Dating Advice | By : RikuRocks Category: CSI > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author’s notes: Another higher rating guys…and I have now caught u to all my prewritten chapters, which means I‘ll be writing as I go now. I have the story plotted out though, so it shouldn‘t be a problem to keep updating once a week…except for the upcoming holiday. I might fall behind then. Sorry.
See the first chapter for story notes and the disclaimer.
Norwegian Translations: Vær så snill
Åh gud… = Oh god…
Mer, Nick… = More, Nick…
Jeg vil ha deg = I want you
Ta meg, Nick = Take me, Nick
Åh ja = Oh yes
Akkurat der =Right there
Hardere = Harder
Kjære = Darling/My beloved/my dear
Jeg vil være sammen med deg = I want to be with you
Jeg elsker deg = I love you
Only recently, Nick had thought that nothing could be better than waking up to Greg’s smiling face as he offered him a cup of coffee. Now he discovered that waking up with Greg still in his arms was better by far. The younger man was still curled into him, his breath ghosting over Nick’s clavicle and his hair tickling the Texan’s chin.
Nick smiled and inhaled deeply. Then he kissed Greg’s hair and stroked the younger man’s back. Sometime during the night, the Texan had hooked one of his powerful thighs over Greg’s sinewy legs as if to prevent him from shifting away, although the youth seemed to have snuggled closer in the night.
The movement apparently awakened Greg; Nick felt him suck in a deep breath before he felt long eyelashes flutter against his neck and soft lips form a smile over his clavicle. Greg nuzzled and kissed the brawny man’s chest before giving his waist a loving squeeze.
Nick smiled. “Someone wakes up cuddly.” He tightened his firm hold around the blonde to return the waking embrace.
Greg shifted his lower half further under the Texan’s leg and Nick gasped as his abnormally throbbing morning erection brushed against the youth’s flat stomach. He felt Greg smile against him again. “Someone wakes up horny.” The sentence was punctuated with another kiss to the older man’s chest.
Another kiss followed, and then another, slightly lower than the previous ones. Nick moaned and loosened his hold on the slender blonde as Greg slowly slid down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. When Greg placed a kiss on the head of his penis, Nick groaned and rolled onto his back.
Greg rolled with him without breaking contact, and wrapped his lips around his boyfriend’s erection once they stilled. Nick moaned as he sank one hand into Greg’s hair and smoothly thrust up into the slender man’s throat. The blonde bobbed his head to match the Texan’s next few thrusts, before Nick grabbed Greg’s shoulders along with what was left of his own self-control.
Nick took a few deep breaths once Greg stilled and looked up to meet his gaze. Then, he pulled the younger man up to kiss him deeply. The willowy chemist seemed confused but soon returned the kiss ardently. The brawny man ran a hand down Greg’s back until he found the curve of his ass and gave it a firm, gentle squeeze.
Greg began kissing along Nick’s jaw as the older man stroked and kneaded his buttocks, and he moaned when Nick’s middle finger slipped into the cleft of his ass to prod at his opening tentatively. The Texan’s touch became more firm when he felt Greg’s thighs part and back arch to give Nick better access.
“Nick…” Greg kissed him and lowered a hand to stroke Nick’s swollen member. “Vær så snill…”
Nick’s arousal was almost painful. “Greg,” He forced out between pants, “I don’t want to hurt you. Do I just…?”
“Mm-mm,” Nick couldn’t tell if Greg shook his head or if he was nuzzling him. The youth began to pepper kisses along the Texan’s face and neck again. “I just need lube and a little preparation,” Greg murmured between kisses. “Just let me-”
“No.” Nick kissed Greg and stroked his hair. The brawny man surprised himself by his next words, which he meant wholeheartedly. “I want to take care of you. Where-”
Greg interrupted him with a deeply passionate kiss. The slender youth was smiling when he pulled away slightly, and his eyes stared into his boyfriend’s sable gaze. Nick’s breath caught at the devotion and trust he saw there, along with something he was just starting to think he could name without sounding crazy.
