Greg woke up that morning spooned gently against the object of his affection. He sighed happily and snuggled in closer. After the confessions last night the men both agreed to take it slow. They decided that simply falling asleep together was a good first step. However as Nick shifted unconsciously and tightened his grip on Greg, Greg realized what a horrible idea that had been. Nick was fully erect and only the thin layers of sleep pants separated him and Greg. He tried to wiggle away slightly so as to not encourage the tenting already obvious below his waistband. Nick on the other hand had won his prize and was not about to let it go, his hold was as immobile as ever. Greg whined softly and tried to ignore it. When it was clear that was not working he tried to weasel away again.

"Where do you think you're going?" Nick asked, his voice thick with sleep and accent.

"Um, nowhere?" Greg hesitated.

"Good. I like you right here." Nick tugged him back the few inches he had managed to squirm away. This only worsened Greg's problem. Now Nick was breathing softly on his neck in addition to being fully flush against him. Greg was not sure how long he could stand the sweet torture being inflicted upon him. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Gah! I can't take it anymore!" he said and wormed as far away from Nick as he could get.

"What? What's wrong G? Oh did I do something? I'm so sorry!" Nick was on the edge of panic, he didn't think he could take rejection so soon.

"No, well yes." He turned to look at his bed-mate. He was shirtless and the bulge in in his pants was obvious. "Ah!" Greg stood up and Nick was able to see his problem. "You, YOU, are here in MY bed with out a shirt on, and well you have a little something," He gulped "or a rather large something going on down there." Nick blushed furiously. "And you are breathing on my neck and you smell so good and...i can't touch you." He whined. Nick grinned.

"Who said you can't touch me?"

"Well last night you said you wanted to ease into things, but you're just right there in my bed looking good enough to eat, and I don't want to scare you or make you do anything you don't want to... Oh god, did i say 'good enough to eat' out loud?" Nick nodded. Greg groaned and set on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, the throbbing ache between his legs as bad as ever. Nick laughed softly and sat next to Greg on the bed.

"I really appreciate that you respect me so much. That means a lot." Greg mumbled something noncommittal. "But did I ever say that you who looks just as edible with your tousled hair, and your soft cotton T-shirt, and a big problem of your own, couldn't take some of your frustrations out on me?"

"No." Greg responded like a pouting child.

"Well then what are you waiting for? Don't think mine's not bothering me either. And I think if I'm gonna make breakfast it's gonna be a lot easier if this gets taken care of." He said gesturing to the tent in his sleep pants."

"You serious?" Greg asked with eyebrow raised.

"Yes G, I'm serious."

"Not joking or anything?"

"No not joking, C'mon we've known each other for a long time, we hang out a lot, we're both so comfortable around each other. I trust you. Besides if you don't get you butt over here and do something about it like I know you want to, I'm going to lock myself in your bathroom and take care of it on my own." Nick's last remark caused Greg to shudder. The image was too much for him to handle. He pounced on Nick and covered him in kisses.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou! You won't regret it! You can say stop any time and I'll stop!"

"Greg!" Nick shouted. "Shut up and touch me already!"

"Yes sir!" Greg said gleefully between kisses. His full weight now pinning Nick to the bed. This was a semi-foreign experience for the ladies man, but that did not stop him from reacting. When he placed a tentative hand on Greg's rear the younger man sighed into his mouth and repositioned himself so Nick's legs were between his. Nick lost in sensation abandoned his earlier hesitations and gave in. The hand on Greg's rear stayed there, the other went under his shirt to the back of his neck. Greg gave a frustrated growl and paused for a moment to remove his shirt.

"Having fun?" he teased when he noticed Nick's hand didn't leave his butt.

"I can't believe I never noticed how nice you ass is before. I can't believe it's taken me so long to get to this point."

"Well you don't have to wait anymore, unless you would rather I just straddle you here for the rest of the morning and let you fee my ass?"

