Macramé Queens - Ch. 2

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Ah, finally. Chapter 2 is here. This one took a while. The beginning was immediate, and then it went through all sorts of fun phases before it finally ended up here. Now, don't get antsy, there will be smut soon, and for you angst-fans out there, some eventual angst as well. Enjoy!

Title: Macramé Queens
Author: Quettaser
Rating: R
Chapter: 2/?
Summary: Omelets, first kisses, and someone can't get no satisfaction

Chapter 1

            “How many eggs?” asked Nick, sprinkling a little water on the frying pan, making sure it was hot enough to cook with.

            “Just two. Break was late last night,” said Greg, stifling a yawn as he walked into the kitchen. “This coffee fresh?”

            “Yeah, just made it.” Nick cracked two eggs into a bowl, picked up a fork and began whipping them. Greg blindly reached for a mug in the cupboards, stumbled upon one and filled it with the fresh coffee. He inhaled deeply, taking in the wonderful smell that made his mornings bearable. He looked over at Nick, who was now adding the peppers and the cheese to the egg. He didn’t know how it had happened, but somehow, Nick had figured out just how Greg liked his omelets in the afternoon, perfecting the ratio of peppers to onions, cheese to ham.

            Greg took a sip of his coffee, even though he knew it would still be just a little too hot. Those omelets were one of those things he loved about Nick. Sure, he was never going to get mushy poetry, or grand romantic gestures in front of hundreds of people, no speeches about how he sets him aflame with the fire of passion or any of that stuff he used to think he wanted, but that didn’t really matter. Nick always showed his affection in unique and silent ways, be it the perfect omelet or the way he always knew when Greg was going to be running late and laid out clothes for him to wear. No, no grand romantic gesture could compare to that.

            He placed his mug on the counter and moved behind Nick, wrapping his arms around his waist and laying his cheek on his back. “Hi there,” said Nick, pouring the egg mixture into the frying pan.

            “Hi,” sighed Greg, feeling the pull of sleep again in the rhythm of Nick’s breathing and the steady beating of his heart. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Nick and eggs, peppers and coffee. “I love it when you cook.”

            “Aprons and blowjobs?”

            “Yeah, aprons and blowjobs.” Greg breathed deep again, memorizing the moment, something left over from the days after the lab explosion. He could still hear his therapist in his head:

Try picking a good moment in your day, something calm. Memorize it, every smell, every texture. Then as you fall asleep, remember that moment, run it over in your brain, make it real again.

It was supposed to stop his nightmares. It worked, but that was only when he had had a good moment during the day to focus on, and in those first few weeks there hadn’t been very many of them. But that was all before. Before Nick. That was how he defined his life now, moments either happened before or after Nick. He never used to do that, bigger things had always made their way onto his internal timeline, things that edged out relationships.

Like the first time he picked up a test tube from his toy chemistry set. His parents hadn’t even let him use the ingredients, just water and food coloring, but he did make the best damn purple water anyone had ever seen. The first time he saw a double helix under a microscope, the day he left for college, the day he came to Vegas. Now, he couldn’t decide which was bigger, the day he passed his final field proficiency, or the day he first kissed Nick…

“Heard you were working solo today,” said Greg as the waitress placed his coffee and Nick’s OJ on the table.

            “Yeah,” replied Nick, smiling at the waitress before turning his attention back to Greg. “It was an old case, one I worked with Grissom before I was a Level Three. This woman, Faye Minden, killed her sister and burned the body in an oil drum.”

“She sounds like a peach.” They were sitting across from each other in the back of a darkened diner that smelled of smoke and grease. It wasn’t the type of place Greg would have thought Nick would go, but the food was very good and the people were nice, so maybe it was.

            “Yeah, she was definitely a bit unhinged.” The waitress reappeared, their breakfasts in hand. They dug into their food, relishing the fresh sustenance.

 “You know, Nick, this is the tenth day in a row you’ve asked me to have breakfast with you,” said Greg, drinking his coffee. Nick stopped his eating, fork poised in mid-air.

            “You’re keeping count?”

            “Yes. And also every time, we’ve been alone and we aren’t at the usual diner.” Nick was silent as he placed his fork back on the plate. Greg could tell he was searching for words.

            “Look, Greg, I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. Now, I can understand if you’re uncomfortable answering, but if you do answer, I need to know that you’re telling me the truth.”

            Greg rarely saw Nick so serious, whatever this was, it was making him tense. “Yeah, Nick, go ahead. Ask away.”

            “Greg, are you—Are you attracted to me?” Greg nearly choked on his own breath. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be real. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” Nick stammered, getting up and reaching for his wallet, hand shaking a little. “That was just really stupid of me, I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. I’m just—I’m just gonna go.” He threw some money down on the table.

