Chapter Six: The Dating Game

"And that my dear Watson, is what your suspect was hiding." Grissom concluded, directing a proud smile in the youngest CSI's direction, as he had solved yet another case. "Everything alright, Greg?" He inquired, after watching Greg giving out a wide exhausted yawn.

"Yeah, just... tired, I guess." Resting on his elbow, Greg directed a smile in his supervisor's direction, assuring him, "I'm fine. It's not affecting my work at all." He smiled then collected up the file he had just presented to his supervisor, before he climbed to his feet and disappeared off into the hall after his in-training boyfriend. "Hey Nicky, I haven't seen you for three days."

"Oh... sorry about that. Here... come in here a sec," Holding open the break room door for Greg like a perfect gentleman, Nick checked the room was empty before he took a step inside, closing up the door behind him.

"Did I freak you out by trying to kiss you? I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have..."

"You didn't freak me out with the whole... almost kiss thing. I've just been busy." He cut him off, giving him an assuring smile.

"Busy with what?" Greg queried, leaning back against the counter as Nick anxiously ran his fingers through his gorgeously thick dark hair across the room, instantly making Greg forgive him on his gorgeous looks alone.

"Well... on Tuesday my folks came over to check up on me. My mother made one of her pot roasts for me, that's why I texted you to tell you not to come over before your shift." Nick explained to him, hoping Greg wasn't mad or upset with him over that. "Wednesday I was out with my Mama. She wanted to buy me lunch and just talk, just the two of us. And then yesterday I was in therapy. I meant to call you when I got back, but I fell asleep." He disclosed complete honesty to him, as that was the kind of relationship he wanted with Greg.

"O-kay." Greg nodded to him, seeming to accept his explanation for why he had been avoiding him, even though he had been avoiding direct eye contact with him since the moment Greg's mother walked in on them back at his apartment.

"So . . . what do you say to dinner at my place? Seven o' clock." Nick suggested.

Greg glanced up from his position across the room, giving his anxious boyfriend a wide smile. "Is that an order or a request, Mr Stokes?" He queried.

"My treat to you, just to prove that I'm not ignorin' you," Stepping around the table so he was just a few feet from Greg, Nick stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets as he tried to get up the courage to properly ask him out. "I'll cook you anythin' you want, right before your next shift tomorrow."

"Really?" He coyly grinned, tilting his head to the side as he looked into Nick's dark chocolate eyes that could melt ice sculptures with one glance.

"Yeah." He flashed one of his wide Texan smiles towards him, making Greg's heart skip a beat. "I can cook, G." He chuckled, as he gave him a funny look.

"Now this I gotta see." The younger man grinned, "It's definitely a date, but you can cook whatever you like. I'll eat anything." He assured him.

"Okay, my place at seven o' clock then."

"On the dot." Greg winked at him then smiled as Nick gave him a grateful smile. "See you tomorrow then."

"Okay. I'm just gonna go talk to Grissom before I leave." Nick smiled as he saw the excitement in Greg's eyes then slowly turned for the door, giving him a shy wave, before he set off in the direction of Grissom's office.

Greg watched him go, admiring the slight swagger of his hips as he walked off into the distance. Greg was nervous about their dinner date for the rest of his shift. He waved Sara and Catherine off, before he made his way home, finding the triplets sat on the sofa watching a Cinderella movie, while his cousin, Lita and his mother were in the kitchen preparing breakfast for them.

"Hi, honey," Jean pulled her son into a quick hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How was your shift?"

"Oh you know, picking through samples all day." Greg weakly explained, making his way round to the fridge, grabbing a can of 7UP from the fridge door to clench his thirst. "Oh . . . and Nick asked me out on a date." The apartment suddenly filled with squeals of excitement from all the women in his place. "Ow, turn the volume down!" He winced, covering his ears. "It's not that exciting."

"Yes it is!" Jean exclaimed, girlishly giggling as she shook her head towards her clueless son. "You've been in love with the man for FIVE whole years. FIVE years is a long time. That's not one or two years or a couple of a month's, its FIVE years Gregory, most people give up." She explained to him, as if he was stupid. "But not you honey, you know what you want and you go for it. I'm just so glad you didn't go for that field CSI position though, that's one thing you can want all you like, but you're never gonna get, because you promised me." She reminded him.

"Yeah." Greg gave her a nervous smile, as she still hadn't figured that one out.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you, honey!" Pulling her son into her arms again, Jean clutched him tightly in her bone crushing embrace, as she gave out another joyful giggle. "What time are you going out?" She queried as she pulled back.

