Thanks to Alisa for beta-ing this for me! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter Twenty: Together Forever

Every feature of Nick's face flushed as red as a ripe tomato, as his new boyfriend dragged him to the dance floor of the bar. He made no effort to pull against him or stop him, since it was his idea to take him out to dance in the first place. But his eyes were instantly searching the crowd to see the dirty looks of disgust, that weren't there. "Relax Nicky, nobody knows us and they don't really care." The younger man softly spoke, as he held the jittery man's hands at his sides.

Nick looked around at the crowd that weren't paying attention to him a moment then raised his gaze to Greg's eyes, giving him a soft smile as he realised how ridiculous and paranoid he was being. "Sorry, force of habit." Nick moved closer against him, gently lifting one of the younger man's hands to his shoulder as he started to sway with him to the slow tango styled music. "God, I don't wonna go home. I wonna stay here with you, forever."

"You can't... we'll run out of money and people will start to miss us, like my mother." Greg smiled to him, momentarily shivering as Nick unexpectedly tugged him closer against his hips.

"Do you think we're too young to retire or settle down somewhere?"

"You're planning a future with me now?" Greg asked surprised, losing control of the smile of excitement escaping his lips. "Wow, you must really like me."

"I do." Nick smiled widely, brushing his fingertips across Greg's cheek. "I love you in fact. I'm crazy about you, G." Sliding his hand from Greg's hip to the small of the younger man's back, Nick whispered, "I've completely fallen head over heels in love with you, Greg Sanders."

Utterly speechless for a brief moment, Greg decided to just smile in awe as he looked deep into his dance partner's soulful eyes. "I love you too. Is me being a guy that much of a big deal anymore?"

"Not so much." Nick shook his head, checking on the people around him that still weren't paying attention to him, before he kissed his boyfriend in public. "You know, somebody once told me that we're all the author of our own life story, so why not make it a happy endin'. I never understood it until now." He whispered softly, feeling Greg's heart beat racing in time with his own. "All my life, I've felt like somethin' was missin'. Like I was lost or wrong. I wasn't writin' my own story, I was livin' through my parents wishes of how I should be, and not how I really am."

"You're not trying to tell me I'm your fairy tale ending, are yah? Because then, I just feel sorry for you." The younger man giggled as Nick poked him in the side to shut him up. He smiled against his Texan's lips, as the older man bravely made the move for a more passionate public kiss. His ravenous tongue forced Greg to part his lips, allowing Nick to take the lead for a furious, mouth watering kiss that made his knees tremble and his spine tingle.

Nick no longer wanted to live out his fantasy of dancing with a man in public; he wanted to live out a much more romantic one in the elevator ride up to their hotel room.

Greg gasped for breath as Nick pushed him against the cold elevator wall, covering his mouth with his own for another ecstasy filled kiss that made his whole body warm and quiver with excitement.

He craved more contact, and the hungry Texan gave it to him without a word.

Closing his eyes, Greg felt his legs weakening even more. He could feel the Texan's knee pressed against his crotch, while his hands frantically tugged at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up his chest to feel his smooth skin beneath it, against his palms. He pulled back for a moment to breathe then covered the younger man's mouth with his own again, smoothing his hands through his tousled hair.

Greg's chest heaved for a deep breath, as Nick pulled back to exit the elevator. He tugged the younger man along with him by his hand, eager to get him back into their room.

Greg fluttered his eyes shut as Nick gently pushed him against their room door, returning his mouth to him, as his hands gently smoothed their way under the younger man's open shirt.

Before he knew it, they had arrived inside their room. Greg didn't open his eyes again, until the backs of his legs hit the bed and he fell backwards onto the soft bedspread, where he was about to live out yet another one of his own fantasies with the man rocking his world.

Silently moaning Nick's name, Greg arched his chest up off the bed sheets, writhing in agony as he struggled to keep his orgasm at bay. The elevator ride up to their room was just too much foreplay for him, and the Texan's moves were only getting more confident by the second as he bravely explored his boyfriend's chest with his mouth, wanting to discover every hidden inch of the body that he adored.

