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Title: The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Vulgar Little Beasties in Love
Author: Catlover2x
Pairings: Nick/Greg, other
Summary: AU. Greg gets a job, for a mysterious reason, Archie turns paparazzi and Nick is dragged off to Texas for Christmas. One more reward before he leaves.
Rating: Chapter 11: NC-17
Chapters: 11/17
Disclaimer: So I was talking to Greg the other day and he assured me that this whole story is true, just as he told it to me. Okay, I wasn't really talking to him so call me a liar. Therefore this is all lies.
Beta'd by the extremely elegant Liriel and the divine Miss Kennedy
Dedicated to: mangojunkie



“I got the job,” Greg announced. “Twice a week after school and some hours on Sunday.”

“Why did you go and take it?” Nick’s displeasure was clear in his voice.

“I need money,” Greg said simply.

“Well, I’ll lend you some,” Nick said promptly.

“Oh, and where are you going to get it?”

“I had a job in Texas, I saved up,” Nick answered, “I’m frugal.”

“Well, I’m not borrowing money from you. Neither a lender nor a borrower be, Papa Olaf says, except he says it in Norwegian.”

“Can you say it in Norwegian?”

“Yeah.”

“Well? Say it.”

Greg said it. “Verken lånegiver ei heller lånetaker å være.”

“Sounds weird. So what kind of job is it?”

“It’s not weird, it’s another language is all, and I’m working at the music store,” Greg said forcefully.

Nick snorted. “Hey, I speak Spanish but it doesn’t sound weird. And make sure you don’t spend everything you earn buying CDs. For you, that’s like getting a job in a candy store.”

“It doesn’t sound weird ’cause you’re used to Spanish and I won’t spend it all. I’m saving up for something,” Greg said mysteriously.

“Tell me,” Nick poked Greg in the ribs.

“No, you’ll just have to wait and see.” Greg’s eyes were mischievous as he dodged Nick’s finger and ran up the steps to his house. “I have to work tonight, so I can’t come over.”

“Whatever this is better be good if you’re not coming over,” Nick sulked. “If you’re just saving up to buy your books in college, I’m going to be pretty pissed.”

With quiet dignity, Greg announced, “Sometimes you can’t do what you want right now so you can do something you want even more later on. It’s called discipline. And I do have to earn enough to buy my books but it’s not just that.”

“Hey, you’re talking to me about discipline? Maybe you’d better come to the gym with me,” Nick exclaimed, his pride stung.

“I can’t, I have to do my homework and then go to work,” Greg said with regret in his eyes.

“Can I come and see you at work later?”

“Sure, as long as you don’t get me in trouble with the boss.”

“Okay, homework, gym, visiting you at work, boy, that sounds weird.” Nick waved as he turned to jog home. “See you later.”

“See you.” Greg looked after his boyfriend longingly, Nick would never know how difficult it was for him to do this, but maybe in hindsight he would realise the surprise would be worth it.

~*~

Nick took a quick shower at the gym and dressed in record time. Seeing Greg at work in a music store was better than not seeing Greg at all, but seeing Greg stripped and in his bed was his top choice. But sometimes you didn’t always get what you wanted, so you had to make the best of what you got. At least, that’s what Nick’s mother said and not in Spanish either.

Greg had given him directions to the store and Nick strolled in, expecting to spot Greg straight away. But Greg had at last found a place where he was in his element; most of the teen workers wore some kind of makeup and the thrift store style seemed popular with them as well but he was easy to spot amongst them, only because he was far more energetic, bopping as he walked down the aisles.


Nick started to browse in the country music category as camouflage. He looked up sharply as he heard Greg’s voice sounding slightly panicked.

“Conrad.”

Greg was standing in a defensive posture, holding a box in both arms. Conrad looked equally surprised, backing away to keep a good distance between them.

“Greg. Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here. Um, well, it’s all good anyway ’cause I have to tell you something.”

Greg looked wary but remained silent. Conrad shifted nervously and put down the CD he’d been looking at. Nick prowled quietly up the aisle, hovering protectively behind Greg.

Conrad seemed unable to say whatever it was he wanted to, and he looked uncomfortable and embarrassed.

“Conrad,” Nick acknowledged the other boy.

Greg flicked a hint of a smile toward Nick and relaxed infinitesimally because his backup had arrived.