Greg was stunned to silence. He wanted badly to tell Nick how he felt, to tell him that whenever Nick touched him he got weak in the knees, that his voice sent butterflies straight to his stomach and that for some reason, Nick made him feel like he was back in junior high again, nothing but awkward phrases and blown opportunities. Instead, he was letting him walk out the door.

Greg leapt out of his chair and dropped some money on the table before chasing Nick outside. “Nick, wait!” He was heading towards his car, behind the diner. He raced up to Nick, reaching for his arm. “Nick—”

            “No, Greg, just forget it. It’s none of my business.” He brushed off Greg’s arm and opened the door to his car.

            “I just—Yes.”

            “What?” Nick was frozen halfway into his car.

            “Yes. Yes, I’m attracted to you. Yes, I like men. And yes, I’m telling the truth.” Okay, he just dove into the deep end of the pool. No wading slowly, carefully testing the waters, just dove right in. God, he hoped his hunch was right. Nick had thawed somewhat, getting up and shutting the door to his car, so that he was facing Greg again. He was breathing deeply, wringing his hands. Greg could tell he was thinking again, trying to make a decision about something.

            “Greg, could I—I mean would if be alright if—Fuck it.”

            And then Nick’s lips were against Greg’s, soft and needy and every bit as wonderful as he though they’d be. Sure, he was over-romanticizing the moment, the kiss was short and awkward, lips pressed tightly together, but that was okay, because he’d make sure they try this again. Practice makes perfect.

            His knees went weak. God, he was in junior high again, and he reached his hand out, leaning on Nick to steady himself. He could feel Nick’s heart fluttering in his chest, flying at a rhythm that matched his own.

            “Was—was that okay?” whispered Nick, his eyes timidly searching Greg’s, as if he was waiting to get shot down. Greg must have taken too long to respond because Nick was rambling again, a deep blush growing on his skin. “I’m sorry, I had no right to—I just thought that—”

            “Nick?” interrupted Greg, slightly giddy that he had caused such a reaction in him. Nick had stopped his babble and was staring at Greg again, nervousness coursing through his body. “Shut up for a second,” laughed Greg. He trailed his hand up Nick’s neck, cupping the back of his head, pulling him close for another kiss.

            And apparently, not a lot of practice makes perfect anyway, because this was the kiss that Greg had come to love, slow and leisurely, tongues carefully working open mouths, delighting in the taste of each other.

            He couldn’t imagine not knowing that mouth anymore. Couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not know what that body felt like, near him, around him, on him, in him. Couldn’t imagine not knowing what that voice was like after just waking up, heavy with sleep, raspy and sexy as hell. Couldn’t imagine not knowing what it felt like to be in his arms, to hold him in his own arms, not knowing the taste of his tears.

He squeezed Nick tight again, the sizzling of the omelet bringing Greg out of his head and into the kitchen. “Speaking of blowjobs, you still owe me for falling asleep a couple of days ago.”

            “I thought I made that up to you yesterday.” Greg could feel Nick’s smile just as he could still feel the heat of Nick’s touch, his searing lips, and scorching cock ghosting across his body. He smiled at the memory of the day before. Nick had just as much locked Greg in the bedroom, apologizing by working him to multiple orgasms. He’d lost count after four and then passed out before he could do a post-sex tally. He squeezed Nick tighter, hands searching out the edge of Nick’s shirt, slipping under it to feel the smooth skin and hard muscle.

            “Well, technically you made it up to me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you about it for ever and ever.” Nick placed the fresh omelet on a plate and turned around in Greg’s arms.

            “I ‘technically’ made it up to you?” questioned Nick, cocking an eyebrow as he placed the plate on the counter behind him. “I think I did more than that, babe.” He cupped Greg’s face in his hands, leaning in close, so that his lips grazed lightly against Greg’s, his voice barely a whisper. “Because judging by the way you screamed my name each and every time you came, I think I rocked your world.” Greg exhaled shakily, his grip on Nick tightening.

            “Maybe,” he replied, trying desperately not to betray his growing arousal. He couldn’t let Nick win. He deserved the upper hand because Nick was the one who had fallen asleep, left Greg all alone and unsatisfied. He couldn’t let him win, but Nick’s breath was hot against him, his voice sending shivers down his spine and Greg hadn’t had enough coffee yet to have enough strength to fight back.

            “I bet that right now,” continued Nick, moving his mouth along Greg’s jaw to his ear and his hands down to his hips, “you can still feel me on your skin. Still feel my hands clutching your hips, still feel my mouth on your cock, still feel me deep in your ass. I bet that you can still taste my sweat, taste my mouth, taste yourself. And I bet,” said Nick, sliding his hand inside the waistband of Greg’s boxers, “that right now I could make you come right where you stand.”