Turned on by the younger man's moans of pleasure, Nick moved his hands to his lover's belt buckle, pressing gentle kisses to his taut abdomen, as he fumbled with his belt and slowly unzipped the fly of his tight jeans. He could easily tell that Greg was desperate for more contact, from the way he was delicately whimpering on the bed, but Nick wanted to take his time in learning just how to push his new lover's buttons and make him squirm with pleasure on the brink of his release with his name on his lips.

"Easy, Greg." He breathlessly chuckled against his parted lips, repositioning his thighs to straddle the open fly of his jeans. "Just relax, baby. Breathe for me, okay?" Greg did as requested, inhaling steady deep breaths to calm himself down as his lover covered one of his sensitive nipples with his mouth, gently grazing his teeth against the raised nub that made Greg's toes curl in his sneakers.

Desperately wanting to feel skin against skin, Nick tugged Greg's shirt off the rest of the way, discarding it to the side of the bed while he removed the younger man's sneakers, socks, jeans and boxers, leaving the beautiful body completely naked beneath him. He took his time to admire the subtle curves of his muscles, wondering why he had never noticed how toned Greg's body was, despite being so slim.

Watching Nick admiring his body, Greg's mouth curved into a slight smile, glad to finally have someone who looked at him in the way he always dreamed.

Greg aided Nick in removing his clothing, feeling his excitement building as the layers of clothes were cast aside, leaving the stunning sun kissed body of his, free to be admired, rather than hidden away.

Closing his eyes as Nick moved to kiss him, Greg let his hands roam free across the object of his affection. Moaning the older man's name into his mouth, Greg pressed his palms into the sweaty skin and hard muscles of the God's body, wishing they could be frozen in time to live this moment forever.

Greg's silky thighs caressed Nick's hips, as the younger man repositioned himself to wrap his lover tightly into his body. The soft pads of his feet slid down the backs of Nick's thighs as he gave Nick a playful thrust of his hips, caressing every inch of his rippling back with his hands.

"How did I never notice how beautiful you are?" The Texan queried, stroking his fingertips through Greg's damp hair.

"Maybe because you were too busy trying to suppress your feelings?" He suggested, pressing his fingertips into Nick's sweaty shoulder blades. "Or maybe because you were never this close to me before?" A cheeky giggle escaped his lips as he locked his legs around Nick's waist, keeping his stomach pinned against him, his nipples hard against his chest. He grinned as Nick squirmed against him, murmuring his name as he struggled to hold on.

Sliding his fingertips down the centre of Nick's spine, Greg paused as he reached the swell of his boyfriend's buttocks, feeling his body twinge against him. He imagined if he did reverse the roles on Nick right now, he wouldn't be able to hold on for more than two seconds. He slid his fingers lower in a teasing motion, smiling as Nick tried to wriggle free to keep himself from exploding.

The desperate virgin curled his toes and clenched his fists, pushing his backside up towards the younger man's hand. He prayed that he would do it to him. He wanted to know what it felt like, but he didn't know if he could put his complete trust in the younger man not to hurt him or abuse him in the way someone else he trusted in his life already had.

Greg slipped his palms around each of the clefts of his arse, holding the unsure man against him. "Do you want me to?" He whispered into his sticky hair, brushing his lips across his cheek. "Hmm? Do you want it, Nicky?" Nick wanted to reply, but he didn't know if he could handle it. "We don't have to if you're not comfortable." Greg assured him.

"No, no..." Nick settled his hips against Greg's, looking into the younger man's deep brown eyes with gold flecks in their centre. "I want to. I want you, Greg." He answered in a nervous whisper.

For a moment, Nick just clung to Greg, thankful to be alive after the coffin so he could be here with him.

"I want you inside me, Greg." He finally whispered.

Greg let a small smile grace his lips, as he reached over to the bedside draw for the lubricant, being sure to heavily coat his fingers for the first penetration of the virgin's arse. Nick gritted his teeth together as he watched him, wondering if it was too late to change his mind about being dominated by someone he had known for years, but didn't know if he could trust.

