Greg stops in front of the mirror in the hall way and checks his hair. He rustles his hair with his fingers, and ends up with the same result as before. Seemingly satisfied he continues to the living room.
He flattens his shirt nervously. He rolls his eyes and sits down on the sofa. Ever since Nick called him twenty minutes before he ha become fixated that everything be perfect, from his hair to shoes and socks. He was wearing his favorite short, the button up one that showed how thin he had become and showed just enough of his arms. He wore skinny jeans, the ones the showed off almost everything.
As soon as he sits down there is a knock at the door. He launched off the couch, composing himself at the door. He checks a small mirror next to the door and opens it.
"Greggo," Nick exclaims, grabbing him in a one armed hug.
"Hey Nick," Greg mumbles, standing aside so that Nick can come inside. He holds a bag with a six pack of bottled beer. "Take a seat, and ill put that in the fridge," He take the bag from Nick.
"Bring out a couple of those, will you?" Nick says, looking around Greg's living room. Greg nods and walks down the hall to his kitchen. He returns a few moments later with two bottles.
Nick is sitting on his couch, his jacket off and looking relaxed. He is wearing a tight black shirt that forms to his stomach, Greg pulls his eyes away and looks at Nick. "Here you go," He hands him one.
The TV is on and a group of men are talking about the basketball game that was about to start. Greg sits next to him, as far away as possible. Greg didn't care what the men were saying, but years of practice and he knew how to pretend to listen to it.
Nick takes a swig from the bottle, "How is your vacation," he asks.
"Fine, though I am not sure what to do with myself,." Greg admits. "How was work,"
"It was…work," Nick says, failing at thinking of another word to describe it, "Someone is killed, we investigate, and hope to find the right guy," he sounds bitter.
"I know what you mean," Greg says, nursing his beer. His mothers proposition to mind, and he considers telling Nick about it but Nick is distracted by a gang of cheerleaders that appear on the screen. Greg goes red in the face, and doesn't speak until they are out of sight.
The conversation literally dies after the game starts, and both men turn their attention to the screen. Nick finishes off his bottle and polishes off three more before the game is over. "What a game," He says, leaning back from the edge of the couch.
Greg smiles, weakly and laughs.
Nick stands, and stretches, looking at the time. "Damn, its after 11" he yawns.
"you should stay," Greg says, "Your drunk anyhow,"
Nick nods, "I've got work tomorrow, at one again,"
Greg grabs him a blanket and a pillow from his bed. Nick builds himself a makeshift bed on the couch.
"Night Greg," Nick says, pulling off his shirt. Greg leans against the doorway, admiring him, "you need something?" Nick asks, noticing Greg.
Greg shakes his head, "No," He says, "good night," He walks to his room on the other side of the kitchen, closing the door behind him. He lays in bed for while, listening to Nick rustle from the living room. He eventually falls into an unrest less slumber.
Greg snaps awake, sitting up in his bed. He looks over at his alarm clock, 9am. He groans and stumbles into the kitchen. He starts the coffee pot and walks to the refrigerator. He yawns and scratches his stomach.
The one beer left reminds him of Nick in his living room. He quietly goes down the hallway and finds an awake Nick, sitting at the edge of couch rubbing his eyes. His shirt and Pants lay in a neat pile on the floor.
"Hey Nick," He says startling the Texan.
"Hey Greg," Nick mumbles
Greg sits next to Nick on the sofa, crossing his arms. "I don't want to work Greggo," He groans, stretching and looking over at him. "I…" Greg thrusts himself at Nick, pressing his lips against Nicks.
Nick seems absorbed at first, letting Greg continue, but looks enraged and pushes him off of the couch. "What the hell!" He yells. Standing and pulling on his pants, "You're a…a fag?"
He looks down into Greg's terrified eyes and gives him the worst look Greg has ever seen. It says, "I hate you, get out of my face," and much more. Nick grabs his shirt, before storming out and slamming the door.
Greg puts his head down on the floor, "what have I done," He whispers to himself, sobbing.
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