Nick accidentally sends out a sexy photo of you to all his colleagues

carisi-dreams:

modified slightly!

You had just put the enchiladas in the oven to finish baking when you heard Nick come in from work. You called out to him and then heard his foot steps as he made his way to the kitchen. He collapsed over your back with a groan and you lifted an arm behind you to pat his hip in response. “Hey babe. How was work?” You asked as you set the timer on the oven. He allowed you to turn in his embrace after you were done and that’s when you noticed the flush breaking out over his cheeks. He ducked his head back down to your chest and groaned again. He didn’t seem injured or seriously upset so you assume it wasn’t anything too serious making him blush. “What?” You asked again. “I liked the picture you sent me earlier. I almost had to lock my door and have a mid-afternoon break, but I decided to save all that pent up energy for you,” you teased him as you ran hands up and down his back. He lifted his head to mumble out of the side of his mouth. “Don’t remind me. You liked and it and so did all of the squad,” he eked out. “What?!” You asked biting back a laugh as you pushed him away gently so that you could see his face.

He ran a hand over his face and looked to the side. “I, uh, accidentally texted it to the entire squad right after I sent it to you. I was responding to a group text we had and my finger must have slipped or something, I don’t know, and I accidentally attached that photo and hit send before realizing what I was doing,” he explained as a hand came up to scratch the back of his neck. The flush was now dipping down his head and you leaned in to hug him in order to avoid laughing in his face. “Baby,” you cooed in his ear as returned the embrace. “I know you’re trying not to laugh, but I am mortified. Save that picture to your phone because I’m never sending you another,” he promised darkly. His chin hooked over the top of your head and you leaned in to kiss his neck. “It was a nice picture,” you agreed with another kiss. “Olivia wouldn’t look me in the eye for the rest of the day,” he complained and your body shook with laughter. “Well baby, she was probably wondering if you were registered to carry that thing,” you joked and he tried to squirm out of your grip with another groan. “Seriously?!” He complained and you rubbed his back again and apologized. “I’m sorry. Sorry. But at least everything was clothed. Mostly. There’s worse things in the world than being gifted a photo of your abs with the waistband of your pants pulled down a bit,” you shrugged off. “‘Pulled down a bit?’ If my pants were any further down you’d be in my crotch! Plus I don’t know that clothes really matter considering I was half hard in that picture!” He hissed. You tightened your grip around him and planted another kiss along his neck. 

“Hmm, yes you were. Speaking of…we have a little time before the enchiladas. Think I can get an in person recreation of the now infamous photo? If it’ll be my last I’d love to be able to associate happy memories with it. Hands on, as it were,” you offered lasciviously as you let one of your hands wonder between you two. He pulled away to look at you with raised eyebrows and an exasperated face. You just shrugged and continued your hand’s journey. He shifted before sighing and tilting his head, holding back a smirk. “You’re insatiable,” was his only reply before he took one of your hands and began walking backwards out of the kitchen with you.