Fic: A Growing Family (6/?)
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nickngreg6TITLE: A GROWING FAMILY
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Adult scenes and language
SUMMARY: Family situations change
SPOILERS: None
Previous parts of this story can be found here
When Greg woke up hours later, he kept his eyes closed waiting for the weight of pain and depression to settle in but for some reason, he didn’t feel like he usually did. Actually, he felt pretty damn good. He was warm which was a big change because he had been waking up cold down to the inside of his bones. In fact, the only problem he seemed to have was a bladder that was ready to burst and make him pee all over his bed. He threw the covers off and started to get up and that’s when he realized he was being literally held prisoner.
He turned slowly and when he saw the dark messy head laying on his shoulder all of it came back to him. Nick was home; they were in their bed in their bedroom and Nick was wrapped around him as tightly as he could get. He laid his head back on the pillow and for a moment all he could do was just thank God for giving him another chance to make someone, make Nick, happy. He swore to God, he would spend the rest of his life trying his best to be a good man and take care of this precious gift. BUT right now, he had to unwrap the gift before he peed on the gift. The more he tried to get loose, the tighter Nick held him. Finally he gave up and woke Nick.
Nick however, had his Greg right where he wanted him and he wasn’t inclined to let him go. “Why do you want to get away from me” he almost whined?
“Babe, I don’t want to get away from you; I want to go pee and I’m warning you unless you’re into yellow showers, you better let me go right now,”
Nick reluctantly unwrapped himself and Greg almost ran to the bathroom. He was so close he had to put a hand on the wall behind the toilet to hold himself up. He almost peed on the toilet tank, the wall and the floor when a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed his penis in mid-stream. Only the fact that an arm wrapped itself around his waist at the same time kept him from completely losing control. As it was, he let out an embarrassingly high squeak. “Damn it Nick, you scared me to death. How did you get in here so fast?”
“Stealth and determination. You used to like me to hold you when you peed; have things changed that much in the weeks I’ve been gone?”
“No you dunce. It’s going to take me a while before I realize that it’s all real now and not just in my head.”
Nick smiled. “Everything is going to be real from now on. Are you ever going to turn off the spigot?”
About that time, Greg finally got to the end and Nick shook him off, grabbed a piece of toilet paper and blotted the end and just as Greg was reaching to flush, he stopped him. He realized he had to go to. They washed, brushed their teeth and went back to bed to get re-acquainted.
Oddly enough, as much as they both wanted this they were almost as hesitant as they had been the first time. When Greg confessed his feelings, Nick agreed he felt the same way. “Greg, this is the first time all over again. It’s been two months and a lot has happened since our first time together. This time it’s right and as far as I’m concerned, it’s for the rest of our lives.”
Greg had dreamed of Nick being back and loving him again but he’d always envisioned them so hungry for each other it would be fast and furious. It wasn’t. It was slow and gentle and loving. Nick was still very weak. He’d lost so much weight. He still had some bites that were open and unhealed even after 8 weeks. Because of the amount of venom in his system, he’d been dosed with Gamma Globulin among other things and while it counteracted the venom, it also did a number on his immune system so he was healing slowly. His muscles and nerves spasmed at the least bit of stress. Hours of confinement in a tiny space laying in one position will do that to you. Their lovemaking was almost reverent. Greg found he just wanted to worship Nick’s beloved body, not ravish it.
Eventually, their rumbling stomachs forced them out of the bed and on a hunt for food. There wasn’t much of that in the apartment.
Nick pulled his head out of the fridge and asked Greg what the hell he’d been living on since he was gone. What little was there was long past the expiration date and Nick knew he wasn’t well enough as yet to take a chance on looking into the few take out containers sitting there. Greg told him he hadn’t had much of an appetite. He thought as time went by that he was going to have to move out of the apartment. He’d paid the rent and utilities but he knew he could only afford one more month on his own and then he would have to look for something cheaper. He felt, the less he brought in, the less he’d have to worry about when he left.
