Title: Princes of Las Vegas
By: emmonsail
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: 'I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray'.

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Greg dropped his keys into the bowl on the table and toed off his shoes, kicking them over next to Nick's neatly ordered ones before walking into the living room, yawning hugely and stretching his arms up above his head. It had been a long shift and he was just glad to be home where he could see Nick, if only for a short time.

They both hated that it had to be this way. Ever since the team had split up they hardly had any time together any more, no time to appreciate their new home. Their home. He never got tired of hearing that.

Greg slid off his jacket and threw it over the back of the sofa and tugged off his tie, throwing it down unceremoniously. He wandered around the room, opening blinds to let in the bright morning sunshine, eyeing the boxes pushed to the corner that they hadn't found time to unpack yet and stopping to check on his fish. One of the hardest things to give up when they had moved was his aquarium. He'd had to get rid of most of his fish as well, only able to keep some of the smaller ones that could fit into the considerably smaller fish tank. Nick had been sympathetic, if a little confused, about his attachment to them, but promised they could get an even better one when they were more settled.

In the kitchen, Greg set a pot of coffee on to brew before heading over to the bedroom (their bedroom) to check on Nick, who still had some time before he had to get up for work. But standing in the doorway, careful not to make any noise, he saw that Nick wasn't in bed. From the copious amounts of steam billowing from the bathroom, he was already in the shower.

So fastidiously clean in all other aspects of his life, Nick seemed to give no thought to messing up the bathroom, steaming up then smearing the mirror, leaving clothes and wet towels strewn everywhere and anything else he could get his hands on everywhere else. He hated to be called on it, but Greg knew he was vain, possibly even more so than himself, and took him time to get ready in the mornings.

Greg smirked and pushed open the door silently, but stopped, puzzled. What was that, singing? Was Nick Stokes singing in the shower?

"'Cuz they say two thousand, zero, zero party over,
oops, out of time.
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999"

Greg clapped a hand over his mouth, smothering imminent hysterical laughter at the sight of Nick's silhouette through the shower curtain dancing around to the beat, singing louder now and slightly out of tune, obviously unaware he had an audience.

"I was dreaming when I wrote this,
so sue me if I go to fast.
But life is just a party,
and parties weren't meant to last"

Greg was bent over, snorting through his hand, trying to control himself as Nick tried and failed to hit the higher notes. He was doubled over trying not to make any noise, trying to squeeze the laughter inside without breaking a rib. Putting a hand on the counter, he knocked a bottle off, crashing loudly to the floor. Nick suddenly stopped singing with a gasp and spun around, curtain clutched to himself.

"Greg! How long have you been standing there?" he asked nervously, face bright red, fiddling with the edge of the curtain still held protectively in front of him.

"Prince?" Greg gasped out in a high pitched squeak. "You like Prince?" he rushed out before collapsing helplessly into laughter, tears streaming down his face, gasping for breath

"Only some of his earlier work. What is wrong with that?" He asked in an affronted voice, scowling while Greg continued to howl in the doorway.

"Nothing" he finally gasped, wiping away the tears. "I just never had you down as a Prince fan." On the last words he emitted a loud snort through the hand clamped back over his mouth.

"Well, now you know. So if you don't mind, I'd like to finish my shower without you standing there laughing at me." Nick yanked the curtain closed and stepped back under the shower after giving Greg a witheringly evil glare.

"Come on Nicky, don't be like that. You just surprised me", he shouted over the shower, Nick pretending to ignore Greg. "You know, you looked kinda sexy dancing like that."

Nick turned around and glared at Greg again. "Give it up Greg, don't try and humour me."

"I'm serious! You were so unselfconscious, it was great. I find confidence in a man very attractive", Greg purred at him, grinning seductively. He started to slowly unbutton his shirt, staring at Nick. "So why don't you let me come in there and show you a few moves of my own to make up for me being so insensitive, and then you can tell me more about this singing."

(The song was '1999' by Prince, in case you were wondering.)

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