            “Fuck,” swore Greg, abandoning all hope of winning and capturing Nick’s mouth with his own. “Feel like testing that theory?” panted Greg as he pulled away, his hips pushing into Nick’s hands.

            “I’d love to,” said Nick, taking Greg’s mouth again. He sucked Greg’s tongue into his mouth, massaging it with his own. He couldn’t control his moan as he tasted coffee and Greg. “But,” he continued, pulling his hand out of Greg’s boxers, the waistband snapping against Greg’s skin, “I have to go to work.”

            Nick left Greg’s arms, a wicked smile on his face. He headed towards the door, grabbing his keys and jacket. “You’re leaving me? Here? Like this?” Greg finally spoke, still in shock and visibly hard.

“It’s your own fault for sleeping too late today.”

“No, it’s your fault for fucking me into oblivion and then sending me into work on two hours sleep.”

“Well, either way I have to go.”

            “What am I supposed to do about this?” asked Greg, gesturing to his obvious erection.

            “Greg, I hardly think that you’re at a loss about what to do about that.”

            “Okay, this is true. But I don’t want to do any of that by myself when I can have you doing it to me.”

            “I’m sorry, babe, but I don’t have time to jack you off before work. You know where that always ends up.” Nick smiled apologetically.

            “Fine,” sighed Greg. “Go to work. I’ll sit here, eat my omelet, read the newspaper and then call you for phone sex.” He glared menacingly at Nick. “I hope Grissom’s nearby when you answer it.”

            Nick rolled his eyes. “We won’t be having phone sex.”

            “Well, maybe you won’t be having phone sex, but I certainly will be.”

            “You know it takes two people to have phone sex.”

            “Yes, one to do the listening and one to have the sex. And just to clarify, I’ll be having the sex, and you’ll be doing the listening.”

            Nick sighed and walked back over to Greg, cupping his face, thumb running over the fresh stubble. “I’m really sorry I can’t stay, but I have to go to work.”

            “You didn’t have to be an evil tease about it,” pouted Greg.

            “I can’t help it. You do crazy things to me.”

            “Stop being all sweet. It’s making it really hard for me to be mad at you.”

            Nick just smiled. “I’ll make this up to you. When you get home, we’ll break out the Kama Sutra, and we can do whatever you like,” said Nick, heading for the door a second time.

            “I guess that’ll be okay,” sighed Greg, rolling his eyes. But the façade only lasted for a moment, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Now get to work so we can have phone sex already.”

Comments

[fred-bear.livejournal.com]

“I bet that right now,” continued Nick, moving his mouth along Greg’s jaw to his ear and his hands down to his hips, “you can still feel me on your skin. Still feel my hands clutching your hips, still feel my mouth on your cock, still feel me deep in your ass. I bet that you can still taste my sweat, taste my mouth, taste yourself. And I bet,” said Nick, sliding his hand inside the waistband of Greg’s boxers, “that right now I could make you come right where you stand.”

Holy Hell, that is HOT! Made me fell quite wibbly!

[quietdiscerning.livejournal.com]

Hmmm I love your version of them. It's still them...just in love with each other.

And I loved the flashback and nervous Nicky....

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

OH Yeah, new part new part, and I just reread the whole series this past weekend on my trip still wondering if Greg had his problem taking care of, and what do you do, give me another one, you tease you. So, do we get phone sex in the next chapter??? Please??? Oh, and more angst, smut and angst, Kelly is such a happy girl tonight.
So excited there's more of this coming, I knew you woudn't forget about us. Yeah, angst and smut.

[0creativity.livejournal.com]

Yay! I love you and this story.

[imyourally.livejournal.com]

You can't see me right now, but I have this huge grin on my face. The scene with their first kiss was just magic. I can totally see that happening and Nick was all nervous and didn't even wait for Greg to answer.

And then at the end with Greg going on about phone sex. That was just so funny. And kinda hot. Yeah.

[acroarcs.livejournal.com]

“But,” he continued, pulling his hand out of Greg’s boxers, the waistband snapping against Greg’s skin, “I have to go to work.”

You are such a horrible tease. I'm so upset, I'll just have to think about phone sex instead. I hope Nick's on a scene with Ecklie or something when Greg calls so he has absolutely no chance of doing anything about it. Would serve him right, being so awful to Greg like that.