"Um... seven."

"Oh, that's just enough time to get you ready."

"Huh... no, no way." He shook his head in protest. "Mom, I'm a guy. We don't spend hours getting ready for our dates. At six thirty I'll pick what I'm gonna wear, shower, change then head out. That's it. I don't need any more time than that." He smiled at the five ladies in his kitchen then turned towards his bedroom to catch up on some sleep after his long shift.

Crashing onto his bed, Greg closed his eyes as he started thinking about Nick again. He didn't let onto his mother how nervous he really was to go out on a date with Nick, as she'd only make him feel ten times worse. Nick was so different from anyone he had ever dated before, he was his best friend and he was the only one of Greg's conquests that he had never gone after. He was gorgeously handsome, had a charming smile, a warm kind heart and a great sense of humour.

Everything anyone would ever want in a guy, and he was the only man Greg was afraid to go for.

Greg tossed and turned restlessly for a few hours, before he finally decided to get out of bed and head for the shower. He locked the door securely into place so he wouldn't get a surprise visit from any of the little ladies in his place, before he stripped down to his underwear; shaved, brushed his teeth then jumped in the shower to clean up.

He knew Nick probably wasn't nervous, because he never got nervous, not about dating anyway. But Greg was really starting to get more and more nervous each time he looked at the clock, as it was getting closer and closer towards seven o' clock.

Standing in front of his wardrobe in a towel, Greg's eyes widened as they scanned across his clothes. There were bright t-shirts, tight t-shirts, long sleeved Hawaii shirts that he had since grown out of, sleeveless t-shirts, mesh t-shirts, t-shirts with slogans, along with the black suit jackets and band logo t-shirts that were becoming more regular in his wardrobe for work. Usually he would just grab anything and pull it on, but now his mother had made him paranoid and he couldn't pick. He didn't know if he should go for his tight blue jeans, the faded jeans, the dark blue jeans, the really tight black jeans, the ripped jeans, the form fitting ones or sweatpants, suit trousers...

"Mom!" He called out to her with a heavy groan. Within seconds she came rushing into the room, looking over at her son stood in front of his wardrobe. "I don't know what to wear. What should I wear?" He started panicking, grabbing for a shirt and held it against his chest. "Do you like this one because it makes me look older and more mature, or do you think I'm just trying too hard?"

"It's very nice." She nodded to him. "But it's not very you. Doesn't Nick want to date the real, Greg Sanders?" Reaching into the closet, Jean selected a pair of his jeans then reached for a long sleeved navy blue t-shirt, handing it over to him. "Just go as you, casual you." She smiled at him then hurried towards the door, giving him a wave before she closed the door.

Greg dropped the clothes onto his bed then selected some underwear that would fit under his tight jeans, as boxers always uncomfortably rolled up with these jeans. He tugged up the tight briefs then pulled on his jeans, lacing the loops with his belt to make himself look irresistible to Nick, even though he didn't want to sleep with him on their first date alone together; he just wanted to torment him a little.

After tugging down the long sleeved t-shirt over his head, Greg grabbed his hair dryer to dry his hair then rushed back to the bathroom to gel his hair into stylish, messy spikes, before he hustled back into the front room to get the ladies opinion on his appearance.

Lita, Gracey and Jean all gave him a thumbs up, but Jacey and Macey gave him a thumbs down.

"What, what's wrong?" He asked them both, brushing the lint from his shirt. Jacey gave him a shrug as she always followed Macey's lead no matter what it was.

"I don't want you go, why can't you bring Nicky here?" Macey asked him, flashing her pouting lip towards him.

"Yeah." Jacey agreed, poking her other sister in the side to agree with them.

"Because guys don't need little girls around all the time." He grinned at them, grabbing a jacket and the sneakers that weren't covered with butterfly glitter.

"Well I think you look cute." Lita smiled up at him. "Nicky won't be able to resist you."

"Thank you." He flashed a grin to his cousin then stuffed his wallet and phone into his pockets.

"We won't wait up." Jean called out to him, giving him a cheeky smile.

"Good, I'll be home in the morning," Before Jean could let out a squeal of excitement again, Greg cut her off, "Because I'm going to work straight after dinner, not because I'm... having a sleep over at Nick's." He waved to them all then closed the door, nervously making his way down to his car, to get over to Nick's on time.