Nick looked at him as though he’d grown a second head. “What do you mean you couldn’t afford to stay here? You have my account number and password. You could have and should have paid at least half of everything out of my account. And while we’re at it, why does the living room look like a storage unit and the bedroom and bathroom look like shrines?”
Greg looked down at the floor until Nick walked over and put his arms around him, tipped his head up so two sets of brown eyes were looking directly into each other and said, “Come on love, what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that you were in Texas with your family and you realized how much they loved you and how much you would have to give up if you stayed with me. I was thinking that I shouldn’t unpack anything of mine so I could just get it all out of here when your Dad called the lab and told Grissom you weren’t coming back. I was thinking that I wanted the bedroom and the bath to be perfect because that’s where I spent the very best part of my life.”
By now, both sets of brown eyes were moist and shiny. Nick walked Greg backward into the living room, sat them down on the couch (one of the few clear spots in the room) and just held him for a while.
“Greg, the morning after I tried to talk to you at the lab I told my folks I was in love with a man, specifically you and that I was going to leave for home and spend the rest of my life making a home a with you.”
“And just how did that go?”
“Well, we haven’t been invited for Thanksgiving but I haven’t been disowned. One of my sisters is completely for us and wants some juicy details about our love life. My mom and dad both need some time to get used to the idea and my brother seems to think I’ve either taken too many drugs or not enough. The jury is still out on that one. The thing is, I’ve told them. What happens now is up to them.
As for us; I’m going to check in with Grissom and get my required therapy started so I can get back to work. We are going to get this place cleaned up, go through all those boxes and decide what to keep and get rid of and then we’re going to do the same with my stuff. Then we’re going to start looking for a bigger place that is not mine and not yours but ours. We’re going to have a housewarming party and tell our friends and co-workers that we are a couple and if they can’t accept it, then we may have to leave Vegas. Does that fit in with your plans?”
He said it with such assurance, Greg had no idea that Nick was literally holding his breath waiting to hear what he had to say. Greg tried a couple of times to get his mouth working. Imagine him speechless if you will. At last, he managed to say, “I don’t think I could have said it better myself.” And that’s just what they did, after they went out and got something to eat.
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In some respects, things went better than they expected and in others not nearly as good. Everyone was thrilled to see Nick and so many people tried to see him and touch him he was tired almost at once. Greg almost blew their cover by growling at everyone including Grissom and telling them to back off and give Nick air and room. He took him back home immediately and left an extremely puzzled crime lab and police department wondering just what the heck had got into Sanders.
Nick’s visits with the department shrink were every bit as uncomfortable as he expected but he managed to get through them. His physical therapy sessions however were something else. He told Warrick after the fourth session that he really thought the box had been easier. It was the last time he tried to joke about the box with Warrick. He turned as white as a black man could and almost lost his lunch. When Nick talked about it with Greg, they both realized that they actually hadn’t spoken about what went on at the lab while Nick was taken. It was a traumatic conversation for both of them and Nick had nightmares for the next week.
They did get through their collective stuff although that almost caused a fight. It seems that Nick discovered the organization shows on HGTV and his scientist mind kicked in big time. The first night Greg came home after shift and found large boxes in the living room marked 'Keep’, ‘Donate’, ‘Discard’ he simply did not know what to say. When he realized that Nick was deadly serious, he had a lot to say. But, Nick had a secret weapon. When Greg noticed that he was the only person yelling, he stopped and looked at his roommate. Nick just looked at him with those big, gorgeous brown eyes and said, “I was just trying to make it easier for you, since you’re the only one working right now.”
