After his drunken stint on Livejournal, Greg had fallen asleep on his couch, the bottle of tequila resting faithfully beside him on the floor. He hadn't drunken anymore since then, so by the time he woke up he was already feeling way more sober than he really wanted to be. Wait... why was he waking up? Had something woken him up? He groaned a bit, lifting his head upwards off the couch, it felt a lot heavier than it should have been. And... there it was again, a knock at the door and someone was calling his name. Greg knew that voice, he was pretty sure.
He was planning on getting up and answering the door in a dignified manner, but his limbs sort of felt like they had been filled with sand while he had been alseep. So instead he just called out in the direction of his front door, croaking as he spoke, "It's open!"
He barely heard Greg as he called out, and he opened the door immediatly spotting him on the couch. Guilt flooded him, and he walked over, pushing the tequila bottle out of the way as he kneeled down. "God, i'm so sorry Greg." He said bringing his hand up to run through Greg's hair.
Greg squinted a bit as Nick entered. "Mhgffg. What time izzit?" He mumbled, pulling himself into a sitting position and resting his heavy head in his hands. But Nick was kneeling next to him now, his hand in his hair bringing Greg to his senses somewhat.
"Nicky. Hi." He mumbled sleepily, smiling a bit, momentarily forgetting about their prior arguments. "I thought you were doing stuff with the family...?"
"It's your birthday." He said with a small smile. "Why would I want to spend it with them?" He leaned forward, kissing Greg softly, before standing up again. "I got you a present, but I won't give it to you until you're sober enough to appreciate it." He grinned, making sure said present was safe before shrugging his jacket off and placing it over an armchair. "How are you feeling?"
Greg's smile widened as he leaned forward, returning the kiss. "Am not drunk." He replied stubbornly, leaning back into the couch and folding his arms across his chest while Nick took off his jacket. "I can still recite the alphabet. Wanna hear?"
But he got distracted when his boyfriend mentioned a present. "You got me a pony, didn't you?" He asked, looking at Nick with a sly expression on his face.
"Damn. I wasted all that time wrapping it, too." He said sarcastically as he sat down next to Greg. "No, your present is a lot smaller then a pony." Nick grinned as he got comfortable on the couch, bringing his feet up to rest on the table full of magazines and other useless items.
Greg sighed contentedly, snuggling against Nick's side, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder. "You didn't have to, you know. Get me anything, that is." He said, having a bit of difficulty completing his sentences. "You're all I need, anyway."
Breaking up his tender moment, Greg leaned over Nick's lap, groping on the ground for the tequila the older man had moved. His hand finally closed around the neck of the bottle and he righted himself again, waving it in front of Nick's face. "Want some?"
A goofy smile appeared on Nick's face as Greg spoke, but it disapeared as soon as Greg picked up the tequila. "Greg!' He snatched the bottle out of his boyfriend's hand. "I'm serious, i'm not giving you your present until you're sober, but if you want to drink I won't stop you." He tried to hide the smirk that was threatening to emerge, but he wasn't sure if it had worked.
Greg pouted, trying to snatch the bottle back from Nick but finding his hand-eye coordination wasn't that good. Neither were his reflexes. "Want to have drunk sex with youuuu." He giggled, choosing to cuddle against Nick once he realized he couldn't take the alcohol from him. "T'would be an excellent birthday present."
Nick rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to have drunk sex with you." No matter how much the idea appealed to him.
"Aren't you supposed to be mad at me, anyways?" He asked as he set the bottle back on the floor. It was far enough away that Greg would have to get up to get it.
Greg opened his mouth wide and pretended to look offended. It didn't really work. "And here I was thinking I was doing such a good job at seducing you too!" He exclaimed, before leaning in close to the older man, and letting his tongue dart out along his jawline.
He pulled back though as Nick continued to talk, and he frowned a bit, trying to think back to earlier that day. "I... I think I am." He admitted, shrugging and smiling again. "But how can I stay mad at this face for longg?" He slurred, reaching forward and pinching Nick's cheek as he giggled again. "Besides. Thought you were mad at me too. But here you are."
"I wasn't mad at you..." Okay, maybe he was a little. He got up and walked over to his jacket, pulling out the small wrapped package and sat back down. "Since I don't feel like waiting for you to sober up." He held out the present to Greg. "Anyways, I have a feeling you'll love it even if you are impaired."
