nickngreg | whoo bubby

Title: Hot and Cold
Rating: G
Spoilers?: Uh. Not really? Maybe Play With Fire?
Summary: NickxGreg drabble, because that pairing makes my world go 'round.
AN: Sorry, this is possibly cliché, but I'm still getting into this show, man. XD

Nick was fire when Greg was cold-- hot, broad hands and spicy breath cupping his hips and touching his cheek; kisses were warm but not scalding. His words bubbled but didn't boil over, and it was in that face, that voice, the carefully confident eyes that he found comfort.

But Nick was ice when Greg was hot, too, when the dreams became too much, wracked his shoulders and his face and shuddered through his dreams, explosive glass shattering across his face, dull heat tearing at his shoulders and his back. It would have been a miracle if the accident didn't plague his dreams, and miracles weren't notorious for hanging out in Vegas. He always woke burning, as if the flames were licking at his fingers and charring his face, and the smell was terrifying and vivid even in his bed, between the sheets and next to a pair of soothing arms who always seemed to know the exact moment to turn around, wrap him up, and quell the flames.