Make Believe
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nickngregTitle: Make Believe
Author: Leigh
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Nick owes Greg, Greg needs a favour
Disclaimer: As hard as I wish it, they're not mine
Notes: Are we there yet? Um no, but we're getting there.
Friday night was Nick's rostered night off so it was only Greg who had to switch nights with someone. Catherine was not surprisingly more than willing; they just hoped no one else would notice that they were both absent together.
Greg had decided that it would be best if they made the journey in Nick's Tahoe. It was roomier and was probably more likely to make it out of the state without conking out on them unlike his little silver Jetta, as sweet as she was.
Taking Nick's car meant that they were meeting at Nick's apartment, in half an hour in fact and yet Nick still hadn't even packed. He stood in the middle of his bedroom, clothes strewn around him like he were the sun in a universe of pants and shirts. Nick had never really been one for fashion; sure he liked to look nice, but dressing for a weekend with Greg? Nothing seemed to be just right, especially with the added pressure of having to look like he belonged with Greg. Greg who managed to look effortlessly cool no matter what he happened to throw on.
*Why would anyone believe a young, hot, stylish guy who could probably have just about anyone, would settle for me* Nick thought, catching his reflection in the mirrored closet door and contemplating what he saw there. He tried his best to keep in shape and liked to think he had a relatively good body to show for it. People had always told him he was attractive, ever since he hit his teens. Back when all his sisters had sleep overs and he'd discover the curler adorned heads of their guests poking out from under his bed, shiny braces gleaming in giggling mouths when they were caught out spying on him, trying their best to impress as his mother ushered them out as she sighed, "You're going to be a heart breaker you are."
There had been a lot of heartbreak, but it was usually Nick left picking up the shattered pieces of is own heart rather than the other way around. He knew his lifestyle was difficult to become accustomed to, with the hours he worked and the work that he did. He knew that it was going to take a certain kind of someone to be the one who stuck around, to not leave him high and dry the second they felt ignored. He'd always thought there'd be plenty of time to find that someone. But now, staring at his mirror self he thought *Time is running out*
And what would this someone think when they finally got here? Leaning closer Nick inspected his face, the fine wrinkles forming where his face creased into a smile and wondered when he had started to get old. It had seemed to sneak up on him all of a sudden. He looked around his room, trinkets and gifts and photos from years passed. He picked up his favourite photo; it was of himself and his best friend from college, Jensen. They were at their graduation party, both drunk off their asses, wearing tutus for reasons never known to even them, making out like there was no tomorrow. He looked so young, happy even.
*Man time flies* he thought looking at his watch *Whoa speaking of time! *
He now had seven minutes before Greg arrived. He grabbed a bunch of plain, fitted shirts from the closet; one black, one red, one white and threw them in the general direction of his suitcase along with some underwear, some faded Levi's and a pair of black dress pants.
He scrambled for the bathroom yanking open the cabinet and grabbing his toothbrush, toothpaste and cologne and then pausing. Right there on the bottom shelf, condoms and a bottle of lubricant. Nick quirked his eyebrow at the offending articles then shrugged in a 'what the hell' gesture as he scooped them up with the rest of the stuff and raced back to the bedroom, dumping the bundle on top of his bag when he heard the doorbell ring.
Abandoning packing for the moment, Nick ran for the front door, pausing to regain his composure before pulling it open.
And there was Greg, rocking the aforementioned 'effortless cool' in loose black cargos held dangerously low on his narrow hips by a studded belt, a black leather wrist band fastened with a silver buckle and a hot pink fitted t-shirt with a faded, cracked transfer that read 'Young & Beautiful' in curly white script. A black canvas backpack was hung casually over one shoulder. Nick eyed the shirt *rub it in why don't you* before stepping aside to let Greg in.
"Hey man. I'm running a little behind but ah...make yourself at home or...whatever. I'll just be a few minutes."
"Sure. Take your time." Greg said, letting his bag slide to the floor as he watched Nick's quickly retreating back. Blinking and slightly confused by the flustered welcoming, he decided to follow.
When Nick returned to the bedroom the first thing he saw was the lube and condoms he'd left on top of his stuff. Now that Greg was here, in his house, looking so damn unobtainable Nick felt stupid, presumptuous and very much like a dirty old man. What had he been thinking?
Grabbing up the stuff he made to move for the bathroom before noticing that Greg had followed him to his room. He quickly tucked his hands behind his back and tried his best at casual.
