Title: Physical Apologies
Author: slightly_frayed a.k.a. Fraying
Rating: NC-17. Smut with the tiniest amount of emotional depth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Such a shame...
Summary: So uh...this is essentially make-up sex. Enjoy! XD
Note: This is really quite short, I know. More of a drabble than anything else.

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The door of Nick's apartment slammed angrily against the wall behind it. Greg pushed it violently shut behind him and stormed into the living room.

Nick, obviously startled, looked up from the couch. "Oh Greg, I'm so glad you came ba--"

"Don't talk. I still hate you. But uh...take off your pants." Greg averted his eyes from Nick's at the latter part of his horribly unplanned speech. Nick lifted an eyebrow and looked at him, confused.

"Fuck, Nick. Did you not hear me?" He moved to the other side of the couch and started fumbling with the button of Nick's jeans.

"Well yeah, but--"

"Shut up!" Greg was stripping off his own clothes now. "Stand up." For some reason, Nick listened, and in mere seconds, the both of them were standing in Nick's living room, stark naked and hard.

They'd fought three days ago, and in all honesty, neither of them could remember what had caused the argument in the first place. But it didn't matter now. Greg's whole body was flushed with red, and Nick didn't have time to process what was going on before Greg's tongue was suddenly in his mouth, his hands forcefully exploring Nick's back for the first time in three horrible, frustrating days.

And then Greg's tongue was somehow behind Nick's ear, moving ever-so-slowly down the older man's jawline and over the hot flesh of his neck. Both men were afraid to say anything, choosing instead to remain silent except for the sound of quickening breaths and occasionally a barely audible moan.

But Greg's lips were brushing lightly over the tip of Nick's erection, and the Texan couldn't suppress his reflex to call out Greg's name. He was answered only by wet heat making its way slowly and intentionally down his shaft. Letting his eyes close and his head fall backwards, he let out a low, soft moan.

Greg had other plans. He couldn't let Nick finish in his mouth. He needed to feel himself inside the older man; punish him for whatever it was that he'd done, or forgotten to do. He stood up and looked Nick in the eye, and as if by some passion-induced telepathy, the two of them suddenly made their way to Nick's bedroom in complete silence.

The only sounds that followed were the tearing of foil and the soft 'click' of a bottle opening and closing.

"Nicky," Greg finally said in the tiniest voice while he thrust himself harshly into Nick and arched his back. "I'm sorry. Don't ever make me go this long without fucking you ever again."

And no verbal response. Just a long, low moan followed by involuntary shuddering and the most powerful orgasm Nick could remember. Greg followed immediately afterwards, moaning loudly and pushing himself one last time into Nick.

After a few moments of heavy breathing gradually slowing, Nick looked at Greg.

"We should fight more often."

Fin.