As if he was reading Nick's mind, Greg whispered, "You can change your mind at any time, Nick. I won't hold it against you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, I'm fine." He assured him. "I want this. I need you, Greg." He almost begged.

"Okay, just relax, baby." The younger man reversed their roles, watching the glint of trust in the Texan's eyes that almost made him look innocent, and child like.

Greg pressed an innocent kiss to Nick's temple then rolled him over onto his side, positioning himself behind him. Gently slipping one of his hands down the swelling curve of Nick's arse, Greg listened to the quiet wheezing coming from Nick's lips, before he slipped a single finger inside, feeling Nick's body spasm from the contact.

Greg gently stroked between the clefts of his cheeks, feeling pressure in his own groin as his desire continued to build. Nick gasped at the intrusion, struggling to relax himself, but luckily his mentor was monitoring him carefully.

"Relax Nicky, don't tense yourself up." His boyfriend whispered into his ear.

Greg delicately pressed one of his fingers into his opening again, feeling Nick relaxing this time. After a few minutes of gently stroking him, Greg gently slipped in a second finger, beginning to scissor them in and out of him. He listened to Nick's breathing carefully, noticing the older man had closed his eyes to keep those white hot sparks of pleasure at bay.

The second Nick heard a condom wrapper being ripped open, his heart started pounding and he found himself unable to relax again. "I won't do it if you don't want me to, Nicky." The younger man assured him, once he had got himself ready.

"I do." Nick rolled to look at him, his eyes darkened with desire. "I want you to, Greg. I've never been more sure of anythin' in my life. I... I trust you, Greg."

"Okay, as long as you're sure." Greg pressed a soft kiss to his lips then manoeuvred himself into position. Nick didn't specify how he wanted him to do it, so he figured spooning would be the best option.

A slight winced hissed from Nick's lips, announcing the penetration, causing Greg to quickly buck back as he feared he hurt him. "I'm fine." Nick whispered, turning his head to look at Greg. "I'll tell you when to stop. I promise."

"Okay." Greg took his word for it, gently pressing the tip of his erection between the crease of Nick's cheeks again. He felt the older man shudder upon entry, along with the slightest resistance of his tight muscles, but he forged on as Nick didn't say anything. Gently rocking his hips, Greg eased himself deeper inside his lover, moaning in pleasure as his tight muscles enveloped him perfectly.

Nick felt helpless and vulnerable, but he also felt safe and secure at the same time. He had never felt anything like it before, but he didn't want it to stop. Inhaling steady deep breaths, Nick pushed himself back against Greg, trying to pull his warmth deeper inside of him.

Greg wrapped one arm around Nick's waist, pressing a butterfly kiss to his exposed shoulder to get him relaxed even more, before he even started gently thrusting his hips. He started slow, listening to Nick's body to tell him if he was doing it too fast, as the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him and scar the memory of this into him for life.

"It's not as bad as I thought." Nick whispered to him, sliding his palm across the arm draped around his waist. "Don't be scared, baby. I'm fine." He reassured his lover, moaning softly as Greg angled his thrust to target his prostate.

Greg clenched his teeth into his lower lip, plunging one more thrust into his boyfriend's body, before he himself started to spasm and explode within seconds of his lover. Nick wished he could have held on longer, so it would have lasted longer, but he was glad he finally got to experience a whole new level of trust and pleasure, with someone he loved. The way he had always imagined it.

Greg slowly pulled out of him, disposing of the condom while he allowed his boyfriend to relax. "Are you okay, Nicky?" He asked, reclining himself against Nick's slick with sweat chest.

"I'm fine... great even." He grinned up at him, continuing to breathlessly pant. "It feels... different... weird, nice weird though."

Greg smiled softly, brushing aside Nick's sweaty hair from his forehead. "It gets better the more you do it." He assured him. "Is it... maybe something you'd want to do again?"

"Ask me when I'm sober." Nick replied, chuckling softly as he felt his excitement bursting at the seams inside of him. "It feels amazin'... and incredible, Greg. Speakin' of, did you wonna go again?"

"Right now? Right away again now?" Greg looked at him surprised. "I thought you'd want to wait."

