The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabbles100, fandom: csi, rating: g, type: slash |
Tractor Chores . G
Fandom: CSI. Nick/Greg
Words: 549
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Author’s Notes: Written for drabbles100 on LJ. Prompts #17 Brown, #24 Family, #43 Square, #57 Lunch, #63 Summer.
Summary: Nick does his chores while he’s at home.
Greg was walking out to the fields, in his arms - a jug of lemonade and a basket which he assumed had a meal for Nick, who had been on the tractor all day, after all, the fields needed tending to and that was always Nick’s job when he was home.
Nick was sitting in the cab of the tractor, his t-shirt soaked from sweat and dirty from the dust that had been kicked up, he took off his hat and ran the bandana he had tied around his wrist across his forehead. Las Vegas must be spoiling him, he missed always having his air conditioning back in Vegas, well that and no fields to plow.
Looking around, he spotted a figure heading towards the field, arms full of what he hoped was something for him.
After he reached the end of the row he turned the tractor, heading towards the gate, a slight breeze blowing, making him grateful for a break in the Texas summer heat.
Climbing out of the cab, he smiled when he saw Greg standing at the gate, holding a basket and a jug of lemonade; he opened the gate and Greg walked in. “Does your mom always send you your own buffet on two feet?”
Nick laughed, patting Greg on the back as he took the jug from his hands, “Come on, we’ll eat under the cab, it’ll give us shade, since you always seem to forget your hat.” Nick looked at him, and Greg shrugged, “Hey cowboy hats are your thing, I don’t think they look good on me.” Mid-climb, Nick chuckled, “That’s what you think.”
Setting down the jug, Nick leaned over and helped Greg into the cab, sitting down, Greg turned and looked at the recently plowed field. “Now I know you have to plow just one way, but if you went back and forth and then up and down, you would have the most squares for Tic-Tac-Toe, ever.”
Nick just shook his head and dug into the basket, smiling at the sight of chicken, potato salad, and fresh-made applesauce for his lunch.
After a hearty lunch, Nick sat with his back leaning against one of the metal poles. Greg is resting in-between his splayed legs, his back against Nick’s chest. “You know,” Nick says, opening his eyes, “I think my family has taken quite the liking to you.” Greg sat up and turned to look at him, “Really? I mean, they are really nice and your mother is so sweet, God, she kept trying to feed me everything. I had to stop her before she gave me a third slice of pie.” Nick chuckled, “Yeah, she likes you. You even won over my dad, now that was an achievement for your first day, Greggo.” Greg blushed, “I still can’t believe he said, ‘So, you must be my Nicky-boy’s boyfriend,’ the instant he saw us after we got off the plane.” Greg thought he was going to die right there when that happened, but instead he got a smack on the back that almost sent him to the floor and a chuckled, ‘Well, if Nicky likes ya, what can I do?’
“Yeah, I think you’re right Nick.” Greg said as he leaned forward and flicked the brim of Nick’s cowboy hat.