Fic: And I Will Follow
Jan. 28th, 2007 10:32 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
so8lue.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
nickngregTitle: And I Will Follow
Author: so8lue
Rating: R (to be on the safe side)
Category: H/C
Pairing: Nick/Greg established relationship
Spoilers: Episode tag to 7x13 Redrum.
Summary: Nick’s upset. Greg takes his mind off of his troubles.
Disclaimer: It’s a good thing that I don’t own them, ‘cause I’m just finding out what I want to do with these boys. Primetime tv would never be the same…although, I’m sure ratings would skyrocket.
Author’s Notes: This is my first experience getting bit by a plot bunny. Those sucker’s teeth hurt. *rubs backside*
--------------------
“I’m, I’m tired. I’m just going to go home.”
“Nick. Let it go.”
-:-
Nick slammed the door to his apartment, nearly shaking the pictures on the wall. Walking into the kitchen, he grabs a beer from the fridge, tossing the cap in the general area of the trash. Flopping onto the couch, he takes a swig from the bottle.
Yes, he’s upset. And as far as he’s concerned, he has every right to be. He was lied to, manipulated and purposely kept out of the loop. By people he considered friends. Well, except Keppler. He didn’t really know the guy, but what he’s learned so far hasn’t really endured the guy to him. But Catherine and Brass…
Nick snorts. Fine, if they want to play it that way, after everything they’d been through, then they all can take a flying leap.
Closing his eyes, he rests his head against the back of the couch, using the bottle to stave off the headache he got the moment this case started. So focused on the cold bottle, he doesn’t hear the shower turn off, or notice the figure dressed only in sweat pants that appears a few seconds later.
Stopping in front of him, Greg watches Nick, wincing sympathetically at the pained look on his face. This case was hard for Nick, with no one listening to what he said. Greg remembers what that was like. How his opinion was overlooked and scorned just because he wore a lab coat. It was probably ten times worse for Nick, who was used to having his opinion, if not taken into account, then at least respected.
And then to go behind Catherine’s back and organize a mini mutiny. Nick must have reached the edge if he was willing to risk his job. A job Greg knows he still loves, despite all of the hardships along the way. And when Nick looked at him from across the circle, begging with his eyes what he couldn’t convey with words. All Greg wanted to do was wrap his arms around him, Sara and Warrick be damned. When was Nick gonna learn that when he vowed to follow wherever Nick may lead, be it even to Hell itself, he meant it?
Right now, Greg decides, grabbing the half empty bottle from Nick’s grasp and placing it on the coffee table.
“Greg,” Nick said, lifting his head, “what are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing,” Greg replied, getting himself situated on his favorite spot to sit. The fact that it happened to be Nick’s lap, well, that was just a bonus as far as he was concerned. Clasping his hands behind Nick’s neck, Greg tilts his head to the side. “Just thought I’d come home, feed the fish, do a little light reading. Heard Tolstoy’s good for a chuckle.”
“Greg, not now,” Nick said while grabbing Greg’s waist and trying to lift him off, only to have Greg throw more of his weight down onto his thighs. Despite how many times Greg has proved otherwise, Nick still sometimes forgets how strong he really is. In his mind, he still sometimes think of Greg as the scrawny, energetic lab rat, swimming in an oversized coat, head banging to that noise he calls music, performing for the test tubes and pipettes. No one would ever believe that the t-shirts and suit jackets and baggy pants hid a well toned, lean body of pure muscle. Unless they’ve seen Greg in a stage of undress that he was unaware of. Nick tightens his grip, a wave of possessiveness running through him.
“Whoa, easy Cowboy,” Greg said, trying to calm Nick by gently kneading his neck. “What brought that on?”
“Greg, I’m tired,” Nick said, ignoring the question. “I just want to take a shower and head to bed. Okay?”
“Absolutely,” Greg agreed. “I’m totally for that shower. You stink.” Greg waggles his eyebrows at him, letting Nick know that he’s kidding. When he doesn’t even get a half-hearted smile, Greg decides to up the anti. “Tell you what, why don’t you close your eyes for a moment, huh?”
“Why,” Nick questions, narrowing his eyes at Greg.
“Just trust me, Nicky,” Greg said, giving Nick his best ‘sad puppy’ eyes. Rolling his eyes at Greg’s antics, Nick does what he’s asked. He’ll never tell Greg, but if ever Greg wants something from him, all he has to do is just breath.
Taking a moment to make sure that Nick’s eyes are closed all the way, and that he won’t peek, Greg implements his plan. Starting from the top of his forehead, Greg slowly outlines Nick’s face, applying light pressure along the way. Greg loves doing this for him. Nick’s usually the dominant in the relationship, taking care of Greg, making sure that he has all that he may need. Greg doesn’t fault Nick; it’s just how he was raised. And he likes it when Nick takes care of him, but that just means it’s that much harder for Nick to let go. Nick trusting Greg enough to let him do this for him, it brings tears to his eyes every time.