"Tempting but no." The older man said as he tugged him back down. Now his hands wandered Greg's back and the soft skin of his sides. All the while taking in the feeling of the chest to chest contact. He breathed in sharply as his friend began to rock his hips slowly against him. He lost most of his ability to function after Greg licked a stripe from his collarbone to his earlobe. That was fine with Greg, he was more comfortable in control of this situation than Nick was, and all he wanted was for his newfound lover to enjoy himself. Greg continued the liquid rocking of his hips as he nibbled Nick's earlobe and explored his mouth with his tongue. Nick was surprisingly vocal. Greg's kisses and nibbles earned gasps and moans particularly when he closed his mouth around a nipple. He smiled, who knew man-of-few-words Nicky could get this loud. Finally Nick had had enough.

"Touch me." he gasped.

"Can I?" Greg asked.

"Ohgodyes. I can't take it anymore." Greg slid down Nick's sleep pants revealing a healthy erection. Greg stopped for a moment to admire Nick's now fully naked form in his bed.

"Greg. Just finish it!" Nick growled. Greg grinned and took Nick in his mouth. A string of endearments and profanity issued from Nick's mouth as Greg gave him, what Nick thought was probably the best blow-job in his entire life. Much to his frustration he was so tightly wound that it didn't take Greg long to finish what he began. Afterward he crawled up and rested his head in the crook of Nick's neck. The older man responded by kissing his temple and wrapping an arm around him.

"Holy cow Greg where did you learn to do that?"

"Um, I'm a sponge and I absorb things?" Greg was not sure if Nick expected an actual answer.

"Well thank you to whoever you absorbed that from." After Nick had time to recuperate and regain his mental processing he realized Greg was still hard as a rock.

"Do you um, want me to help you out there?"

"That might be nice, I can always lock myself in the bathroom while you make breakfast."

"Nope, not allowed G, not after you just took care of me like that. I think I'll return the favor."

"It's okay you rea..." Greg never finished his sentence. Nick had slid his hand down the front of his sleep pants and wrapped his hand around Greg's erection. This was a completely new experience for Nick, but it didn't take him long to realize he enjoyed it immensely. He loved the way Greg was so soft but still rock solid in his hand. He loved knowing that he was the one making Greg pant and grind his hips. He loved most of all that he rendered Greg completely speechless. It wasn't that he didn't like listening to Greg, he could do that for hours. It was that Greg was so engulfed in sensation, the sensation of what he was doing to him, that he could not form words. That did not stop him from trying though.

"ohgaNick, justabit fasterplees!" Nick obliged and shortly after Greg came into his hand. "Thank you." he panted.

"Anytime."

"Really?"

"Yeah really."

Greg mustered all his coordination and kissed Nick thoroughly.

"Now c'mon G, I'm starved how do you like your eggs?" He said as he got up and wandered into the bathroom.

Over breakfast Greg decided to tell Nick about the girls. He took it better than Greg had expected.

"I sorta knew they were gonna try something like this. You're not really gonna tell them are you?" Nick looked hurt.

"No, of course not, if you don't want them to know I wont tell them. I can just say you picked up a hot blond at the club and I wouldn't really be lying."

"Thanks Greggo. I don't think I want them to know yet, just gimme some time?"

"All the time you want. But they're smart eventually they are gonna know something is up between us."

"Yeah, whoever thought it would be a good idea to pay those women to snoop should be tied up and left in the desert!"

The rest of sunday was spent in various states of undress, and degrees of arousal. Greg was almost certain he was in heaven having gotten more than a shiner from the fight. Nick seemed so eager to learn the ropes, so to speak.

"You know we have to go to work later right?" Nick asked.

"Urg, don't remind me." Greg was more than happy to remain half naked in bed with Nick for the rest of his life. But when the alarm went off, both men were forced to get up and spend the night around dead people.

It's not over folks! what happens when they get to work? How will they fend off Sara and Catherine? that all goes down in the next chapter!

(P.s. I really enjoyed writing the 'I can't stop talking I'm so overexcite and sexually frustrated' greg)