First Nick and Greg. I love domestic N/G, so I tried to write one. Tried being the key word.
Summary: Domestic fluff. Nick, Greg, and a jar of pizza sauce. Set when Greg's still in the lab with his crazy hair.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Dinnertime
Nick sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. "I can't believe you did that."
Greg smiled triumphantly at his partner. "Well, you deserved it."
Nick shook his head. He got up from the table and walked over to the living room couch and flopped down on it. Nick sighed dejectedly. "Just…just don't talk to me right now."
Greg frowned. "But, Nicky, why?"
"Don't give me that look, Greg. You know exactly why."
Greg rolled his eyes and walked over to Nick. He sat down next to the older man and snuggled his head into Nick's neck.
"G, your hair is poking me in the face." Nick batted the troublesome hair away playfully, finally forming a smile.
"You never minded before," Greg smirked.
Nick just rolled his eyes.
A couple of seconds into the following silence, Greg cleared his throat. Nick looked at him expectantly.
"Yes, Greg?"
Greg latched himself onto Nick once more and in a dramatic display of melodrama. "I'm sorry, Nicky."
Nick sighed. "Sure, G, but-"
"But really, Nicky, never ever make pizza without sauce again. It's unnatural."
Nick rolled his eyes. He'd heard this rant once today already. "Greggo, it wasn't supposed to have sauce. It's a different kind of pizza that uses-"
Greg folded his arms. "No, Nicky. Don't try to defend that thing. We'll just have to make another one, now. I tried it after I fixed it-"
"You mean after you dumped a jar of sauce on it."
Greg waved a hand at Nick. "Psh, details, details. Nicholas, pizza is a staple food. You can't just expect it not to have sauce. Where else would you get your vegetables?"
Nick rolled his eyes. "One day, when your metabolism catches up with you, I'm just going to sit here and laugh. And Gregory, dear, that took almost two hours to make." He stood up from the couch, "If we are making pizza 'the right way,' then you're helping me this time."
Greg looked at Nick with wide eyes. "Cook?" And he pointed to himself.
Nick smirked and pulled Greg off of the couch. "Yes."
"You remember what happened last time I tried to help, right?"
Nick paused. "Actually, why don't you just clean up your mess and reset the table."
Greg smiled and kissed Nick on the cheek. "I knew you'd see it my way."