A/N: Humor+Sex=The Beginning of this Chapter. Some angst and hurt feelings after. And you get some information on Greg's jackass ex and Nick's family. The moods kind of hops around, but that was explained above. Plus, it's family. Nobody I know(including myself) is completely sane around family. I believe that's life.

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The water crashed down on him, the sensation intense, his lover?, on his knees in front of him. He buried his hands in the thick, dark hair and tried to stifle the noises he made.

Mine. The word repeated over and over in his mind as he slowly slid his tongue along the length of his lover's cock. He quickly dipped his tongue into the slit before swiftly engulfing the length, relishing the sounds coming from above him as he did so. Head bobbing, he set a slow pace occasionally adding the scrape of teeth just to feel the man above him shudder. He hummed low in the back of his throat as they increased in intensity and frequency.

The scrape of teeth shocked him every time it happened. He slid his hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders, holding on in a death grip, body shaking as the pace gradually increased. Nearly bent in half trying to stay quiet, his body suddenly seized with the orgasm causing him to moan long and low. Boneless he slid to the floor of shower, joining Nick.

Nick came at the first slightly bitter taste of Greg on his tongue. He felt his eyes roll backwards as he was swept away in not only his, but Greg's orgasm as well.

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"You swallowed."

"That's the first thing you say?" Nick shook his head as Greg finally managed to speak.

"It's just he…. I mean he…" Greg sighed burrowing further into Nick's chest.

"Never? At all?" Nick was shocked when Greg shook his head in the affirmative.

Greg gave a muffled reply with the head shake. "Not once."

"I thought you were always safe."

"I was. The condoms always came from my stash, not his. He didn't get a fucking thing if he didn't have one on. But sometimes he couldn't wait."

Nick didn't want to ask, but a part of him really needed to know. "What would he do?"

"More that likely, when someone refused him he would come and find me, pull me into somewhere private, and suck away."

"So you don't like them?" Nick started to regret what he had initiated not twenty minutes ago.

"Nick. I like blow jobs just fine." Greg smiled at him. " I just don't like being used for them." Greg sighed at the look on Nick's face. Then he slowly moved his lips so that they were pressing against Nick's left ear. "You didn't use me Nicky." He whispered.

He suddenly bit into Nick's neck to stifle his shout, just as Nick let out a yell that could be heard all the way in the barn.

"That's what you get for using all the hot water Nick!" Kelly shouted from outside his bedroom door.

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They had washed in record time in the freezing water and now stood quickly drying off on the tiny bath mat.

"That bitch." Nick muttered. "I can't believe she did that. She already took her shower, and was in the bathroom for two hours this morning. I should know, I had children traipsing through to use my bathroom."

Shivering and dry Greg quickly pulled on his boxers before plastering himself to a still naked Nick. "Cold. I agree, but so cold."

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Greg had opted to stay in the room, under the covers while Nick went down to yell. He had the distinct feeling that Nick would come back to actually vent some more.

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"What the hell were you thinking? That's all I want to know." Nick hissed when he found his niece. He didn't even care that just about everybody in his family was there.

"That if you're in the shower that long you need to start seeing somebody?" Kelly smiled, phrasing it like a question.

"I wasn't the one in the bathroom for two hours this morning. And, I am." Nick turned to leave.

"You're a pig Nick! Wait, you are what?" The entire room seemed to hold its collective breath.

"I'm seeing someone." Nick let out a quiet sigh before turning around.

"Why haven't you told us?"

He heard the hurt in his mom's voice and tried not to groan in frustration. "Because we haven't been together that long."

"When do we get to meet him Nick?"

Nick's spine snapped strait and his blood turned to ice when he heard his father actually use his name. "When the amount of time we've been together consists of more than one months name. Until then I guess you're all shit out of luck!" Having said that he turned and went back up stairs.

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"Nicky?" Greg whispered. In spite of himself and the cold, he had followed Nick down to the kitchen and hidden on the stairs.

Nick sat on the edge of the bed pulling his sneakers on. "You know that motel you pass on the way here?"

"Yeah."

"Would you meet me there in twenty minutes?"

"Yes."

Nick nodded his head as he got up. "Here. Wear this." He set a ball cap on Greg's head as he walked out the door. The front door slammed before Greg stirred enough to pull the cap off and look at it. He slowly ran his thumb over the L.V.P.D. logo.

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Ten minutes later Greg was dressed and out the door with the excuse of going to see Josh. Seven minutes later he was standing in front of a puke green door. He assumed it was Nick's room because his truck was parked in front. He didn't knock, just turned the handle and walked in.

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Nick pulled Greg into the room and slammed him into the closed door with a clash of lips and teeth. He didn't pull back until they were both seeing spots and, with Greg still gasping for air, he began to bite, lick, and suck on the younger mans neck. He impatiently shoved Greg's shirts up his torso, exploring the skin beneath with his hands as if he had never touched it before, pivoting them towards the bed.

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The wind was knocked out of him as Nick pushed them both onto the hard mattress. "Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick…." Greg kept saying his name and rubbing his back, trying to bring him out of it. He knew it was working because Nick had finally stopped trying to leave a hickey on his neck. "It's okay. Tell me?"