Conrad took a breath. “I just wanted to say I was sorry, for, you know, before, at school, at the dance. And you don’t have to worry, I won’t bother you again.”

“Okay,” Greg said.

“And don’t worry about Lloyd, he never would have done anything without me yanking his chain. He just does what I say, mostly.”

Nick and Greg just looked at him. Conrad took a step back and turned as if to leave.

“Why did you bug me all the time?” Greg asked.

Conrad looked at him sheepishly out of the corner of his eye. He sighed and his shoulders sagged. “Because you’re cool. And… and… you’re… hot.” With that he bolted from the store.

Nick whistled and under his breath murmured, “Holy fucking hell.”

Greg giggled and blushed, managing to look shocked at the same time. “That was totally weird. I was so not expecting that.”

Nick shook his head. “I thought he was a closet case or something. But I couldn’t figure what Lloyd and Alex were doing hanging with a piece of shit like him.”

“Who knows?” Greg shrugged and continued to the front of the store. “My mom would probably say it was a case of repressions and misplaced fixations. Conrad is secretly gay and he’s so worried about being outed, he picked a projection object – me – to deflect the attention of his followers.” He took a deep breath to continue, much to Nick’s amusement. “Probably Lloyd has an absentee father and he’s fixated on Conrad as a substitute so he would do whatever he said to gain approval. And Alex focused on the unattainable object of his passion – Sara – and medicated his depression by joining in for acceptance.”

“I don’t know if any of that is true, but it sounds ridiculously plausible,” Nick said, considering. “Does your mom talk like that a lot?”

“Yeah, where else would I have gotten it?” Greg grinned. “Papa Olaf would have just said that Conrad was an unhappy boy and felt sorry for him.”

“So what’s good here?” Nick asked, indicating the store full of CDs before them.

Greg looked at Nick in disbelief; they were in a virtual supermarket of music. “Well, you like country right?” he asked, trying not to sound as if he was asking, “You worship the devil, right?”

Nick laughed. “Yes, I like country, I’m from Texas and I’m proud of it.”

“Uh, let’s see, big hats, banjoes and dulcimers are over there.”

“You been watching Hee Haw reruns?” Nick teased. “Haven’t you heard of Keith Urban? He’s cute and his songs are good.” He led Greg to a display to show him a CD with the singer’s photo.

“Hey, he is kind of cute,” Greg said in surprise. “At least human looking.”

“Well, if you’re going to work here, you need to broaden your horizons a bit. You should listen to it,” Nick urged.

“Sure, if you’ll listen to Placebo,” Greg laughed, knowing how strenuously Nick resisted all his efforts to broaden his musical horizons.

“Fair enough,” Nick sighed, resigned to his fate.

“I never thought I would hook up with someone who listened to country music,” Greg murmured, shaking his head.

~*~

“Fuck!” Greg staggered back, waving his hands dramatically, blinking as his eyes recovered from the blinding flash.

Nick laughed. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“That’s what you think!” Greg turned on Archie and hissed, “What the fuck was that for?”

“I just wanted your picture,” Archie said with a disingenuously innocent smile. Judy smirked as she looked up from the camera’s display.

“For what?” Greg was suspicious, sure that he’d been caught out smiling into Nick’s eyes in a way that made him nervous about just what had been caught on the card.

“Just to have it,” Archie said airily.

“You’d better not be giving it to the yearbook staff,” Greg threatened ominously, wondering why Nick was so smiling and cheerful about this whole thing. Nick was way more concerned than he was about coming out, especially as he was counting on his football scholarship for his college tuition.

“I would never do that!” Archie looked so shocked at the idea that Greg became even more suspicious.

“Trust me, Greg,” Judy spoke up in a chirpy voice. “Speaking as a member of the yearbook staff, I tried, but even I can’t bribe him with my secret womanly wiles.” She and Archie shared a private smile.

He was about to demand more of an explanation for Archie’s new obsession with photography (although he was a bit distracted by Judy’s mention of wiles: what wiles were these exactly and just what did Archie like about them?) when Sara walked up, accompanied by Melissa.

“Hey, Archie, take our picture too,” she demanded.

“Sure,” Archie said, turning to pose them together. “And then could one of you get a picture of me and Judy?”

