The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabbles100, fandom: csi, rating: pg13, type: slash |
A Kingdom of Nighttime Pleasures . PG13
Fandom: CSI. Nick/Greg
Word Count: 313
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Author’s Notes: Written for drabbles100 on LJ. Prompts #14 Black, #25 Strangers, #40 Sight.
Summary: Nick and Greg love their club.
The bass pounded from the speakers, the vibrations felt like feather-light touches on over-sensitive skin.
Nick found a solid table and set his empty drink bottle down, he turned around, his eyes searching the crowd.
Frosted tips no longer made him stand out, as that seemed to be part of the mandatory dress code for this club.
He leaned back against a wall and watched the lights flicker over the crowd.
All the bodies moved together, “Slaves to the music,” Nick thought. Greg loved it though. He abandoned himself to the music in the crowd. No one knew them here and that is one thing they both loved.
Nick pushed away from the wall and was about to go get another drink when warm hands wrapped around his waist, slipping under the hem of his shirt to tease the skin there.
“Miss me?” Greg asked, voice melting in with the music. Nick smirked, “Most definitely.”
“Follow my lead,” Greg said, taking off for the front of the club.
Nick followed, admiring Greg from a distance.
If the rest of the guys thought he dressed weird at work, they would be floored by his club gear.
Leather pants, neon patterned sneakers, a skin-tight black tank top with white circuitry designs on it, several of his beloved leather bracelets, a leather collar and his hair – frosted and spiked as usual.
Nick finally focused and realized that he had fallen behind. He ran forward and – taking a guess – headed in the guys’ bathroom.
Greg sat on one of the several small couches and smirked when Nick entered.
“Thought you found something more tempting.”
Nick sat down across from Greg and looked him right in the eyes.
He leaned forward and hooked his finger in the D-ring in the front of Greg’s collar.
“Nothing more tempting than you,” he said, pulling Greg forward in a fierce kiss.