The talk

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Title: Is it worth it, chapter 8: the talk.
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: R
Summary: Greg has a heart to heart with Nick's mother.
Warning/Spoiler: Set after Grave Danger.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.


“That’s your hand, that’s Grandma’s nose, that’s your ear, that’s Grandma’s necklace.” Of all the things he’d ever woken to in his life this took the price for strangeness. In the armchair next to the couch sat Jillian Stokes playing with his daughter as if she were her grandmother.
“Oh you’re awake.” Jillian looked at him with a big smile on her face, not so unlike Nick’s.

“Yeah, I guess so.” His brain made a vain attempt at sounding smart and failed miserably.
“As you can hear the Stokes men are having a snoring competition.” She giggled and his brain allowed the heavy snoring to penetrate his consciousness.
“Hmm, you been sitting here long?” He moved into a more sitting position keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around him.
“About an hour, I think Bill’s snoring woke her.” She shared another big smile with Louise.

“Greg, me and Bill we’ll be going home later today. He doesn’t need us here; he needs you and this little darling.” Jillian bounced Louise on her knee.
“I heard him earlier…” She looked at him as if she needed his permission to continue.
“I don’t know much about gay-sex.” She blurted when he nodded.
“Do you want to?” Was he about to have a sex-conversation with Nick’s mother? His head was hurting so bad that his brain only then caught up with his mouth.

“He asked you to… arhm… you know.” She became tomato-red in her face and he took over.
“Have sex with him.” He didn’t feel like elaborating on the fact that her son had wanted him to fuck him.
“He didn’t put it like that.” She stammered still blushing hard.
“I know, he… ehm… there’s…” He trailed off taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Okay, when it comes to gay-guys there are some who are tops and some who are bottoms and a lot who just have sex either way.” He took a deep breath and she nodded for him to carry on. It felt worse than any testimony he’d ever had to give.
“Most tops thinks that their…” He looked at her and Louise not really wanting his little girl to hear what he had to say.

“You can say ass, she’ll learn soon enough.” Jillian’s blush had diminished somewhat.
“Right, okay top-guys believe that their asses are exits only. Bottoms… well some take it up their ass…” He was ready for that big old black hole.
“Because they’re submissive others because they want to be as female as possible, but most that I’ve met do it because it feels really good.” He swallowed hard seeking for moisture to his dry mouth.

“It’s that prostate thing right?” She was sporting a very courtroom professional mask.
“Yes and for women… well like we men can never know what stimulation of a clitoris is like…” His brain and mouth were having serious trouble cooperating.
“Then you can never know what it feels like to have the prostate stimulated.” He studied the carpet like he had never seen one before hoping that the stars on it were produced by his headache.

“Have you and Nick talked about… this you know sex?” Her professional mask faltered again and he nodded.
“At the hospital, the way he was earlier… it started in the hospital. Sometimes we would just find ourselves talking about sex and sometimes he wanted… more than just talk.” He was more than ready to prove Sara right about spontaneous combustion.

“What is he?” She asked quietly while smoothing Louise’s clothes for any crease real or imaginary.
“He said bottom, but he hasn’t… tried… eh gone all the way that many times.” His face burned almost as much as his back.
“What about… you know … safe sex?” Jillian looked cautiously at him.

“I was a teenager in the late eighties where the aids-scare was at it highest. I mean we sat in class learning how to roll condoms on carrots. So I got the picture and have never gone barebacked.” The conversation was getting to him and he wasn’t sure that he could manage to keep a straight face for much longer.
“Did you talk to him about that?” How could she not see that he was dying?

“Yeah, it seems that he has… played it safe too. Besides we get tested twice a year because of the job. For all kinds of blood transmitted diseases that is.” He felt like he was on fire and the first wave of nausea washed over him.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’m just curious and strangely…” She trailed off clearly searching for the right words.

“Intrigued! Most women are by gay-sex.” He stated and when she nodded he elaborated.
“A lot of gay-porn is actually written by women. I think it’s because gays are known to be more sensitive and women like to see that in man, but they won’t choose a guy for it.”
“They want an alpha-male.” She interrupted him and he nodded.
“The unknown attracts, especially if we can never have it.” She continued.

Louise did her frown that meant she would need a diaper change in less than five minutes. Jillian held her out to him.
“I think she needs her daddy.”
“Yeah, come here you little diaper abuser. Eh… Jillian by the way where did changing table come from?” He had forgotten to ask Nick earlier.
“He asked us to get one.” She smiled apologetic. He sighed and shook his head regretting the move immediately.

He sat Louise down on the bathroom floor and dropped to his knees in front of the toilet knowing that the headache was about to turn into a damn close imitation of a migraine.
“Åh din pappa har det ikke særlig bra.” He managed before the retching began.
It took three big heaves and two small ones before it was over. While he’d had his head in the bowl Louise had found the toilet-brush and overturned it and its container.

While he was busy cleaning the toilet she found the toilet paper and began to roll it out.
“Will you stop?! My head hurts, I feel sick and I need to change you. Stop that.” He lifted her up on to the changing table and locked eyes with her. She made a few gaga sounds and reached for his hair.
“You’re hopeless. You know that don’t you?” He cooed and sat about changing her unable to be angry with her.

