Title: Soft
Author: gothikmaus
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Category: ficlet, fluff, romance
Summary: Nick's sweater is just a little too big on Greg, the shoulders a little too wide, the sleeves a little too long. Then Nick notices something else.
A/N: Inspired by the lovely fanart "Soft to the Touch" by Peanut_Booi.
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and all related characters are property of CBS. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
Nick yawned as he walked out of the bathroom, heading toward the kitchen on autopilot. He hadn't gotten much sleep, but he wasn't complaining. He thought back of the reason why he had only slept a handful of hours and couldn't suppress a smile.
That same reason was currently standing in his kitchen, facing away from him and mumbling something under his breath.
Nick crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, enjoying the view of Greg fiddling with the coffee maker and reaching into the cupboard to grab two mugs.
Then he noticed something. Greg was wearing one of Nick's sweaters. He frowned. He didn't remember Greg asking him if he could borrow it. Nick could feel himself starting to have second thoughts about his decision: maybe that whole thing with Greg had been a mistake, he should have thought better about it, they should have talked before jumping into bed...
As a whirlwind of thoughts and doubts chased each other in his head, his eyes traveled down Greg's body. Nick's sweater was just a little too big on him, the shoulders a little too wide, the sleeves a little too long. When he reached Greg's hips, Nick's brain screeched to a halt, all the nasty little voices that were nagging at him shutting up immediately. Greg wasn't wearing any pants. He was just standing there in Nick's kitchen, barefoot and with his long legs on full display, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if he belonged there.
Nick's breath caught in his throat at the idea of waking up every day to that sight, his heart doing something funny in his chest. As he watched, Greg started swaying his hips to whatever song was playing in his head, surely something with lots of guitars and distortions that would make Nick's ears bleed if he ever heard it.
The sight was adorable.
Nick took a few quick steps and walked up behind him, pressing firmly against his back and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Greg started at the sudden contact.
"Gee, Nick, you scared me."
"Good morning," Nick mumbled, rubbing his cheek against Greg's shoulder.
He sneaked both hands under the hem of his sweater and dragged them upward, only stopping when he reached Greg's pecs. He gave a light squeeze, smiling as Greg gasped and squirmed under his touch.
"You sure are frisky in the morning," Greg said as he turned around. "Or rather, afternoon," he added, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"You stole my sweater."
Greg blushed, actually blushed, and Nick got a little dizzy at how endearing the sight was.
"It's soft and comfortable. And it smells like you," Greg added with a bashful smile, lifting a hand to Nick's cheek in a gentle caress.
Greg's breath smelled minty and Nick had a pretty good idea why. He leaned in, suddenly very happy he hadn't skipped his usual routine of washing his teeth as soon as he got out of bed. Greg's lips were soft and pliant, and they immediately parted for him.
Yes, Greg definitely tasted like Nick's mouthwash.
Nick barely suppressed a growl. The idea of Greg puttering around in his kitchen, wearing his clothes and using his products sent a wave of possessiveness through him. He pushed him up against the counter, hands sliding down Greg's back, sneaking under his sweater and grabbing his ass. Greg moaned into the kiss, and Nick lost what little self-control he was still clinging to. He slid a hand down Greg's thigh and lifted it, hooking it around his waist, then did the same to the other one. Greg instinctively wrapped his arms around Nick's shoulders, holding tight onto him.
"Coffee's ready," Greg muttered against Nick's lips in between kisses.
"It can wait," Nick growled, carrying him back into the bedroom.
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March 2022