"Nuh uh, I still want you. Gimme two minutes and I'll do you." The older man chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's warm body. "You're amazin' Greg, you know that?"

"I bet you say that to everyone."

"Nope, only you." He shook his head, gently smoothing his palm flat down the centre of Greg's body towards his groin. "You're hard already, just by me doin' that?"

"You have no idea how stimulating a Texan's hands on your naked body is." Greg grinned up at him, loving his boyfriend's new found confidence with their intimacy. "C'mon then, giddyup cowboy, or do you need some Viagra?" He teased him, giggling and squirming as Nick furiously tickled him, forcing him over onto his stomach on the bed.

"You're lucky I'm not into spankin', G." He warned him as he grabbed a fresh condom for himself and the bottle of lubricant in the bed covers, allowing Greg to open himself up, while he tried to get himself hard again to please his younger lover.

As it turned out, all he had to do to get himself hard again, was to watch Greg's fingers scissoring in and out of his opening. He envied those fingers, immediately sending all the blood down south, ready to penetrate his lover's body.

"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to give me just a little spank." Greg grinned round at him, through an adorable puppy dog expression.

"Forget it, Sanders." He refused, slicking himself up with lube. "Save that for your Mommy."

"Ew." Greg cringed. "That's gross."

"Serves you right for squickin' me out." Nick chortled then moved to straddle the younger man's hips, scouring his tongue across the ridged scars that decorated his partner's back, until he reached his neck. "I'd much rather do this to you." He rasped against his neck, rocking his hips against Greg's arse.

Greg braced himself against the bedding, moaning and whimpering Nick's name as his muscles clenched his girth.

Nick positioned his hands either side of Greg's head, gently starting to rock his hips and thrust himself into his entry. Greg's breathing became quicker, fast, feeling his orgasm once again building, ready to explode at a moment's notice.

Nick could tell by his desperate pleas and soft moans that he was close. He now knew just how it felt and why it always drove Greg crazy.

The final thrust sent Greg over the edge, causing him to growl Nick's name as he clenched his fists into the covers beneath him. "Mmmm, Nicky." He moaned, one last time as the older man's body shuddered against him, releasing the white hot explosion from his body. So hot in fact, it caused him to momentarily black out from the intensity of the ecstasy swimming through his body.

Nick curled into his boyfriend's body a few minutes later, lying his head on Greg's sticky chest. "I love you, Greg." He whispered.

Greg wasn't coherent enough to respond back, but Nick didn't seem to care. After something like that, he knew he is loved.

Greg looked up towards Nick, frowning as the man suddenly sat up, fully clothed, holding an ice bucket in his hands. Greg coughed and spluttered as he threw it over his face, feeling the cold pieces of ice rolling down his naked chest.

"Ahh, Nicky, that's freaking cold!" He yelped, jumping out of the sun bed chair where he had dozed off to sleep. "What the hell did you do that for?"

"I'm sorry." The Texan laughed through his apology. "You kept moanin' my name and makin' weird noises." He set down the ice bucket then handed Greg a towel to dry himself off. "I was shoutin' your name and everythin' to try and wake you up, but you just kept goin'." He chuckled, secretly loving the fact that he got to witness his boyfriend having a naughty dream about him.

Greg smiled up at him as he dried his hair then rubbed the warm towel across his cold chest, noticing the boxer shorts he was wearing were all wet too. "I'm sorry, Nicky." He apologised himself. "I didn't get much sleep last night since you danced me off my feet then assaulted me from the lobby, the elevator then to the bedroom, four times or was it a hundred and twelve, I lost count." He cheekily teased him.

"We're on vacation." Nick defended himself, grinning widely as he handed his boyfriend a beer. "So, what was I doin' to you in this dream? From the sounds of it, you liked whatever I was doin' to you." He cockily grinned.

"Just reliving last night's events, only I was much more brawny and it lasted so much longer." Greg plopped himself down onto one of the dry sun beds, feeling his face flushing as Nick dropped onto the chair with him, straddling his hips.

