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Here's chapter two of Best Laid Schemes. Thanks for all the feedback for Chapter 1, that's what made me write this chapter so quickly. Anyway, I hope you like it. For those of you who haven't read Chapter 1, it's available at What Makes the Desert Beautiful
Chapter 2
PG-13
Summary: Greg gets home from his date
Disclaimer: I don't own them. But I do own a brand new blender, which I bought this morning.
Greg felt horrible as he let himself into Nick’s apartment. His feelings of guilt intensified as he remembered the trust they shared three months ago on the night they exchanged keys. He wanted to curl up and die, but he had to talk to Nick. He had to convince him that he had no idea he was on a date with Henry until after he was on the date. And that he never meant to hurt Nick ever and that he loved him with all his heart and soul.
“Hey G.” Nick called out from the sofa where he was reading a forensic magazine. “How was your breakfast?”
Nick could tell from Greg’s slumped shoulders and kicked-puppy expression that he felt horrible and for a minute, Nick got worried. He never expected Greg to look quite so upset. Suddenly, his plan of being ‘made up to’ didn’t seem like such a good one, and Warrick’s words of caution now seemed like good advice. Oh God, what had he let happen?
“Nick, we need to talk.” Greg said somberly as he set down his bag and sat down next to Nick on the couch. They were conspicuously not touching—not even their knees. Nick’s worry increased exponentially by the nanosecond.
“What’s up, G?” His attempt to lighten the situation fell flat. Greg had his hands folded in his lap and was clenching and unclenching them while staring at them.
“You know how I went out to breakfast with Henry this morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he…I…um…he tried to kiss me.”
“Ok.” Nick replied. He had been expecting something like this, so now Greg will tell him the really bad news.
“Ok?” Greg questioned, and turned his head to meet Nick’s eye. “You aren’t mad? I really thought you’d be mad.”
There was a moment of silence where both men looked into each other’s eyes. Nick realized that there was no more bad news and that Greg just felt this guilty over going on a date with Henry. It was all ok after all.
“You knew.” Greg said. It was a statement, not a question. He saw the answer in Nick’s eyes.
“Yeah.” Nick replied.
“Why the hell didn’t you say anything? I had no idea he liked me. Instead you just let me go off on this date.” Greg stood and began pacing in front of the couch. “I felt horrible all morning because I thought I had accidentally betrayed you, but you just don’t care, do you? Do you even care if I date other people? Do you even want me? Do…”
“Greg, stop!” Nick interrupted in a firm tone while standing up to talk with Greg eye to eye. “Of course I care, baby. I love you so much. I didn’t say anything because…well, because of reasons that don’t seem so great anymore.
“I never thought that anything would happen between you and Henry. I know you love me and I trust you. I knew that you had no idea that it was a date and that you don’t realize the effect you have on people by being so goddamn sexy. If I had come up to you in the lab and said that I didn’t want you to go to breakfast with him you would have told me that I was paranoid, jealous and delusional.
“I thought that if you figured it out yourself then I wouldn’t seem like a possessive jerk and then you’d come home all sorry and we’d have lots of great sex.”
Nick sat down again and rested his elbows on his knees, bending his head forward so he could rub the back of his neck with his left hand. Greg stood for a few more seconds, staring at Nick and absorbing what he had admitted.
“You’re right.” He began, “If you had come to find me in the lab and told me you didn’t want me to have breakfast with Henry I would have thought you were possessive and I would have been angry. But, if you had come to me and said that you thought that Henry might have a crush on me, and to be aware of that during breakfast that would have been a whole different story. I might have still thought you were delusional, but I would have been on my guard.”
Greg sat down beside Nick; putting an arm over his back and gently knocking knees with him. He then continued, “Nick did you ever think that if I knew it was a date I wouldn’t have wanted to go? I don’t want to be with anyone but you, baby. And I don’t ever again want to have to deal with defending myself against the onslaught of someone else trying to kiss me. I’m all yours and I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
Nick looked at Greg and could see the love shining in his eyes. He placed a hand on Greg’s cheek and gently stroked the smooth skin with his thumb while he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.” Greg whispered too before Nick hooked his hand behind Greg’s neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss.