"Wow Nick." Greg moved further into the room, kicking a path through the clothes on the carpet. "I was expecting you to be a little neater than this. Sure you don't need any help packing?" he began surveying the rest of the room, turning slowly on his heel to take it all in.
Not wanting to give him a reason to turn around Nick managed a "No thanks." Before taking advantage of Greg's turned back and launching the condoms and lube at the open closet door then kicking it shut as they landed. He turned to see what Greg was up to just as he was about to reach the shelf that held all of Nick's photos, including the one of him and Jensen.
Nick legged it over to Greg and slid into his path to the shelf, his back pressed against it, arms spread, like a human shield.
"You know why don't you just wait in the car, I won't be long."
Greg was confused again, was Nick kicking him out? He hadn't seemed altogether normal since Greg had arrived.
"Look Nick if your uncomfortable in anyway, if this is getting too weird for you or your getting cold feet, now would be the time to tell me. Rather than say, halfway to California."
Nick tried hard not to look like Bambi caught in headlights but he couldn't help it. This was it. Greg was probably trying to give him a reason to pull out. He'd probably found someone else he'd rather take. But Nick decided he wasn't going out that easily.
"No no, I'm cool. I want to go, really. It's just packing makes me crazy. Probably best to steer clear till I'm done."
Greg seemed to buy that and raised a humoured eyebrow at Nick. "You know we're only gone for a weekend right? And it's a barbeque, not a fashion show." He said with a chuckle, moving to Nick's suitcase to take a look. "See look you're already good to go. Pants, shirts, toothbrush. It's not rocket science you know. Besides, you know you're gonna look hot no matter what you wear." He grinned and pulled the bag closed. "But if it makes you more comfortable, I'll be in the car while you finish up here. Where are your keys?"
"Um...the front door." Nick was slightly dazed as he watched Greg walk out of the bedroom.
*He thinks I'm hot? *
He shook his head clear and started gathering up the discarded clothes as he muttered to himself. "No dumbass, he's just trying to hurry you the fuck up."
At least Greg hadn't tried to uninvited him. Although if Nick was going to be such a babbling mess around him all weekend, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea.
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Greg let himself into the passenger side of Nick's truck, letting out a loud sigh as he sank back into the seat. Something was definitely up with Nick, he just couldn't figure out what. He'd even given him the opportunity to back out but the older man hadn't taken it. However that didn't make it anymore convincing that he wanted to come along.
* This is going to be a looong drive * he thought, dreading the awkward silences that were bound to fill this very car. CD's were definitely in order to fill the lulls in conversation so he pulled his bag though from the back seat and rummaged for his carry case.
His hand brushed against a box and he wondered for a second what it was before he remembered. Condoms. He'd packed them on a whim, a guy can dream can't he? And boy did he dream. He didn't have the most highly tuned gaydar but he's always wondered about Nick, and if he would ever have a chance. Ever since his first day in the lab, Nick Stokes had been at the very top of his fantasy list. But after witnessing Nick's growing awkwardness over this arrangement, Greg was almost convinced that condoms were about as needed on this trip as snowshoes in Sydney.
He shoved the box further down into the bag and found the CD he was searching for. He slipped it in the CD player and stuck the key in the ignition, the dashboard lights illuminating, glowing soft blue as that stereo started up.
In your eyes, I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Greg leaned his head back, closing his eyes and softly sang along. He let his mind drift to thoughts of Nick and what this weekend could have been. It didn't hurt to fantasize. Hell he'd been doing it long enough and nothing had fallen off yet. Besides one good thing had come out of all this. He'd been so wrapped up in thinking about Nick; he barely had time to think about seeing his family.
The song changed as Greg opened his eyes to see Nick making his way to the car.
This poison's my intoxication
Intoxicated was a fairly good description of how Greg felt whenever Nick was around. But he'd managed to play it cool so far; he just had to keep it up. He allowed himself to check Nick out as he sauntered toward the drivers side before promising himself that he would try not to let himself think of the other man that way. That is, until they had to pretend to be madly in love of course, how could he forget that part?
As Nick got in the car and grinned at him, Greg wondered if this was such a good idea after all.
Author: Leigh
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Nick owes Greg, Greg needs a favour
Disclaimer: As hard as I wish it, they're not mine
Notes: Are we there yet? Um no, but we're getting there.
Friday night was Nick's rostered night off so it was only Greg who had to switch nights with someone. Catherine was not surprisingly more than willing; they just hoped no one else would notice that they were both absent together.
Greg had decided that it would be best if they made the journey in Nick's Tahoe. It was roomier and was probably more likely to make it out of the state without conking out on them unlike his little silver Jetta, as sweet as she was.
