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[quettaser.livejournal.com]

So, I think that this might be the final installment of Post-It Devilry, but we'll see. Enjoy all of the nail-biting of the finale!

Title: Post-It Idolatry
Author: Quettaser
Rating: NC-17 (make-up lovin')
Summary: Nick and Greg finished what they started.


I. An Idle Post-It is the Devil's Plaything
II. The Devil Gets Played
III. The Post-It Playbook
IV. Playthings of the Devil
V. Idle Devils

“Is that what this is about Nick? A normal life?”

Greg laughed a little, maybe he was going a little insane. He wasn’t angry, he couldn’t be angry at Nick, not when he had just spilled his all of insecurities for him. He patted the floor next to him, watching as Nick came and sat next to him, a blush in his cheeks as he wiped the tears away. Greg pulled him close, kissed his temple, kissed his cheek, tasting the salt of his spent tears, and then felt Nick sob tearlessly against his chest.

            “I’m sorry,” he whispered into Greg’s shirt.

            “It’s not your fault,” Greg kept his voice soft and rubbed Nick’s back gently. “It’s not your fault that people look at us weird, that we can’t get married, that you have to hide a part of yourself. God, Nick, if I had known—I just thought you went through this when I did. Sometime in college, you start looking ahead and you realize how bleak it is, how limited our future can be. I thought you’d dealt with that already. I’m sorry for assuming.”

            Nick sniffled a little, something Greg found acutely adorable and sat up to look Greg in the eye. “You don’t have to be sorry.” His voice was raw, a sound that tugged at Greg’s heart. “I didn’t ever deal with it. I’d get in a relationship with a guy I really cared about and we’d get close, and then I’d be forced to look ahead. God, Greg, I—I ran, I ran so fast. I threw them away, just so that I wouldn’t have to deal with being gay. How horrible am I?”

            “You’re not horrible. You’re pretty amazing.” Greg had to kiss him, then. He looked so vulnerable, so sad. It was barely a kiss, just their lips brushing together, but it was enough. “I love you.” He cradled Nick in his arms again, relishing in the knowledge that he had the power to comfort Nick, that Nick trusted him with so much. “I can’t imagine what it’s like. Having to grow up in a place where no one supports who you are, what you are, not even your own family. I don’t think I could have done it.”

            “Sure you could have. You’re stronger than you know.”

            “Why, Mr. Stokes, you do flatter me so,” flirted Greg, happy to see the curve of a smile on Nick’s mouth again. But then Greg had to be serious for a moment, he couldn’t let this just float by. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Neither of us is perfect. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I don’t want you to be scared anymore, at least, not of me. The rest we can deal with together.”

            This time Nick kissed him, and it wasn’t soft, it was full of hunger, anxiousness, and nerves. And then he was kissing down Greg’s neck, just like he had what felt like ages ago, murmuring ‘I love you’s into his skin. “Come on,” whispered Greg, getting up, and pulling Nick with him towards the bedroom. They were quiet and slow, taking pleasure in the feel of each other, gradually losing clothing until they were naked on the bed.

            They were nothing but slow caresses, deep kisses and heated skin. They hadn’t been like this in a while, not since the shift changes. There hadn’t been time, but today, they’d make time. They moved slowly against each other, a tangle of limbs, grasping, clutching, taking what they needed from each other and giving more. They tried not to notice the shiver in each other’s touch, the words they still couldn’t say swimming around them.

            “Need you.” Greg might have missed the words if his senses weren’t so heightened, Nick’s voice cracked with want. Greg reached out to the night stand, grabbing a condom and the lube, all without breaking his contact with Nick.

            “Need you too.” He sheathed Nick’s cock and lubed himself up. He lay back again, loving the familiar feeling of having Nick cradled in his hips, he could spend forever here. Well, not forever, he thought as Nick pushed inside of him, his legs would cramp up, and at some point he would probably need food, and a shower, but nearly forever. But then he wasn’t thinking about leg cramps, because Nick was moving inside of him, and kissing him, and covering him, and loving him and Greg would never know how he got so lucky that he would have found this stunning man above him.

            A man who didn’t know just how wonderful he was, well, Greg would make sure to show him. He was moving with Nick, pulling him down on top of him, holding him close. And he tasted Nick’s sweat and he couldn’t help but think that it didn’t taste all that different from his tears. He needed to kiss him again. They shared moans, hot breaths, and tongues, murmured words and teeth and lips.

            He couldn’t remember how long they lasted, how long their bodies moved together, how long they stopped thinking and just existed. He does remember coming, because he hadn’t even been touched, and he hadn’t been thinking about an orgasm, he hadn’t been thinking at all. He remembered pushing up into Nick, all that muscle, that sweat, that skin, that soul, scraping his back, wanting him closer, wanting him everywhere.

