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Torchlight on Red Faces by Caroline Crane (R)
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carolinecrane
Author Website: Desiderium Caritas
Why this must be read:
Caroline Crane's been recced like 5,000 times for CSI, but that's 'cause she deserves it. So you know what? I'm gonna do it again. This story is ridiculously sexy and almost the exact opposite of my last rec. In this one, it's Greg that's the nervous one. He spots Nick at a casino with a woman and proceeds to follow him around. In his head, he knows it's stalking and kind of pathetic, but he can't seem to stop himself. Nicky, on the other hand, utilizes some of the raw hotness that just exudes out of him and handily turns Greg into a panting, aching, desperate mess.
This was one of the very first stories I read in this fandom, and the one that really converted me to the Greg/Nick ship. I could see this happening, and it made sense, and Nick sounded like Nick, even if it's hard to imagine him being as aggressive as he is here. And in Greg we see the awkward Chemistry geek he must have been in high school, quietly lusting after the gorgeous, unattainable popular boy, and resigning himself to his fate.
At first he wasn't even sure it was Nick, so he kept his distance and watched for a few moments, catching glimpses of dark hair and darker eyes until finally, finally that familiar smile and strong profile swept into focus. He could have walked up to Nick then, threaded his way through the crowd to say a casual hello, maybe ask what brought a guy like Nick to the Paris on a Friday night. He's never really thought of Nick as the nightlife type; sure, he was a frat boy and Greg's heard all the rumors of his prowess with the ladies, but he only half believes most of those stories.
The truth is that he's always pictured Nick as kind of a homebody, the type to hang out and watch the game in the comfort of his own living room. He kind of likes to picture Nick stretched out on his couch, beer in one hand and a remote in the other while he bitches at the quarterback for Texas A&M. He's not sure if that qualifies as a fantasy about his coworker, exactly, but it's what he thinks about whenever he wonders what Nick does with his days off.
So maybe his stalking career has been a long time coming after all.
Torchlight on Red Faces
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Author on LJ:
carolinecraneAuthor Website: Desiderium Caritas
Why this must be read:
Caroline Crane's been recced like 5,000 times for CSI, but that's 'cause she deserves it. So you know what? I'm gonna do it again. This story is ridiculously sexy and almost the exact opposite of my last rec. In this one, it's Greg that's the nervous one. He spots Nick at a casino with a woman and proceeds to follow him around. In his head, he knows it's stalking and kind of pathetic, but he can't seem to stop himself. Nicky, on the other hand, utilizes some of the raw hotness that just exudes out of him and handily turns Greg into a panting, aching, desperate mess.
This was one of the very first stories I read in this fandom, and the one that really converted me to the Greg/Nick ship. I could see this happening, and it made sense, and Nick sounded like Nick, even if it's hard to imagine him being as aggressive as he is here. And in Greg we see the awkward Chemistry geek he must have been in high school, quietly lusting after the gorgeous, unattainable popular boy, and resigning himself to his fate.
At first he wasn't even sure it was Nick, so he kept his distance and watched for a few moments, catching glimpses of dark hair and darker eyes until finally, finally that familiar smile and strong profile swept into focus. He could have walked up to Nick then, threaded his way through the crowd to say a casual hello, maybe ask what brought a guy like Nick to the Paris on a Friday night. He's never really thought of Nick as the nightlife type; sure, he was a frat boy and Greg's heard all the rumors of his prowess with the ladies, but he only half believes most of those stories.
The truth is that he's always pictured Nick as kind of a homebody, the type to hang out and watch the game in the comfort of his own living room. He kind of likes to picture Nick stretched out on his couch, beer in one hand and a remote in the other while he bitches at the quarterback for Texas A&M. He's not sure if that qualifies as a fantasy about his coworker, exactly, but it's what he thinks about whenever he wonders what Nick does with his days off.
So maybe his stalking career has been a long time coming after all.
Torchlight on Red Faces