Pulling open his front door, Nick smiled as he caught Greg touching up his hair in the reflection of his door. He took a moment to admire what he was wearing; noticing Greg was doing the same to him. Nick was wearing a dark green dress shirt and black jeans that hugged his muscular form perfectly. "Hi." Greg dropped his hand to his side as he realised it was still in his hair, quickly holding up the six pack of beer bottles from his other hand to Nick. "I know I can't drink since I'm heading into work, but I got you some..."

"Amstel." Nick smiled as he took them from his hands.

"I know your favourites Stella Artois, but I figured with you wanting to try other things..."

"Good call." Nick stepped aside, letting Greg step through the door into his dimly lit front room. "As long as you're not tryin' to get me drunk." He smirked, watching Greg giving him a half smile, as he hadn't actually thought of that to loosen Nick up for a date. While Greg's back was turned to him, Nick took a moment to admire his date's tight slender form, before he closed the door then made his way into the kitchen.

"So, what are we eating?" Greg queried, stepping into the kitchen with him.

"Well I figured since we both wanted to keep it simple, and just us bein' us." Nick pulled open the grill; pulling the tray out with a towel wrapped around his hand.

"Mmmm," Greg purred hungrily. "Is that gammon?" Nick nodded as he had once heard Greg telling the whole team how much he loved gammon steaks over dinner, so he decided to cook it especially for him. "Yummy, you're the best... potential boyfriend ever!" He happily exclaimed.

"I'm a potential boyfriend?" Nick queried as he set down the tray, serving out the gammon steaks onto two separate plates, before he retrieved the crispy potatoes and parsnips from the over.

"Well yeah Nicky, you become more official when we kiss... or start officially dating more frequently. So I guess you're pretty much a real boyfriend now." Nick gave him a smile as Greg picked up one of the crunchy parsnips, sampling a bite. "Mmmm, how do you get em so crispy?"

"Olive oil. After you've boiled them, you drench them in olive oil before you put them in the oven to roast, and it makes them nice and crispy." Nick dumped the trays into the sink then poured out two glasses of Greg's Amstel beer, making Greg's a half glass as he knew he had to be at work soon. Carrying everything off to the table, Nick realised he had never once used the dining table for dates before tonight with Greg.

Greg removed his jacket then dropped into his seat, sampling a taste of the Amstel he bought over, while Nick turned everything off then took his seat opposite Greg. "Mmmm, this looks so yummy. I had no idea you could even cook."

"You might change your mind after you taste it." Nick smiled across the table at him, watching as Greg cut a piece of gammon then stuffed it into his mouth, allowing it to settle on his tongue a moment for the mouth watering tastes to drizzle down his throat.

"Mmmm," Smacking his lips together, Greg gave him a wide smile of approval as he swallowed it down. "That is delicious. Best I ever had." He assured him, eager to try another bite.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like them." Nick grinned across the table. The two of them talked about their usual sort of thing for the next hour from sports, cases and programs on the television, leaving out past dates and conquests for their new relationships sake.

After dinner, Greg drove them both off to work in his car as Nick was coming in to meet with his PEAP counsellor again. Wrapping his arms around Nick in the parking lot for a hug goodbye, Greg desperately craved that first kiss they had yet to try, but still he didn't want to push him.

Nick clutched him tightly in his warm embrace then pulled back with a wide smile on his face as he looked into Greg's eyes, opening his mouth to say what was really on his mind after their second date, "Hey... eh... call me after work." But he froze up again.

"Okay, call me when you're done with your therapy."

"Done, I'll see you later." Nick waved after him, watching Greg making his way into the lab, while he headed off towards one of the offices to meet with his PEAP counsellor.

"Wow, you look smart." Catherine smiled as Greg as he walked into the locker room. "First date?"

"Something like that." He nodded round at her, pulling open his locker to grab his kit. "But I don't kiss and tell."

"Since when?" Chuckling loudly, Catherine shook her head at him as she dropped onto the bench to change her heels for some work boots. "Was this your first official date with... you know who?"

"A gentleman never tells." Greg grinned round at her, making her laugh again. "So, what have we got first? Grissom said I'm with you."

"City dump. Someone spotted body parts in with the junk." She groaned as she climbed to her feet. "You might wonna change your clothes so you don't mess those up." Greg smiled at her then reached into his locker for his spare clothes. "I'm gonna go restock my kit; meet you by my car in five minutes?"

"Yep, sure." Greg smiled at her then started to change his clothes after she left, ready to head out to his first case of the night.