Nick lifted his head to look at Greg. Shirts pushed under his armpits, deep red mark on in the junction between his neck and shoulder, and his hat still on Greg's head. "Yeah." Nick sighed, shaking his head.

"Does he hate you for being gay?"

"No! No. It's just…" Nick sighed, slowly rearranging Greg's clothes for time. "It's just the one area of my life, where he treats me like a girl. Don't get me wrong, I mean I would want to meet my children's significant others too. But he's always treated me like my sisters, not my brother, in the dating game. It's still a sore spot."

"Is that why he called you by name?"

"Hmmm?"

"I noticed he doesn't usually call you Nick."

"Oh. Yeah he only pulls the name card out when he's really angry."

"Do you want to tell him?"

"I want more time with you before my family invades. But yes, I do want to tell him."

Greg got it. Family could scare away the person you wanted to keep. "Nicky? I don't have any shirts that will cover this." Greg made a motion toward his new hickey. " So the way I figure it is, you're the one that's gonna have buy the make-up."

"Gotcha." Nick suddenly jerked back. "What!"

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After the mad make-up run, Nick was exhausted. But he did have to admit that Greg knew how to hide a hickey. "That'll come in handy." He muttered, leaning on the porch railing. He had the distinct feeling that he would be leaving his mark all over Greg tonight. Especially since his niece had dragged him onto a horse more than three hours ago. He wasn't worried, he told himself as he moved to sit on the railing. He wasn't. He had seen all the food Kelly had taken, plus there was no way she would do anything to exhaust the horses. She knew how to ride. 'But did Greg?' The thought crept up Nick's spine and back down again, making the fine hairs on his neck stand up. "Shit!" The expletive burst from his lips before he could stop it. And the only thing that kept him from jumping of the porch and going to look for Greg was the somewhat startled voice behind him.

"Poncho?"

Nick didn't even turn around, but said in the coldest tone he knew how to use with his father. "Dad."

"Poncho." When he got no response he tried again. "Look, I'm sorry son. It's just… We just want to know why you didn't tell us."

"We're new."

"And you're not sure?"

"What? Oh. No we're sure."

"Then why? We just want to know…"

"That's why! You know how many guys haven't called back because of you! Because of all of you! You're not going to fuck this one up! I won't let you."

"Ponch-"

"Don't! Just, don't." Nick hopped off the porch and stalked to the barn, leaving his father speechless.

He slammed the door when got there, not even noticing that the horses didn't react to his anger. Fuming, Nick stomped up and down the length of the barn. He was so mad he almost missed the voices that were steadily drifting closer. He dove behind bales of hay just as the barn door opened.

"Hey Greg?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever heard of Café Lestat?"

"Yep. Sounds cool."

Nick watched from his hiding spot as they came in and started the grooming process. 'How does Greg know what do?' Nick shook back the thought as Kelly tried again.

"So. I was thinking tha-"

"You know, I heard a rumor that the place got its name just because the guy that runs it thought it would be cool. That he hasn't even read the books or seen the movie."

"Greg."

"Well, I guess it would be movies now. Right? I mean, I haven't seen the second movie. But I was told that it wasn't very good just because they tried to combine two of the books. And somebody else said that it was excellent, but I'm not sure they've read the books. I mean I need to too. I just have to find them first. I know I have them. Somewhere. Oh well. That whole seen or read thing is just speculation. So. Have you read the books or seen the movies?" Greg turned waiting for the answer.

"No."

"Well if I ever find the books and read them, you can borrow them. The movie too. Got that somewhere." Greg could see she was getting mad. He just didn't know how to handle telling her. It's not like he could come out and say, 'Hey, someday soon I'll be fucking your uncle.'. No. That didn't seem like an option.

"So the café sounds like a great place for couples. Don't you think?"

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'Blatant!' Greg's mind shouted at him. As an idea floated through, his mind shouted another word. 'Cruel!' He smiled at Kelly. "I can finish this up for you Kell. And thanks for the tip. I'll definitely use it!" Greg turned back to his horse.

"Oh." Greg heard her clear her throat. "Well, I'll leave you to it then."

He tuned everything out after the door slammed. Greg continued the task with a few choice words muttered here and there.

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Nick watched from his hiding spot as his niece stormed out and his boyfriend started grooming again. He waited. The insults got more creative as Greg finished up, got strung together as he put things away, and finally died out as plopped onto a bail of hay. He waited even as the voice asked.

"Exactly how long have you been there?"

Nick slowly made his way to the bail and sat.

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Greg finally felt Nick sit next to him. He thought he'd get yelled at, instead he felt arms go around him. Greg sighed and leaned into the touch. "I really have no clue."

Nick whispered, "Neither do I."

The silence that had been deafening before, now soothed nerves.


A/N: I hate giving timelines of when I'm going to update, but I'm trying to aim for Sunday for all my posting. A chapter may come out earlier if I get it done before then. Just to let readers know. Reviews are love, ConCrit is welcomed, and any and all Flames will be used to build a bonfire to tell this story by.