A/N: Here you go, a longer chapter...

CHAPTER FIVE

Greg and Nick were sat in the cinema. It wasn't that busy, because the film had been showing for a couple of weeks. It got to a really scary bit in the film, and Greg unconsciously grabbed Nick's hand. When he realised what he'd done, he didn't let go, he looked at Nick. Nick looked back. Greg leant in to kiss Nick, but Nick pulled away. "Not here."

"Huh?" whispered Greg, his feelings hurt because Nick didn't want to kiss him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," replied Nick. "I just don't want to do this here."

"Fine," said Greg, letting go of Nick's hand.

Nick sighed. He hadn't meant to offend Greg, he just felt uncomfortable about kissing Greg in the cinema screen.

The two of them sat there for the last forty-five minutes of the film, and when the credits rolled, they stood up.

"Did you like the film?" asked Nick.

Greg nodded. "Thank you."

"Are you mad at me now?" asked Nick. "Because I wouldn't kiss you?"

Greg shook his head.

"What then?" asked Nick.

"I'm tired," said Greg.

"I'll drive you home," offered Nick.

"It's okay," said Greg. "I'll walk."

"Are you sure?" asked Nick.

"It's out of your way," said Greg.

"I don't mind," said Nick.

"Okay then," said Greg.

Nick smiled, and pulled out his car keys. He drove Greg home.

"We're here," said Greg. "Thanks for the lift." He jumped out of the car, and before Nick had a chance to say anything, Greg was gone. Nick sighed, and drove home. He paced his kitchen for half an hour, and was just about to phone Greg, when he realised he didn't know Greg's number. Nick pulled out the phone book, and found sixteen people named "G Sanders." He couldn't remember the name of the street Greg lived on, and so he gave up, and threw the phone book back in the cupboard. He drank a glass of water, took a shower, and went to bed, though he couldn't sleep. At three am, he'd had enough of trying to get to sleep. He wanted to go and see Greg. He NEEDED to go and see Greg, and apologise, and tell Greg how he really felt. Nick grabbed his keys, and drove to Greg's house. He couldn't remember the name of the street, but he remembered where it was. He sat in his car for about ten minutes, building up the courage to go and ring the doorbell. He got out of his car, locked it, and went to Greg's front door. He took a deep breath, and rang the bell. Greg didn't answer. Nick gave up, and, defeated, headed back to his car. The front door opened. "Nick?"

Nick turned around, and saw Greg, in nothing but a pair of shorts.

"What are you doing here?" asked Greg, resting his arm against the door frame.

"I shouldn't have come," apologised Nick.

"Well, you're here now," said Greg. "You may as well come in."

"Weren't you asleep?" asked Nick.

"That doesn't matter," said Greg. "Come on, I'll put some coffee on."

Nick put his car keys back into his pocket, and went into Greg's house. He was shocked to see it so very neat and tidy. He'd always thought Greg's house would look like his DNA lab: organized chaos. "Wow, Greg, your house is so neat."

"What, you think I'd live in a dump or something?" said Greg, putting the kettle on.

"No," said Nick. "I just didn't think you'd be this neat."

"Uh huh," said Greg. "You can sit down you know."

Nick sat down on the edge of the couch.

"Sit back," said Greg. "It doesn't bite."

"I know," said Nick, making himself more comfortable.

Greg poured two mugs of coffee. "Do you take milk?"

"Uh, no thanks," said Nick.

"Good, because I don't have any milk," grinned Greg.

Nick laughed, and took one of the mugs from Greg. He sipped it. "This tastes nice."

"That's because this is good coffee," said Greg.

"Ah," said Nick.

Greg sat down on the sofa next to Nick. He was still wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

"Aren't you cold?" asked Nick, trying not to look at Greg.

"Not really," said Greg, but when he saw that Nick was feeling uncomfortable, he added "but I guess I could go and put a top on. I won't be long."

Nick watched Greg disappear from the living room, and he looked around. The room was quite minimalist, and very clean. The walls were white, with some black and white photos hanging on them. The furniture was blue, and there was a small TV in the corner. Somehow, Nick had expected to see a stack of CDs, but there were none. Greg came back into the room, wearing a t-shirt, and a pair of jogging bottoms. He sat down next to Nick, and picked up his coffee. "So, do you like my house?"

"It's nice," said Nick.

"But-?"

"Where are all your CDs?" asked Nick.

"They're not in here," said Greg.

"Ah," said Nick. "That would make sense."

"So why are you here?" asked Greg.

"I want to apologise for my behaviour at the cinema," explained Nick.

"You didn't do anything," said Greg.

"That's exactly why I want to apologise," said Nick.

"You don't need to apologise," said Greg.

"I've never kissed a guy before," said Nick.

"Oh," said Greg. "Well, it's not that weird."

"I'm sure it's fine," said Nick. "It's just-"

"It's no different from kissing a woman," said Greg. "Y'know, you just lean forward, and you close your eyes, and you kiss. Simple as that. Try it. Kiss me."

"Huh?" said Nick.

"Come on," said Greg. He took Nick's coffee from him, and set the two mugs down on the table. "Kiss me."

"Right now?" said Nick. "Right here?"

"Why not?" said Greg. "Come on."

"Okay," said Nick. Before he had a chance to think things through, he found himself kissing Greg, and didn't find it that weird. Greg waited to make sure that Nick wouldn't pull away, and he kissed Nick back, and ran his fingers over Nick's head, because he hardly had any hair. Nick gently grabbed Greg's arm. A few seconds later, they pulled away. Greg smiled. A little voice inside Nick's head had to remind him to breathe.

"Was that so bad?" asked Greg.

"I guess not," said Nick, smiling.

Greg leant forward, and kissed Nick on the cheek. Nick turned his head, and bit Greg's bottom lip.

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A/N: Whoo, things wew a bit tense there for a minute...

P.S I'm looking for a beta reader... Anyone interested?