Chapter 14--The Song
Greg hopped up on the counter. He ruffled the towel over his hair to dry it a bit and then he slung it around his shoulders. "I'm buying you some REAL shampoo." He declared.
Nick handed him a cup of coffee. He shook his head and laughed. "You always sing in the shower?"
Greg took a sip of the java and sighed deeply. "Mmmm...sometimes."
"How are you...are you feeling any better now? We didn't get to talk after...after the interrogation." Nick turned to a cupboard and removed a box of bandages.
"Yes." Greg answered, looking down into his cup. "Logically, I know it's not my fault that Scott died, it was more just...well, the fear of losing someone you love is...it's a strong thing. And...I've felt it before. Seeing Scott dead...it was...scary. It brought back old fears and..." Greg looked up. "I'm talking in circles. Sorry."
"It's okay." Nick pulled out a bandage and opened it up. "I think I understand...I mean...I do understand." Nick recalled such frightening moments in the not so distant past for the both of them.
"Now...sit still...and put down that coffee cup for a minute. It's not going to go anywhere." (Like me.) Nick wondered why he couldn't just say the words, just say what was on his mind.
Greg set the cup down and looked back up to Nick. Nick carefully placed the new bandage over Greg's cut. His fingers lingered on Greg's face. He felt the warmth from the hot shower radiate off of Greg's skin. He smelled the soap and the shampoo as he moved in closer.
Nick's mind swam as every neuron in his body exploded with electricity. Without another thought, Nick took hold of the towel around Greg's neck and pulled Greg towards him. His mind barely registerd that Greg had wrapped his arms about him.
Nick's lips met Greg's.
Nick's senses were suddenly filled with everything Greg Sanders. His fresh from a shower scent, the taste of coffee in his mouth, the feel of his lips, his face, his neck, his hair, and finally...the feel of his hands that held tightly onto Nick. Nick didn't want the moment to end. He didn't want to think, he didn't want to talk...he wanted his kiss...this kiss...to tell Greg everything. Nick felt like he had waited a lifetime for this moment, for this feeling ...which now consumed him.
They finally broke their kiss, both of them breathing heavily and looking into the other's eyes. "That's pretty much what I was going to ask you..." Greg said with a nearly shy smile. He then laughed and sang softly, "It's gonna be a bright...bright sun-shiny day..."
Nick laughed, too. "'Sometimes'...or...all the time, G?" He shook his head. "It doesn't matter...just as long as you are here. With me."
As an afterthought Nick added with a cheshire cat grin, "And you say MY music is crap."
"What? It's a good song Nick, a classic...Bob Marley's is the best version, though. You know...Nick, you could use some good songs..." The all-too-familiar mischevious grin filled Greg's face.
"Shut up, Sanders." Nick laughed. He put his forehead against Greg's and then said quietly, "Just shut up..." Before Greg could protest anymore, Nick quieted his mouth with another kiss.
The End...