Greg kissed the older man again, softly, before stretching his hand toward the nightstand. Before the blonde could reach his goal, Nick smirked and grabbed the chemist’s slender wrist and waist. Then the Texan rolled, pulling the younger man under him.
Nick smiled as Greg arced up to kiss him as his arms wrapped around the brawny man’s neck and his thighs fell open for Nick to press himself between them. Nick continued to kiss the younger man as he opened the drawer of the bedside table and reached into the small box that had haunted his dreams since he peeked inside it. He pulled out the lube and a condom and dropped them on the bed beside Greg.
They kissed for another long moment before Nick picked up the lube again and squeezed a generous amount on the fingers of his right hand. He kissed Greg again as his hand moved down the youth’s body. “Tell me if I move too fast, baby. We can st-”
Greg interrupted the Texan by initiating a deep, slow kiss. Even the blonde’s hands were unhurried as they slid over Nick’s chest and sides. Greg’s lips and thighs parted easily, without fear, and Nick understood that he didn’t need to reassure the younger man; there was already enough trust and assurance between them.
Nick had not thought about what he was doing the first time he had sex with another man. He had not explored or prepared his partner, and he had actually been a little concerned that he would find it all somewhat squalid when he did, but he found that was the last thing on his mind. All that mattered as he slipped a finger into Greg was the desire he felt for the younger man and the soft, sweet whispers that escaped Greg’s mouth between kisses.
Nick deepened the kiss and pushed his index finger into Greg, quickly sinking it into the tight, hot cavern. Nick groaned at the thought of how it would feel when he was able to take Greg. He paused at the second knuckle when he felt the blonde stiffen and suck in a breath. The Texan pulled back just enough to look into Greg’s eyes; seeing that the slight man looked more confused than pained.
The Texan stroked Greg‘s face with his other hand, glad to see no sign of pain but confused by the willowy youth‘s expression. “What-?”
“Do you-” Greg cut off with a sound somewhere between a laugh and a gasp as Nick moved his finger experimentally. “Uh, is this a kink or…?”
“What?” Nick repeated, not caring how he sounded. He was not getting enough blood flow to his brain at the moment to form complete sentences.
“Not that I mind if it is,” Greg quickly panted out. “I’m up for a lot, you know…it’s just, I didn’t think <i>that</i> would be one of your kinks…and before you say anything; yes, you have kinks, everyone does.”
“What are you talking about, babe?” Nick knew the question came out a little more clipped than he intended, but he really wanted to get back to what they‘d been doing so he could be inside Greg <i>soon</i>.
Obviously aware of the reason for his boyfriend‘s tone, Greg gave Nick‘s still heavy erection a few firm, languid strokes as he explained. “You do know you don‘t have to do that, right?”
Nick frowned at that; his thoughts were caught between what Greg seemed to be telling him now and what Warrick had told him before. He did not want to mention Warrick -or anyone else for that matter- in bed though, so he tried to think of a way to express his confusion. The fact that Greg was still stroking his cock did not help the matter.
“Just kiss me, kjære,” Greg murmured with a small smile as his other arm wrapped around Nick’s shoulders and his back arched to press them together. “If I was tense or scared or something, then yeah, you should do that if you want any, but when I’m relaxed and eager, I just need some romance to keep me that way.” The slender youth paused before adding, in a slightly self-conscious tone, “…And it’d be nice if you started slow once you’re in.”
“Of course, baby.” Nick squashed the instinct to demand to know if someone else <i>hadn‘t</i> been so careful with his lover before. There would be time for that later and at present, he just wanted it to be about him and Greg. Finding a decent compromise between his desire for haste and desire not to hurt Greg, Nick slipped his finger out and caressed the blonde’s thigh.
Soon, Nick was kissing and caressing every part of Greg he could reach and the willowy youth was doing the same to him.
