"You've seriously ... never?" Greg arched a brow at Nick as he stepped through the doors of the morgue. The pleasant chill of the room coasted over his skin, all too familiar. He stepped over to the wall of refrigerated bodies and leaned back against the cold metal, ignoring the look that the other CSI was giving him.
"Not all of us have such a high perversity threshold, Greggo." The split-second Nick's mouth stayed open was all that it took for Greg to dart forward and kiss the other man soundly, pulling back a moment later with a slightly wet 'pop'.
The blush that crawled up Nick's neck at an alarming rate made him smirk.
"Oh, you so do. Yours is probably even higher than mine. You've imagined bending me over your knee dressed in a French Maid outfit, haven't you?" Greg squeaked when Nick hit him on the arm rather hard and opted to keep his hands (and mouth) to himself.
...for now.
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