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shanachie_quillTitle: Ride
Characters: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigations
Series:
Written For: irishjeeper, whogeek
Prompt: Ride by Chase Rice
Summary: Nick just wants a quiet night at home and although it’s not exactly what he gets, he couldn’t be happier.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Warnings: check the rating, boys
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: So irishjeeper was talking to me one day and mentioned this song, giving me the comment that it was the “most perverted song” she’d ever heard. And this came about. I’m sorry not sorry. As always my CSI stories are for whogeek.
Nick scrubbed a hand through his hair as he made his way up the walkway towards the house. It had been a long day at work and he was looking forward to a beer and some sleep.
The closer he got to the house though, the more worried he was that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. He could hear the music before he even reached the door, although it was turned down drastically just as his hand hit the knob. With a sigh, he unlocked the door and let himself in.
The music was a little clearer once he was inside and he recognized the song Greg had been humming the day before, although he still didn’t know the name of it. As he entered the living room, he realized that Greg was dancing to the music, a short plaid skirt swirling around his thighs.
Greg turned at the sound of the laughter, his eyes flashing with annoyance until he realized who was watching him. Putting a hand on his hip, he jutted it out as he pouted just a little at Nick. "Is something funny?"
"Not at all," Nick assured him from where he was leaning against the wall. A slow grin spread across his face. "Ya gonna ride me, darlin'?" he drawled.
Greg grinned in response, beginning to stalk towards Nick. The heels he was wearing put an extra little sway in his step and the short skirt bounced with every step, giving Nick tantalizing glimpses of what might or might not be underneath.
When the blonde reached Nick, he wrapped his arms around his neck, hopping up slightly until Nick had to catch him or they would have both tumbled to the ground.
The two men groaned in unison as their hard cocks came into contact. "Jesus, Greg," Nick moaned as his fingers slipped beneath the skirt and he realized the younger man wasn't wearing anything there.
"It gets better," Greg murmured in his ear. "Couch. Now." Nick hoisted him a bit higher and stumbled over to the couch, guiding the two of them into a controlled fall. Vaguely he was aware of the song Greg had been dancing to starting over.
Immediately, Greg scrambled to his knees, reaching for Nick's belt buckle and undoing it with nimble fingers. Those same fingers popped the button on the dark haired man's jeans and carefully slid the zipper down.
Nick’s hands slid underneath the skirt again, separating the younger man’s cheeks and groaning as he realized the other man was already wet and loose. “You planned this.”
Greg grinned as he straddled Nick’s legs, nudging his partner’s nose with his. “Well, maybe not this, but yes, I planned to get fucked tonight,” he whispered as he slid himself down the length of Nick’s cock. Both of them groaned as Nick was encased in heat.
Nick wound his fingers into the short hairs at the back of Greg’s neck, angling the younger man’s head so their lips met. “Move,” he ground out when they separated.
“Like this?” Greg teased, rolling his hips slightly.
The dark haired man’s brown eyes rolled back in his head and the hand that wasn’t in Greg’s hair clutched his hip tightly. “Jesus,” he ground out.
“No. Just Greg,” the blonde quipped.
“If you can make jokes…,” Nick started.
Greg leaned his head in, rolling his hips again as he nipped at Nick’s neck. “I’m not trying hard enough?” he whispered against the other CSI’s skin.
“Thought you wanted to get fucked?” Nick questioned.
“Maybe I’ll just… ride,” Greg responded. Nick dug his fingers into Greg’s hips as the other man began to move, slowly at first then speeding up as they found a rhythm.
“I love you,” Nick whispered as Greg’s thighs gripped his. “Love seeing you like this, even if it’s just here. You’re my beautiful boy.”
Greg arched up at his words, his entire body tightening as cum spurted from his untouched cock.
Nick pushed up into the heat of Greg’s body as it clamped down on him, his own cock pulsing. His arms tightened around the younger man as they both slumped; Greg against him and Nick against the couch. He could feel the slightly rougher material of the skirt against the skin that had been bared by their movements, but couldn’t really bring himself to care.
Greg smiled against Nick’s neck. “I think I need to keep this song,” he mumbled after a few minutes.
“I can’t say I object to that,” Nick replied. He thought about shifting, but decided he didn’t have the energy yet. They’d have to move soon or they’d end up glued together, but for now he was content to hold Greg and stay put.
The song Greg is dancing to is Ride by Chase Rice. According to my friend who introduced me to the song it is the most perverted country song she’s ever heard.