“Of course,” Greg said, holding his hand out for the camera.

“Not you.”

“Why not? I know how to use your camera.”

“I don’t want you erasing your picture,” Archie grinned. “Nick, you’ll take it, right?”

“Of course,” Nick smiled.

Greg grew even more suspicious. It seemed like everyone was in on something except for him. Well, he would be a good sport. For now. “So why the new hobby?” he asked Archie, aiming for casual.

“Just ’cause,” Archie said, smirking. “I like photography. In fact, I’m thinking of doing some nudes. Artsy, you know.”

“God! Never! Do your worst but my clothes stay on!”

Greg looked at Nick in time to see him lick his lips before he was blinded again when Archie snapped another photo of him. “And will you stop this paparazzi act after we pose for you, with our clothes on?”

“Nope,” Archie said.

After a week, Greg was beginning to have a lot of sympathy for celebrities. Archie seemed to be in his face at the most inopportune moments. He got too little time alone with Nick anyway and now he had to worry about Archie suddenly popping out from behind trees and lockers, taking their picture when they were standing too close or touching or something.

One day he was sure Archie actually got them with Nick’s arm around him while they were studying from the same book. If he’d had more time to be paranoid, he might have wondered a bit more about Archie’s new hobby, but his friend was an AV geek.

Between homework, his new job and making time to go over to Nick’s, Greg forgot about it except whenever Archie was blinding him with the damn flash.

Christmas was coming fast and Greg had a surprise to prepare for Nick, a surprise that required some slyness, dishonesty and ingenuity, all things Greg was really good at after living all his life under Wendy’s rule. It also required an ally, which was another reason for not ripping the camera out of Archie’s hand and cramming it down his throat. He could always do that later.

“So when are you guys leaving?” he asked Nick casually one day as they walked to school.

Nick was grumpy that morning. “Wednesday. When school lets out early.”

“Fuck! So soon?”

“Yeah, my mom really wants to visit Janice and see how her pregnancy is doing.” Nick sounded sulky. “I was hoping to give you your gift before I left, but I won’t be able to.”

“That’s okay, yours isn’t ready either,” Greg replied. Actually he was a little relieved; it would have been awful to have Nick give him something and there be nothing ready in return.

“What’re you getting me?” Nick pried curiously.

“What’re you getting me?”

“It’s a surprise.” Nick’s lips curved in a secret grin.

“So’s mine.” Greg laughed. “Guess we’ll just have to wait till after Christmas.”

“So can you come over before I leave?”

“I don’t think so,” Greg said regretfully.

“Come on,” Nick pleaded, his puppy dog eyes irresistibly sad. “I won’t see you for a week an a half. I might die of blue balls while I’m away and then you’ll feel guilty that you denied me.”

Greg giggled, delighted that Nick wanted him enough to employ such shameless blackmail to persuade him but he said primly, “Technically it’s impossible to die from sexual deprivation.”

“Yeah, tell me that next week when you’re hard, horny and lonely, and you’re the one who wouldn’t come over.” Nick looked at Greg expectantly, sure that the grim picture he was painting would win the younger boy’s submission.

Greg wavered on the steps to his house, knowing he would pay if Wendy found out he didn’t finish his homework before leaving the house. “I could tell her I stayed late at school.”

“She’d never believe you got detention, you’re too good,” Nick teased, knowing that Greg was sensitive about his seeming compliance with his parents.

“I am not!” Greg burst out indignantly. He’d show Nick! “Fine, lets go to your house!”

Now that he had Greg where he wanted him, Nick felt some remorse. “Look, G, I don’t want to get you in trouble…”

“I won’t, I’ll just tell her I stayed late to do… research!” Greg smiled with sudden inspiration.

“As long as she doesn’t ask what you were researching,” Nick smirked. “Come on, let’s run!”

Both boys were breathless and laughing when Nick unlocked his door. He tossed his books carelessly on the couch and turned to face Greg. The realization that he wouldn’t see Greg for a week and a half after Wednesday hit Nick like a ton of bricks, the ache of it making his chest hurt.

Greg’s eyes were aglow and his lips were parted as he laughed. Suddenly Nick was on fire, his voice rough with passion as he pushed Greg against the wall. “I want you right now.”

