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A Bear, A Boy and A Big Bad Wolf	By : BlueHarlequin Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 3419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Bear, a Boy and a Big Bad Wolf
Disclaimer: Nothing of Grimm belongs to me; No copyright infringement intended. This is not for profit.
Warnings: graphic sex between men. Don't like, don't read please. May contain spoilers; story falls after 1.16. One sided Rosalee/Monroe, going to write it off as “friendship” cause a river called denial runs through my living room. Parings are Barry x Nick then Monroe x Nick
Summary: Nick has a drunken one night stand with Barry after the pain of Juliette leaving him and his unrequited love for Monroe, among other things, becomes too much for him to handle. Monroe stumbles upon them and realizes that the possessive feelings he is having might be something more.

Chapter 4 – Friend is A Four Letter Word
Monroe was in the kitchen staring at the kettle on the stove like it was withholding the secrets of the universe from him. “You know a watched pot never boils.” Monroe’s head jerked up sharply as Nick teased him. The young Grimm waited while the wolf’s eyes took him in. He had dressed in faded blue t-shirt and black sweatpants and was leaning casually against the entryway to the kitchen. The eyes followed him as his shuffled over to the table and carefully sat down.
Now it was Monroe’s turn to be on the receiving end of a relentless stare. Needing something to distract himself, Monroe opened Nick’s fridge hoping for the ingredients to make a suitable breakfast. No wonder the detective was always eating over his house. The inside of the icebox was bereft of anything edible besides a carton of milk, a loaf of bread and some random condiments. Upon further inspection, the milk was past its expiration and the bread was mouldy. Huffing slightly, he closed the door as the whistle on the kettle signalled the water was ready. He picked it up and poured the contents into the two mugs sitting on the table.
Nick watched as Monroe inspected the contents of his fridge hearing a “really?” and then smirked as he watched the tea being made and Monroe’s grumble of “cheap tea in bags.” When Monroe finally sat down across from him, Nick realized he was at a loss for what to say. However, Monroe apparently had a bunch of things he needed to get off his chest. “You know I was really worried about you before I came over. I mean, like usually when you don’t, you’re in trouble so I figured this time was the same. Dude! I kind of got flustered, you know? Smelling Jägerbar and other things ...” Monroe paused, looking at Nick, “then afterward, I could see quite a bit of you and I really couldn’t help but look. I mean it was running through my head and I kinda shocked cause some of the thoughts were rather erotic and I hadn’t thought about you that way. You’re my friend and everything.” At this point Monroe was now looking at everything beside Nick.
Nick grimaced, of all the things that had tumbled out of Monroe’s mouth; friend was not one of the words he was thrilled to hear. He was also a little disappointed to discover that Monroe had never thought about him in that way. However, it wasn’t surprising. They had, as Juliette put it, “an epic bromance” to which she had actually shown a bit of jealousy at. And after he had missed their anniversary dinner to rescue Monroe at the Lowen Games it had occurred to him he really cared about the Blutbad in more than just a friendly way. One of the things that had particularly made him feel guilty after Juliette left was that he had virtually cheated on her, not physically but emotionally. Unknowingly, he had probably already been in love at that point. Nick looked up to find Monroe regarding him speculatively. He took a deep breath hoping that he wasn’t totally going to ruin everything. “Do you think you might be able to think of me that way?”
Monroe’s eyes grew wide in shock, but he stopped to think about it for a moment, Nick liked him like that. He couldn’t remember if or when anyone had confessed as obtusely to having a thing for him. Angelina had made her intentions well known and Rosalee’s flirting was sweet but too timid for Monroe’s taste. He then remembered the young Jägerbar’s comment, “mating rights,” and his mind stuttered, oh, Oh! He couldn’t believe it took some upstart youngling to point out something that should have been apparent. Monroe was normally an observant guy and this had gone completely over his head. All the pieces were falling in place, the staring, the preoccupied looks, the avoidance, the irresponsible behaviour. It’s not like he had low self esteem, if anything, he didn’t pay enough attention to others. He hadn’t noticed someone wanting him because it was just so unexpected and unusual. Nick was a Grimm! He was sure that Blutbaden were not anywhere on the list of acceptable relationships they could have. On some days he was constantly amazed that his head was still on his shoulders.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts he looked up. The detective’s face was closed off, his grey eyes flat, and Monroe was stunned to see a bit of fear in them. It struck him, the same young man had wilfully climbed into a cage fight for him, had took out a couple of reapers but he was afraid of whatever Monroe had to say next. Nick was young and vibrant and now that he was thinking about it, extremely attractive. He was open and honest and Monroe had to admit that he really did enjoy spending time with him. And he could tolerate the three in the morning wake up calls or the maddening interruptions to his routine. For all his pushing away, stubbornness and grumbling he wanted a connection to Nick. At first that relationship had been merely creature informant and Grimm, then it had grown into a steadfast friendship and now it could possibly be something else. In his head, Monroe acknowledged the progression and didn’t mind where it was leading. However, he was very intrigued to learn when Nick had come to the conclusion that he liked Monroe that way. "Nick, you know me I'm not real good with this type of stuff. I'm flattered to say the least. I don’t know what to say other than I’m more than willing to try."
The relief on Nick’s face was palatable and Monroe could see all the tension drain out of his body. Leaning forward Nick quietly asked him, “Can I kiss you?” Nervously he nodded and watched as Nick pulled himself out of his chair to stand next to him. The young Grimm placed his hands on Monroe’s shoulders and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Monroe smiled and before Nick could pull away he dragged him gently into his lap and placed his hand behind the young man’s head. The answering kiss was just as sweet, Monroe’s tongue lapping at Nick’s lips until they opened. Cold chamomile tea mixed with mint toothpaste as they slowly explored each other. Nick broke away in a breathy laugh for a moment before his head came back down to rest on Monroe’s chest. “This is okay, isn’t it?”
“Yes, this is perfect.”

