Fic: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep (2/?)
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nickngregTitle: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult content
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: None
Summary: Love isn’t always enough.
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is a sequel to ‘Putting Down Roots’ which you can find
here
Greg had a completely different view of the last five months. For him, those five months had been the closest thing to heaven on earth, he’d ever experienced. He had been attracted to Nick from the moment he’d been introduced during his first night at the lab. Greg was completely at ease with his sexual orientation. He didn’t make a big deal of the fact that he swung both ways but if anyone had ever asked him a direct question, he would have given them a direct answer.
He loved the fact that he worked with some of the most attractive people, both men and women, he’d ever seen. Flirting was a part of his daily work schedule and he was so good at his job that he could indulge his love of flirting without missing a single drop in his complicated compounds.
But of all the people he flirted with, Nicholas Aron Stokes was the ‘Holy Grail’, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. If a genie had appeared and told him he could have one magical night, but only one, with the object of his desires and he would never have sex again, he would have picked one night with Nick and never hesitated at all.
When Warrick, Archie and Bobby told him he had to stay and help Nick clean up after his house warming party because he had the night off, he grumbled but he had to keep turning away so no one could see the smiles he was having trouble hiding. Spending time with Nick, no matter what they did, was fine with Greg.
And then, Nick had made him a killer margarita and taken him into his bedroom and Greg had been speechless for one of the few times in his life. The bedroom was his design; exactly. Then Nick put his hands on him and told him he liked him; really liked him. He heard Nick say something about bed (it was only later, much later that he discovered that Nick had said he didn’t expect him to go to bed with him right then) and he gave up his thanks to every God he had ever heard of and kissed him with all his heart and soul and good God, Nick kissed him back. Nick paused long enough to tell Greg he didn’t want a one-night stand and that was the start of a night that still made Greg shiver when he thought about it.
The only cloud in the whole five months was Nick’s weird drifting into ‘Martha Stewart’ land. Furniture was meant to be sat on and hold books and food and even feet. Nick had other thoughts about that. He would get all bent out of shape about things like towels on the floor (what the hell….he would pick them up sooner or later and throw them in the laundry room) and making a bed when you got out of it. Why?
Either you were going to get back into it (or at least on it) to make love or you were going to fall in it to sleep. Why bother to make it? All though, he did have to admit when he came in from a hard shift and the bedroom was cool and clean and the sheets felt like silk against his skin, he could almost see Nick’s point.
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Greg slowly forced one eye open and knew at once it was a bad idea. He closed it quickly and laid there trying to bring some order to his jumbled mind. The only thing he was sure of, was who he was. Everything else was sort of a jumble. Maybe if he tried the eye again slowly and just a slit, he might get some meaningful input to process. Oh the pain, the pain. After several agonizing tries, he got the eye open and looked around. Unfortunately, he was laying on his stomach on something, with his head sort of hanging down, (no wonder his head hurt so bad) and the only thing he could see was a floor; an extremely dirty floor.
Vaguely, off in the distance, he heard another moan. He knew it wasn’t his. He could still recognize his own moans. The moan was followed by a low, “Oh my good God, what have I done?” That was immediately followed by painful retching and then the unmistakable sound of someone worshiping the porcelain God.
Greg slowly and carefully worked his head up and back on a solid surface. Then he tried the eye again. That was better; still painful but at least he was looking at a coffee table. Perhaps he could inventory the contents and make a decision where he was. That would have worked except for the fact that the coffee table was laying on its side on the dirty floor and nothing seemed to be close enough to the toppled table to inventory. Greg knew at once that he had to move his head a little more. Man, he still had it. Sharp as a tack even in his current condition.
It took a long time but eventually Greg was sitting upright. He had to slump down so he could lay his head back because it still wobbled when he tried to balance in on his neck. He had figured out he was in his friend Rob’s apartment. Parts of the last 24 hours began to come through to him. He remembered getting off work and Nick was no where to be found. He called Nick's cell and was told he’d just picked up a multiple murder way out on the fringes of the city; for him to just go home and he’d see him when he got there. Nick reminded Greg that he had the next shift off and he had promised, blood oath, to clean the house and do the laundry. Greg told him not to worry and he was going to go home and get some shut eye. When Nick left for work that night, he’d do the ‘Merry Maid’ gig. They both found things to do on their off shifts so they wouldn’t get their internal clocks messed up.
Nick never came home. Greg had slept hard until almost 6.00 pm when Rob and some of their other friends had called and asked if Nick was around. Nick and Greg’s old friends didn’t get along too well. Nick was a serious guy and his friends were so NOT.
