Greg groaned, balancing underneath the large pile of boxes he somehow thought he could carry to Nick's front door. It wasn't working very well, and he winced as he wobbled dangerously to the left. Can't spill his porn collection. He had it organized alphabetically and everything.
He was also carrying what had to be his third crate of CDs and a casserole dish (a parting gift from Mrs. Leeds) and he managed to wobble up the steps, pushing his way into Nick's place with his back against the door, his chin resting on the layer of plastic wrap protecting the casserole.
"Oy!" He cried, slamming the door behind him. He tried to look around for Nick, but any wrong move and he'd end up with a face full of casserole. Moving carefully, he set his porn and CDs on the floor next to a box labelled 'Underwear and Miscellaneous.' Huh. What had he been on when he wrote that?
At the sound of Greg's voice and the slamming of the door, Nick's eyes snapped open and he looked over to see Greg setting some boxes down. "Please tell me that's the last of them." He said rubbing his eyes tiredly. He stood up and walked over to him, looking at the boxes.
"Your porn collection? Why did I ever think you'd leave that behind?" He rolled his eyes, then he caught sight of the casserole. "I think i'm going to miss that woman." No matter how much she seemed to hate him.
"I thiiiiiink it is." Greg said, peeking into a random box that was at his chest height, balancing precariously on a few others beneath it. He pulled out a little snowglobe, looking at it quizzically. "This is mine? I've never seen it before in my life."
Shrugging and throwing it back in the box, he grinned widely when Nick saw his porn collection. "Admit it. You're intrigued. I've already picked out a few that you've gotta see." His eyes were sparkling with laughter and he leaned in to give Nick a quick kiss before grabbing the casserole and finding a few forks in the box with the snowglobe and going to sit on the couch, patting the cushion next to him invitingly.
"Well, if it's really making your heart ache, I'm sure we can invite her to live with us."
He sat down next to him and took a fork, digging in immediatly. "I won't miss her that much."
He took a few bites before speaking again. "I'm really looking forward to a good night's sleep in our bed." He shot Greg a grin. "I'm about to pass out." 'Our bed.' It felt so good to say that.
"Jesus Christ." Greg said around a mouthful of food. "It's what... eight o'clock? And you're already talking about going to bed? I had no idea you were this boring. Remind me again why I moved in with you?" He asked, looking thoughtful before taking another big bite of the casserole.
Although.... their bed. Their bed. The bed that belonged to Nick and Greg. Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders. Their bed.
He couldn't help but smile to himself. Damn. It sounded really nice.
"You're very tiring. That, and we started doing this straight after work." He should of known it wouldn't tire Greg out. He was one big ball of energy. Did he even sleep?
"This is really good, maybe we should convince her to live with us." He paused, the fork in his mouth. "Too bad she hates me."
He dropped the fork in the casserole dish, deciding he'd had enough.
"Well, you're going to have to build up your stamina, aren't you?" Greg grinned, patting him on the thigh appreciatively.
He took a final huge mouthful, before throwing his fork into the dish ceremonially and putting it on the coffee table. "Soon, you'll have forgotten all about Mrs. Leeds and her casserole. I make a mean package of ramen noodles. You watch. Many have fallen in love with me over my cooking."
He leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable. And then, in spite of his excitement, he gave a huge yawn, blinking his eyes blearily.
"Aha! You are tired!" He got up and grabbed a hold of Greg's wrists, hauling him up as well.
"We can worry about all of this in the morning." He said as he dragged Greg into their bedroom. He pulled off his shirt, and then his jeans. This would be the first time stripping in front of Greg when they weren't going to have sex. He realized there was going to be a lot of firsts. He then began tugging on Greg's shirt.
"Don't tell me you sleep with your clothes on." He grinned.
Greg yawned again, scratching at his scalp as Nick dragged him into the bedroom. "I'm tired because you're so boring. Your level of boringness is making me fall asleep, Stokes."
