Title: Sunday Morning
By: weirdbagel
Rating: R, borderline NC-17?
Pairing: Nick/David, mentions and established David/Greg
Warnings: Infidelity, sex
Disclaimer: Do we really gotta go over this?
Summary: I wrote it out after listening to No Doubt all day (hence the title). It's a continuation of my kitten-fics only slightly darker and waaaaay longer.

David was feeding the cats when he heard a knocking at the door. He set the bowls down on the floor, two at one end of the kitchen for Minerva and Apollo, one on the other end for Diana, the drama queen who refused to eat with the others. The grey tabby kitten looked up at him with that "You expect me to eat this?" look.

"You aren't getting anything else you little monster." David scoffed and turned to answer the door, only to find a very... concerned-looking Nick Stokes standing in his livingroom. Startled, David stayed behind the relative safety of his dining table, trying to think of a good reason for why the CSI would be at his apartment and an even better reason for why he felt he had to hide from the other man.

"You really oughta lock your doors, Hodges." Nick said, taking a step towards the sofa that was pushed up against the wall across from the door.

"I- Well Greg, uh... Why are you here?" David inquired, brow furrowing and grip tightening just slightly on the cloth-padded dining chair in front of him.

"I need to talk to you." Nick said in that sweetly concerned way that made David feel sick to his stomach. It was the same tone he'd heard when doctors had bad news, and when it came to David most news was bad news when it came from a doctor. Or in this case Nick.

"Can't it wait?" David pleaded, moving slowly out from behind the table and chairs.

"If it could I wouldn't have come here." Still that same tone. Nick sunk down onto the couch.

Great, so it was house-call important. Breaking-and-entering important. Well, not so much breaking as entering. He knew he should have locked the doors, but Greg refused to get a second key made and David tired of getting up to unlock the door at whatever ungodly hour his boyfriend made it home.

"Okay, so..." David sat at the end of the sofa, next to Nick who'd chosen the middle. "Spill it then."

"You aren't going to like this, man." Nick warned.

Oh big shock there, David thought. "Just tell me... the suspense is killing me." Sarcasm, natures best defense against bad news.

"It's about Greg..."

"What?" David felt his heart leap into his throat. "What ab- Is he okay?!"

"He's fine." Nick reassured him in a not-so-reassuring way. "I mean, he's not hurt or anything."

"But?" David waited. There was always a "but" to these things. Good news first. Then bad. It was like a universal law, right up there with gravity and missing socks.

"David..." Oh no, this was 'unprofessional-use-of-the-first-name' important. "I know Greg's cheating on you with-"

"Do you want something to drink?" David cut him off, standing up and retreating to his kitchen again. He wasn't ignoring Nick. He'd had that small private knowledge for a while now. What did Greg think he was, stupid? No, he knew, he'd just thought he'd done enough of a job to hide it from everyone else, even going as far as openly kissing Greg in the breakroom a few days ago. He'd do anything to at least know someone still believed in them. Nick had somehow seen beyond that, and David silently hated himself for ever thinking of trying to outwit the CSI's.

"David-"

"I know. I know he's been cheating, you think I'm stupid?" David bit, wishing he'd been able to say it to Greg.

"No..." Nick took the bottle of beer David offered him, looking at him aporeticly as he walked by and opened the sliding glass door that led out onto a very small ground-floor porch. "Don't you wanna know who?"

"I don't care." David shook his head as Nick followed him. Maybe that wasn't true. He did want to know. He'd been trying to find out for days now. Watching Greg at work and things. It was a fruitless effort because Greg was notorious for flirting with anyone with a pulse, even before they got together. David knew that was one of the things he'd have to accept about Greg, but that was under the condition that he wouldn't act on his own lust.

David looked up at the overcast sky. It was morning to the rest of the world, but to them it was 10 o'clock at night, time for the news and bedtime routine, which lately had been falling asleep on the couch with a couple of beer bottles pushed onto the coffee table, just barely out of the way of the TV screen. He couldn't bring himself to sleep in the bed alone, which had gained a nonchalant laugh from Greg and nothing else.

"Hey... for what it's worth, I'm sorry." Nick finally broke the silence.

"You don't have to apologize for him." David gulpped from his bottle.

"But-"

"Just stop okay?" David interrupted, feeling a hot, angry swell tightening inside his chest.

Nick nodded and went back to drinking from his own beer. David watched him. This guy went out of his way to tell him what was going on. He'd always felt that loyalties within the CSI's lied in themselves but apparently he was wrong. There was something admirable in that, though many people might have disagreed.

David considered it silently a second, then set his bottle down on the wooden framwork of the tall fencing around the porch. He traced his fingers over the wood a bit, then turned to Nick, who'd taken an intrest in an abandonned birds nest in the corner of the half-ceiling that served as a balcony for the upstairs neighbors. His approach was silent and Nick seemed so startled by it that he dropped his beer bottle as David pushed up against him and brought a kiss to his lips.

David had managed to push Nick up against the sliding, glass door before the other man grabbed him by the arms and pulled him away. "David..."

"Nick... Don't treat me like a kid..." David growled. "I know what I'm doing..."