"First official date with who?" Warrick suddenly asked him, as he came out of the showers, running a towel through his wet hair.

"Um... no one," Greg gave him a nervous smile, keeping his back to him as he changed his shirt. "And it wasn't the first, more like the second . . . or third." He corrected him, grabbing his kit into his hands. "Hey, you called Nick lately?"

"Not really," Warrick shook his head. "He doing okay?"

"Yeah, he could use a phone call from all of his friends though." Greg pointed out to him, heading off towards the locker room door to make sure Warrick was feeling guilty for ignoring Nick since he got out of the hospital.


Heading straight off to Nick's house after work, Greg smiled as the Texan immediately opened his door without having to knock first. "Hey, you're home early, G." Nick was already in his t-shirt and boxers that he wore to bed, leading Greg straight off towards his bedroom where he was watching a movie. "You wonna watch the rest of the movie with me?"

"Eh... sure," Greg watched the older man climbing back into his bed then dropped onto the edge himself, removing his sneakers and jeans to get more comfortable. He slid into bed beside Nick, smiling as Nick wrapped one of his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer against his warm body for their first movie snuggle under the covers.

"You okay? How was your shift?"

"Fine and boring." Greg grinned up at him, reaching for Nick's hand at his side. He held it in his own, bending his arm to rest Nick's hand on chest. "Works not the same without you there though. How'd your meeting with the PEAP counsellor go?" He queried, before he sounded too needy.

"Okay I guess, he doesn't think I'm crazy, but he's referred me to a professional PTSD therapist."

"PTSD, as in post traumatic stress disorder?" Greg asked him surprised.

"Yeah, all my symptoms, the dreams, anxiety attacks and things... he referred me to some group sessions and things too, which you know I don't do."

Greg nodded up at him, knowing Nick all too well. "He give you anything for it? After the lab explosion, with my shaky hands and the nightmares they gave me all sorts of meds."

"He didn't give me anythin', he's gonna leave it up to the therapist." Pulling Greg closer against him, Nick rested his head against the top of Greg's, breathing in the soft scents of his hair. "I didn't tell him about you though. I figured because he has to report back to Grissom and Ecklie..."

"You can tell him if you want, I don't mind." Greg spoke softly, resting his thigh against Nick's beneath the covers. He smiled to himself as he felt Nick's leg shiver against him, feeling the soft hairs on his leg tickling against his own.

"Ooh your feet are cold," Nick shivered as Greg moved closer against him. "What have you been doin' to get such cold feet?"

"We were at the city dump then down in autopsy for a few hours. I always have cold feet anyway; it's bad circulation or something." Greg gave the sentimental cowboy a wide smile as he pulled their legs closer, putting their feet together to warm Greg's up.

Greg soon nestled back into Nick's embrace, beginning to get tired as the position he was in was really comfortable, perfect for sleeping.

"Hey G," Nick whispered into his hair, wondering if Greg had fallen asleep yet. As he saw Greg slowly turning his head to look up at him, he smiled widely as he was greeted with those beautiful caramel brown eyes of his. "Hey, you gettin' sleepy there boss?" Greg gave him a nod, too tired to answer as he readjusted himself against Nick's warm body. "You wonna stay here to sleep?"

"Again, you really don't mind me in your bed?"

"Nope," He smiled softly, gently brushing his fingers through Greg's hair. "I really miss you when you're gone." Nick smiled in awe as Greg gave out a sleepy yawn, resting his head down on his boyfriend's shoulder. "G'night, G." He whispered into his hair, gently resting his chin on his head, as he held the younger man tightly in his arms, while he watched the rest of his movie by himself.


Greg didn't return back home to his apartment until around noon the next day, finding his mother sitting in the front room on his sofa waiting for him, just as he had expected while he was doing a grocery run after he left Nick's place. "What are you still doing here?" He casually queried, hanging his coat up on the peg, noticing his mothers expression as she ran her eyes across the crumpled clothes he had slept in around Nick's place.

"You mean, what aren't you doing here instead of me." She chuckled into her glass, watching him carrying the grocery bags off towards the kitchen. "Lita had to go to work and the triplets needed watching. Since you were still out with that romantic boy toy of yours, I offered to help out."

"So you could score all the juicy details when I got home?" He smirked, heading off towards his fridge to grab a beer after the bags were set down on the side. "Technically, he's not a boy toy if he's older than me and I don't kiss and tell, Mom." He reminded her, as he twisted the cap off his beer.