He had already checked his messages and found two from Nick telling him he was going to double over on this one so he told the guys they could come over if they brought food. They did and Greg moaned out loud when he remembered a food fight and seeing French fries sailing through the air and landing all over the furniture in the living room. Nick was going to kill him. They had all decided to go clubbing since it was so seldom they got to do that anymore. Greg, Lance and Bud were all in solo relationships and it was like an alignment of the planets that all of them were without their significant others at the same time.
Greg had felt a moment of ‘perhaps I shouldn’t do this’ but he ruthlessly pushed it down. After all, he worked hard, he was a good person, he deserved to have fun. The house and the clothes would still be there when he got back and as long as he picked up a little before Nick got home AND got them both some clean underwear it would be OK. Except it was now after 12:00 noon and he knew the house was a pig sty. He did not remember putting any of the leftover food away and he was pretty sure he hadn’t picked up any of the flying French Fries and he knew he hadn’t thrown the clothes in the washing machine before he left. Of course in his own defense, he couldn’t get to the washing machine without taking out a lot of garbage. (Which he just remembered he’d been telling Nick he would get rid of for the last 3 weeks.)
Greg knew it was going to take more than groveling and a spectacular blow job to get Nick over this one. The first thing he needed to do was get out of his club clothes, (which smelled disgusting even to him), get himself showered, shaved and shampooed and get home to his man and start making it up to him.
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When Greg slid in through the back door, the house smelled stale and nasty. It was completely still. He slipped through into the bedroom and saw his love laying on some weird tan thing with ruffles for God’s sake, out like a light. He slipped off his clothes and carefully got onto the bed and as close to Nick as he could without waking him. It took a while but at last he was up against that strong body that he loved so much. He slipped his arms around his sleeping boyfriend and cuddled him close to him. As he slowly drifted off, he thought once again how lucky he was and how much he loved Nick. He also felt really guilty for pissing away his downtime after the promises he’d made.
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Nick woke up to the familiar feel of arms holding him close. He could feel Greg’s body against his and for one brief moment he rolled up against his bed partner and pushed his hard erection up against him. Greg was still asleep but he was so attuned to Nick that he automatically opened his legs so Nick’s cock could slide between his thighs and in his sleep, he slid his hand up Nick’s back to cup his neck and hold his head against him. They lay together as they had every waking time for the last five months and their bodies began to move together in a dance that was as old as time itself. They rocked each other into a sleepy, slow orgasm that was in it’s own way as satisfying as steamy hot sex. But when Nick reached down to pull up the sheet to cover them against the room’s chill, he couldn’t find the sheet. The more he searched the more he woke up and when his hand rubbed across something that felt suspiciously like a ruffle, he woke up completely.
Everything came rushing back and he was right back where he was when he dropped onto the bed; in a blind rage. He jumped out of bed, grabbed Greg by the shoulder and started shaking him, hard.
“Wake up damnit! Where the hell have you been and what happened to your promises to me that I wouldn’t have to come back to a pig sty one more time?”
Greg was never at his best when he first woke up and considering that he still had a hangover and he was floating on the left overs of the great orgasm he’d just had; well, you could say, it was not his finest hour. He had no idea what was happening, he just knew Nick was furious so he tried to do what he usually did when Nick was angry; sex him out of it. But when he reached for Nick’s cock, Nick exploded into a screaming, fit. He was so angry he was spitting.
Greg felt that Nick had changed the rules without telling him. For the last five months, Nick got mad, Greg got him horny, Greg got him off and everything went back to normal. This time, however, Nick would not let him touch him. He kept yelling about dirty dishes and garbage and no sheets and a bathroom that reminded him of his crime scene. Finally Greg got awake enough to get mad and he started yelling back. He yelled that it was just furniture, it didn’t have feelings, it couldn’t keep Nick warm or make him happy and didn’t that count for anything?
When they started calling each other names, Nick stopped yelling. He got cold and quiet and he told Greg he thought he needed to go back to his own place and maybe they both needed to do some serious thinking about what they wanted. Greg got up, threw his clothes on and told Nick he knew exactly what he wanted; he’d never changed his mind. He loved Nick completely and unconditionally but it was pretty obvious that Nick could only love an unrealistic idea in his own head and not a real man.
Nick told him, to take what he needed and Greg answered back that right that moment the only thing he needed was to get as far away from Nick as he could. Nick slammed the bedroom door at almost the exact moment Greg slammed the back door.
