spunk in Greg’s mouth. The two men’s exposed members pressed against one another, still semi-hard as they were cradled between the two CSIs.

Gently breaking the zealous kiss, Nick asked, “why don’t we clean up your creamy mess?”

“Let’s,” was Greg’s simple reply.

He gave Nick another quick peck and grabbed a roll of paper towels from the counter, handing some to Nick, smiling still. After cleaning up the pool of spooge, the two men embraced again, both enjoying the comfort of the others arms.

“Think we should head to the party now?” Nick asked.

“I thought you didn’t enjoy the irony of it?” Greg raised an eyebrow at Nick’s change of heart.

“Well, you’ve found my kryptonite. That mouth of yours could convince me to do anything.” He went to the door, pulling Greg by the hand with him. He held out the black leather jacket to the junior CSI.

Taking his coat as Nick handed it to him, a sly grin crossed Greg’s face, “anything?”

“Within reason, of course.” Nick put on his own brown suede jacket. Taking Greg’s hand again they walked toward the morgue together.

“Well,” Greg said matter-of-factly, “I have another orifice that just might enjoy the company of that sizzling cock of yours. Would that be ‘reasonable’ enough for you?”

Nick stopped at the door to the morgue and turned to Greg. He planter another deep, passionate kiss on the youthful stud. He stepped back, holding the door open for Greg to pass through. “More than you know.”

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