Swapping Scars
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nickngregTitle: Swapping Scars
Author: Cunnane
Rating: R (sexual references and one swear word)
Written for the "Scar" challenge
Summary: Every scar tells a story...however embarrassing it may be.
A/N: I had promised myself not to write anything until the exams were over, but a challenge is just too attractive (especially where Nick and Greg are involved) and I figured since they'd all be one-shots, I'd be safe doing them.
Nick knew he’d be in trouble the minute Greg started talking about scars, and how you can tell a lot about a person from how they obtained them.
“See this one here?” he’d said, pointing to his upper arm, “Tuberculosis jab…nothing interesting. But this one here,” this time pointing to the side of his knee, “this little baby was caused by crashing into a table in the throes of passion, not that I was complaining at the time. Anyway, that shows that I’m dedicated, not many people would do that to their knee and then get down on it to give a blowjob to their favourite Texan. That makes me noble as well. Then of course there are the scars on my back. They’ve taught me to take nothing for granted. And this one, see down on my big toe? That happened during my ill-fated summer job gutting fish. Quick tip: Don’t wear sandals around hooks and knives. That teaches me to think before I dress, which, contrary to popular belief, I do. See? Each scar tells a picture. Plus chicks dig scars” That was followed by a wink and rewarded by a sarcastic look from Nick. “Yeah, fine I know, I don’t care, but seriously, if I ever start to dig chicks again, they will dig me, you dig?”
“No, but I have been buried.”
Nick was trying to be light hearted, trying to turn his pain into something else that could be seen as positive, trying to get over it by trivialising the matter. As soon as he saw Greg’s face fall in that familiar way that said he knew he’d let someone else down, Nick knew his attempt had failed. He kicked himself for being so stupid.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
Nick put an arm round Greg to gently let him know that it wasn’t his fault.
“Ah man, it’s cool, just stop talking about your animal magnetism, you’re getting me worried.”
Greg snuggled up to Nick on the couch and nuzzled his head on Nick’s shoulder.
“If you weren’t being so sarcastic, I’d be touched right now.”
Nick smiled and winked at Greg.
“Someone fancies their chances this evening then, who says I’m touching you anywhere?”
Greg looked up, grinning and using those puppy dog eyes that let Nick know he was in for a lot of teasing this evening. To be fair, it was his own fault.
“You’re not touching me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you.”
And with that, he made a playful leap for Nick’s right hand, grabbing it and turning it so the palm was facing upwards. On the side of Nick’s wrist was an old scar that he had thought nobody had ever noticed. Hoped nobody had noticed.
“So Nicky, what story does your scar tell?”
“Not much of one, can’t even remember how I did it.”
As soon as he said it, he knew Greg wasn’t buying. He should have come up with a cover story, saving a baby from the onslaught of a truck/Siberian tiger/flying dagger, that sort of thing.
“Nick Stokes, you are the worst damn liar the world has ever known. Now tell me how you got that scar…don’t make me withhold my sex again, not after the “Danny or Martin?” incident. Remember that? I can do it. You see my expression? This is my threatening look. Don’t make me follow it through…”
“All I said was Martin was better looking.” Nick muttered.
“Quiet you! Don’t bring it up again. We argued, you were wrong, I accepted it, I got over it. Now, back to that scar…”
Nick sighed and shrugged Greg off him in order to get up.
“Greg, it’s not that interesting, seriously.”
He made his way to the kitchen, hoping to evade Greg’s questioning. He should have known Greg would pursue the issue, questioning him as he followed.
“Well if it’s not that interesting, why don’t you want to say?”
“Because…well…I don’t. What’s so wrong about that?”
Greg looked almost hurt.
“We made a pact Nick. Remember the pact. I was there, you were there…Good times. Anyway, we agreed, no more secrets. I don’t remember you bringing up the condition that scars were exempt from the deal.” Greg suddenly frowned as something crossed his mind. “If it’s something really bad, I want to know, I want to help.”
Nick grinned sheepishly. “Don’t worry G, it’s not bad, it’s just…well, embarrassing.”
All of a sudden, Greg went from apologetic to evil, “In which case, I definitely want to know. C’mon Stokes, spill. You can’t hide forever, and in any case, you ain’t gettin’ none of my hot lovin’ until you tell.”