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult content
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: None
Summary: Love isn’t always enough.
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is a sequel to ‘Putting Down Roots’ which you can find
here
Greg had a completely different view of the last five months. For him, those five months had been the closest thing to heaven on earth, he’d ever experienced. He had been attracted to Nick from the moment he’d been introduced during his first night at the lab. Greg was completely at ease with his sexual orientation. He didn’t make a big deal of the fact that he swung both ways but if anyone had ever asked him a direct question, he would have given them a direct answer.
He loved the fact that he worked with some of the most attractive people, both men and women, he’d ever seen. Flirting was a part of his daily work schedule and he was so good at his job that he could indulge his love of flirting without missing a single drop in his complicated compounds.
But of all the people he flirted with, Nicholas Aron Stokes was the ‘Holy Grail’, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. If a genie had appeared and told him he could have one magical night, but only one, with the object of his desires and he would never have sex again, he would have picked one night with Nick and never hesitated at all.
When Warrick, Archie and Bobby told him he had to stay and help Nick clean up after his house warming party because he had the night off, he grumbled but he had to keep turning away so no one could see the smiles he was having trouble hiding. Spending time with Nick, no matter what they did, was fine with Greg.
And then, Nick had made him a killer margarita and taken him into his bedroom and Greg had been speechless for one of the few times in his life. The bedroom was his design; exactly. Then Nick put his hands on him and told him he liked him; really liked him. He heard Nick say something about bed (it was only later, much later that he discovered that Nick had said he didn’t expect him to go to bed with him right then) and he gave up his thanks to every God he had ever heard of and kissed him with all his heart and soul and good God, Nick kissed him back. Nick paused long enough to tell Greg he didn’t want a one-night stand and that was the start of a night that still made Greg shiver when he thought about it.
The only cloud in the whole five months was Nick’s weird drifting into ‘Martha Stewart’ land. Furniture was meant to be sat on and hold books and food and even feet. Nick had other thoughts about that. He would get all bent out of shape about things like towels on the floor (what the hell….he would pick them up sooner or later and throw them in the laundry room) and making a bed when you got out of it. Why?
Either you were going to get back into it (or at least on it) to make love or you were going to fall in it to sleep. Why bother to make it? All though, he did have to admit when he came in from a hard shift and the bedroom was cool and clean and the sheets felt like silk against his skin, he could almost see Nick’s point.
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Greg slowly forced one eye open and knew at once it was a bad idea. He closed it quickly and laid there trying to bring some order to his jumbled mind. The only thing he was sure of, was who he was. Everything else was sort of a jumble. Maybe if he tried the eye again slowly and just a slit, he might get some meaningful input to process. Oh the pain, the pain. After several agonizing tries, he got the eye open and looked around. Unfortunately, he was laying on his stomach on something, with his head sort of hanging down, (no wonder his head hurt so bad) and the only thing he could see was a floor; an extremely dirty floor.
Vaguely, off in the distance, he heard another moan. He knew it wasn’t his. He could still recognize his own moans. The moan was followed by a low, “Oh my good God, what have I done?” That was immediately followed by painful retching and then the unmistakable sound of someone worshiping the porcelain God.
Greg slowly and carefully worked his head up and back on a solid surface. Then he tried the eye again. That was better; still painful but at least he was looking at a coffee table. Perhaps he could inventory the contents and make a decision where he was. That would have worked except for the fact that the coffee table was laying on its side on the dirty floor and nothing seemed to be close enough to the toppled table to inventory. Greg knew at once that he had to move his head a little more. Man, he still had it. Sharp as a tack even in his current condition.
It took a long time but eventually Greg was sitting upright. He had to slump down so he could lay his head back because it still wobbled when he tried to balance in on his neck. He had figured out he was in his friend Rob’s apartment. Parts of the last 24 hours began to come through to him. He remembered getting off work and Nick was no where to be found. He called Nick's cell and was told he’d just picked up a multiple murder way out on the fringes of the city; for him to just go home and he’d see him when he got there. Nick reminded Greg that he had the next shift off and he had promised, blood oath, to clean the house and do the laundry. Greg told him not to worry and he was going to go home and get some shut eye. When Nick left for work that night, he’d do the ‘Merry Maid’ gig. They both found things to do on their off shifts so they wouldn’t get their internal clocks messed up.
Nick never came home. Greg had slept hard until almost 6.00 pm when Rob and some of their other friends had called and asked if Nick was around. Nick and Greg’s old friends didn’t get along too well. Nick was a serious guy and his friends were so NOT.