“Åh gud… Mer, Nick…Jeg vil ha deg.” Greg was murmuring away breathlessly as they made love with their mouths and hands. “Ta meg, Nick, please…take me.”
The Texan did not need to be asked twice, though he had a feeling he had been. The brawny man grabbed the condom and paused in confusion when Greg took it from him. He groaned when the youth opened the wrapper himself, his gaze locked with Nick‘s all the while. It took all of Nick’s self-control not to thrust when Greg put the condom on him and coated his latex-covered erection with lube.
Nick lined himself up and leaned over the slender man, settling his weight on his knees and his free hand, which rested on the bed beside Greg’s chest. Greg arched up to kiss the brawny man above him before lifting his legs over Nick‘s shoulders. The Texan was surprised by the strength he could feel in the sinewy limbs around him, but not by the fact that he liked it.
Both men moaned as Nick slowly penetrated Greg. The older man had to still for a moment once he was completely sheathed by Greg. The tightness, heat, and general feeling of being inside Greg was almost enough to take him over the edge and he wanted this to last. Nick’s hands slid along Greg’s body until they could settle on the youth’s slender thighs.
Once he had regained his control, Nick met Greg’s eyes. The blonde nodded faintly and breathed, “Åh ja.”
The Texan started slow, even though Greg met each measured thrust and touched every inch of Nick that he could reach. As Nick sped up slightly, so did Greg. Their pace remained steady until the slender youth suddenly arched up with a gasp.
“Akkurat der,” Greg panted out as two lust filled gazes locked. “Hardere…Åh gud!”
Nick wasn’t even sure what his lover had just said, but the passionate tone and look of ecstasy snapped the last of his control and he started thrusting fiercely. Still, Greg matched his pace. “That’s it, baby… Oh God, Greg! Shit…”
Even if Greg’s breathless words weren’t in Norwegian, Nick doubted he’d know what the youth s saying. The older man wasn’t even sure what words he himself growled out in between thrusts. The Texan had never been particularly loud during sex before, not wanting to say anything in the heat of the moment that he might regret later on, but Nick knew he couldn’t stop the words tumbling from his lips if he tried. He also did not truly want to.
Later, Nick would have to say that having sex with Greg was an experience unlike any he had before, and he knew it wasn’t just about being with another male. The way the younger man moved with him and looked at him pulled Nick in deeper in every way possible. Nick had felt chemistry before and even a connection, but he had never felt so thoroughly united with someone during sex before.
When Greg suddenly lurched under him with another cry of “Åh, gud Nick!”, the Texan recognized an orgasm when he witnessed one, it didn‘t matter the gender of the person experiencing it. However, the fact that Greg’s swollen member was still only leaking precum was enough to wrench his mind away from his own intense pleasure for a second. Before he could attempt to move his hands or try to form a cohesive sentence, he felt the tight muscles surrounding his cock start to contract.
Anything resembling cognitive thought was torn from Nick. He tightened his grip on Greg’s hips and released a roar that sounded similar to the youth’s name as he pounded into him. The blonde lurched and cried out Nick’s name as he came against his own abdomen. Nick was quick to follow, filling the condom and collapsing over Greg.
Both men panted and stroked each other for a short moment, before Greg broke the silence. “I hate to…break the moment…but…I can’t feel my legs.”
Nick blinked, bemused, before he realized that the willowy man’s knees were still hooked over his shoulders, which meant he was practically folding the slighter man in half. “Damn, babe…we might have to…test your flexibility sometime…”
Greg smiled. “I’m looking forward to it, kjære.”
The Texan raised himself to his knees and pulled out of his lover, causing the younger man to hiss slightly. Nick frowned and caressed one of the legs he had been about to release. “Did I hurt you?”
Even though it was clear that hiss had been one of pain, Greg shook his head. The older man assumed that was meant to mean ‘not badly’. “I’m just more sensitive now…all the stimulation, you know? I’m fine.” He lowered his legs once Nick released them and smiled at the brawny man. “That was amazing.”