"But-"

"But nothing..." David moved against him again, knee pressing between the Texan's legs. David smiled slightly as Nick grew suddenly speechless. "He can go cheat on me all he wants but as the scorned lover I'm expected to remain faithful? Fuck that... I am not a fucking doormat, Nick..."

It was drizzling now and though the overhang protected them from the rain, the air had began to chill considerably. David pulled away reluctantly and let Nick slip away so he could open the door. Once inside, Nick tried to escape to the front door, but David quickly grabbed him by the hand.

"Don't. Please don't go." David felt foolish for begging but he honestly didn't want to be alone. He'd been alone for so long now.

Nick didn't say anything for a moment then moved his freehand towards the doorhandle again.

"Please..." David pleaded again, feeling a warm stinging in his eyes.

Nick didn't stop, but after only two soft "clicks", his hand fell away from the handle and he turned to face David. "I was just locking the door."

The next moments were a blur to David. He felt Nick tug him close, their mouths meeting, hot and hungry. He remembered being breathless as he was lifted and pressed against the wall, his legs wrapping roughly about Nicks waist, his constrained erection throbbing in his pants and rubbing up against Nick's suddenly shirtless abdomen. He remembered biting and sucking at Nick's soft, warm neck as he was carried into the bedroom. What he didn't remember was if he'd lost his clothes before or after he was thrown back against he bed. Right now he didn't care, because Nick was down between his legs doing things he was unaware a mouth could do.

"Holy..." David panted, arching his spine and head rolling back against the pillow, hands pulling roughly at Nick's short hair.

"Ow." Nick breathed out harshly, grinning against David's thigh.

"Sorry..." David mummbled, pulling Nick up for a long kiss. While his tongue worked at devouring Nick's, his hand reached over into the side table and retrieved a half-used bottle of lube. "Here." David pressed the bottle against Nick's chest.

Nick pulled back and stared at the bottle in his hand, then glanced down at David. "No condoms?"

"I'm feeling reckless." David sat up, attacking Nick's neck with some encouraging kisses.

"And sloppy." Nick stated, but didn't argue as he pushed David back down onto the bed.

Truth was, David hated using condoms when he was the top, and with Greg he was always on top. Greg had this thing about a boy/girl relationship and David was rarely bottom. But with Nick, it seemed so natural to let the other take over. After all, he seemed to be so very talented at pleasing the one beneath him.

David gasped loudly as Nicks strong fingers pushed inside him. Christ, he felt like a virgin again, which was somehow more hot than it was embarassing.

"You're loud."

"Shut up."

And Nick did just that, pulling away from David for just a few agonizing seconds as he rubbed some lube on his own twitching cock.

Somewhere within all of this David had expected to feel guilty or at least sad that he was cheating and using Nick for revenge-sex. But instead he found, much to his horror, that he was enjoying himself far too much. There was just something in Nick's warm touch and mind-blowing kiss that helped him forget whatever pain all of this had stemmed from. Eventually though, a sharp pang hit his heart, though the reasons were far from what he'd thought. Because inside, David wished that it'd had been Nick he'd fallen in love with.

"Am I hurting you?" Nicks voice panted softly in his ear.

He hadn't noticed that somehow within all this he'd began to cry. "No..." David whispered back.

"Maybe we should stop." Nick reasoned. David smiled softly. Even after they'd gone so far Nick was still as concerned for him as the moment he'd walked in.

"Nicky..." He cooed, gently holding Nick by the shoulders. "You have no idea how much I need this..." He brushed his lips against Nick's. "So don't stop."

That was all Nick needed and soon the two were rocking against each other with enough force that the upstairs neighbors began to yell at them from above to knock it off. That was probably the first time in his life that David was laughing as he came.

They lied in the bed if only to catch thier breath. At least that's what David told himself. It would hurt too much to acknowledge that Nick's arms felt so right around him and how perfect thier bodies fit together.

"You should go..." David whispered and tried to hide the look of disappointment when he felt Nick nod in agreement.

"He'll be coming home soon." Nick said as he slid away and gathered up his things.

Somehow David doubted that. Still, he crawled out of the bed, ignoring the soreness, and offered Nick a small square box of tissues so he could clean up just a little bit. "I'm gonna take a shower... Leave the door unlocked, okay?"

Nick nodded quietly and took the tissues as David passed. The air was suprisingly heavy after that statement. David hated it, so he turned back to say something else. "Will you..."

"Hmm?" Nick fumbled around a bit, then pulled his jeans on over his underwear.

"Will you come back?" That wasn't what he meant to say. Actually, he really didn't have anything to say in mind, but that certainly wasn't what he wanted to come out.

Nick stared at him for what felt like forever; David's face blushed brighter with each passing second. What was he thinking?! Of course Nick would say no. Had he seriously lost his mind?!

"Yeah." Nick's voice startled him. "If you really want me to..."

David was shocked. Speechless. The words hung there, waiting for an answer, but David couldn't speak. So instead he crossed the room and into Nick's arms, wrapping his own around his neck and kissing him deeply. Nick couldn't stay there for long, he knew this, but he was going to savor this final moment. When they pulled apart each was panting again, both reluctant to let the other go.

"I'll call you..." David said finally, gently kissing Nick again.

"Promise?"

"I promise..."