Greg continues Nick’s facial massage, making sure to get in-between his eyes and along the cheekbones, working away his stress lines. Running the pads of his fingers along Nick’s scalp, Greg pouts. He liked Nick’s hair. He used to run his fingers through the strands while Nick slept all the time. One of these days, he’s gonna convince Nick to let his hair grow again.
Greg gently caresses Nick’s ears, making sure to apply a sharper pressure at the lobes. Moaning, Nick goes completely limp. Greg scoffs. Gotcha. Leaning in until his lips are nearly touching Nick’s lips, Greg breathes. He continues for several minutes, gently kneading Nick’s shoulders, all the while keeping his breaths deep and even. Greg takes one more moment to make sure that Nick’s mimicking his breathing, then, while whispering, “I love you,” he closes the distance between them.
The kiss is gentle, a slight pressure between lips that gradually increases. Greg doesn’t want to rush it, but rather try to convey all the love he has for Nick. He pulls a short distance away, bumping their noses together, allowing Nick to catch his breath for a second, and then dives back in.
This time Greg’s not as gentle. He runs his tongue along Nick’s bottom lip, thrusting it into his mouth, wanting to taste all of Nick.
Nick moans, sinking deeper into the couch, moving Greg’s body higher up his body. He moves one hand to Greg’s hip, spreading his fingers wide to allow him some support. Nick trails his other hand up Greg’s bare back, lightly tracing the raised scars he finds along his shoulders and down his right side. Nick knows how sensitive those scars really are, and how mindless Greg can get when they’re stimulated.
Greg shudders, whimpering into the kiss. Grabbing the back of the couch with one hand, he tears his mouth away and starts thrusting his hips against Nick’s. Mumbling nonsense, he nips and sucks along Nick’s neck.
Gasping his lover’s name, Nick throws his head back, allowing Greg more access to his neck. Matching him thrust for thrust, Nick shoves his hand under Greg’s sweats, grabbing onto one cheek and grinding Greg’s crotch into his own. Nick needed more. He needed to feel Greg writhing under him, their naked bodies pressed so close together. To stare into Greg’s passion darkened eyes as he thrusts into him, to hear Greg cry out his name when he comes.
Grasping damp strands of hair, Nick pulls Greg away. Whimpering, Greg tries to delve back, only to have Nick’s grip tighten. “Nicky,” Greg whines, lifting his eyes to Nick’s face. What he sees there makes him go breathless.
“Bed,” Nick growls, lifting Greg off of his lap. Before he can get his balance, Nick takes a hold of Greg’s hand and heads for the bedroom. Greg follows.
Author: so8lue
Rating: R (to be on the safe side)
Category: H/C
Pairing: Nick/Greg established relationship
Spoilers: Episode tag to 7x13 Redrum.
Summary: Nick’s upset. Greg takes his mind off of his troubles.
Disclaimer: It’s a good thing that I don’t own them, ‘cause I’m just finding out what I want to do with these boys. Primetime tv would never be the same…although, I’m sure ratings would skyrocket.
Author’s Notes: This is my first experience getting bit by a plot bunny. Those sucker’s teeth hurt. *rubs backside*
“I’m, I’m tired. I’m just going to go home.”
“Nick. Let it go.”
Nick slammed the door to his apartment, nearly shaking the pictures on the wall. Walking into the kitchen, he grabs a beer from the fridge, tossing the cap in the general area of the trash. Flopping onto the couch, he takes a swig from the bottle.
Yes, he’s upset. And as far as he’s concerned, he has every right to be. He was lied to, manipulated and purposely kept out of the loop. By people he considered friends. Well, except Keppler. He didn’t really know the guy, but what he’s learned so far hasn’t really endured the guy to him. But Catherine and Brass…
Nick snorts. Fine, if they want to play it that way, after everything they’d been through, then they all can take a flying leap.
Closing his eyes, he rests his head against the back of the couch, using the bottle to stave off the headache he got the moment this case started. So focused on the cold bottle, he doesn’t hear the shower turn off, or notice the figure dressed only in sweat pants that appears a few seconds later.
Stopping in front of him, Greg watches Nick, wincing sympathetically at the pained look on his face. This case was hard for Nick, with no one listening to what he said. Greg remembers what that was like. How his opinion was overlooked and scorned just because he wore a lab coat. It was probably ten times worse for Nick, who was used to having his opinion, if not taken into account, then at least respected.
And then to go behind Catherine’s back and organize a mini mutiny. Nick must have reached the edge if he was willing to risk his job. A job Greg knows he still loves, despite all of the hardships along the way. And when Nick looked at him from across the circle, begging with his eyes what he couldn’t convey with words. All Greg wanted to do was wrap his arms around him, Sara and Warrick be damned. When was Nick gonna learn that when he vowed to follow wherever Nick may lead, be it even to Hell itself, he meant it?
Right now, Greg decides, grabbing the half empty bottle from Nick’s grasp and placing it on the coffee table.