Nick returned the smile. “Oh yeah.” He quickly threw away the spent condom and settled on the bed next to Greg, who immediately rolled on his side to face the Texan. Unsure how to explain how that felt or if it was even necessary to try, Nick pulled the younger man into his arms and kissed him.
When Greg’s arms slipped around the brawny man’s waist as he returned the kiss, Nick knew that had been a more than acceptable response. Words were not needed; Nick wasn’t sure f that was the advantage of being with another man or just Greg, but he was happy and Greg seemed happy so he decided it did not matter. They both lay there for a while afterwards, until Nick felt an odd sensation on his stomach and looked down.
“You want to take a shower?” Greg sounded slightly amused as he watched Nick take in the fact that another man’s semen was drying on his skin. “I won’t be offended or anything. I could use one too.”
Nick ran his fingers over Greg’s abs, gathering some of the tacky substance that coated the fair skin. A sudden thought occurred to him. “I didn’t touch you.”
“What are you talking about?” Greg sounded incredulous but happy. “You touched nearly all of me, you even touched inside of me.”
Nick released a quick laugh and shook his head as he tossed his arm over Greg again. “I meant when you came…and I know I was technically touching you the whole time, but- Oh, come on, you know what I mean. Is that…normal?”
“Only if you’re lucky enough to have someone as good as you on top;” Greg smiled at the look of pride that appeared on his boyfriend’s face. “Is there anything else you want to know right now, stud, or can we go take that shower?”
“Just one more thing for now…” Nick smirked at the attentive expression on the younger man’s face. “It uh, it sounded like you were having multiple orgasms? Am I right about that?”
Greg laughed quietly and rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes, you gave me multiple orgasms without ever touching me, you stallion. I had no idea you were such a-”
“No, it’s not an ego thing.” Nick paused for a moment and then smiled sheepishly. “Okay, it’s is a little bit, but I actually didn’t know guys could do that. I mean, I’ve gone a few rounds a night before, but I’ve never heard of a guy havin’ ‘em like a woman…no offense, babe.”
“None taken,” Greg assured the Texan with a smile. “And you’ve never heard of it because you’ve never hug around any gay men. You can have a completely different type of orgasm when you’re on the bottom…I can’t describe it, but you aren’t limited to one. Although this is actually only the third time it’s happened to me. A friend of mine in college claimed he averaged between two and six each time with his boyfriend.”
Putting that information aside -and inadvertently setting a new goal for the future- Nick asked, “Is that why nothing came out?” He grinned when Greg nodded, “Good. I was worried I’d done something wrong for a second.”
“Oh, no; I don’t think you’re ever going to have to worry about that.” Greg smiled adoringly and kissed his boyfriend. After a long moment of kissing, the two parted for breath. “We still have a few hours before we have to worry about work. Do you want breakfast?”
Nick nodded. “After we shower.” He ran a hand through Greg’s hair, briefly wondering if Greg knew he didn’t need either of the products in his medicine cabinet to make it look artfully mussed. Then he stroked the youth’s cheek. “Then, I’m callin’ Cisco.”
Greg froze, his smile faded, and he just stared at Nick for a moment. “Are you sure?”
Nick nodded and stroked Greg’s arm. “He shouldn’t to be the last to know about this…and I want him to know about you.” The brawny man looked down, his eyes moving over Greg’s body without any destination in mind. “He always understood the way I’d go through women, but he always wanted me to find someone I might be able to settle down with. Even if you aren’t what he had in mind, he deserves to know.”
The blonde raised a hand to cup Nick’s chin and gently raised it until the Texan looked at him. Greg smiled and kissed the older man. “I wish I could promise it would be fine, kjære, but I can say that I don’t think it will be as bad as you seemed to be worried about. He might need some time, but he loves you, Nick. He respects you too, and no one could ever be ashamed of you.”
Greg’s arms snaked around Nick’s waist as the Texan smiled. “Thanks, G. You’re probably right, I just…I can’t help but worry about it. I need to tell him though…today.”