Characters: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigations
Series:
Written For: irishjeeper, whogeek
Prompt: Ride by Chase Rice
Summary: Nick just wants a quiet night at home and although it’s not exactly what he gets, he couldn’t be happier.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Warnings: check the rating, boys
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: So irishjeeper was talking to me one day and mentioned this song, giving me the comment that it was the “most perverted song” she’d ever heard. And this came about. I’m sorry not sorry. As always my CSI stories are for whogeek.
Nick scrubbed a hand through his hair as he made his way up the walkway towards the house. It had been a long day at work and he was looking forward to a beer and some sleep.
The closer he got to the house though, the more worried he was that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. He could hear the music before he even reached the door, although it was turned down drastically just as his hand hit the knob. With a sigh, he unlocked the door and let himself in.
The music was a little clearer once he was inside and he recognized the song Greg had been humming the day before, although he still didn’t know the name of it. As he entered the living room, he realized that Greg was dancing to the music, a short plaid skirt swirling around his thighs.
Greg turned at the sound of the laughter, his eyes flashing with annoyance until he realized who was watching him. Putting a hand on his hip, he jutted it out as he pouted just a little at Nick. "Is something funny?"
"Not at all," Nick assured him from where he was leaning against the wall. A slow grin spread across his face. "Ya gonna ride me, darlin'?" he drawled.
Greg grinned in response, beginning to stalk towards Nick. The heels he was wearing put an extra little sway in his step and the short skirt bounced with every step, giving Nick tantalizing glimpses of what might or might not be underneath.
When the blonde reached Nick, he wrapped his arms around his neck, hopping up slightly until Nick had to catch him or they would have both tumbled to the ground.
The two men groaned in unison as their hard cocks came into contact. "Jesus, Greg," Nick moaned as his fingers slipped beneath the skirt and he realized the younger man wasn't wearing anything there.
"It gets better," Greg murmured in his ear. "Couch. Now." Nick hoisted him a bit higher and stumbled over to the couch, guiding the two of them into a controlled fall. Vaguely he was aware of the song Greg had been dancing to starting over.
Immediately, Greg scrambled to his knees, reaching for Nick's belt buckle and undoing it with nimble fingers. Those same fingers popped the button on the dark haired man's jeans and carefully slid the zipper down.
Nick’s hands slid underneath the skirt again, separating the younger man’s cheeks and groaning as he realized the other man was already wet and loose. “You planned this.”
Greg grinned as he straddled Nick’s legs, nudging his partner’s nose with his. “Well, maybe not this, but yes, I planned to get fucked tonight,” he whispered as he slid himself down the length of Nick’s cock. Both of them groaned as Nick was encased in heat.
Nick wound his fingers into the short hairs at the back of Greg’s neck, angling the younger man’s head so their lips met. “Move,” he ground out when they separated.
“Like this?” Greg teased, rolling his hips slightly.
The dark haired man’s brown eyes rolled back in his head and the hand that wasn’t in Greg’s hair clutched his hip tightly. “Jesus,” he ground out.
“No. Just Greg,” the blonde quipped.
“If you can make jokes…,” Nick started.
Greg leaned his head in, rolling his hips again as he nipped at Nick’s neck. “I’m not trying hard enough?” he whispered against the other CSI’s skin.
“Thought you wanted to get fucked?” Nick questioned.
“Maybe I’ll just… ride,” Greg responded. Nick dug his fingers into Greg’s hips as the other man began to move, slowly at first then speeding up as they found a rhythm.
“I love you,” Nick whispered as Greg’s thighs gripped his. “Love seeing you like this, even if it’s just here. You’re my beautiful boy.”
Greg arched up at his words, his entire body tightening as cum spurted from his untouched cock.
Nick pushed up into the heat of Greg’s body as it clamped down on him, his own cock pulsing. His arms tightened around the younger man as they both slumped; Greg against him and Nick against the couch. He could feel the slightly rougher material of the skirt against the skin that had been bared by their movements, but couldn’t really bring himself to care.
Greg smiled against Nick’s neck. “I think I need to keep this song,” he mumbled after a few minutes.
“I can’t say I object to that,” Nick replied. He thought about shifting, but decided he didn’t have the energy yet. They’d have to move soon or they’d end up glued together, but for now he was content to hold Greg and stay put.
The song Greg is dancing to is Ride by Chase Rice. According to my friend who introduced me to the song it is the most perverted country song she’s ever heard.
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