A/n: So you wanted more. That makes me smile. I'll continue and I promise this will go somewhere, and it will be somewhere good.
Chapter 2
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Empty bowls sat on the coffee table, stained red. They had formerly held spaghetti and tomato sauce. Greg had Nick under his arm, stroking his neck where the collar of his t-shirt began.
"And I can't let anyone know that this has fucked me up this much. I know that if Grissom gets word, he'll send me home, and the last thing I need is to be home by myself with nothing to do but think. And we've been talking about this for an hour now, you know, I feel selfish." Nick said, relaxing under the nice amount of pressure that Greg's arm placed on his shoulder.
Moving his hand to settle on Nick's shoulder Greg smiled and softly laughed. "Don't be stupid. I could tell you needed to get that out."
Nick smiled. "Anything you need to get out Greggo?"
Greg was caught of guard by this. His head said, Yes, actually, I'm madly in love with you. However, his lips formed the words, "No, why?" suspiciously fast.
Shrugging Nick casually replied, "You seem preoccupied sometimes, that's all."
Greg looked directly away from Nick. He almost panicked, although he was sure that Nick couldn't tell. "You don't have to tell me. But is there something? I just want to know that you're okay."
Greg wasn't as strong as Nick. He felt the hot tingling in the corners of his eyes, but suppressed as best he could. Quickly, Greg removed his arm from around Nick's shoulders and put his face in his hands, letting out a long slow breath. Concerned, Nick placed a hand on his leg, rubbing his thumb against the thick, light-washed denim.
"Alright," Nick said. "It's okay. Listen, maybe I should get going."
Greg shook his head, "Fuck, I'm sorry, Nick. Don't go."
"Naw, forget it, buddy. We have to work tomorrow, I should get home. Don't worry about the lift I'll taxi, you just take a hot shower and – Greggo?"
Tears were streaming down his face, through his fingers, and rolling onto his neck, dripping onto his jeans. Nick pulled him into a tight hug, leaning his cheek against Greg's soft blonde hair. "It's okay Greggo, just calm down." he whispered.
Now Greg seemed to be unable to stop the tears, as he was horrified he had actually started to cry in front of Nick like this. Snuggled in his embrace he just cried. Cried out all the frustrations he had at work. All the frustrations he had with his sexuality. All his frustrations with his feelings for Nick.
Nick hated seeing Greg like this almost as much as he hated Greg seeing him vulnerable. The whole time that Nick had been talking about his nightmares, his fears, his paranoia, all the sheer horror that he had been feeling for the past month, he hadn't shed a tear. But now that on top of Greg's tears was too much. He started to feel them slide down his check and soak into Greg's sandy hair.
Blurry eyed and red faced Greg pulled back slightly to look at Nick's face.
"Great, now I got you started." Greg laughed and they both sat there staring at each other, both crying and laughing at the same time.
"Hey, I'm compassionate." Nick replied, once again pulling Greg into a tight, warm hug. Their bodies fit together so perfectly. There were no awkward elbows or uncomfortably bent backs. Their arms and their torsos fit together like puzzle pieces and Greg finally managed to stop himself from crying, instead just listening to the rhythm of his breathing, intertwining with Nick's. Together they just breath, and don't worry about anything else. After what seems like not long enough to Greg, Nick breaks the beautiful silence.
"Are you going to tell me what's up, or should I just go to sleep and leave it for another day?" he asks, taking Greg's hand in his. "I don't want to push it, that's all. And I understand if you want me to leave you alone, I do. It won't hurt my feelings."
Drawing a deep sigh Greg managed to answer looking right it Nick's eyes and holding back the tears. "I just… can't say right now. But I don't want you to go. How about you stay the night?" As hard as he tried the shakiness in his voice was very obvious while making his request. He felt Nick squeezing his hand and then he nodded.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I'm beat. Now you go take that shower, I'll set up the couch."
Greg agreed and let the hot water run across his sore and tense muscles. He couldn't stop thinking about Nick. About his hand on his leg and how it excited him, or how he didn't pull away when he had his arm wrapped around him. You, Greg, are making shit up he thought to himself, letting out a grunt of frustration. He needed to tell Nick, he decided, it wasn't right to keep it in. Tomorrow though.
When Greg got out of the shower and went back to the couch to check up on Nick he was already asleep, no blankets or pillow. Greg knelt down beside Nick, and ran a hand through his hair. When it was apparent Nick would not wake, he slowly leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips and gently stroked his cheek. "I love you." He whispered, and went quietly off to bed.
Climbing into his bed, Greg tried to shake everything out of his mind, all the swirling, dizzying thoughts that were keeping him from a restful night of sleep. The blankets were warm, however, and the pillow inviting. After a good hour or two of tossing and turning, he fell into a sleep, and however restless and unsatisfying it may have been, it was sleep.
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