The willowy youth nodded. “Are you going to call him from here or your place? ’Cause you can call from here if you want…I’ll just stay in the study. I wanted to read a new article on DNA replication anyway. I think I can make the author’s idea work. Anyway, I always listen to music when I study anyway, so you’ll have privacy and I’ll be here if you need any support or anything…?”
“I’ll take you up on that, babe. Thanks.” Nick kissed the younger man again and then smiled. “Now let’s take that shower and get some breakfast.”
The shower was much the same as the one from the previous night, with plenty of exploration, and an additional shared hand job. Without trying, they managed to work out the dynamics of sharing a bathroom to get ready; Greg dressed and made his bed while Nick shaved and brushed his teeth, then the Texan dressed while the chemist styled his hair and completed his surprisingly thorough teeth cleaning process. Nick marveled at the fact that the morning could feel so comfortable and established, but new and exciting at the same time.
They talked about some new technology that had Greg excited as Nick cooked sausages and the blonde made pancakes. Then, it was Nick’s turn to show some excitement as the conversation switched to cars, and Greg learned that Nick’s brother, RJ, used to drag race. After breakfast, Greg showed Nick how his dishwasher worked and then headed to his small, door-less study.
Nick sat on the sofa and pulled out his cell phone. He quickly checked to make sure it was his, then smiled and glanced into the study. Greg wore headphones and took notes as he browsed some sort of chemistry journal.
The Texan took a deep breath and dialed his parents’ phone number. On the third ring, his mother answered. “Hey mom; is dad there?”
There was a short pause before Jillian answered. “Is this about what I think it’s about, Nick?”
Nick rolled his eyes, “Yes, mom. I‘m gonna tell him now…assumin’ he‘s home.”
“He is; just hold on a moment.” Nick waited as he heard his mother set the phone down and step away. She returned a moment later. “He’s going to take it in his den. Remember, Nick, we love you and it’ll be fine. He might just need some time and there’s no guarantee he won’t put his foot in his mouth n the meantime.”
“I already got a pep talk from Greg, mom…and I can take care of myself. I’m the big, strong, manly type, remember?” He couldn’t help but add the last part with a smile.
Nick could hear an answering smile in his mother‘s voice as she replied. “Of course; how could I forget, dear? Oh, and tell Greg I said ‘hello’.”
“I will, Mom. You know he-”
Nick stopped speaking when the line clicked. Shortly after, Judge Stokes‘ voice spoke into the line. “Hey, Poncho?”
Nick felt a knot forming in his stomach and he was suddenly glad for both Greg and Jillian’s words of encouragement. “Hey, Cisco; I’m here.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Nick,” his mother spoke calmly as usual. “I have a hearing to prepare for. I love you. Bye.”
“Bye, mom; I love you.” Nick heard his mother hang up her phone and then took a deep breath. “So how are you, dad?”
“Oh, fine; mostly the same old crap. Though Jennie’s upcoming wedding is creating quite a stir with the girls. Have you requested the date off yet? I know they give you a hard time about days ff there, but you’d better be attendin’…it isn’t fair to make your brothers and me put up with all these Stokes women by ourselves.”
Nick chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there. I put in my vacation request the day Jennie called me with the date.”
“Good. Speaking of dates, I’ve been hearing some chatter about you.” There was definitely a knot in Nick’s stomach now, despite the pleasant tone of his father’s voice. “Are you bringing a date to the wedding? You know, we haven’t seen you bring a girl to a family function since high school.”
“Uh, that’s sort of why I’m callin’, Cisco.” Nick scratched a loose thread on one of Greg’s throw pillows. “There isn’t a girl.”
“Oh well, you know how your sisters get,” Roger replied offhandedly, clearly writing off the chatter as girl talk. “They probably heard about someone you’re seein’ casually and just blew it out of proportion. You’ll find someone soon enough. No harm in waitin’ for the right one.”