"Oh yeah, reliving every moment of last night or just when you topped me?" Nick snickered against his lips.

Licking his lips, Greg smiled as he looked at his boyfriend's perfectly formed abs and chest. "Well you were the same perfect, golden torso'd boy you are now. I was just a little bigger and slightly more toned. But it was pretty much the same. I topped you and made you scream." He giggled.

"I'm not a boy." Nick protested.

"You are when you look at me like that." Greg giggled softly; capturing his partner's pouting lip for a slow sensual kiss. Grinning like a Cheshire cat as he pulled back from his boyfriend's lips, Greg whispered, "You know what you said last night."

"I said a lot of things last night." Tearing his eyes away from his boyfriend's chest, Nick lifted his gaze to look him in the eye. "Which part did you mean?"

"The happily ever after part," Greg moved his beer to his other hand as his fingers started to freeze. "What are we gonna do when we get back to Vegas, keep our separate houses and just see each other once a week between shifts or something?"

Stealing a sip from the beer bottle in his boyfriend's hands, Nick swallowed before he replied, "I think somebody's become a little spoiled over this vacation."

"Well yeah, I've never had a relationship like this before. I've never had somebody look at me the way you do. And I've never felt this way about somebody before. It's not like we only just started our relationship, really we only just went up another level from what we already had." Greg explained to him. "We've been friends for years, best friends." He corrected. "Boyfriends is just the next level up that we've built on from our friendship."

"In that case, wouldn't the logical thing be for you to move in with me?"

Greg looked at him surprised, completely taken back by his statement, "Was that a direct question?"

The Texan chuckled softly, gently brushing his thumb across the stunned man's chin. "Do you wonna move in with me, Greg?" He directly asked him this time, handing him back the condensated beer bottle. "At least then we'll get to see each other more." Nick touched his wet fingertips to Greg's cheek, feeling his heart pounding heavily inside of his chest as he whispered, "We'll get to see each other at the beginnin' and end of each day that way. We'll finally have someone to come home to. I've always wanted that."

"Me too." Smiling softly, Greg reached his free hand up into Nick's hair, gently brushing aside the soft strands before he answered, "Yeah, I'd love to move in with you. How can I turn down a half naked man perched on my hips?" He giggled.

"I better make sure I propose to you fully clothed then, otherwise I'll always be wonderin' if that was the only reason you did it." Nick smirked then leant forwards to join their lips for a hungry kiss, completely stopping Greg from asking anymore questions.

"No, I don't wonna go." Greg protested, wedging himself against the front door, once they were all packed and ready to go. "If we go back home, it's like we have to go back to our lives as if none of this ever happened."

"Honey, you're adorable, but you're bein' ridiculous." The older man chortled, tugging him out of the doorway, so he could get through. "Of course all of this happened. We're goin' back to Vegas together. And we're forever goin' to remember the memory of our first vacation alone together." He assured him, checking they had everything, before he pulled the door to their hotel room shut for the last time. "This is certainly a vacation I'll never forget, and I'm actually really excited to get back home and be with you." He declared, bursting with excitement through a wide grin.

Greg pouted his lip out at him, reluctantly following him off towards the elevator, so they could leave for their flight back to Las Vegas after the best vacation in all his life. "We won't be able to do half the things that we did here back in Vegas. We won't be able to go on late night strolls across a moonlit beach, explore new things... horse ride... have sex all night..."

"Greg, did you notice how I said first vacation together." Nick smiled as he looked round at his boyfriend's confused expression. "This isn't our last vacation together, it's just the first. I told you back in the hospital that I wanted to do more with my life. I'm not just gonna jump straight back into the old life..."

"Good word usage." Greg grumbled, not wanting Nick to go back to his straight lifestyle.

"Not what I meant. I'm GAY and totally and completely in LOVE with YOU, Greg Sanders." He joyfully exclaimed, finally saying the dreaded G word, not caring that the elevator doors just opened to the lobby. "I'm gonna take more chances, startin' with you. I even feel brave enough to tell my family about us. I really couldn't care what they think of me anymore, I just want you in my life." He assured him. "This is just the first of many great times together. I'm really excited for you to move in with me. To wake up next to you and go to bed with you after work. I finally have a real boyfriend. And I'm not gonna waste it. I've never been more excited for anythin' in my life. I'll shout it out to the world that I love you, if that's enough to convince you that I'm in this relationship for the rest of my life."