Taking Nick's car meant that they were meeting at Nick's apartment, in half an hour in fact and yet Nick still hadn't even packed. He stood in the middle of his bedroom, clothes strewn around him like he were the sun in a universe of pants and shirts. Nick had never really been one for fashion; sure he liked to look nice, but dressing for a weekend with Greg? Nothing seemed to be just right, especially with the added pressure of having to look like he belonged with Greg. Greg who managed to look effortlessly cool no matter what he happened to throw on.
*Why would anyone believe a young, hot, stylish guy who could probably have just about anyone, would settle for me* Nick thought, catching his reflection in the mirrored closet door and contemplating what he saw there. He tried his best to keep in shape and liked to think he had a relatively good body to show for it. People had always told him he was attractive, ever since he hit his teens. Back when all his sisters had sleep overs and he'd discover the curler adorned heads of their guests poking out from under his bed, shiny braces gleaming in giggling mouths when they were caught out spying on him, trying their best to impress as his mother ushered them out as she sighed, "You're going to be a heart breaker you are."
There had been a lot of heartbreak, but it was usually Nick left picking up the shattered pieces of is own heart rather than the other way around. He knew his lifestyle was difficult to become accustomed to, with the hours he worked and the work that he did. He knew that it was going to take a certain kind of someone to be the one who stuck around, to not leave him high and dry the second they felt ignored. He'd always thought there'd be plenty of time to find that someone. But now, staring at his mirror self he thought *Time is running out*
And what would this someone think when they finally got here? Leaning closer Nick inspected his face, the fine wrinkles forming where his face creased into a smile and wondered when he had started to get old. It had seemed to sneak up on him all of a sudden. He looked around his room, trinkets and gifts and photos from years passed. He picked up his favourite photo; it was of himself and his best friend from college, Jensen. They were at their graduation party, both drunk off their asses, wearing tutus for reasons never known to even them, making out like there was no tomorrow. He looked so young, happy even.
*Man time flies* he thought looking at his watch *Whoa speaking of time! *
He now had seven minutes before Greg arrived. He grabbed a bunch of plain, fitted shirts from the closet; one black, one red, one white and threw them in the general direction of his suitcase along with some underwear, some faded Levi's and a pair of black dress pants.
He scrambled for the bathroom yanking open the cabinet and grabbing his toothbrush, toothpaste and cologne and then pausing. Right there on the bottom shelf, condoms and a bottle of lubricant. Nick quirked his eyebrow at the offending articles then shrugged in a 'what the hell' gesture as he scooped them up with the rest of the stuff and raced back to the bedroom, dumping the bundle on top of his bag when he heard the doorbell ring.
Abandoning packing for the moment, Nick ran for the front door, pausing to regain his composure before pulling it open.
And there was Greg, rocking the aforementioned 'effortless cool' in loose black cargos held dangerously low on his narrow hips by a studded belt, a black leather wrist band fastened with a silver buckle and a hot pink fitted t-shirt with a faded, cracked transfer that read 'Young & Beautiful' in curly white script. A black canvas backpack was hung casually over one shoulder. Nick eyed the shirt *rub it in why don't you* before stepping aside to let Greg in.
"Hey man. I'm running a little behind but ah...make yourself at home or...whatever. I'll just be a few minutes."
"Sure. Take your time." Greg said, letting his bag slide to the floor as he watched Nick's quickly retreating back. Blinking and slightly confused by the flustered welcoming, he decided to follow.
When Nick returned to the bedroom the first thing he saw was the lube and condoms he'd left on top of his stuff. Now that Greg was here, in his house, looking so damn unobtainable Nick felt stupid, presumptuous and very much like a dirty old man. What had he been thinking?
Grabbing up the stuff he made to move for the bathroom before noticing that Greg had followed him to his room. He quickly tucked his hands behind his back and tried his best at casual.
"Wow Nick." Greg moved further into the room, kicking a path through the clothes on the carpet. "I was expecting you to be a little neater than this. Sure you don't need any help packing?" he began surveying the rest of the room, turning slowly on his heel to take it all in.
Not wanting to give him a reason to turn around Nick managed a "No thanks." Before taking advantage of Greg's turned back and launching the condoms and lube at the open closet door then kicking it shut as they landed. He turned to see what Greg was up to just as he was about to reach the shelf that held all of Nick's photos, including the one of him and Jensen.
Nick legged it over to Greg and slid into his path to the shelf, his back pressed against it, arms spread, like a human shield.