Somehow he managed to brush his teeth, find a headache pill and put the bathroom back together before Jillian came looking for him.
“Are you okay?” She asked when he reentered the living room.
“Nah, I got a real bad headache. It’s not migraine but it comes close. And she made an attempt at taking the bathroom apart. The little devil.” He smiled at Louise.

“Your back?” She asked in that courtroom voice.
“Yeah what about it?” His brain was slightly numb from the pill and he was beyond caring.
“It’s from that explosion right?” He nodded and she continued.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Not really, it does now but I’m sure it’s just because of the stress and the headache.” He laid down on the couch with Louise and let the effect of the painkiller relax him.

“I’ll go in and turn Bill over and see if we can get some peace.” She walked off to the guest bedroom and he felt the steady rhythm of Louise’s breath dragging him towards sleep.
“I’m sorry about before.” Nick said before he managed to fall asleep.
“It’s okay.” He mumbled keeping his eyes closed.
“No it’s not.” Nick ran a hand over his cheek.

“Not to sound like a cliché but I’ve got a splitting headache.” He sat up slightly and opened his eyes. Nick was standing behind the couch looking like sorry personified.
“I heard some of what you and momma talked about and that you got sick.” Nick’s words were so soft they felt like a gentle caress.
“Hmm, she’s a bit intimidating. I sometimes get a migraine-like headache and usually when I desperately need to stay focused. It only happens like once every other year but it’s an absolute killer.” Nick eased down on the couch behind him.

“I promise to keep my hands above the blanket.” Nick whispered and he allowed the Texan to wrap the strong arms around him and his little girl.
“So is this normal-Nick?” He asked hoping for the best.
“Scared-Nick I think, but definitely not horny-Nick. When I realized… it was really scary.” Nick sounded so embarrassed.

“I know momma can be a bit… you know inquisitive. But I think you passed with flying colors. Did you take something for the headache?” Nick’s low rumble was very comforting.
“Yeah I found some in you bathroom and took a half, I react pretty strongly to them and would just have ended throwing it up if I took the whole one.” Being sandwiched between the two strong heartbeats relaxed him enough to fall asleep.

A sharp pain to his throat brought an abrupt end to his dolphin-surfing.
“Sorry, she’s too fast for me.” Nick said from behind him sending vibrations through his body. He opened his eyes and all he saw was Louise being lifted by Nick’s arms from behind him.
“Been awake long?” He murmured still not quite lucid.
“About half an hour, she woke me. I think she’s got a thing for my nose.”

“How’s the head?” Nick’s question made him do a careful check on his state of pain.
“Definitely better. How long to the doctors’ appointment?” He yawned and stretched as much as he could considering that he was half laying on Nick.
“Three hours, so I’m thinking I should make us all some breakfast and you can go and have a shower.” Nick sounded so normal and he hated that it could change in an instant. He hated that he couldn’t just turn around and kiss and touch the strong beautiful body.

“Nick, I didn’t bring any clothes, heck I didn’t even get proper dressed last night.” He turned and looked awkwardly at Nick.
“It’s okay you can borrow some of mine.” Nick looked at him with those lovely dark eyes and he turned and looked at Louise to avoid doing something he wasn’t ready for.
“Yeah right you may not be taller than me, but all that beefcake takes up a lot more clothing than my slender youthful torso does.”

“Beefcake???!! My carefully toned muscles. You’re just jealous, you scrawny little field mouse.” Nick bantered back and it felt so much like the good old days, before explosions and burials.
“Field mouse?!” His voice hit an all time high with mock indignation.
“Yeah you’re no longer in the lab; hence you’ve been demoted from lab rat to field mouse.” Nick grinned and that big smile was just so kissable.

“Well you better find some clothes for me or do you want me to go naked with you to the doctor, so I can get arrested for indecent behavior?” He started to move off the couch.
“I kinda like the idea of you naked. But not arrested.” Nick said as he got up from the couch too. For a short moment he feared that horny-Nick had taken over until Nick mouthed ‘sorry’.

He followed Nick into the bedroom where the Texan dug out a pair of boxers from a drawer and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was in a stretchy fabric and he knew that he never seen Nick in it, he would so have remembered if Nick had worn a spray-on shirt. Next item Nick handed him was a pair of black jeans, no surprise in that. The only surprise was how small they were compared to what he normal saw Nick in. Nick added a belt on top of the pile and disappeared out into the kitchen with Louise.

In the bathroom he made a quick survey of Nick’s hair products and to his surprise he found both shampoo and conditioner in his favorite brand. He stood back and gave the whole bathroom the CSI look-over. Since he had been there last, which was no more than two months ago, several things had appeared. The toothpaste he preferred, a hairdryer, styling gel and mousse and the toothbrush he had used last night had still been in the wrapping.

The changing table, a disposable razor his brand, an aftershave and deodorant in his brand and even the kind of lotion that he always kept a bottle of in his locker. As he looked around the list just grew and grew. Somehow Nick had gotten all the toiletries that he and Louise would need. It both scared and amazed him, because he had spent next to 24/7 with Nick since he had adopted Louise.

The shower and the shave refreshed him, though the nights’ headache and interrupted sleep still lingered. He dressed in his borrowed feathers and apart from not really being his style he was quite pleased with his reflection in the mirror. Knowing how obsessive Nick had become with his hair he did it to damn near the best chaos perfection he had ever managed.

A/N: dagdrommer helped me with the Norwegian in the story and for that I am grateful.

Åh din pappa har det ikke særlig bra= oh your daddy don’t feel to well.