Greg’s laugh died away and his grip was like iron as he grabbed at Nick’s shoulders, wrapping one leg around the other boy’s hip. Tears stung his eyes as he felt Nick’s teeth bruise his lips, but it wasn’t from the physical pain. He gasped into the kiss as he felt Nick’s hands slide under his jeans, working their way into his boxers to squeeze the bare skin of his ass. His hips bucked forward automatically, meeting the hard bulge in the front of Nick’s jeans.

Nick took in a huge gulp of air as Greg ended the kiss, tilting his head to one side to allow the younger boy access as he nipped his way down Nick’s throat. Fire spread from the heat of Greg’s mouth throughout Nick’s body as if little tongues of flame were licking through his veins. Greg’s skin burned in his hands as he cupped his boyfriend’s butt and lifted him off the floor.

Greg gave a muffled groan when he felt his weight leave the ground and they swayed precariously for a moment until Nick staggered toward the couch, pressing Greg’s hips against the back of it while fumbling with the front of his jeans, giving a triumphant little cry as he managed to push them down to Greg’s knees.

He turned Greg to face the couch, pushing him down to bend him over it, running his hands over the luscious round pale ass. Greg moaned and arched a little, lifting his bottom up into Nick’s caress like a cat. He braced his hands on the seat of the couch and shivered as he felt Nick’s finger trail gently down the line between his cheeks, just brushing over his opening.

Nick pressed Greg down with his hand flat on the small of his back, admiring the springy line of his spine as it led to the little dip right at the base, the curving swell of his ass, each mound perfectly formed for his palm to cup. He kept Greg in place while he struggled in his pocket, finding the tiny tube and condom he kept there for “emergencies”.

“Stay right there,” he ordered breathlessly. He put the lube and condom on Greg’s back for lack of a better spot, while he wrestled with his jeans and briefs, freeing his hard cock. He ripped the packet open and impatiently rolled the condom on. His hands were shaking as he opened the lube and drizzled some over his fingers, sliding them between Greg’s cheeks, sinking them into the entrance, gasping at the almost unbearable heat as he pressed inside.

He held Greg still with one hand on his back as he squirmed with excitement. The rough way he was handling his boyfriend somehow stoked the flames higher; Nick felt dominant and strong, consumed with the need to take Greg. He tried to control himself but the urge to bury himself inside the tight passage was too strong.

Greg arched back as Nick entered him forcefully. It hurt as Nick stretched him, but in a good way and he pushed back with equal force, meeting Nick’s hips with a slap.

“Fuck, yeah! Do it fast! Fuck me hard!” he cried out, barely aware he was speaking aloud.

“God, you’re so tight,” Nick managed to gasp. “You feel so good!”

Greg’s wanton reaction to his roughness turned him on even more and he snapped his hips, driving his cock deep inside, searching for that certain spot. From the muffled cry it seemed he’d found it but this time his own hunger drove him. Greg’s body was so hot and slick and tight around his cock, fire flowed like water to his groin; instead of quenching the flames, they burned even hotter as he thrust wild and strong, fucking Greg with a desperate urgency.

The tingling feeling began to build and he was balanced precariously on a knife’s edge of pleasure. He bit Greg’s shoulder, arms wrapped around the slender body, bent together over the couch.

Greg clenched his muscles, savoring the feeling of submitting to the hard cock inside him. Their lovemaking so far had been careful and tender as they explored each other and got used to being physically intimate with each other. This was fucking, raw, hard, male fucking; nothing delicate or dainty about it; just man on man sex between two people on burning with desire. With every thrust Nick’s cock brushed over the spot inside him that sent shivers up his spine and curled his toes.

Nick ached and burned with his need to come, the tingling at the base of his spine sparked a wave of flame, rolling through him and overwhelming him as he came in hot spasms until he collapsed, trembling against Greg’s sweaty back.

Greg sagged under Nick’s weight, welcoming each hot breath as it hit his neck. They remained pressed together as their racing pulses slowed.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Nick groaned. Gingerly he pulled out of Greg and pulled off the condom, shoving it into his pocket. Time enough to dispose of it later, Greg hadn’t gotten off yet and Nick was a very fair-minded person.

He turned Greg to face him and kissed him, cupping the back of his head with one hand while stroking his hard cock with the other. Greg moaned, clutching at Nick’s waist and jerking his hips in response.

