A little Nick and Greg action. I don't own 'em, though I know plenty of things I'd like to do with them.

He snores. Which figures because he's always making noise when he's awake; why should sleep be any different?

I used to think only old people snored. Until I slept with him. The first time, he was asleep within five minutes and that's when I heard the rattled exhales. It's not like they're loud; his snores are soft and gentle. But I still need the complete silence of remote Texas nights. I need everything to be still and silent.

Greg really doesn't fit into that category though. He's rarely still and, again, almost never silent.

I never thought he would end up being everything I ever wanted.

And I mean really never thought. My parents always told me I'd be successful at whatever I did and eventually settle down with someone I loved. They just always assumed that someone would be a woman. And so did I.

I loved women and I still do. But every now and then, I would see a guy who I couldn't stop thinking about. And those thoughts were way more than friendly. Instinctively, I buried those thoughts and feelings. I'm pure blood Texan for Christ's sake. A man's man, a guy's guy. I watch football, eat burritos and play video games. How could I be gay?

But Greg cleared everything up. Not consciously or on purpose. When I met him, that's when I knew. Horrible shirts and crazy hair aside, he was smart and fun and so utterly original. Okay, so I loved his ugly shirts and messy hair too and I still do. And he's still all those things he was when I first met him.

It was Greg that made me realize gender doesn't matter, it's the person you fall in love with.

The explosion pushed me to tell him everything. He almost died. If he had died without ever knowing… that would have been too much. So I told him and he was even more shocked to found out I loved another man than I was. His shock wore off and he broke into the brightest grin I'd ever seen on him, which is saying something.

And that led to our first night together which eventually led to this night, one of too many to count… okay, fine, I know exactly what number night this is.

He's sleeping next to me with his arms around me snoring his soft snore. I can count every single ridiculously long eyelash resting against his cheek. Beautiful skin, slightly curving lips; everything I ever wanted is lying in my bed wrapped around me.

He stirs and opens his clouded eyes. A lazy smile crosses his lips.

"You're awake," he mumbles.

I nod with a smile.

"You woke me up with your not-sleeping," he accuses playfully.

"I haven't moved a muscle all night, I swear," I tell him in earnest.

"You don't have to move anything. It's your insomniac ponderings that wake me."

I sigh. "Greg, me thinking and not moving at all does not wake you up. You can't feel me thinking subconsciously or otherwise."

Greg rolls his chocolate eyes. "You always try to discredit my powers of ESP. Besides, you have no idea what I can sense." He pauses and suddenly looks at me very seriously. "It's my snoring, isn't it?"

The apology in his eyes reads like a book so I can't bring myself to say anything.

"I promise I'll try harder to stop. Maybe I should go sleep on the couch…" His head turns away from me like he's ready to leave.

I shake my head quickly and gently turn his face back towards me. I need silence but I want his noise.

"No, stay here," I tell him quickly.

Confusion floods his face. "But, you'll never get to sleep."

With my thumb, I smooth the creases of confusion on his forehead. "I'll get to sleep eventually. Besides I'll get used to it."

Even with the minimal light of the room, I can see his eyes twinkle with pleasure. "You'll get used to it, huh?"

I nod. "Yeah. We just have to spend more nights together."

His responding grin is shocking in the darkness. "Oh, I think we can accommodate that."

I know we can.

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