Nick sighed, beaten. He knew when he should just let Greg win. He just never let stuff go. Plus he was intrigued by the “hot lovin’” aspect of the deal.
“Fine. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
“I promise to try not to laugh.”
“Close enough I guess. Well I got it when I was seventeen. My mom decided I had to have a clear out to get ready for when I left home. I agreed because I knew I had some crap I’d collected through the years that I didn’t really need. But when it came to it, we disagreed on some of the things to be thrown out…one thing in particular.”
He stopped, thinking Greg might not notice he’d stopped the story half way through.
“And…what did you disagree on? And how did that lead to you getting that scar?”
Nick sighed, knowing he’d have to tell the whole embarrassing tale. “Well, I got angry over this thing she wanted me to throw, and I punched a hole through the window. It was the first time I’d ever really disobeyed my parents.”
“That’s not at all embarrassing. Wait…what did she want you to throw out?”
“It’s not that important, you know how I got the scar now.”
“It can’t be that embarrassing Nick.”
“Right fine, she wanted…she wanted to throw away…my woobie.”
Nick looked at Greg, who was trying hard not to burst into hysterical laughter.
“So, at seventeen years of age, you wanted your woobie so bad that you…you punched a hole through a window?”
So embarrassed was Nick at this point that all he could manage was a single word of affirmation. “Yes.”
Greg had tried to stay calm, but at that he spluttered and burst into laughter.
“Sorry Nick, sorry, I tried.”
Nick shook his head, but he was beginning to see the funny side too. In a matter of seconds, both men were on the floor of their kitchen clutching each other and laughing hysterically. Once it had subsided into occasional giggles, Nick turned to Greg.
“So, what does that story say about me?”
“It says that you are the sweetest, cutest man that ever walked the earth, and I love you.”
“You can tell all that just from looking at my scar?”
“That’s what makes me a great CSI.”
Nick smiled. He was relieved that Greg didn’t think any less of him, although he wasn’t entirely certain that the entire CSI team wouldn’t know about this once Greg got into work.
“Hey Greg, what was that you said about hot lovin’?”
Greg leaned over and gave Nick a lingering kiss on the lips.
“Why don’t you come into the bedroom and find out?”
Yup, sometimes honesty was definitely the best policy.
~x~
Author: Cunnane
Rating: R (sexual references and one swear word)
Written for the "Scar" challenge
Summary: Every scar tells a story...however embarrassing it may be.
A/N: I had promised myself not to write anything until the exams were over, but a challenge is just too attractive (especially where Nick and Greg are involved) and I figured since they'd all be one-shots, I'd be safe doing them.
Nick knew he’d be in trouble the minute Greg started talking about scars, and how you can tell a lot about a person from how they obtained them.
“See this one here?” he’d said, pointing to his upper arm, “Tuberculosis jab…nothing interesting. But this one here,” this time pointing to the side of his knee, “this little baby was caused by crashing into a table in the throes of passion, not that I was complaining at the time. Anyway, that shows that I’m dedicated, not many people would do that to their knee and then get down on it to give a blowjob to their favourite Texan. That makes me noble as well. Then of course there are the scars on my back. They’ve taught me to take nothing for granted. And this one, see down on my big toe? That happened during my ill-fated summer job gutting fish. Quick tip: Don’t wear sandals around hooks and knives. That teaches me to think before I dress, which, contrary to popular belief, I do. See? Each scar tells a picture. Plus chicks dig scars” That was followed by a wink and rewarded by a sarcastic look from Nick. “Yeah, fine I know, I don’t care, but seriously, if I ever start to dig chicks again, they will dig me, you dig?”
“No, but I have been buried.”
Nick was trying to be light hearted, trying to turn his pain into something else that could be seen as positive, trying to get over it by trivialising the matter. As soon as he saw Greg’s face fall in that familiar way that said he knew he’d let someone else down, Nick knew his attempt had failed. He kicked himself for being so stupid.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
Nick put an arm round Greg to gently let him know that it wasn’t his fault.
“Ah man, it’s cool, just stop talking about your animal magnetism, you’re getting me worried.”
Greg snuggled up to Nick on the couch and nuzzled his head on Nick’s shoulder.
“If you weren’t being so sarcastic, I’d be touched right now.”
Nick smiled and winked at Greg.
“Someone fancies their chances this evening then, who says I’m touching you anywhere?”