He had already checked his messages and found two from Nick telling him he was going to double over on this one so he told the guys they could come over if they brought food. They did and Greg moaned out loud when he remembered a food fight and seeing French fries sailing through the air and landing all over the furniture in the living room. Nick was going to kill him. They had all decided to go clubbing since it was so seldom they got to do that anymore. Greg, Lance and Bud were all in solo relationships and it was like an alignment of the planets that all of them were without their significant others at the same time.
Greg had felt a moment of ‘perhaps I shouldn’t do this’ but he ruthlessly pushed it down. After all, he worked hard, he was a good person, he deserved to have fun. The house and the clothes would still be there when he got back and as long as he picked up a little before Nick got home AND got them both some clean underwear it would be OK. Except it was now after 12:00 noon and he knew the house was a pig sty. He did not remember putting any of the leftover food away and he was pretty sure he hadn’t picked up any of the flying French Fries and he knew he hadn’t thrown the clothes in the washing machine before he left. Of course in his own defense, he couldn’t get to the washing machine without taking out a lot of garbage. (Which he just remembered he’d been telling Nick he would get rid of for the last 3 weeks.)
Greg knew it was going to take more than groveling and a spectacular blow job to get Nick over this one. The first thing he needed to do was get out of his club clothes, (which smelled disgusting even to him), get himself showered, shaved and shampooed and get home to his man and start making it up to him.
********************************************************************
When Greg slid in through the back door, the house smelled stale and nasty. It was completely still. He slipped through into the bedroom and saw his love laying on some weird tan thing with ruffles for God’s sake, out like a light. He slipped off his clothes and carefully got onto the bed and as close to Nick as he could without waking him. It took a while but at last he was up against that strong body that he loved so much. He slipped his arms around his sleeping boyfriend and cuddled him close to him. As he slowly drifted off, he thought once again how lucky he was and how much he loved Nick. He also felt really guilty for pissing away his downtime after the promises he’d made.
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Nick woke up to the familiar feel of arms holding him close. He could feel Greg’s body against his and for one brief moment he rolled up against his bed partner and pushed his hard erection up against him. Greg was still asleep but he was so attuned to Nick that he automatically opened his legs so Nick’s cock could slide between his thighs and in his sleep, he slid his hand up Nick’s back to cup his neck and hold his head against him. They lay together as they had every waking time for the last five months and their bodies began to move together in a dance that was as old as time itself. They rocked each other into a sleepy, slow orgasm that was in it’s own way as satisfying as steamy hot sex. But when Nick reached down to pull up the sheet to cover them against the room’s chill, he couldn’t find the sheet. The more he searched the more he woke up and when his hand rubbed across something that felt suspiciously like a ruffle, he woke up completely.
Everything came rushing back and he was right back where he was when he dropped onto the bed; in a blind rage. He jumped out of bed, grabbed Greg by the shoulder and started shaking him, hard.
“Wake up damnit! Where the hell have you been and what happened to your promises to me that I wouldn’t have to come back to a pig sty one more time?”
Greg was never at his best when he first woke up and considering that he still had a hangover and he was floating on the left overs of the great orgasm he’d just had; well, you could say, it was not his finest hour. He had no idea what was happening, he just knew Nick was furious so he tried to do what he usually did when Nick was angry; sex him out of it. But when he reached for Nick’s cock, Nick exploded into a screaming, fit. He was so angry he was spitting.
Greg felt that Nick had changed the rules without telling him. For the last five months, Nick got mad, Greg got him horny, Greg got him off and everything went back to normal. This time, however, Nick would not let him touch him. He kept yelling about dirty dishes and garbage and no sheets and a bathroom that reminded him of his crime scene. Finally Greg got awake enough to get mad and he started yelling back. He yelled that it was just furniture, it didn’t have feelings, it couldn’t keep Nick warm or make him happy and didn’t that count for anything?
When they started calling each other names, Nick stopped yelling. He got cold and quiet and he told Greg he thought he needed to go back to his own place and maybe they both needed to do some serious thinking about what they wanted. Greg got up, threw his clothes on and told Nick he knew exactly what he wanted; he’d never changed his mind. He loved Nick completely and unconditionally but it was pretty obvious that Nick could only love an unrealistic idea in his own head and not a real man.
Nick told him, to take what he needed and Greg answered back that right that moment the only thing he needed was to get as far away from Nick as he could. Nick slammed the bedroom door at almost the exact moment Greg slammed the back door.
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