“Actually, that’s not all there is to it, dad.” Nick took a deep breath when the line fell silent. He always called his father Cisco in private; Roger would know that being called ‘dad’ meant Nick was nervous. “I’m sure they’ve been talkin’ about me, but it isn’t because of a girl.”
“Cut to the chase, son.” Roger’s voice was firm but not unkind. It was just his way and Nick knew it wasn‘t an indication of how he would react…it didn‘t make telling him any easier though. “What’s the matter? Are you in trouble?”
“I’m not in trouble, nothing’s wrong. I called Will earlier this week and he talked to everyone else; hell, I’ve heard from everyone but Beth now…”
“Everyone but Beth...?” Nick could hear his father thinking. They all knew Beth was a conservative one, so everyone being fine with the issue but her meant something. “You didn’t knock some girl up did you?”
“I told you, there isn’t a girl.” Nick groaned lightly and rubbed the back of his neck. He took another glance into the study. Greg was frowning and flipping through a dictionary. Nick smiled at the cute sight, despite himself.
The brawny man decided it was best to just get it over with and face the consequences. “I’m bi dad.”
“Bipolar?” The judge sounded confused. “That doesn’t make any sense. You never-”
“No, dad, I’m not bipolar, I’m bisexual.” There was silence until Nick elaborated, “I like men as well as women.”
“I know what it means, Poncho; just give me a minute.” Roger’s voice sounded strained, as though he were fighting a headache. The next several minutes passed in uncomfortable silence. Nick eventually stood and headed into the study.
Greg looked up when he felt Nick’s hand on his shoulder, but the Texan motioned for him to leave his headphones in place when he moved to take them off. Nick could hear the younger man’s music faintly and knew there was no way Greg could hear him. He wanted it that way; his father deserved to have this conversation between them for now, but Nick needed Greg to get through it.
No doubt, both Stokes men would be looking to their significant others for some support and advice after this call.
The muddle-haired youth rubbed Nick’s thigh lovingly and offered him an encouraging, albeit nervous smile. The brawny man returned the smile with an uncertain one of his own and gave Greg’s shoulder a squeeze. Nick took another deep breath, taking in the scent of Greg, his shampoo, and that sandalwood scent he still had not identified the source of yet.
Finally, Nick heard his father sigh into the phone. “How long, Poncho?”
Greg must have noticed Nick’s attention shift, because he returned to his work silently, giving the older man his privacy.
“I don’t know how to answer that, Cisco. Maybe always. I thought -I hoped- it was some kid of phase or lapse in high school, then I thought I could suppress it in college, and since then I’ve ignored it, but I can’t anymore. It’s just- It’s too hard and I…” Nick traced Greg‘s profile with his gaze. “I met someone.”
Another, significantly shorter silence followed. “A man?”
Nick watched as Greg sketched out a DNA replication theory he couldn‘t even begin to understand. The youth‘s free hand was still on the Texan‘s thigh, offering silent support and affection. “Yes.”
“And you’re…” Nick‘s father seemed to have a hard time finding the right word; either that, or he was just having a difficult time saying the words aloud. “Involved with this man…?”
“Yes,” Nick stroked Greg‘s neck with his thumb and swallowed his apprehension. He wanted to make it clear that this was more serious than a few dates or some flirting. “It’s only been official a few days now, but we’ve known each other for years. He came out here a couple years after I did and we‘ve been friends since. He’s a chemist at the lab.”
Another long pause followed before Nick heard a response. “So, this is serious? You really…feel somethin’ for this man?”
“Yes; somethin’ stronger than I’ve ever felt for any of the women I’ve dated.” Nick licked his lips and removed his hand from Greg’s shoulder, turning away slightly as he replied but not actually moving away from the blonde. “I’m…scared to put a name to it, since it’s only been a few days since he finally agreed to give me a shot, but it serious.”
Roger took a deep breath and held it for a second before letting it out. “Neither of you are taking this lightly then. That’s…” He cleared his throat, “That’s good.” He sighed and his voice was much stronger when he spoke again.