He was blinking his eyes blearily again and he only seemed to snap back into it when Nick began tugging at his t-shirt, and following his example, he pulled it over his head, causing his hair to stick up in funny angles. He peeled off his jeans and socks as well, and sat down on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers.
"Maybe I sleep naked, huh? What would you do if I told you that?" He challenged, looking up at Nick with a sleepy smile on his face.
Glancing around, he found one of Nick's discarded t-shirts on the floor and pulled it on instead. On his own, he had been used to sleeping with something on that would cover up his back, he had been a little weird like that since the explosion. He then hastened to crawl under the covers, hoping Nick wouldn't mind that he was already stealing his clothing, but secretly not caring either way.
"I don't think i'd be able to sleep in the same bed." He grinned, watching as Greg put on one of his shirts. He always looked amazing in Nick's shirts.
He crawled under the covers, snuggling up to Greg and wrapping an arm around his waist, his eyes already closing. "I'm so glad we decided to do this."
Greg turned over, pressing his back into Nick's chest and pulling the older man's arm over himself and clutching onto it tightly, as if it were an extra blanket.
"Mmm." He agreed sleepily. "You'll be singing a different tune when I start hogging the shower, though." He mumbled.
A few hours later, he awoke. The first thing he was aware of was how cold he was, the second thing he noticed was the snoring. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. There was Greg, sprawled across the bed, wrapped in a cacoon of blankets, snoring away.
Nick groaned grabbing some of the covers back and rolled over, closing his eyes.
It was no use, he barely had any room to sleep. He rolled over and pushed Greg lightly. When he didn't budge, Nick pushed harder. Apparently he didn't know his own strength when he was half asleep, because Greg went tumbling off of the bed. "Oh, fuck!" Nick sat up, quickly scrambling to Greg's side of the bed to look over the edge.
The first thing he was aware of was a dull pressure in the small of his back. Was something pushing him...? And then, he was on the floor, and his ass really hurt. "..the fuck?" He mumbled, trying to sit up but he was too tangled in blankets to even move.
He saw Nick above him, on the bed, and then he remembered where he was. Nick's place... wait. Scratch that. Their place. Suddenly his ass didn't hurt so much anymore.
He managed to sit up now, looking blearily at Nick, his hair mussed. "What time is it?" He mumbled.
With Nick's help, Greg scrambled awkwardly back into bed. He untangled himself from the blankets, throwing half of them back over Nick and snuggling against him.
It was by this point that his sleep-muddled brain registered what Nick had said. "You pushed me?! I haven't been living here for 24 hours and I'm already getting abused."
He pouted a bit, before breaking out into a smile. "... Actually. It's kind of hot."
Nick rolled his eyes, grinning, wrapping his arms around Greg.
"Well, if an abusive relationship is what you want, i'm sure i can do that." He pinched Greg's ass playfully before looking over at their alarm clock. "Five hours of sleep isn't enough for me." He yawned, closing his eyes.
He was also carrying what had to be his third crate of CDs and a casserole dish (a parting gift from Mrs. Leeds) and he managed to wobble up the steps, pushing his way into Nick's place with his back against the door, his chin resting on the layer of plastic wrap protecting the casserole.
"Oy!" He cried, slamming the door behind him. He tried to look around for Nick, but any wrong move and he'd end up with a face full of casserole. Moving carefully, he set his porn and CDs on the floor next to a box labelled 'Underwear and Miscellaneous.' Huh. What had he been on when he wrote that?
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"Please tell me that's the last of them." He said rubbing his eyes tiredly. He stood up and walked over to him, looking at the boxes.
"Your porn collection? Why did I ever think you'd leave that behind?" He rolled his eyes, then he caught sight of the casserole. "I think i'm going to miss that woman." No matter how much she seemed to hate him.
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Shrugging and throwing it back in the box, he grinned widely when Nick saw his porn collection. "Admit it. You're intrigued. I've already picked out a few that you've gotta see." His eyes were sparkling with laughter and he leaned in to give Nick a quick kiss before grabbing the casserole and finding a few forks in the box with the snowglobe and going to sit on the couch, patting the cushion next to him invitingly.