Greg looked at him completely speechless, then turned his head to the side as the valet pulled the rental car up outside of the hotel, holding the driver's side door open for Nick. "Sir, your car."

"Thanks." Nick tipped him then took Greg's bags off his hands and loaded them into the back of the car. "You comin' or what, G?" He called out to him as he reached the driver's side door.

Greg peeled himself away from the slab he was frozen to after Nick's second proposal of the day and climbed into the passenger seat of the rental car, nervously biting his lower lip as they headed in the direction of the airport. "Couldn't we just stay another week?" He pleaded, watching the hotel getting smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror.

"Nope." Nick shook his head. "We've gotta get back to work. We've gotta figure out somethin' for Lita and the triplets when you move in with me..."

"You're kicking my cousin and the triplets out of my apartment?" Greg asked him, surprised.

"No." He chuckled softly. "I can't have you payin' to live at my place and payin' to keep your cousin and her kids, alone. It's not fair on you. Maybe I could pitch in to help her, then you wouldn't have to pay so much..."

"Stop!" The younger man abruptly shouted, feeling overwhelmed.

Nick looked round at him confused. "Stop the car?"

"No, stop being the perfect boyfriend," Greg turned on his seat to face Nick. "We're not even at the airport yet and you're already proposing to me, offering to pay to keep my cousin and her kids. Before I know it you'll be offering to be the surrogate to my children or my donor for a heart transplant."

"What's so wrong with that?" Nick smiled round at him.

Folding his arms across his chest, Greg gave out a soft sigh as he reclined back in his seat, wondering why it was all so overwhelming to him. "No one has ever loved me that much."

"And that bothers you?" Greg shook his head to him. "Then what's the matter, baby?"

"I don't know." Greg brushed his fingers through his windswept hair, watching his boyfriend navigating the roads a moment, before a smile finally covered his lips. "Maybe because I've never been loved by anyone like this before, who isn't my mother. I feel... full."

"I told you not to have that four course snack after lunch."

"No, not that kinda full," Greg smirked then placed his hand over his pounding heart. "I feel full here."

"Because you have a boyfriend who loves yah, baby." Nick winked at him, waiting for the traffic to slow, before he leant across the middle of the car, covering his boyfriend's mouth with his own for a hungry kiss to satisfy his cravings for him until they reached the airport.

"Watch the road." Greg giggled, pushing him back from him.

"Sorry. I just feel so in love with you right now."

"I know what you mean." He laughed softly to himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he nestled back into his seat, watching a pearly white grin spreading across his boyfriend's lips as he turned his head back to the road so they wouldn't crash. "You really love me?"

"I really do." The Texan nodded through his grin then reached for his partner's hand, affectionately weaving their fingers together across the middle of the car. "Just try sayin' 'I'm your boyfriend', as many times as you can to let it sink in a little, baby."

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Greg smiled to him, holding his hand tightly as Nick pulled the rental car into a parking spot, turning everything off with his one free hand, before he finally let go of Greg's hand to get their bags out of the back.

As Nick returned the keys to the rental car, Greg announced, "He's my boyfriend," to the woman taking his paperwork from him.

"Not what I meant, G." Nick chuckled as he followed after him, feeling the woman's eyes burning into the back of his head, but he didn't really care. They headed off into the waiting area with their luggage, sitting for about three minutes before Greg had to jump up to get himself a coffee and something to eat.

"Would you like some sugar for your coffee?" The young woman offered Greg one of the little packets of sugar.

"No thanks, I've got my boyfriend to satisfy my cravings for something sweet."

Nick glanced up from the magazine he was skim reading through, rolling his eyes as Greg happily collected his coffee then made his way back towards him with a skip in his step. "Are you just gonna go around tellin' everybody that I'm your boyfriend, Greg?"

