Another installment of the thusly named "Eric & Evan Series"

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Previous parts in the series:
They're Ours (newborn/1 month)
Bubbles, Nick, Bubbles (newborn/1 month)
Marilyn Manson For Babies (2 months)
Misses & Kisses (1 year)
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Title: Needing Daddy (maybe)
Author: Bry
Fandom and Pairing: CSI; Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Claim & Prompt: baby; romance (yes, kinda grasping at straws, but I still say it works). (wordclaim50)
Notes: As always, your thoughts are very much appreciated, and I hope you'll enjoy it.
Summary: This is set when the boys are about 5 months old (of course, that is only their chronological age), though this one only deals with a little bit of one boy, and more of the rest with Nick/Greg.

As soon as Nick walked through the door, Greg handed Eric to him. “He’s just eaten, puked, pooped, been changed and dressed, and now it’s Evan’s turn. Eric, on the other hand, needs Daddy now.”

“Okay...” Nick replied, taking the compliant five-month-old with only passing puzzlement. He watched Greg disappear into the nursery with a freshly-prepared bottle, and then worked his keys out of his pocket to drop them on a nearby side-table. Or so that was the plan, until he noticed Eric’s immediate response to the keys’ jingling, and instead opted to dangle them before the baby.

Eric reached out for them with pleased squealing, grinning widely to Nick’s delight.

“Yeah,” Nick softly encouraged. “What’s that? Wait, ah ah. No, no those are yucky. We don’t eat keys,” Nick kindly went on as he then dropped the keys where he had originally intended. “Here, we’ll find something better...let’s see...” He scanned the living room, soon spotting a small stuffed animal on the coffee table. He gasped with playful excitement. “Look, it’s your doggy.” He offered it to Eric, smiling again as the boy’s expression lit up. “Oh yeah, don’t puppies taste so good?” Nick cooed in his typically teasing growl, as Eric’s grasp led the toy’s head to his mouth.

He then sat with Eric, letting the boy amuse himself as Nick contemplated turning on the television or getting something to eat. He’d thought about grabbing something after work, but he really just wanted to get home. He’d already been there much too long, and it was already afternoon. At least he’d wrapped the case up, and that was one weight off Nick’s back. But now he simply didn’t have the energy to make something for himself, or to dare ask Greg to do it.

Eric’s warning whine, and subsequent squirming, snapped Nick from his quiet contemplating.

“What’s wro- Where’s your doggy?” His eyebrows crumpled as he sat up, eyes searching the couch and floor. “Wait, seriously, where’s your doggy?” He paused, looking to the infant’s increasing agitation. He then stood up, checking the area where he’d sat, even tempted to get down and check beneath the couch. Instead, he hoped that all Eric really wanted was something to suck on, and plucked a silicone pacifier—the only type he’d take, while Evan preferred latex—from the coffee table. Eric accepted the offer, and calmed instantly.

Nick sighed and sat again, this time turning to lie back against a pillow and the couch’s arm, holding Eric toward him and against his chest. Eric lifted his upper body to gaze at at Nick, smiling in response to the bright grin he was greeted with. He then rocked slightly before ultimately settling.

Yawning, Nick rested his cheek against the baby’s head.

Of course, only moments later he was asleep. He stayed like this for a good while, and though he’d fallen quiet easily into a deep slumber, his arm remained securely curled around the also-dozing infant. He still knew Eric was there, even though his mind had abandoned conscious concern for the sake of sleep’s warm haze.

He wasn’t sure just how long it’d been by now, but at that moment he really didn’t care. He gasped, eyes flashing open as his grip instinctively tightened around his son. The baby was falling—no, wait—someone was taking him, stealing him-

“Nick, it’s just me,” Greg assured. “I got him.”

Nick exhaled his relief, releasing himself and the boy from his alarmed tension. His eyes closed briefly and he took a few moments to steady his still shaky breaths.

“Sorry. I just snapped a picture and I guess the flash startled him. But then he laid his head back down and I thought he was going back to sleep, but a second later he popped back up and kept, ya know, following me with his gaze. When he started to get antsy I thought if I don't pick him up, he'll wake you up, too, but...you did anyway.”

Nick grunted indifferently in his lingering drowsiness. “How long have I been out?”

“Um...probably a couple hours, I think. I put Evan down maybe an hour, hour and a half ago. Worked out pretty well with their naptime schedule.”

“Mmm.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep? I could get you a blanket and take Eric into the other room.”

“No, I...I needed to get something to eat.” Still, Nick didn’t rise.

Greg smiled quietly and then turned around to spread out a small quilt on the floor, then set the “baby gym” on top of it, and Eric soon under it. He jiggled one of the brightly colored, dangling toys to capture Eric’s attention, and soon the baby was entranced, giggling and kicking and swatting at the various objects. Then Greg rose, and returned to Nick. “Need some help?” he asked slipping himself over Nick’s legs to straddle his thighs.

Nick smiled. “I don’t think this is helping.”

“That depends on what I’m trying to help you with, doesn’t it?” Greg asked, leaning in closer.

“Mmm, I suppose,” Nick said through the kisses he stole, and as warm hands soon snuck up Greg’s shirt. His fingers roamed the smooth skin of Greg’s lower back, satisfied with the resulting groans and subtle pressure of Greg’s hips arching into his.