Here's chapter two of Best Laid Schemes. Thanks for all the feedback for Chapter 1, that's what made me write this chapter so quickly. Anyway, I hope you like it. For those of you who haven't read Chapter 1, it's available at What Makes the Desert Beautiful
Chapter 2
PG-13
Summary: Greg gets home from his date
Disclaimer: I don't own them. But I do own a brand new blender, which I bought this morning.
Greg felt horrible as he let himself into Nick’s apartment. His feelings of guilt intensified as he remembered the trust they shared three months ago on the night they exchanged keys. He wanted to curl up and die, but he had to talk to Nick. He had to convince him that he had no idea he was on a date with Henry until after he was on the date. And that he never meant to hurt Nick ever and that he loved him with all his heart and soul.
“Hey G.” Nick called out from the sofa where he was reading a forensic magazine. “How was your breakfast?”
Nick could tell from Greg’s slumped shoulders and kicked-puppy expression that he felt horrible and for a minute, Nick got worried. He never expected Greg to look quite so upset. Suddenly, his plan of being ‘made up to’ didn’t seem like such a good one, and Warrick’s words of caution now seemed like good advice. Oh God, what had he let happen?
“Nick, we need to talk.” Greg said somberly as he set down his bag and sat down next to Nick on the couch. They were conspicuously not touching—not even their knees. Nick’s worry increased exponentially by the nanosecond.
“What’s up, G?” His attempt to lighten the situation fell flat. Greg had his hands folded in his lap and was clenching and unclenching them while staring at them.
“You know how I went out to breakfast with Henry this morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he…I…um…he tried to kiss me.”
“Ok.” Nick replied. He had been expecting something like this, so now Greg will tell him the really bad news.
“Ok?” Greg questioned, and turned his head to meet Nick’s eye. “You aren’t mad? I really thought you’d be mad.”
There was a moment of silence where both men looked into each other’s eyes. Nick realized that there was no more bad news and that Greg just felt this guilty over going on a date with Henry. It was all ok after all.
“You knew.” Greg said. It was a statement, not a question. He saw the answer in Nick’s eyes.
“Yeah.” Nick replied.
“Why the hell didn’t you say anything? I had no idea he liked me. Instead you just let me go off on this date.” Greg stood and began pacing in front of the couch. “I felt horrible all morning because I thought I had accidentally betrayed you, but you just don’t care, do you? Do you even care if I date other people? Do you even want me? Do…”
“Greg, stop!” Nick interrupted in a firm tone while standing up to talk with Greg eye to eye. “Of course I care, baby. I love you so much. I didn’t say anything because…well, because of reasons that don’t seem so great anymore.
“I never thought that anything would happen between you and Henry. I know you love me and I trust you. I knew that you had no idea that it was a date and that you don’t realize the effect you have on people by being so goddamn sexy. If I had come up to you in the lab and said that I didn’t want you to go to breakfast with him you would have told me that I was paranoid, jealous and delusional.
“I thought that if you figured it out yourself then I wouldn’t seem like a possessive jerk and then you’d come home all sorry and we’d have lots of great sex.”
Nick sat down again and rested his elbows on his knees, bending his head forward so he could rub the back of his neck with his left hand. Greg stood for a few more seconds, staring at Nick and absorbing what he had admitted.
“You’re right.” He began, “If you had come to find me in the lab and told me you didn’t want me to have breakfast with Henry I would have thought you were possessive and I would have been angry. But, if you had come to me and said that you thought that Henry might have a crush on me, and to be aware of that during breakfast that would have been a whole different story. I might have still thought you were delusional, but I would have been on my guard.”
Greg sat down beside Nick; putting an arm over his back and gently knocking knees with him. He then continued, “Nick did you ever think that if I knew it was a date I wouldn’t have wanted to go? I don’t want to be with anyone but you, baby. And I don’t ever again want to have to deal with defending myself against the onslaught of someone else trying to kiss me. I’m all yours and I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
Nick looked at Greg and could see the love shining in his eyes. He placed a hand on Greg’s cheek and gently stroked the smooth skin with his thumb while he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.” Greg whispered too before Nick hooked his hand behind Greg’s neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss.
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