Nick pulled away with a smile and licked his lips as he looked down at Greg’s cock. It was so tempting, hard and curved upward, bobbing just slightly with each panting breath Greg took. The flared head glistened with a drop of pearly liquid and Nick went to his knees, stroking Greg’s thighs as he licked gently at the head of his cock.

Greg moaned and slid his hands through Nick’s hair, trying not to tug too hard, but he was so turned on by the contrast of Nick bending him over the couch and fucking him like an animal compared to now kneeling reverently in front of him, that he was practically incoherent.

He watched as Nick’s lips curved around his cock; the sight of it and the wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth wrapped around his hard length was almost more than he could bear.

“Oh fuck… oh God… oh fuck…” he moaned mindlessly.

Nick cupped one hip in his hand, holding Greg steady when the younger boy jerked wildly as Nick played with his balls while he sucked.

Greg looked down to watch and the visual was too much for him; his handsome, desirable boyfriend on his knees, pink lips swollen from kissing coupled with the feeling of his tongue swirling over the head of his cock, pressing on the sensitive spot underneath. All it took was the look in Nick’s eyes as he turned them up to meet Greg’s and the orgasm exploded from his body like fireworks on the fourth of July.

Nick swallowed every salty drop. He was surprised at how much he enjoyed the feeling of hard male flesh filling his mouth and the taste of Greg’s spunk. He released Greg gently, holding his hips as he felt him sway.

Greg propped his hips on the back of the couch, feeling limp and spent. He looked down as Nick gave a low chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” he asked with a faint grin.

“I never thought I’d be a cocksucker, but I love it,” Nick said. “Maybe it’s just your cock but I can’t get enough of you.”

Something about the comment tickled Greg’s funny bone and he laughed, losing his balance and slipping down onto the seat, his legs waving in the air over the back of the couch. Now it was Nick’s turn to laugh. He stood up, adjusting his jeans as he watched Greg shake with laughter, bare-assed on his mother’s couch.

“You’re so cute when you’re a klutz,” he said affectionately. He gave Greg a hand and pulled him back over the couch to stand on his feet. Greg grabbed at his jeans, which were now around his ankles, pulling them up.

“Want to take a shower?” Nick asked looking at his watch.

“Yeah, maybe a quick one.”

They staggered up the stairs together, weak with satiation and laughter.

“We’ve only got five minutes if we don’t want to cut it too close,” Nick said.

They stripped quickly and jumped into the shower together although they didn’t touch, knowing where it would lead, but keeping their eyes glued to each other as they rinsed off. Greg took care not to get his hair wet; the natural wave was a giveaway unless he had time to straighten it.

Nick tossed Greg a towel, resisting the urge to lick each shining drop from the pale luminous skin.

They dressed hurriedly and went to Nick’s room.

“I guess I’d better go,” Greg said, feeling a little tired and a little lonely now that he had to go home alone. The coming separation seemed worse; he hadn’t realised how often they were able to find snatches of time to be together. Now he wouldn’t be able to see Nick for a week and a half, maybe even more if his mother decided to stay longer than planned. Grownups did things like that.

“Thank you for coming over.” Nick’s hesitance was at a charming variance with his earlier dominant behaviour.

“I’m glad we had a chance to fuck before you left,” Greg sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” They came together for a gentle kiss, their arms wrapped around each other, bodies pressed tightly together. There was just something so wonderful about holding Greg and being in his arms, Nick thought.

“Fuck, your mom’s going to be home and so’s mine. I gotta jam.” Greg caught sight of Nick’s alarm clock over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, as usual,” Nick said with a smile.

“Bye.” Greg gave Nick a quick kiss and went downstairs to locate his books. He gave the couch a once over. “Good thing your mom picked out something with a pattern, huh?”

“She says it’s better for hiding stains,” Nick chortled.

“What do you want to bet she was thinking about different stains,” Greg smirked. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Nick agreed. He stood on the porch watching until Greg was out of sight. He turned and went into the house. A wave of lust weakened his knees as he looked at the couch, picturing them going at it. He hurried up the stairs to his room, his jeans uncomfortably tight, wondering if he was always going to get a hard on whenever he looked at the couch from now on.