In his growing fervor, Greg’s kisses became more desperately passionate, as his own hands untucked Nick’s shirt.

“Wait, wait,” Nick breathed between Greg’s insistent kisses.

“What?”

“He’s watching us.”

Greg snorted a laugh, looking down to the boy. “No he’s not. He’s having the time of his life down there.”

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“Nick, we’ve barely touched each other in like a month now. I need this. We need it. Look, I’ll just put him in his crib, turn on the mobile, and he’ll have a blast.”

Nick shook his head, nervously cautious. “But Evan, he could wake up and-”

“And we’ll deal with it if it happens. You’ve got tonight off, right? Just...play with me for a little while, then you can go right to sleep. Or I’ll bring you something to eat in bed afterward. Please. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Even...”

“Yes.”

Nick nodded, now nervously anxious.

Smirking, Greg crawled off him. “I’m gonna check his diaper and try to sneak in without Evan noticing. You just get naked.”

“Got it.”

“And don’t fall asleep before I get there.”

Nick laughed inwardly, rising just as Greg lifted the baby. “I won’t,” he assured from behind, then took a few seconds to work the sweet spot at Greg’s neck with his lips and tongue.

Greg groaned. “He’s wet. Very wet.”

“And here I thought I had done something good.”

“You did. Trust me.”

Nick’s eyebrows twitched with docile but amused confusion as he watched Greg go. Once in the bedroom, he turned the baby monitor on, and listened to Greg’s soft ‘discussion’ with Eric.

“Ah, ah—gotcha. You’ve peed in my mouth one too many times to trick me again, little mister. Yeah, look at the smile.” Greg laughed slightly. “You know what you were trying to do.”

Nick smiled, too. He’d been there the first time Greg neglected to adhere to the advice they’d so often received from nurses, and nearly everyone who had a son. Sure, it wasn’t the worst thing Greg had ever had happen to him in such a fashion, but his disgust and fumbling was priceless. Especially after rushing in to find Greg the second time it happened.

“Now, Papa will be right back in a little while. He has to go have sex with Daddy, yes he does.”

Nick sighed, a hand lifting to hide his wincing smile.

“I tell you what—I’ll get this mobile here started—and if you give me at least fifteen minutes, when I come back in, I will give you fifteen minutes of diaper-free time. Yes, I know, that is an exciting prospect. Half an hour for me, then half an hour for you. Okay, so it’s a deal? If your brother wakes up, tell him it’s the same for him, alright? Alright.” Then Nick heard the sound of a kiss, and then the soft music of the mobile’s lullaby starting up.

“You can’t say that, Greg,” Nick passively warned as soon as Greg entered.

“What?” And Greg was stripping off his T-shirt.

“You know what.”

“He doesn’t know what I’m talking about.” Greg’s pants dropped to the floor.

Nick grunted a thoughtful sigh, tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

“Hey, my parents did it in the same room with me all the time.”

Nick’s expression immediately switched to startled, and he even back off a bit when Greg joined him on the bed.

“Not when I was consciously aware. When I was a baby. My crib stayed in their room for like a year. It’s pretty common; I mean, we had these guys in here for a month and a half.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t...”

Greg shrugged. “We could have. But, if I recall correctly, when I started doing something along the lines of this,”—Greg’s lips went to Nick’s jaw line, and a hand between Nick’s naked thighs—“you started freaking out and wouldn’t let me finish unless we went into the bathroom.”

Nick sighed his remembrance and current approval of Greg’s manipulations, eyes drifting shut in their satisfaction. “I have no objections this time.”

Greg crawled over him with a devious smile. “I know you don’t.” Then his attention began to travel lower. “You wouldn’t dream of it.”

Comments

[staticdisturbed.livejournal.com]

Heh I love it. Especially Nick's squirmish-ness about the babies seeing them have sex.

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thanks for replying :)

[verisimilit-de.livejournal.com]

That's great. Especially what Greg said about being in his parents' room for like, a year. It's true, I was too. I love this series, the babies are great.

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

And, yes, I was in my parents' room until I was 2, I think. And my sister until she was six (we didn't have another room for her).

[downloadable08.livejournal.com]

So cute, and if the babies are five months, Nick and Greg definitely need some alone time!

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

They probably needed it at one month, too, lol. Thanks for replying :)

[abouttheboys.livejournal.com]

This series is quite incredible and domestic. I love it. Nick is so the type to not want "grown-up things" exposed to them and Greg is just the type to be straight-forward and honest with everyone. LOL.

I'm surious to know what the "even" was that Nick was referring to but Greg didn't allow him to finish...

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your comments :) And I haven't entirely decided what the "even" is, so I left it open for the readers to decide.

[schizojuc.livejournal.com]

You've got the 'couple with a new baby' dynamic down pat!!Good job!

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

[michigangirl30.livejournal.com]

Hee, hee. I hope Nick loosens up because if he feels that way now about the babies and sex.... oh is he in for a treat when they're two and three. heh. They can open doors and pop in when you least expect it.
I adore this series, each new scene gets better and better.

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, we could have fun there, too. I've actually been thinking of a scene with them at two years old recently, too, so that'll probably be coming out after I get these frickin' finals done with.

Thanks for replying :)

[katydid417.livejournal.com]

awww! i absolutely adore this story! it's just so cute...and i love future fic especially with these two boys as daddies...great job :D