“I’m sorry, son. This is just going to take some time to reckon with. Tell you what; give me a few days. Unless you decide to put a name to whatever you feel for this guy. You do that…you call me. Okay, Poncho?”
Nick swallowed, glanced at Greg, and nodded. Then realized that his father could not see him, “Okay, Cisco. Uh, are you…? Are we going to be alright?”
“You’re my son, Nick.” His father answered resolutely. “It doesn’t matter how I feel about this once I wrap my head around it. It won’t change that; nothing can change that. We‘ll just…have to muddle through somehow.”
Nick felt his eyes water as he took a deep, relieved breath. He closed his eyes and took a moment to compose himself before replying. “Thanks, Cisco.”
“Look, Poncho;” Roger sounded tired. Nick wondered if it had been a long day or if the conversation was just taking a lot out of him. “I don’t know what to make of all this, but I respect how difficult it must have been to call and tell me yourself. No doubt your mother and Julian offered to tell me for you, but you decided to man up; I’m proud of that much.”
Nick was not sure what t make of that last part, but he understood the overall message -he hoped. It was a relief to know his father was not ashamed or repulsed by all this. He just hoped the man could come to understand or at least accept it without reluctance in the future. “That means a lot to me. Thanks.”
His father sighed again. “What, uh, what’s this young man’s name?”
“Greg Sanders; Like I said, he’s a chemist at the lab. He’s younger than me,” Nick smiled slightly, “But about a hundred times smarter. He’s a good guy, dad. I think you’d like him…“ His smile faltered, “If you ever meet him.”
“Well let’s just take this one step at a time for now, alright?” Roger took a deep breath. “It’s getting’ late for us day job types, Poncho. I’m going to let you go get ready for work and get some sleep myself. I’ll call you later…remember what I said about callin’ me.”
“I will, Cisco. Get some sleep.” Nick rubbed the back of his neck again. “I guess I’ll talk to you later then?”
This time, his father was quick to respond. “You will, Poncho. Just give the old man some time. This isn’t a simple matter for me.”
“It isn’t simple for me either,” Nick replied. “Good night, dad.”
“Good night, son.”
Nick hung of his phone, dropped it on Greg’s desk, and grabbed the slender youth. As soon as Greg felt himself being pulled from his chair, he knocked his headphones off and moved with the arms that were maneuvering him, until he and Nick were locked in a tight embrace. The blonde kissed Nick’s cheek, then his neck, and finally his shoulder before resting his head on Nick’s shoulder and just holding on tightly. If Nick squeezed him too hard, he did not voice any complaint.
Neither spoke until Nick loosened his grip on the willowy youth. Then, Greg gently enquired, “Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” Nick pulled away but did not move far. Neither did Greg. “You were right, mom was right; it was just difficult to say it all. He’s takin’ it well though. Says he needs some time to figure out how he feels about it all, but he also said he was proud of me for tellin’ him myself and asked about you.”
Nick smiled slightly and ignored the moisture in his eyes as he added, “He said that I’m his son no matter what and we’ll work it out.”
Greg smiled, much more brightly than the Texan did. “That’s great, Nick. He’ll be okay with it once he’s had time to think…I know it.” He caressed Nick’s cheek. “No one can resist you for long.”
The brawny man stared into Greg’s eyes before pulling him close again. “Thanks, Greg…for everything. I wouldn’t have had the nerve to do all this without you and I had to do it. I-” Nick took a deep breath, “Thank you, baby.”
Greg returned the embrace as willingly as he had the last one. “You don’t have to thank me, Nick. Jeg vil være sammen med deg.”
The blonde kissed Nick’s neck again and murmured, “Jeg elsker deg,” before pulling away slightly and smiling. “So is there anything else you need to do before work?”
Nick smiled, “Not a thing.” With that, he pulled his lover into a kiss.
As far as Nick was concerned, the day was off to a great start.
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