First time

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Title: First time
Chapter: The whole nine yards, 9/11
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, depending on the chapter.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me
Summary: They are going to the dress up party. This is the first story I ever wrote and after having given it a makeover, I have decided to post it here.


He wanted the whole nine yards for this wedding party; the wedding gown the silk shoes and the marvelous hair. He had never thought that Nick would contest that.
“Come on Greggo, it’d look stupid if you’re the bride. You dance the lead remember.”
He was speechless this was his fantasy his baby and Nick would just take it away from just like that.
“But… I…” His brain was working overtime to find the appropriate argument that would settle this once and for all.
“I’ve dreamt of this for ages!” Not the best he could come up with but he needed time.


“It would look silly with the groom in high heels being lead by the bride.” Nick knew he had the upper hand.
“Yeah but my body is far more delicate and I definitely look better in a dress.” He was officially whining.
“I’ve never seen you in a dress nor have you seen me.” Nick just stood there in his living room with his arms crossed looking at the coffee table; currently cluttered with bridal magazines.


“It’ll be so much easier to get one for me. And you can learn to lead. Besides we are not gonna be dancing all the time.” His arms were all over the place gesturing to emphasize his point.
“I have seen plenty of women my size or bigger for that matter.” For once Nick was as unmovable as a mountain.
“Niiiiiiiiiiiiick please, I’ve always wanted o do this. Since I was 11 I’ve known what kind of dress shoes and hair I wanted for this.” He could feel the tears lurking in the corner of his eyes.


“Greg. We are not getting married. It is just a dress up party!” Nick just stated it without any show of emotion.
“I know that. But I just want it so badly. I mean the dress thing.” He was blushing real hard and his tears had started to slowly trickle down his cheeks. He had always been able to make Nick give in to all kind of things and now when it really mattered Nick stood his ground.


“Greg is it really so important? I mean what about what I want?” Nick was looking intensely at him.
“Yes it is. Besides you look much better than me in a tux.” He was grasping at straws and his voice was thick from the tears.
“Hmm you do have a point there.” Nick started to smile and moved over to him and embraced him. It was very rare for Nick to be the comforting part but he had lost it completely for a moment there.


“I knew I would regret it if I gave in!” Nick whined as they went down another aisle filled with big white fluffy dresses.
“Come on don’t you want me to look my best.” He had found a second hand shop that specialized in wedding equipment. He had actually found several since a lot of people just came to Vegas to get married and this way it would be a lot cheaper than to go look for a dress in one of the designer shops.


Nick was carrying the four dresses he had picked out for trying on and trailing behind as he searched the rest of rows of dresses. He finally made it to the dressing room after having picked up three pair of silk shoes on the way. Nick tried to get some order on the 11 dresses he had carried there; but he just stopped and stared when Greg pulled of his t-shirt and revealed a bra. Greg saw the reaction in Nick and knew it would get worse when he put in the fillers he hadn’t been brave enough to wear them from home.


Two hours later he finally decided on a dress and a pair of shoes. Originally he had wanted a train, but he hadn’t found anyone he liked.
“Ok Nick let’s find you a set to go with this one.”
“What can’t I just wear my tux?” Nick stared at him in disbelief.
“Nope tails or morning jacket in beige would make you absolutely dashing. I saw some when we came in.”


“Why do I have a feeling that I won’t get out of this one?” Nick asked in a giving up tone.
“Because you’re not. Look at this dress it is so pretty. You have to look good too you know.” He headed off to the rows with grooms stuff with Nick in tow.
Another two hours and they were done and each a good deal poorer. Nick had found some designer jeans in the every day wear section and a ballroom dress. Greg had picked up a pair of leather pants a couple of dresses and a pair of very low riding tight jeans.


The following day at their dance class he fought to keep his balance in the heels and it was no help that Nick in his attempt to lead kept getting the steps wrong and stepping on his toes half the time.
“Come on boys it’s no different than before. It’s still the same steps and patterns.” He realized that Nick simply had followed his lead and had never cared to learn the established pattern. Things became a lot easier after informing Nick on the simple geometric figures to dance by and his toes suffered much less after that.


They had gone home to him afterwards to do a few alternations to Nick’s outfit.
Nick made a turn to let him see how the trousers fitted now and he jumped back falling into the armchair eyes wide from fear. When had they let his attacker out of prison and how had he come in here and where was his phone he needed to call Brass needed to get out of here. He struggled to get out of the armchair and the attacker just walked up to him like there was no hurry. He reached frantically for his phone somewhere on the coffee table when his arm was caught and a real hard slap connected with his cheek.