Greg looked up, grinning and using those puppy dog eyes that let Nick know he was in for a lot of teasing this evening. To be fair, it was his own fault.
“You’re not touching me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you.”
And with that, he made a playful leap for Nick’s right hand, grabbing it and turning it so the palm was facing upwards. On the side of Nick’s wrist was an old scar that he had thought nobody had ever noticed. Hoped nobody had noticed.
“So Nicky, what story does your scar tell?”
“Not much of one, can’t even remember how I did it.”
As soon as he said it, he knew Greg wasn’t buying. He should have come up with a cover story, saving a baby from the onslaught of a truck/Siberian tiger/flying dagger, that sort of thing.
“Nick Stokes, you are the worst damn liar the world has ever known. Now tell me how you got that scar…don’t make me withhold my sex again, not after the “Danny or Martin?” incident. Remember that? I can do it. You see my expression? This is my threatening look. Don’t make me follow it through…”
“All I said was Martin was better looking.” Nick muttered.
“Quiet you! Don’t bring it up again. We argued, you were wrong, I accepted it, I got over it. Now, back to that scar…”
Nick sighed and shrugged Greg off him in order to get up.
“Greg, it’s not that interesting, seriously.”
He made his way to the kitchen, hoping to evade Greg’s questioning. He should have known Greg would pursue the issue, questioning him as he followed.
“Well if it’s not that interesting, why don’t you want to say?”
“Because…well…I don’t. What’s so wrong about that?”
Greg looked almost hurt.
“We made a pact Nick. Remember the pact. I was there, you were there…Good times. Anyway, we agreed, no more secrets. I don’t remember you bringing up the condition that scars were exempt from the deal.” Greg suddenly frowned as something crossed his mind. “If it’s something really bad, I want to know, I want to help.”
Nick grinned sheepishly. “Don’t worry G, it’s not bad, it’s just…well, embarrassing.”
All of a sudden, Greg went from apologetic to evil, “In which case, I definitely want to know. C’mon Stokes, spill. You can’t hide forever, and in any case, you ain’t gettin’ none of my hot lovin’ until you tell.”
Nick sighed, beaten. He knew when he should just let Greg win. He just never let stuff go. Plus he was intrigued by the “hot lovin’” aspect of the deal.
“Fine. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
“I promise to try not to laugh.”
“Close enough I guess. Well I got it when I was seventeen. My mom decided I had to have a clear out to get ready for when I left home. I agreed because I knew I had some crap I’d collected through the years that I didn’t really need. But when it came to it, we disagreed on some of the things to be thrown out…one thing in particular.”
He stopped, thinking Greg might not notice he’d stopped the story half way through.
“And…what did you disagree on? And how did that lead to you getting that scar?”
Nick sighed, knowing he’d have to tell the whole embarrassing tale. “Well, I got angry over this thing she wanted me to throw, and I punched a hole through the window. It was the first time I’d ever really disobeyed my parents.”
“That’s not at all embarrassing. Wait…what did she want you to throw out?”
“It’s not that important, you know how I got the scar now.”
“It can’t be that embarrassing Nick.”
“Right fine, she wanted…she wanted to throw away…my woobie.”
Nick looked at Greg, who was trying hard not to burst into hysterical laughter.
“So, at seventeen years of age, you wanted your woobie so bad that you…you punched a hole through a window?”
So embarrassed was Nick at this point that all he could manage was a single word of affirmation. “Yes.”
Greg had tried to stay calm, but at that he spluttered and burst into laughter.
“Sorry Nick, sorry, I tried.”
Nick shook his head, but he was beginning to see the funny side too. In a matter of seconds, both men were on the floor of their kitchen clutching each other and laughing hysterically. Once it had subsided into occasional giggles, Nick turned to Greg.
“So, what does that story say about me?”
“It says that you are the sweetest, cutest man that ever walked the earth, and I love you.”
“You can tell all that just from looking at my scar?”
“That’s what makes me a great CSI.”
Nick smiled. He was relieved that Greg didn’t think any less of him, although he wasn’t entirely certain that the entire CSI team wouldn’t know about this once Greg got into work.
“Hey Greg, what was that you said about hot lovin’?”
Greg leaned over and gave Nick a lingering kiss on the lips.
“Why don’t you come into the bedroom and find out?”
Yup, sometimes honesty was definitely the best policy.
~x~
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