"Yeah, the more I say it, the quicker I'll get used to it." He grinned at him, dropping down into the seat beside Nick. "He's my boyfriend." He pointed to Nick as a woman walked by them.

"Greg, she doesn't care." He laughed. "I meant say it to yourself, not everyone else."

"You weren't specific in who or where I should say it though." He caught him out, giving him a wide grin. "It was your idea though, so you can't tell me to stop. You'll have to spank me if you want me to stop."

Feeling his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, Nick rolled his eyes at him, avoiding eye contact with the various other people sat around them. "There's no way I'm gonna do that, G. Gimme yah ticket before you spill your coffee on it." Nick reached for Greg's ticket and stuffed it into his jacket pocket with his own, before he relaxed back in his seat and put his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "When we get back it'll be close to midnight." He reported, tapping his watch as he worked out the time difference.

"That code for you want me to sleep over yours?" The younger man grinned round at him.

"Am I that easy?"

Greg thought about it a moment then shook his head. "Nope, not that easy. Just look how long it took me to get you into bed." He cheekily giggled, chuckling louder as Nick pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

"I believe it was me who took you to bed first, Greg." He pointed out to him then looked round as they announced their plane's boarding schedule. "Another fifteen minutes." He groaned, once the announcement had finished.

"Your fault." Greg pointed to him. "You always have to be everywhere early; we coulda had another quickie in bed..."

"I didn't wonna miss our flight, now they keep delayin' it." Nick interrupted him, moving his arm back onto the seat as some men of the cloth walked by them, heading towards the men's room together.

Catching up on his boyfriend's actions, Greg looked round at Nick then followed his gaze towards the men's room, "Relax Nicky; they're probably going for an afternoon quickie of their own before their flight."

Nick smiled round at him, tightening his arm around his shoulders again. "It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, G. I'm just... I don't wonna get stopped by a bunch of bible thumpers, is all." He explained. "I've been dealin' with them all my life tellin' me things about how wrong this is. But how can it be wrong when all we're doin' is lovin' each other? What they're doin' is so much more wrong, the gay bashers and protestors..."

"It's best not to think about that. They're just bored people looking for something to hate." Nick nodded to him in agreement then climbed to his feet as the announcer called out their plane ready for boarding.

"Ticket, sir?"

"My boyfriend's got them." Greg pointed to Nick behind him, giggling softly as Nick gave him a slight frown. "What? You do." Nick dug the tickets out of his pocket, showing them to the young blonde lady behind the desk. She directed them through, giving them both warm smiles as she watched them leaving together.

"Where's your ticket, sir?" The brunette flight attendant asked the elderly man that could barely see past his nose. He pulled his ticket from his pocket, holding it up to her face to read off his seat number for him. "All the way at the back." The hostess pointed out the old man's seat for him then smiled at the next man, Nick. "Hello, sir. Um... the middle, by the window." She pointed, giving the handsome man a smile, before she turned to the next, ready to show him where his seat was.

"I already know, it's next to my boyfriend." The young man cut her off before she could speak, giving her a wide smile before he made his way off down the aisle after his boyfriend.

"Okay, seriously Greg. Stop with the boyfriend thing." Nick warned him, taking a seat by the window.

"Nuh uh, I'm gonna use it as much as possible." Greg grinned at him, dropping into his seat beside him. "Because my boyfriend is the best boyfriend in the whole wide world of boyfriends."

"Okay, I get it." Nick laughed softly. "But nobody cares that you're my boyfriend, so would you stop tellin' them like it's a news headline."

"Okay, I won't tell another sole that you're my boyfriend." He said loud enough for the people in front of them to hear. "What? I didn't tell em." He innocently smiled at Nick.

"Just zip your trap until we get to Vegas." Nick cautioned him.

Deciding to torment his boyfriend a little, Greg whispered, "Will you spank me if I don't?" Nick responded with a stern look, unable to get mad at him as he gave him the Greg Sanders puppy dog look.

There it is! I hope you enjoyed it. Off to Vegas in the next chapter. :D

Hope you have a great rest of your weekend!

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~ Holly