            He felt Nick come too, felt the tension in his body, felt him release everything. They melted together, drifting in the post-orgasm haze, still kissing, still caressing, still holding. Greg saw the look in Nick’s eyes and knew that he didn’t need words, not right now. Nick knew how he felt, and that was enough to put a smile on his face as he glided into sleep.

~~~

            The bed was cold when he woke up, something he wished he wasn’t used to. Damn, Ecklie. Greg, sat up, silently berating himself for even thinking that name in bed, and saw the post-it note on the pillow.

            I didn’t want to wake you before I went to work. I love you so much. I hear every word you say, and the minute I think about running, I’ll tell you, so you can convince me to stay. You are the best thing in my life, and as long as you love me, I can deal with everything else. When you get home in the morning, let’s go puppy shopping. Love, Nick

            Greg smiled and lay back in bed, nesting in the covers, smelling Nick on the sheets. So, they were going to get a puppy…

Fin!
This is the intended end of Post-It Devilry, but I'll see what people have to say. Maybe there's more...Thanks for all the wonderful feedback. It makes me happy! XDDD

Comments

[oneflewtoofar.livejournal.com]

I want more!!!!

I loved this so much.

mary

[obsidian-rai.livejournal.com]

*huge grin* That was the *perfect* ending. I loved it. But hey, if you want to write more? *wicked grin* Please, feel free. You'll definitely have an audience for it.

[jacosh-neko.livejournal.com]

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Guh. So cute.

[flipflopadd1ct.livejournal.com]

I don't think you need me to tell you how I feel...OH WELL. I LOVE THIS SERIES!!!!

[saebuffyboy.livejournal.com]

I love the disucssion about coming out... Nick reaching the conclusion so much later than Greg. it was perfect... Wonderful end to the series. Can't wait to see what's next.

[quietdiscerning.livejournal.com]

Ohh that's so great. You did a wonderful job with this fic.

[acroarcs.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna have to throw in with everyone else - everytime I've seen a new Post-It fic come up, I've just grinned stupidly in anticipation. Glad it got a great end. (For now, at least.)

[munin.livejournal.com]

Oh there better be more! You are so not leaving it there. It makes me happy too.

So, puppy huh? And a house too. And angst when Nick starts thinking of running. Then Greg talking him out of it.

What about Nick's family?! Oh no, this is so not done yet!

[amazonqueenkate.livejournal.com]

I hope you know you have me THIS CLOSE to crying. *holds fingers nearly touching*

Beautiful, lovely, and I adore it. I adore the *need* they have for one another, the pure completion... Oh! You need to write more fic. So much more fic.

Lovely.

[madasarabbit.livejournal.com]

Did you just imply that you were not going to write anymore of this series? Cause that would be very very wrong. So wrong, in fact, that it's bad as well as wrong. It is badwrong, barong, badong! Yes, that would be badong.

[godgaleshot.livejournal.com]

Ditto!
More the people want more :)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_slytherin_girl/]

So, I'm sitting here at work, bored, wishing it was tomorrow so that I can watch my taped copy of the finale, and I come across the last two chapters of this. All I have to say is thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.

I really enjoyed this series and would definitely read if you decided to continue.

[csi-freak15.livejournal.com]

If this is the end, my world ends too. And we can't be having that, can we? I at least want to see the finale before my world ends. And eat at Nando's tomorrow. Hmmm...Nando's! *goes off into dream-like state*

CTX

[geekwriter143.livejournal.com]

I hate it when people demand that an author write more, so I won't do that. I will, however, say that this story has a lot of potential if you want to make it longer. The unresolved questions (like the house they might get together, Nick coming out to his family, etc.) give it a lot of forward momentum. Plus, you write great smut and the Post-Its are both hot and funny, though of course you could always move away from the Post-Its if you're bored with that as a theme yet continue to write more in this universe you've created.

Also, Nick and Greg puppy shopping could be pretty hilarious. Just saying. Not that I'm, like, demanding you write it or anything. =)

[loozy.livejournal.com]

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[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

I love how Nick loves Greg's openess. One of the things I admire about Eric Z is that he's made Greg so open. His face is so open, so readable and vulnerable. When an actor can take that leap of faith, it's so amazing. In Season 1, when Greg had one measly scene per episode if we were lucky, he really created a memorable character. Maybe it's that openess of his face and his eyes that makes him so lovable. Anyway I like how you take that and characterize it. George Eads also has a tightness about him that makes him totally believable as being in the closet. Somehow you so get that and write it but not in an obvious "His face was really open" way. Really great series. Thank you. Boy am I glad I found this place and all the great writers contributing.

[illgetmerope.livejournal.com]

yes!! sooo goood!!! moreeee!!

[imyourally.livejournal.com]

This was really good, but it didn't quite feel like the end of your Post-It series. It felt more like the beginning of something else. All of the other chapters were a lot less serious and more playful. The tone was different in this one.

That being said, I thought still thought this was wonderful.

[imyourally.livejournal.com]

:P I stuck an extra 'thought' in there. Oops. And when I was saying that about this feeling like the beginning of something else, I was kind of sort of including the previous chapter as well.

Anyways. :)