nickngreg | (no subject)

Title: Domestic Chores
Chapter: 3/12
Author: jettblack0110
Rating: PG
Summary: It's flu season...
Warnings: buckets of snot

Greg wandered through the store aimlessly and silently, clutching a shopping basket to his chest. He hated the grocery story; there really was nothing more to it. He hated looking for the items he needed, hated standing in line, and hated unloading the groceries at home. But Nick was sick and did not want to get anyone else sick. Greg grudgingly agreed to go to the store only after Super Stokes had run out of tissues and was threatening to use Greg’s t-shirts instead. So here he was, in the one place he hated most, looking at brands of tissues for his bedridden lover. Tissues came with lotion on them? Greg suppressed a little snort, thinking of an instance where his tissues were covered in lotion. Nick had been on his mind all day that day. Pulling himself back to reality, Greg resumed his perusal of the seemingly thousands of boxes of tissues. There were kinds that killed bacteria, kinds with aloe vera, kinds with triple layers, and kinds with comfort weaves. The boxes ranged from Disney patterns to solid colors, with everything in between.

Who had all the time to think of so many varieties of tissues? Greg’s mouth was hanging open with indecision as his eyes darted back and forth from one box to another. Finally, he picked a box. A blue box with normal, double layer, no lotion, no aloe, no antiviral tissues. Good-old plain tissues. Nick’s style of tissues. With a triumphant smile, Greg continued on to the next lane to grab some cold medicine—the extra strength kind. Greg was getting a little antsy with Nick laid up for a few days. He wanted some energy in his lover tonight. Upon arriving in the medicine aisle, Greg was surprised to see that there was an even larger selection of cold medicines than there was tissues. He issued a frustrated groan, merely wanting to get out of the store and take care of Nick. Scrunching his eyes shut, he thrust a hand out and grabbed the first bottle he could, throwing it in his basket along with the treasured tissues.

Greg crashed into the bedroom, making as much noise as possible. He wanted to make sure Nick knew how annoyed he was. After he had gotten the medicine, Greg had to stand in an impossibly long line just to be scoffed at by some snotty teenage girl running the cash register. He violently threw the tissues at his lover’s prostrate form, which promptly twitched and groaned.

“This is how much I love you, Nick,” Greg said, “I went to the grocery store for you.”

Nick raised a skeptical eyebrow before tearing open the tissue box. “As I’ve said before, G, you never cease to amaze me.” He ended his thought with a loud honk in the first tissue of the box.

“Not even a thank you?” Greg said, “Sexy.” Nick honked again in the tissue.

“Hey, I wouldn’t be sick if it weren’t for you, so shut it.” The man did have a point. Greg had been sick the week before. And if there’s anything worse than Greg being antsy when Nick is sick, it is Greg being antsy when Greg is sick. He would not call it rape, because of course Nicky always wanted it, but perhaps he could say Nick was not thrilled with the idea of screwing his mucous faucet of a boyfriend. Needless to say, Greg won and now Nick was sick.

“Be that as it may, you still liked it.” Nick threw his used tissue at Greg. Greg dodged out of the way of the tissue before tossing the medicine bottle at Nick in return. He then launched himself on the bed, bouncing as high as he could.

“G, stop…” Nick whined, “My head hurts.” Greg stopped bouncing and lay next his lover. He was wearing his goofy smile as he planted a big, sloppy kiss on Nick’s forehead.

“Better?”

“No.”

“You’re really crabby when you’re sick.”

“Like I said before, I wouldn’t be sick if it weren’t for you.”

“But, Nicky, I went to the store and everything. I think that’s a good enough apology.”

“I could think of some better things.”

“That’s what the medicine is for.”

“If we keep this up, this cold is just going to be passed between us forever.”

“I love you, Nick Stokes.” He placed a kiss on Nick’s reddened nose.

“What was that for?”

“What?”

“You know what.”

“What, a man can’t love his man? You’re adorable when you’re sick. Crabby, but adorable.”

“I’m not adorable.”

“You are. Your nose is red, you curl up under the blankets, and, my favorite, you wear your glasses. I love when you wear your glasses, you know that, Nicky.” Nick only grunted in return. He rolled over, his back facing Greg. Greg sighed and shuffled across the bed until his chest was flush against Nick’s back. He threw his arm over Nick and hugged him close, placing a kiss right under his ear. “I love you even when you are sick and crabby and when you make me go to the grocery store.”

“I love you too, G.”