“Greg,” Nick said, lifting his head, “what are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing,” Greg replied, getting himself situated on his favorite spot to sit. The fact that it happened to be Nick’s lap, well, that was just a bonus as far as he was concerned. Clasping his hands behind Nick’s neck, Greg tilts his head to the side. “Just thought I’d come home, feed the fish, do a little light reading. Heard Tolstoy’s good for a chuckle.”
“Greg, not now,” Nick said while grabbing Greg’s waist and trying to lift him off, only to have Greg throw more of his weight down onto his thighs. Despite how many times Greg has proved otherwise, Nick still sometimes forgets how strong he really is. In his mind, he still sometimes think of Greg as the scrawny, energetic lab rat, swimming in an oversized coat, head banging to that noise he calls music, performing for the test tubes and pipettes. No one would ever believe that the t-shirts and suit jackets and baggy pants hid a well toned, lean body of pure muscle. Unless they’ve seen Greg in a stage of undress that he was unaware of. Nick tightens his grip, a wave of possessiveness running through him.
“Whoa, easy Cowboy,” Greg said, trying to calm Nick by gently kneading his neck. “What brought that on?”
“Greg, I’m tired,” Nick said, ignoring the question. “I just want to take a shower and head to bed. Okay?”
“Absolutely,” Greg agreed. “I’m totally for that shower. You stink.” Greg waggles his eyebrows at him, letting Nick know that he’s kidding. When he doesn’t even get a half-hearted smile, Greg decides to up the anti. “Tell you what, why don’t you close your eyes for a moment, huh?”
“Why,” Nick questions, narrowing his eyes at Greg.
“Just trust me, Nicky,” Greg said, giving Nick his best ‘sad puppy’ eyes. Rolling his eyes at Greg’s antics, Nick does what he’s asked. He’ll never tell Greg, but if ever Greg wants something from him, all he has to do is just breath.
Taking a moment to make sure that Nick’s eyes are closed all the way, and that he won’t peek, Greg implements his plan. Starting from the top of his forehead, Greg slowly outlines Nick’s face, applying light pressure along the way. Greg loves doing this for him. Nick’s usually the dominant in the relationship, taking care of Greg, making sure that he has all that he may need. Greg doesn’t fault Nick; it’s just how he was raised. And he likes it when Nick takes care of him, but that just means it’s that much harder for Nick to let go. Nick trusting Greg enough to let him do this for him, it brings tears to his eyes every time.
Greg continues Nick’s facial massage, making sure to get in-between his eyes and along the cheekbones, working away his stress lines. Running the pads of his fingers along Nick’s scalp, Greg pouts. He liked Nick’s hair. He used to run his fingers through the strands while Nick slept all the time. One of these days, he’s gonna convince Nick to let his hair grow again.
Greg gently caresses Nick’s ears, making sure to apply a sharper pressure at the lobes. Moaning, Nick goes completely limp. Greg scoffs. Gotcha. Leaning in until his lips are nearly touching Nick’s lips, Greg breathes. He continues for several minutes, gently kneading Nick’s shoulders, all the while keeping his breaths deep and even. Greg takes one more moment to make sure that Nick’s mimicking his breathing, then, while whispering, “I love you,” he closes the distance between them.
The kiss is gentle, a slight pressure between lips that gradually increases. Greg doesn’t want to rush it, but rather try to convey all the love he has for Nick. He pulls a short distance away, bumping their noses together, allowing Nick to catch his breath for a second, and then dives back in.
This time Greg’s not as gentle. He runs his tongue along Nick’s bottom lip, thrusting it into his mouth, wanting to taste all of Nick.
Nick moans, sinking deeper into the couch, moving Greg’s body higher up his body. He moves one hand to Greg’s hip, spreading his fingers wide to allow him some support. Nick trails his other hand up Greg’s bare back, lightly tracing the raised scars he finds along his shoulders and down his right side. Nick knows how sensitive those scars really are, and how mindless Greg can get when they’re stimulated.
Greg shudders, whimpering into the kiss. Grabbing the back of the couch with one hand, he tears his mouth away and starts thrusting his hips against Nick’s. Mumbling nonsense, he nips and sucks along Nick’s neck.
Gasping his lover’s name, Nick throws his head back, allowing Greg more access to his neck. Matching him thrust for thrust, Nick shoves his hand under Greg’s sweats, grabbing onto one cheek and grinding Greg’s crotch into his own. Nick needed more. He needed to feel Greg writhing under him, their naked bodies pressed so close together. To stare into Greg’s passion darkened eyes as he thrusts into him, to hear Greg cry out his name when he comes.
Grasping damp strands of hair, Nick pulls Greg away. Whimpering, Greg tries to delve back, only to have Nick’s grip tighten. “Nicky,” Greg whines, lifting his eyes to Nick’s face. What he sees there makes him go breathless.
“Bed,” Nick growls, lifting Greg off of his lap. Before he can get his balance, Nick takes a hold of Greg’s hand and heads for the bedroom. Greg follows.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}