"Well, maybe the fourth dates the charm?" She suggested, as she dropped a cherry into her margarita, giving her son a cheeky grin as he watched her doing it. "Do you think tonight will be the night he'll finally kiss you?" Greg looked at her wide eyed. "Nicky left a message on your answer machine..."

"And you listened to it?" He gasped as he hurried over to it, listening to it for himself. "Mom, how many times have I told you not to interfere with my dating life?"

"Before Nicky, technically you didn't have a dating life." She pointed out to him, taking a few steps closer towards him. "And I wasn't interfering. I didn't know if it was a message from you or what, so I listened to it and heard that Nicky's taking you out on another date."

"Technically, it's not a date. It's just a walk." He pointed out to her, taking a swig of his beer. "And, how do you know he hasn't kissed me yet?"

"Because you told Gracey, who told me." Jean chuckled to her son. "So, is it just a walk?" She giggled at his expression, shaking her head at him. "He's taking you out for a long walk out in the countryside, just the two of you. Alone. Together. Have yah seen Brokeback Mountain?"

Greg rolled his eyes at her, setting his beer bottle down on the counter. "Nick's not planning on... doing that to me in the middle of nowhere."

"I was just reading between the lines honey, you should probably go get ready. He's heading into the lab to talk to his friend Warrick, before he's coming over here to pick you up." Greg widened his eyes as he looked at her again. "What? I had to call him back for the details. Well actually, Jacey was the one who picked up the phone. Macey dared her to, so then I had to talk to Nicky. Just to be polite."

"That's it, blame the triplets." Greg rolled his eyes at her then walked off into his bedroom to quickly change his clothes and spruce up his hair a little, before he made a trip to the bathroom to brush his teeth and check the bags under his eyes that were hardly even invisible anymore, as he had been relaxing half the day in his boyfriend's arms.

"Is that what you're planning on wearing for this walk?" Jean queried, as he stepped out into the hall. "That won't do at all, how's he supposed to admire your..."

"Please," Raising his hands to stop her, Greg gave out a soft whimper as she was really killing him with the embarrassment lately. "Don't finish that sentence or I'll change the locks." He warned her, pulling his other sneakers on that were more comfortable for long walks.

"I'm only saying sweetheart, you best take a mint with you and maybe some..."

"Bye Mom!" He interrupted her, before she started saying something else to him that would make him more paranoid about going on another date with Nick. He quickly grabbed his jacket then hurried out the door, deciding to wait outside for Nick to arrive, as he couldn't stand his mother for much longer.


"Hey Nicky," Warrick smiled at him, as he walked into the locker room, spotting Nick sat on the bench in there. "You going out? What are you even doing here, aren't you on vacation?"

"Yeah, I kinda wanted to talk to you, before I left." Nick turned on the bench to look at Warrick, as he leant on the lockers in front of him. "I'm kinda... datin' somebody. And I wanted to tell you about em."

"Oh really, who?" He queried, dropping onto the other end of the bench to face him.

Nick looked down at his hands a moment then glanced back up at his best friend. "Well eh... actually... you know them, really well." After a hefty throat clear, Nick blurted his name, "Greg." Warrick looked at him blankly a moment, leaving Nick to try and judge his expression. "We've just started actually; this'll be our third or fourth date."

"That'll be fourth." Warrick answered with a smirk, making Nick look at him confused. "Greg's been raving about this new... person he's been dating for a while now. He told me all about the dinner this mystery person cooked, so I'm guessing that's you."

"Unless he's datin' someone else who cooks him dinner." He smirked.

"So you guys are on your fourth date already?" Warrick gave the other man a wide smile. "Did you think I was gonna go off on you or something? Puh-lease Nicky, give me some credit. I may be a straight guy, but that doesn't mean I have a problem with... you know. I don't care what gender you like, you'll always be the same ole Nick to me." He assured him. "And I have noticed the flirting between you two for years, I'm just surprised it took you both this long to realise it."

"So, you're totally okay with me datin', Greg?"

"Yeah, course. What am I supposed to do, complain?" Warrick smirked, rolling his eyes at Nick for thinking he wouldn't understand. "Greg's a great guy, and you deserve some happiness in your life. If anyone can do it, Greg can. That and, you actually give that boy some colour. I've never seen him this excited when he wasn't bragging about their sex." Warrick assured him, giving his friend a wide smile, as he actually had the courage to tell him the most private details about who he was dating, and Warrick knew that Nick wasn't that kind of guy.