"You know why don't you just wait in the car, I won't be long."
Greg was confused again, was Nick kicking him out? He hadn't seemed altogether normal since Greg had arrived.
"Look Nick if your uncomfortable in anyway, if this is getting too weird for you or your getting cold feet, now would be the time to tell me. Rather than say, halfway to California."
Nick tried hard not to look like Bambi caught in headlights but he couldn't help it. This was it. Greg was probably trying to give him a reason to pull out. He'd probably found someone else he'd rather take. But Nick decided he wasn't going out that easily.
"No no, I'm cool. I want to go, really. It's just packing makes me crazy. Probably best to steer clear till I'm done."
Greg seemed to buy that and raised a humoured eyebrow at Nick. "You know we're only gone for a weekend right? And it's a barbeque, not a fashion show." He said with a chuckle, moving to Nick's suitcase to take a look. "See look you're already good to go. Pants, shirts, toothbrush. It's not rocket science you know. Besides, you know you're gonna look hot no matter what you wear." He grinned and pulled the bag closed. "But if it makes you more comfortable, I'll be in the car while you finish up here. Where are your keys?"
"Um...the front door." Nick was slightly dazed as he watched Greg walk out of the bedroom.
*He thinks I'm hot? *
He shook his head clear and started gathering up the discarded clothes as he muttered to himself. "No dumbass, he's just trying to hurry you the fuck up."
At least Greg hadn't tried to uninvited him. Although if Nick was going to be such a babbling mess around him all weekend, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea.
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Greg let himself into the passenger side of Nick's truck, letting out a loud sigh as he sank back into the seat. Something was definitely up with Nick, he just couldn't figure out what. He'd even given him the opportunity to back out but the older man hadn't taken it. However that didn't make it anymore convincing that he wanted to come along.
* This is going to be a looong drive * he thought, dreading the awkward silences that were bound to fill this very car. CD's were definitely in order to fill the lulls in conversation so he pulled his bag though from the back seat and rummaged for his carry case.
His hand brushed against a box and he wondered for a second what it was before he remembered. Condoms. He'd packed them on a whim, a guy can dream can't he? And boy did he dream. He didn't have the most highly tuned gaydar but he's always wondered about Nick, and if he would ever have a chance. Ever since his first day in the lab, Nick Stokes had been at the very top of his fantasy list. But after witnessing Nick's growing awkwardness over this arrangement, Greg was almost convinced that condoms were about as needed on this trip as snowshoes in Sydney.
He shoved the box further down into the bag and found the CD he was searching for. He slipped it in the CD player and stuck the key in the ignition, the dashboard lights illuminating, glowing soft blue as that stereo started up.
In your eyes, I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Greg leaned his head back, closing his eyes and softly sang along. He let his mind drift to thoughts of Nick and what this weekend could have been. It didn't hurt to fantasize. Hell he'd been doing it long enough and nothing had fallen off yet. Besides one good thing had come out of all this. He'd been so wrapped up in thinking about Nick; he barely had time to think about seeing his family.
The song changed as Greg opened his eyes to see Nick making his way to the car.
This poison's my intoxication
Intoxicated was a fairly good description of how Greg felt whenever Nick was around. But he'd managed to play it cool so far; he just had to keep it up. He allowed himself to check Nick out as he sauntered toward the drivers side before promising himself that he would try not to let himself think of the other man that way. That is, until they had to pretend to be madly in love of course, how could he forget that part?
As Nick got in the car and grinned at him, Greg wondered if this was such a good idea after all.
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Date: 2004-11-26 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-11-26 07:02 am (UTC)but yeah, loved it can't wait for the next chapter, and the next, and the next...
I'm also curious about Greg's family, what they're like.
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Date: 2004-11-26 08:25 am (UTC)yup,Nick sure is HOT,the hottest,but Greg is the cutest~~~~
update,update,update soon,please~
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Date: 2004-11-26 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-26 08:57 am (UTC)i think Nick is that kinda guy will become hotter when he get older,love his wrinkles forming.that smile,OOOOOoooo~~his six pack,WOW,did i sad WOW.
love Greg 2,his the sweet pie,cutie.love his hair,just make him cuter
OK,shut up now.
Heather sounds like a touble maker to me.what will she do to Greg?will she see Nick as ladykill like some others?will she test him?
cant wait for the next chap now.love this story,update~~~
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Date: 2004-11-26 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-26 11:39 am (UTC)You just made my day with this update. Yayness ;) I can't wait for another chapter!!
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