Title: Slumber
By: geekwriter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sex and sleep. Not necessarily in that order.

Nick's not even awake but he knows what's going on. He feels something touching his skin, stroking him, sliding his boxers down and he knows it's Greg, knows Greg's home from work and pretty damn worked up from the feel of things.

He opens his eyes and all he can see is the top of Greg's head. He wants to reach up and stroke Greg's hair but he's not awake enough to make his limbs obey his brain. "Hey, you," he whispers, his voice weak and thick with sleep.

Greg kisses his way up Nick's throat, his jaw, his mouth. "Hi. Did I wake you?"

Nick feels Greg's fingers wrap around his cock and he laughs, letting his eyes close. "Hard day at work?" he asks. Or maybe he just thinks he asks it. He's not sure. He slides his tongue over the back of his teeth as if maybe he could taste the words, but he still can't tell.

On the other side of his eyelids, in the awake world, Greg is kissing him over and over again. He feels the trembling of Greg's fingers, feels the desperation seeping through his skin. He'll ask what's wrong later. Right now, though, he'll just stretch and reach out for Greg's hand, find it and squeeze his fingers gently.

He brings Greg's hand to his mouth, kisses his fingers, parts his lips to let Greg's fingers inside. His eyes are still closed but he can feel Greg's body humming. He pulls Greg's fingers away, rolls onto his stomach, pillows his head on his arms and arches his back.

Greg's hand slides down his back, caresses the curve of his ass. Nick can feel the damp of his own spit. "Nick?" Greg asks softly.

"Yes," Nick whispers. He's not sure if he said it out loud so he says it again. "Yes."

"You sure?"

He feels Greg's fingers in his hair. When he opens his eyes, Greg's face is next to his, his deep brown eyes so open. "Want you to," Nick whispers. "Was dreaming about it." It's not a lie.

Greg smiles at him, then, that sweet, smutty smile that sends a spark all the way through him, that makes pleasure pool at the base of his spine. He drifts in the pleasure and the warm haze of sleep as he feels Greg's fingers spread him. He arches up for more, sighs happily as Greg plants small kisses down his spine.

Greg enters him slowly, his cock hot and slick, and Nick groans at the pleasure ache of it. He grinds his hips against the mattress in time to Greg's slow thrusts and in the dark world behind his eyelids there's nothing else-just Greg's body inside his body and the bliss that brings.

He lets the sensation wash through him, doesn't do anything but ride it and let it guide him. He's probably crying out but he's not sure if that's really him or just what he's thinking. He can hear Greg's voice, though, can feel Greg's breath hot against the back of his neck, realizes the damp drops he feels are Greg's tears.

He struggles through his remaining sleepiness and finds Greg's hand, laces their fingers together. Greg squeezes his hand tight, buries his face against the back of Nick's neck, and comes. Nick comes shortly after. The pulse of Greg coming inside him sets him off every time.

Soon Nick turns and pulls Greg into his arms. He's not crying any longer, but he's still shaking. "Hush," Nick murmurs, pulling Greg not only into his arms but into the warm, safe dark of sleep. "Hush, baby. It's all right. It's all right."

"I can't do it," Greg whispers.

Nick doesn't ask what he means. He'll ask later. Now, they're just going to sleep. "Of course you can."

"Promise me."

"I promise." He strokes Greg's hair for a long time.

"I love you so fucking much," Greg whispers.

Nick pulls him closer. "I love you, too." He's so close to sleep that he can't tell if he said it or not, can't taste the words on his tongue. He says it again. "I love you, too."