“Greg it’s me Nick.” He was looking up into Nick’s terrified brown eyes.
“He was just here Nick. He was right here in the living room.” He couldn’t quite shake the image of his attacker in the middle of his living room; he was shaking all over and his voice was quivering. Nick pulled him into his strong arms and gently rocked him.
“He was only in your mind baby. He’s in custody. He can’t hurt you no more. I’ll look after you don’t worry baby.” Nick’s soft words made him relax and calm down.


It was strange to be tucked into bed by Nick it was always the other way round. As he lay there with his head resting on Nick’s chest he wondered if he would ever get over the rape. He had never had a vision like that one in the living room before and he could feel the fear lingering in his body still. Strong hands shook him awake and it took his confused mind a while to remember that it was Nick. He couldn’t remember the nightmare though only the terror.


The following day he had a session with his counselor and he was getting tired of talking about what he was afraid of. So instead he had talked about his wishes for the future and when he left he felt rather elevated. The next thing on his to do list was to schedule an appointment with his hairstylist for the day of the party. Before heading home he just had some shopping to do and he rally had been meaning to go home. But only he hadn’t instead he was standing outside Warrick’s place knocking insistently on his door.


“Wow Greg where’s the fire man?” Warrick ushered him in as he asked.
“Can we talk?” He was trembling and tried to cover it up by letting his left hand perform a drum solo on his thigh.
“Sure, want something to drink?”
“Coffee if you have some.” He looked around the room and he couldn’t even recall how he knew Warrick’s address.
They talked while playing videogames and drinking coffee by the gallon.
He just needed to know that it was possible to get out on the other side and Warrick was living proof of that.


When he finally got back home his body was shaking from the overdose of coffee; but he managed to fall asleep and for the first time since the rape he slept without waking from a nightmare.


As the days counted down to the party he and Nick trained hard on the dancing and he was finding his way back to his normal life. For all that he knew Nick was healing as well; though they didn’t talk about Kristi.


Finally the big day arrived. Nick had been mocking him because he was so caught up with this pretend Wedding thing.
He went to the hairstylist before Nick got up and when he came back they started to dress. A wedding outfit isn’t something you just jump into in 30 seconds and Nick was swearing over the ridiculous amount of buttons on the back of his dress.
“Don’t push me Nick or I’ll have eyeliner all over. Just button them and don’t make such a fuss over it.” He continued with the makeup.


Normally he had nice clean skin but today of all days; three pimples had appeared on his forehead and he had his work cut out with the concealer. He had chosen a light green eye shadow and brown eyeliner. Since his eyes were very prominent he did his lips more neutral and went easy on the blush.
He helped a gawking Nick with his cravat and other finishing touches.
“You look stunning Greg!” Nick had come back in with the camera and taken a few shots of him. They used the timer to get a few of them both together and he took some of Nick who looked like a groom most brides would kill for.


The party was a huge success with all kinds of brides and grooms and an awful lot of dancing; which they managed fairly well. He enjoyed it and he loved people acknowledging his beautiful hair and dress. But most of all he loved how they adored Nick and that Nick only had eyes for him. He hoped that perhaps this could make Nick fall in love with him. He missed having a boyfriend. He actually had no idea if he was ready; but tonight he could handle it all.


“Nick.” He whispered during a slow dance.
“Hmm.” It felt so good dancing with Nick.
“What do you say to me dress you up in that red dress you bought and take you dancing sometime soon. I could wear my tux.” They glided over the floor with at least 20 other couples.
“Do you think you could make me look as beautiful as you do now?” It wasn’t quite the answer he thought he would get from Nick.
“You are beautiful already. All I have to do is make you see it too.” He was still whispering.
“Well I guess you have yourself a date Mr. Sanders.” Nick’s warm breath caressed the skin of his neck.


As in all dress up parties the best looking couple had to be found. This was done very democratically all couples were given a number to wear on public display and everybody filled out a ballot with the number of the couple they wanted to win.
They came in second only beaten by the host and his stunning bride.


Previous chapters can be found here:

First time, First night, chapter 1

First time, Second night, chapter 2

First time, Third week, chapter 3

First time, Fourth week, chapter 4

First time, Five days, chapter 5

First time, Six minutes, chapter 6

First time, It was the seventh, chapter 7

First time, Eight cards, chapter 8