[(Anonymous)]

“I bet that right now,” continued Nick, moving his mouth along Greg’s jaw to his ear and his hands down to his hips, “you can still feel me on your skin. Still feel my hands clutching your hips, still feel my mouth on your cock, still feel me deep in your ass. I bet that you can still taste my sweat, taste my mouth, taste yourself. And I bet,” said Nick, sliding his hand inside the waistband of Greg’s boxers, “that right now I could make you come right where you stand.”
faint,pick up the jaw on the floor.I think I need a drink

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

*hands you a towel and a fan* You'll be needing them for the next chapter. ;) I am evil and I love it. Thanks for the feedback!

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Thank you, and I love nervous Nicky too, he's just so honorable and upstanding, you can't help but shake your head and laugh.

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Hehe, next chapter will be smut-tastic, and there'll be plenty of smut thrown into the rest of the story. Now the angst will take a bit longer to build. There will be some angst in the early chapters, but once I get to Grave Danger (which will play a big role in the fic, somewhere in the middle), it'll be like an angst bomb went off in here.

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you sooo much!

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

Smut, angst, then angst bomb plus GD!! You know I love you, I do, seriously, so excited, a whole new series, oh boy. I am so excited that all of these new people have gotten into Nick/Greg cause for a while back there it felt as if the love was going away, and now it's stronger in fandom than I remember. Oh, I can't wait until next part, this sounds awesome, not back to work on video, this may be an all day project.

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Yay! It's nice to know I can get people to smile. And yeah, I totally seeing Nick coaching himself in his head: "Today's the day, today's the day...uhh, maybe tomorrow's the day" and then getting so frustrated with himself, he finally just goes "Fuck it!"

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry, Greg will have his sweet, sweet revenge, I can promise you that. ;)

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

*hands you a large bottle of cold water* I have a feeling you might be needing it for the next chapter. ;)

[(Anonymous)]

oh~ok,ok,deep breath,1,2,3,ok,I think I still need a fan.
love Nick in tease mood,I bet he did that and be a evil tease to Greggo just so he could technically make it up to him later XD

[squara.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm. Inappropriately timed phone sex. I can't wait.

Nick is so evil, making an omelet like a nice BF, then being a tease. He deserves to be tourtured by Greg.

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Oh, most definitely. But I don't think either of them mind very much. XD

[kalimyre.livejournal.com]

Hee! Also, I want to see that phone sex. Specifically, I want to see Nick trying like hell to look natural while Grissom eyes him suspiciously and asks who's on the phone. *g*

[cunnane.livejournal.com]

They're both such teases! I am seriously hoping for an entirely inappropriate moment for Greg to phone Nick, I'm torn between wanting him to be with Hodges/Grissom/Ecklie (not in a slashy way...=S) when Greg phones, can't decide which would be most hilarious. Can't wait to see the smutty embarrassment :D

~x~

[flipflopadd1ct.livejournal.com]

Shit. That was HOT.

“What am I supposed to do about this?” asked Greg, gesturing to his obvious erection. - That mental image could keep me going for weeks!!! You are going to kill me! In a good way ;)

And Greg should so totally call Nick at work. That would be both super sexy and evil. I love it!

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Haha. Don't worry, you'll get your phone sex. ;)

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thanks, and I don't think you'll be waiting long for smutty embarrassment. XD *tries not to think too hard about Greg/Hodges/Grissom/Ecklie foursome*...crap, now I'm going to need a lobotomy...

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

If I do end up killing you, at least you'll die "happy." XD

[cunnane.livejournal.com]

I think I'll have to join you on the operating table, that's one image that however hard you try stays very much burnt into your brain like an ugly blood stain on your favourite top that just won't come out. Why? Why?! Damn my brain!

~x~

[flipflopadd1ct.livejournal.com]

"Happy" is right =O ;)

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Fans self, pant, pant. This is wonderful and can't wait for the next part. I LOVE this. The part where they first kiss is so sweet I actually started crying. Sigh. Wish I could write like that.

[xris-xrossd.livejournal.com]

I love this series you've got going on. Every time I read a new installment, I end up laughing too loud and scaring my fiancee. Excellent job! Keep Writing!

X

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Thank you. And you *can* write like that. Anyone can. Just read everything you can and write all the time. The majority of stuff you write will be crap (I edit soo many times and you would not believe the amount of half-started stories are on my computer), but the more you do it, the better you'll get. It's one of those stupid Practice makes perfect things. ;)

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Thank you, and it's nice to know I can help strike fear into loved ones. :D

[kahlualeia.livejournal.com]

So HOT. Loved the flashback too, Nick all flustered is so easy to picture.

And aprons and blowjobs? That'll be MY happy thought too, for a while :-)

::fans self::

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Yeah, aprons and blowjobs=happy thoughts. XD Thanks for commenting.