Title: Sweet
By: kennedy
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a short piece of breakfast fluff.

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As he brewed a pot of coffee and scanned the stories in the morning paper, Greg could hear Nick whistling loudly in the shower.

Greg smiled to himself.

When had they become so domesticated? It didn't seem like it had taken that long, and yet Greg couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when things had gone to the next level. All he knew was that they were both happy, even if everybody at work didn't know. They may have their suspicions, especially Sara, but at this point of time they were all still playing along with the 'two single guys sharing rent' game.

When Nick sauntered in and grabbed a coffee, he leaned down and mussed Greg's hair. Greg leaned against him happily, drinking in the smell of soap, shampoo and cologne. "Lay off the hair."

"Nope." Nick mussed it some more. "Now you'll have to spend another hour fixing it up."

"I don't take that long."

"If you say so."

"Keep it up, Nicky. At least I've never had a porn moustache."

Nick stuck some bread in the toaster, grinning. "And we promised we would never speak of that again."

"No, you promised. I just humored you."

"Deep down, I think you liked it a little."

"Just keep telling yourself that. It was awful."

"I'm thinking of growing it again." Nick teased.

"Then we're headed for divorce court. I'm not going to stay with the guy who looks like the creepy uncle you avoid at the family reunion."

"Well, there's a good reason why marriage is illegal for people like us."

Greg closed the paper. "Oh yeah." he muttered. "Idiot."

Nick's tone dropped from joviality to seriousness. "Anyway, we're married in my heart."

Greg turned to face him, feeling his breath catch in his throat. "Aww, that's sweet." Although he sounded flippant, there was a depth behind it that Nick recognised because he knew him so well.

Nick noticed there was a slight smear of blueberry jam next to Greg's upper lip. "I can be sweet when I want to be." He leaned down and kissed the residue off. "And so can you."

He went to move away, but Greg grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him back to him. Their chests collided, and Greg's mouth was hungrily upon his again.

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