"Well, if it's really making your heart ache, I'm sure we can invite her to live with us."
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"I won't miss her that much."
He took a few bites before speaking again.
"I'm really looking forward to a good night's sleep in our bed." He shot Greg a grin. "I'm about to pass out."
'Our bed.' It felt so good to say that.
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Although.... their bed. Their bed. The bed that belonged to Nick and Greg. Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders. Their bed.
He couldn't help but smile to himself. Damn. It sounded really nice.
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Did he even sleep?
"This is really good, maybe we should convince her to live with us." He paused, the fork in his mouth. "Too bad she hates me."
He dropped the fork in the casserole dish, deciding he'd had enough.
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He took a final huge mouthful, before throwing his fork into the dish ceremonially and putting it on the coffee table. "Soon, you'll have forgotten all about Mrs. Leeds and her casserole. I make a mean package of ramen noodles. You watch. Many have fallen in love with me over my cooking."
He leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable. And then, in spite of his excitement, he gave a huge yawn, blinking his eyes blearily.
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He got up and grabbed a hold of Greg's wrists, hauling him up as well.
"We can worry about all of this in the morning." He said as he dragged Greg into their bedroom.
He pulled off his shirt, and then his jeans. This would be the first time stripping in front of Greg when they weren't going to have sex.
He realized there was going to be a lot of firsts.
He then began tugging on Greg's shirt.
"Don't tell me you sleep with your clothes on." He grinned.
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He was blinking his eyes blearily again and he only seemed to snap back into it when Nick began tugging at his t-shirt, and following his example, he pulled it over his head, causing his hair to stick up in funny angles. He peeled off his jeans and socks as well, and sat down on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers.
"Maybe I sleep naked, huh? What would you do if I told you that?" He challenged, looking up at Nick with a sleepy smile on his face.
Glancing around, he found one of Nick's discarded t-shirts on the floor and pulled it on instead. On his own, he had been used to sleeping with something on that would cover up his back, he had been a little weird like that since the explosion. He then hastened to crawl under the covers, hoping Nick wouldn't mind that he was already stealing his clothing, but secretly not caring either way.
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He always looked amazing in Nick's shirts.
He crawled under the covers, snuggling up to Greg and wrapping an arm around his waist, his eyes already closing.
"I'm so glad we decided to do this."
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"Mmm." He agreed sleepily. "You'll be singing a different tune when I start hogging the shower, though." He mumbled.
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A few hours later, he awoke. The first thing he was aware of was how cold he was, the second thing he noticed was the snoring.
He opened his eyes and blinked a few times.
There was Greg, sprawled across the bed, wrapped in a cacoon of blankets, snoring away.
Nick groaned grabbing some of the covers back and rolled over, closing his eyes.
It was no use, he barely had any room to sleep.
He rolled over and pushed Greg lightly.
When he didn't budge, Nick pushed harder.
Apparently he didn't know his own strength when he was half asleep, because Greg went tumbling off of the bed.
"Oh, fuck!" Nick sat up, quickly scrambling to Greg's side of the bed to look over the edge.
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He saw Nick above him, on the bed, and then he remembered where he was. Nick's place... wait. Scratch that. Their place. Suddenly his ass didn't hurt so much anymore.
He managed to sit up now, looking blearily at Nick, his hair mussed. "What time is it?" He mumbled.
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He wondered if he could get away with telling Greg that he fell out of bed, but then decided he didn't want to.
"You were hogging the bed, I guess I don't know my own strength."
He grabbed Greg, pulling him back into bed.
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It was by this point that his sleep-muddled brain registered what Nick had said. "You pushed me?! I haven't been living here for 24 hours and I'm already getting abused."
He pouted a bit, before breaking out into a smile. "... Actually. It's kind of hot."
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"Well, if an abusive relationship is what you want, i'm sure i can do that." He pinched Greg's ass playfully before looking over at their alarm clock. "Five hours of sleep isn't enough for me." He yawned, closing his eyes.
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