"So... you're really okay with this?" Nick double checked.

"Just as long as you're happy, I'm happy for you."

Nick beamed a wide smile back at him, glad he had his best friend's approval even though he would have dated Greg regardless of what Warrick thought, it was just nice to be accepted by him, as his family definitely wouldn't be as understanding.


Lacing his hand with Greg's, Nick led the way down the trail, continuing on their long walk together that so far had taken up two hours of their fourth date together. "Wow." Greg gasped as he looked around at the scenery. "You know, I think we had a DB over that way." He pointed off into the distance as he recognised the scenery.

"Yeah, that's how I found this path. C'mon." Nick gently tugged him off down the rest of the path towards the shallow lake at the bottom. Greg smiled as he soon realised the area was around one of the popular make out spots among teenagers, and Nick was holding his hand very tightly in an affectionate way.

Something he had never done outside in broad daylight, before now.

Nick stopped just a few feet from the lake, looking out at the scenery with Greg stood beside him, still clutching his hand tightly at his side. "Wow, that's beautiful." Greg gasped, brushing his thumb across the back of Nick's hand as he looked around at it all. "And I bet the waters nice and warm too."

"We didn't bring towels... or suits." Nick pointed out to him then watched as Greg pulled away from him, heading towards the water. "G, what are you doin'?"

Kicking off his sneakers, Greg removed his socks then rolled his trousers up to his just below his knees. He smiled at Nick then stepped into the shallow water, feeling the warm water rising up his legs and the sandy surface felt all squishy and soft between his toes. "C'mon Nicky," He grinned round at him. "It's lovely!" He joyfully exclaimed.

Nick gave him a wide smile back then dropped onto a boulder to untie the laces of his boots. He pulled his socks off then stuffed them inside his shoes, before he rolled his jeans up to just below his knees like Greg had, taking a hesitant step into the shallow water.

"See." Greg reached out for Nick's hands with his own, gently pulling him closer towards him. "What?" He queried as Nick gave him a wide smile.

"Nothin', just I expected us datin' to be awkward. It's not exactly normal, but that's what I love about you. Nothin' is ever borin' or ordinary with you."

Greg beamed a wide smile back at him, taking a step closer towards Nick as the water trickled between their toes. "Is that a... good thing?" He queried.

"Definitely." Nick nodded, looking directly at the younger man's lips poised in front of him. Holding Greg's hands at his sides, Nick took a step closer towards him, wanting to savour those sweet lips he had almost kissed so many times in his dreams and fantasies, but never for real.

Greg's breath hitched in his throat as Nick leant towards him to ignite an affectionate kiss by gently touching their lips together for the first time. Using his tongue, Nick gently ran it across the younger man's lower lip, teasing them open. He smiled as it was so much better than he ever imagined, and Greg tasted so sweet from all the sugary foods and coffee he consumed.

The warmth from Nick's lips against his own soon started to warm Greg's body. Nick devoured his lips with an untamed hunger; greedily pulling him closer against him as he was desperate for more contact from the younger man's heavenly soft lips. Greg's warm tongue slid into his mouth, searching for his own as their heartbeats steadily started to increase, pounding against one another's rib cages, as Nick pulled their bodies even closer together.

Greg giggled with excitement as he pulled back, inhaling a deep breath as Nick's hands found their way to the small of his back, holding his body tightly against his own. "I always knew your kisses would be amazing." The younger man breathed across his lips; secretly annoyed with his mother for knowing today was the day he would kiss him for the first time.

"Oh you did?" Nick chuckled softly; sliding his hands round to rest on the younger man's hips. "You've imagined kissin' me a lot, have you, G?"

"Maybe just a little," Greg mischievously grinned against Nick's parted lips, brushing their lips together as he looked Nick in the eye. "I never imagined this setting though, and the real thing feels so much nicer."

"Tell me about it." Nick closed his mouth over Greg's again, closing his eyes as their warm lips and moist tongues moved together in perfect harmony. Greg's mouth fit so perfectly against his own, it was as if their mouths were made for each other.

A first kiss never felt so good. It was perfect bliss, just from a simple kiss.


Theres the next chapter for you, hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for all of your reviews so far. I'm glad I decided to come back to this story and finish it off, as you all seem to be enjoying it so far :D Chapters 7 to 10 should be posted within the next week, leading up to christmas. Then I have to find some free time to write the rest.

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~ Holly