~*~

Wednesday found Nick in a foul mood, he snapped at Greg as they walked to school, feeling sorry immediately, but not sorry enough to actually apologize. Knowing he was leaving for Texas right after school made him surly as a bear.

Greg didn’t seem much better off, but he was quiet and depressed where Nick was angry. He knew that Nick was at least going to be reunited with his brother and sisters, and friends from his school in Texas. No doubt he would find plenty to do, unlike Greg, whose high point of the holiday would be hanging out with Papa Olaf.

“I don’t see why we have to go to school at all,” Nick grumbled.

“Oh, you just wanted to be gone already?”

“Why not? It’s not as if we’re going to learn anything. And we won’t have time for anything,” Nick sneered.

“At least I get to see you.”

Nick flicked a glance sideways, noticing how down Greg looked. “I just hate that we have to just say goodbye in front of everyone.”

After a brief silence, Greg asked, “Are you going to call me while you’re gone?”

“Everyday,” Nick promised recklessly. “I don’t know what all we’ll be doing, but I’ll call everyday.”

“Fuck,” was Greg’s only response.

Nick looked after Greg as he trailed away to his first class, looking droopy and spiritless. “Fuck,” he echoed.

After Principal Grissom had gathered the student body into the auditorium and given his holiday address, wishing them all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, he dismissed them, chuckling as he added, “See you all next year.”

Everyone was grouped with their homeroom, so Nick hadn’t been sitting near Greg. He headed out front to wait for Greg in their usual spot. It was chilly but at least weak sunlight filtered through the bare tree limbs and it wasn’t raining. He’d almost had to rethink his stance on manly men and umbrellas, it rained so often in San Francisco. And when it wasn’t there was a perpetual miserable drizzly mist.

Even though they were being snippy with each other, there was no question about just heading home without Greg. This was their last day together, in fact, he knew his parents were home waiting for him; the car was already loaded with their bags. He wouldn’t have much time with Greg but he wanted every second they could.

He looked up in surprise when the door squeaked and banged open. Greg came bounding down the stairs, smiling.

“Come on, let’s run,” he said with a mischievous grin. He took off without waiting for Nick and after a stunned second, the older boy dashed after him, catching up quickly.

“You’re cheerful,” he panted.

“If we run, I calculate we’ll save eight minutes on the way back and then I can kiss you good bye,” Greg gasped cheerfully.

“Run faster!” Nick ordered, grabbing the sleeve of Greg’s jacket and pulling him along.

Grateful that he’d been running track with Sara, Greg pounded along with Nick, panting for air as they dashed up the stairs to his front door. His hands trembled as he fished for his keys, finally yanking on the chain to haul them out of his pocket.

They tumbled into the vestibule together and Greg checked Nick’s watch. “Eight minutes,” he gasped and yanked Nick closer by his jacket.

“Not enough time,” he groaned. Then he pressed himself against Nick, pushing him back against the wall.

Nick opened his mouth under Greg’s determined assault, welcoming his assertive kiss. Their tongues slid hotly over each other’s and he felt a hand cupping and stroking his cock. The touch electrified him through the denim cloth; in seconds his cock was straining against his fly, hard and swelling. He whimpered and thrust, trying to get more friction.

Greg rocked against him, humping him into the wall. Nick felt helplessly turned on and terrified that Greg’s mother would be home any second. He clung to Greg, knowing their eight minutes was almost up.

An irritating beep echoed in the tiny vestibule and reluctantly Greg released his boyfriend. Nick giggled. “You set your cell phone alarm?”

“Yeah, this operation was top secret and required split second timing,” Greg boasted.

“You nut, no wonder I love you.” Nick brushed Greg’s hair out of his face, taking it between his hands. “I’m going to miss you so much.” He gave Greg one last kiss. “Fuck, I’ve gotta go. Have a good Christmas and New Year’s. I’ll call you.”

“You too,” Greg called after him.

Nick opened the outer door and walked down the stairs, turning back for one last look. He raised his hand, the ache in his throat competing with the ache in his straining cock. Greg smiled and raised his hand in turn. Nick turned and jogged home. This was going to be the worst fucking Christmas of his life.


~*~

tbc

Many thanks to Dagsrommer for Norwegian on the fly. I did give her a good laugh with online translation.