That was it. Greg was done. Later, after the third time Nick did it to him AND he knew Nick was doing it to him, he admitted to himself that he was ‘pussywhipped’. Then he spent several hours trying to figure out if he was a man and Nick was a man could he be ‘pussywhipped’? What was he, ‘dickwhipped’, ‘cockwhipped’; he decided it didn’t matter what he called it…he was it. He also decided he loved it and the man doing it.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Adult scenes and language
SUMMARY: Family situations change
SPOILERS: None
Previous parts of this story can be found here
When Greg woke up hours later, he kept his eyes closed waiting for the weight of pain and depression to settle in but for some reason, he didn’t feel like he usually did. Actually, he felt pretty damn good. He was warm which was a big change because he had been waking up cold down to the inside of his bones. In fact, the only problem he seemed to have was a bladder that was ready to burst and make him pee all over his bed. He threw the covers off and started to get up and that’s when he realized he was being literally held prisoner.
He turned slowly and when he saw the dark messy head laying on his shoulder all of it came back to him. Nick was home; they were in their bed in their bedroom and Nick was wrapped around him as tightly as he could get. He laid his head back on the pillow and for a moment all he could do was just thank God for giving him another chance to make someone, make Nick, happy. He swore to God, he would spend the rest of his life trying his best to be a good man and take care of this precious gift. BUT right now, he had to unwrap the gift before he peed on the gift. The more he tried to get loose, the tighter Nick held him. Finally he gave up and woke Nick.
Nick however, had his Greg right where he wanted him and he wasn’t inclined to let him go. “Why do you want to get away from me” he almost whined?
“Babe, I don’t want to get away from you; I want to go pee and I’m warning you unless you’re into yellow showers, you better let me go right now,”
Nick reluctantly unwrapped himself and Greg almost ran to the bathroom. He was so close he had to put a hand on the wall behind the toilet to hold himself up. He almost peed on the toilet tank, the wall and the floor when a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed his penis in mid-stream. Only the fact that an arm wrapped itself around his waist at the same time kept him from completely losing control. As it was, he let out an embarrassingly high squeak. “Damn it Nick, you scared me to death. How did you get in here so fast?”
“Stealth and determination. You used to like me to hold you when you peed; have things changed that much in the weeks I’ve been gone?”
“No you dunce. It’s going to take me a while before I realize that it’s all real now and not just in my head.”
Nick smiled. “Everything is going to be real from now on. Are you ever going to turn off the spigot?”
About that time, Greg finally got to the end and Nick shook him off, grabbed a piece of toilet paper and blotted the end and just as Greg was reaching to flush, he stopped him. He realized he had to go to. They washed, brushed their teeth and went back to bed to get re-acquainted.
Oddly enough, as much as they both wanted this they were almost as hesitant as they had been the first time. When Greg confessed his feelings, Nick agreed he felt the same way. “Greg, this is the first time all over again. It’s been two months and a lot has happened since our first time together. This time it’s right and as far as I’m concerned, it’s for the rest of our lives.”
Greg had dreamed of Nick being back and loving him again but he’d always envisioned them so hungry for each other it would be fast and furious. It wasn’t. It was slow and gentle and loving. Nick was still very weak. He’d lost so much weight. He still had some bites that were open and unhealed even after 8 weeks. Because of the amount of venom in his system, he’d been dosed with Gamma Globulin among other things and while it counteracted the venom, it also did a number on his immune system so he was healing slowly. His muscles and nerves spasmed at the least bit of stress. Hours of confinement in a tiny space laying in one position will do that to you. Their lovemaking was almost reverent. Greg found he just wanted to worship Nick’s beloved body, not ravish it.
Eventually, their rumbling stomachs forced them out of the bed and on a hunt for food. There wasn’t much of that in the apartment.
Nick pulled his head out of the fridge and asked Greg what the hell he’d been living on since he was gone. What little was there was long past the expiration date and Nick knew he wasn’t well enough as yet to take a chance on looking into the few take out containers sitting there. Greg told him he hadn’t had much of an appetite. He thought as time went by that he was going to have to move out of the apartment. He’d paid the rent and utilities but he knew he could only afford one more month on his own and then he would have to look for something cheaper. He felt, the less he brought in, the less he’d have to worry about when he left.
