of them. He'd lose his job." The officer said.

Greg went even paler and Nick scowled at the guy. He may have wanted to smack Greg, but that didn't mean he wanted some cop to ruin his life just because Greg didn't know when to shut up.

"Now, now, Officer Johnston. Would that really be necessary? I'm sure CSI Sanders here is very sorry for whatever lip he gave you. Come on. Kids get pulled over for this kind of thing all the time. We don't ever arrest them. We give them a warning." Brass said.

"Yeah, but those are kids. These two should know better if they work in the crime lab." Officer Johnston said.

"Can't we just settle this like adults." Brass said.

Officer Johnston looked wearily over at Nick and Greg. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

"I supposed I could let them off with a warning and a fine, but I won't do this the next time. Maybe you should work on your attitude if you want to stay employed." Officer Johnston said looking directly at Greg.

Greg nodded and Officer Johnston gave him a 'Yeah right' look before leaving the interrogation room. Now to face Brass and Grissom.

"You know, I'm all for young love, but do you think you guys could dial it down a bit. It looks like neither of you got any sleep during your little vacation." Brass said.

Nick groaned.

"Please, I'd rather you take me out back and shoot me than ever mention this again." Nick said though it was muffled because of his hands.

"Oh I don't know if it will never be heard again. The PD's a small place, Nicky my boy. News travels pretty fast." Brass said.

"Isn't there a way you could... I don't know... make it not travel at all?" Greg asked.

Brass was giggling again and this time Nick could see it clear as day. Yup Brass was definitely giggling. For some reason Greg didn't seem disturbed by this.

"I don't hold that much clout with everyone here." Brass said.

"But you could. I mean it would be easy to just make this whole thing go away." Nick said.

"Honestly I think this whole thing is a little too funny to make it just disappear like it was never there." Brass said.

"Grissom... could you please talk some sense into him. Imagine how bad this is gonna look for the crime lab." Greg said.

"You're thinking about the crime lab now, but you sure as heck weren't thinking about the crime lab when you and Nick had sex in Nick's car in front of Nick's house." Grissom said.

It was very clear that he was irritated with the whole thing or at least it was to Nick. If this got out, things could get ugly. Just because they hadn't been arrested didn't mean that still couldn't lose his job. His behavior was fairly unprofessional and even though they hadn't been a work at the time it didn't mean that the higher ups couldn't find someway to make him pay for it.

"But you weren't exactly thinking of the crime lab either now were you?" Nick whispered.

"What?" Brass said.

Grissom seemed to have heard him and raised an eyebrow.

"I thought we agreed you were going to forget about that."

"I could easily just as well remember it. I mean it's not like you can't pull some strings, Grissom. You've done it before. And Greg's never gotten in trouble before." Nick said.

That sick feeling was forming in the pit of his stomach again. He couldn't believe that he was blackmailing his boss yet again. It was almost like he was making a habit out of it.

"You know, Nick, I've always liked you." Grissom said with a grin. "Not one who's afraid to commit career suicide for a good cause. Jim... make sure this goes away. Greg, Nick... I hope to see you two in the lab tonight." He said as he walked out of the interrogation room.

"Well... that was different." Brass said.

Nick let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. It had worked. He never in a million years thought it was going to work, but it had worked.

"Yeah... um... well... I guess we should be going. We should probably get some sleep before coming in tonight." Nick said grabbing Greg's hand.

He pulled him out of the interrogation room, not one look to a totally confused Brass, and out of the police department. Nick looked around for a few seconds before realizing they didn't have a car to get back to his place. He sighed.

"Did you just blackmail Grissom?" Greg asked after a few moments of silence spent in front of the Las Vegas Police Department.

"Yes, yes I did." Nick answered.

"And did he just... say he liked you because of it?"

"Yes... I think he did."

"Okay I was just checking."

Nick nodded as he took out his cell phone. He'd have to call a cab to take him and Greg home.

"Okay... that was... am I the only one here who's..."

Nick rolled his eyes and grabbed Greg by the waist. He looked into Greg's eyes before kissing him, tongue and lips clashing together and Greg basically surrendered into the kiss. When Nick pulled away Greg's eyes were closed, his mouth slack open.

"Next time... listen to me when I saw let's stay home."

Chapter 13

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