Greg's face lit up like a kid on Christmas. Or, a kid on his birthday, he supposed. He took the little package from Nick and examined it for a second, shaking it to see if it rattled.
He was about to open it when instead, he placed it on his lap stubbornly and looked back up at Nick. "Not opening it until you have some tequila. Level the playing field. No one's allowed to be sober at my birthday party."
It wouldn't have seemed that it was possible for Greg's smile to widen any more, but it did then as he watched Nick down a large chunk of the tequila. "Heee. Gonna get you drunk and take advantage of youuu." He giggled again, before turning his attentions to the gift in his lap.
He fumbled with it for a while, before finally getting it open. It also took him a while to realize that he was staring at concert tickets and backstage passes. After that it took him a while to decipher what they said. But once that was done he wasted no time in squealing "Nickyy!!! Sigur Ros! FUCK!" and tossed them aside, jumping up and practically tackling the older man.
He watched with a wide smile as Greg stared at the tickets, no doubt trying to figure out what they were. He was caught off guard as Greg jumped on him, the tequila bottle fell to the floor and barely had time to prevent them both from falling off the couch. "I take it you like them then." He laughed.
He was planning on getting up and answering the door in a dignified manner, but his limbs sort of felt like they had been filled with sand while he had been alseep. So instead he just called out in the direction of his front door, croaking as he spoke, "It's open!"
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Guilt flooded him, and he walked over, pushing the tequila bottle out of the way as he kneeled down.
"God, i'm so sorry Greg." He said bringing his hand up to run through Greg's hair.
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"Nicky. Hi." He mumbled sleepily, smiling a bit, momentarily forgetting about their prior arguments. "I thought you were doing stuff with the family...?"
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"I got you a present, but I won't give it to you until you're sober enough to appreciate it." He grinned, making sure said present was safe before shrugging his jacket off and placing it over an armchair. "How are you feeling?"
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But he got distracted when his boyfriend mentioned a present. "You got me a pony, didn't you?" He asked, looking at Nick with a sly expression on his face.
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"No, your present is a lot smaller then a pony." Nick grinned as he got comfortable on the couch, bringing his feet up to rest on the table full of magazines and other useless items.
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Breaking up his tender moment, Greg leaned over Nick's lap, groping on the ground for the tequila the older man had moved. His hand finally closed around the neck of the bottle and he righted himself again, waving it in front of Nick's face. "Want some?"
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"Greg!' He snatched the bottle out of his boyfriend's hand.
"I'm serious, i'm not giving you your present until you're sober, but if you want to drink I won't stop you."
He tried to hide the smirk that was threatening to emerge, but he wasn't sure if it had worked.
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"Want to have drunk sex with youuuu." He giggled, choosing to cuddle against Nick once he realized he couldn't take the alcohol from him. "T'would be an excellent birthday present."
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"I'm not going to have drunk sex with you." No matter how much the idea appealed to him.
"Aren't you supposed to be mad at me, anyways?" He asked as he set the bottle back on the floor. It was far enough away that Greg would have to get up to get it.
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He pulled back though as Nick continued to talk, and he frowned a bit, trying to think back to earlier that day. "I... I think I am." He admitted, shrugging and smiling again. "But how can I stay mad at this face for longg?" He slurred, reaching forward and pinching Nick's cheek as he giggled again. "Besides. Thought you were mad at me too. But here you are."
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Okay, maybe he was a little.
He got up and walked over to his jacket, pulling out the small wrapped package and sat back down.
"Since I don't feel like waiting for you to sober up." He held out the present to Greg. "Anyways, I have a feeling you'll love it even if you are impaired."
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He was about to open it when instead, he placed it on his lap stubbornly and looked back up at Nick. "Not opening it until you have some tequila. Level the playing field. No one's allowed to be sober at my birthday party."
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He sat there for a few moments before sighing and reaching down to pick up the bottle. He took a large swig.
"There, now open it."
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He fumbled with it for a while, before finally getting it open. It also took him a while to realize that he was staring at concert tickets and backstage passes. After that it took him a while to decipher what they said. But once that was done he wasted no time in squealing "Nickyy!!! Sigur Ros! FUCK!" and tossed them aside, jumping up and practically tackling the older man.
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He was caught off guard as Greg jumped on him, the tequila bottle fell to the floor and barely had time to prevent them both from falling off the couch.
"I take it you like them then." He laughed.
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