Nick looked at him as though he’d grown a second head. “What do you mean you couldn’t afford to stay here? You have my account number and password. You could have and should have paid at least half of everything out of my account. And while we’re at it, why does the living room look like a storage unit and the bedroom and bathroom look like shrines?”
Greg looked down at the floor until Nick walked over and put his arms around him, tipped his head up so two sets of brown eyes were looking directly into each other and said, “Come on love, what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that you were in Texas with your family and you realized how much they loved you and how much you would have to give up if you stayed with me. I was thinking that I shouldn’t unpack anything of mine so I could just get it all out of here when your Dad called the lab and told Grissom you weren’t coming back. I was thinking that I wanted the bedroom and the bath to be perfect because that’s where I spent the very best part of my life.”
By now, both sets of brown eyes were moist and shiny. Nick walked Greg backward into the living room, sat them down on the couch (one of the few clear spots in the room) and just held him for a while.
“Greg, the morning after I tried to talk to you at the lab I told my folks I was in love with a man, specifically you and that I was going to leave for home and spend the rest of my life making a home a with you.”
“And just how did that go?”
“Well, we haven’t been invited for Thanksgiving but I haven’t been disowned. One of my sisters is completely for us and wants some juicy details about our love life. My mom and dad both need some time to get used to the idea and my brother seems to think I’ve either taken too many drugs or not enough. The jury is still out on that one. The thing is, I’ve told them. What happens now is up to them.
As for us; I’m going to check in with Grissom and get my required therapy started so I can get back to work. We are going to get this place cleaned up, go through all those boxes and decide what to keep and get rid of and then we’re going to do the same with my stuff. Then we’re going to start looking for a bigger place that is not mine and not yours but ours. We’re going to have a housewarming party and tell our friends and co-workers that we are a couple and if they can’t accept it, then we may have to leave Vegas. Does that fit in with your plans?”
He said it with such assurance, Greg had no idea that Nick was literally holding his breath waiting to hear what he had to say. Greg tried a couple of times to get his mouth working. Imagine him speechless if you will. At last, he managed to say, “I don’t think I could have said it better myself.” And that’s just what they did, after they went out and got something to eat.
++++++++++++++++++++++++
In some respects, things went better than they expected and in others not nearly as good. Everyone was thrilled to see Nick and so many people tried to see him and touch him he was tired almost at once. Greg almost blew their cover by growling at everyone including Grissom and telling them to back off and give Nick air and room. He took him back home immediately and left an extremely puzzled crime lab and police department wondering just what the heck had got into Sanders.
Nick’s visits with the department shrink were every bit as uncomfortable as he expected but he managed to get through them. His physical therapy sessions however were something else. He told Warrick after the fourth session that he really thought the box had been easier. It was the last time he tried to joke about the box with Warrick. He turned as white as a black man could and almost lost his lunch. When Nick talked about it with Greg, they both realized that they actually hadn’t spoken about what went on at the lab while Nick was taken. It was a traumatic conversation for both of them and Nick had nightmares for the next week.
They did get through their collective stuff although that almost caused a fight. It seems that Nick discovered the organization shows on HGTV and his scientist mind kicked in big time. The first night Greg came home after shift and found large boxes in the living room marked 'Keep’, ‘Donate’, ‘Discard’ he simply did not know what to say. When he realized that Nick was deadly serious, he had a lot to say. But, Nick had a secret weapon. When Greg noticed that he was the only person yelling, he stopped and looked at his roommate. Nick just looked at him with those big, gorgeous brown eyes and said, “I was just trying to make it easier for you, since you’re the only one working right now.”
That was it. Greg was done. Later, after the third time Nick did it to him AND he knew Nick was doing it to him, he admitted to himself that he was ‘pussywhipped’. Then he spent several hours trying to figure out if he was a man and Nick was a man could he be ‘pussywhipped’? What was he, ‘dickwhipped’, ‘cockwhipped’; he decided it didn’t matter what he called it…he was it. He also decided he loved it and the man doing it.
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