Monroe spent the rest of Saturday at Nick’s house hanging out. He also went out and did a bit of shopping while Nick lounged on the couch reading through current case files. In the evening they had dinner and watched a couple of movies. There was an underlying current of nervousness as they sat on the couch together. It wasn’t the uneasiness associated with being uncomfortable, but more like the awkwardness of two socially inept teenagers. Nick wasn’t sure how far Monroe would let him go but he was sure going take as far as he could. Setting his beer on the table he rested his hand on Monroe’s thigh. His heart almost stopped when Monroe shifted closer to him and put his arm across his shoulders. The stress of the day had sapped his strength and he relaxed into the warm embrace. The next thing Monroe knew, Nick had fallen asleep, his head cradled against his shoulder. Instead of spending the night on the couch, he gathered Nick up and took him upstairs.
Not wanting to leave while Nick was asleep, Monroe went back down to the guest bedroom. The lingering smell of sex assaulted his senses and Monroe couldn’t restrain himself. Something bubbled up inside him, deep down from where he buried the urges and bloodlust. He ripped the bed sheets off, tearing them to shreds. The mattress suffered the same fate and the pillows ended up in tiny pieces all over the floor. He wanted to destroy the room, erase all the evidence and make it like nothing had happened. He sat down on the floor and surveyed the damage. He was going to have to buy Nick a new guest bed.

The next few weeks went by in a normal strange way. Normal in the fact that Nick still came to see him at all ungodly hours, and to Monroe’s relief he stayed over when it was too late; more normal still in that they chased rogue Wesen around. The strangeness came in the form of Nick’s behaviour. Monroe found it odd that he never mentioned the demolished guest room and even stranger still was the pacing of their relationship. One moment he would be flirty, kissing and touching Monroe when he walked in the door, then the next moment he would tense up cuddling on the couch. They had yet to get past second base. At first, Monroe wrote it off as Nick being afraid of going too fast with him, but then Friday happened.
Monroe was pleasantly surprised when Nick showed up at his house early with good beer and bad movies in hand. Normally paperwork had him always running late, and since Monroe hadn’t even started cooking they ended up having Chinese delivered. After dinner, they sat on the couch enjoying a couple of beers and not really paying attention to what was on the screen as they talked. Nick had taken to quizzing Monroe about his time at college. “So all the while you were there and you never dated anyone?”
“Well I was trying to keep to myself. It’s hard to maintain my type of lifestyle when you are surrounded by so many people. It also didn’t help that one of the school colours is red. Social events would have been a nightmare for me. I fooled around and experimented some but no one ever really caught my eye.”
Nick was silent for a moment as he digested Monroe’s last sentence. It occurred to him that he also wanted to ask how Monroe had met Angelina, but that was sort of a sore subject for both of them. Instead he teased, “You mean you avoided who you could and scared anyone else away with your grumbling.”
“Yes, I am very good at that, but it apparently doesn’t work on you,” Monroe groused.
“That’s just cause I’m tenacious.”
“Don’t you mean stubborn?”
The good-humoured banter between them was slowly translating itself into playful touches. During the conversation they had turned to face each other and Nick’s hand had come to rest on Monroe’s thigh. At the same time Monroe placed his hand on Nick’s side and slowly slid it down to rest on the swell of his hip. Nick smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye, and the next thing Monroe knew was his shirt was being pulled off. The detective’s hand travelled up, smoothing over his chest and coming to rest on his shoulder. Nick leaned forward, and ghosted a kiss over his jaw. Monroe tugged the young man into his lap and unceremoniously rid him of his shirt as well. His breath hitched when the wolf ran his tongue over the curve of his neck. However, his reaction was nothing compared to Monroe’s when his fingers came down to work open the buckle to the older man’s pants.
Monroe nearly howled when Nick’s cool hand touched him. He briefly wondered if they were going too fast but that idea was quickly squashed by the thought that he was quite pleased they were doing this. He grudgingly admitted that his “willing to try” had rapidly progressed to “wanting to do.” Monroe’s hand slid further down and gently squeezed Nick’s ass while his other one came up to cradle the young man’s head as he pulled him in for kiss. Nick hummed happily as Monroe’s tongue dipped inside his mouth briefly only to come out again and sweep over his collarbone. Nick’s hand stroking him was driving him mad and he was very close to the edge. He leaned down and laved at the exposed nipple in front of him. His teeth grazed over the taut flesh and he groaned as Nick’s grip on him became almost punishing. Nick’s whimper of pleasure tossed him over the edge and he felt the hand on him slow as his release spilled between them.
As Monroe came down from his high he pulled away from the younger man, examining him closely. “Do you need me to take care ...” he stopped as he realized that Nick was panting heavily and looking everywhere but at him. Monroe looked down; Nick had been so aroused he had already come. Bringing his gaze back up he was shocked to see panic welling up in Nick’s eyes. The next moment was a blur of motion as the detective practically leapt off his lap, mumbling about “bathroom” and “going to bed.”
Dumbfounded, Monroe could only listen as he heard the lock on the guest bedroom door click in place. Standing up, he was only seconds away from ripping the damn door off its hinges and asking “What the Hell?” when he realized Nick hadn’t been afraid of him, Nick had been freaked out at his own reaction. Then it clicked. Monroe dropped back on the couch as the epiphany came to him. Nick had never been in an intimate relationship with another man...

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