Title: The Collection
Author: Maribou
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Greg knows you don't throw away porn.

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When Greg moved in, he brought his porn with him.

"Jesus," Nick said as he rubbed the back of his neck and wrinkled his brow. "Please tell me this is the last of it." He counted seven boxes in all, and they took up most of the hallway.

Greg just grinned at him as he shouldered past, box in arms, and made his way towards the bedroom.

"Little help?" he called behind him. Nick sighed and picked the lightest-looking one he could find. When he got to the bedroom Greg already had his box open and was leafing through the glossy magazines on the top. From where Nick stood he could see ass-cheeks and slick, glistening skin. It looked interesting. He surrendered to his growing curiosity and ripped the tape from the second box, revealing a cache of videos. He picked up the first one he saw. Jack Off Jill! the cover screamed in garish yellow lettering.

"The hell?" he shrieked and dropped it like a Hot Pocket. A blonde with pouting lips and evil looking eyes stared up at him, her naked body and globe-like breasts taunting him.

Greg just laughed.

"You could have warned me," Nick said sheepishly. "Seriously, I don't want to see that stuff. That is not staying in our bedroom."

"Gotcha," Greg nodded and tried to look solemn. "No gazongas in the bedroom."

"It's not funny," Nick frowned. "You know how I feel about...bosoms."

"Oh, Nicky," Greg cackled. "Bosoms?" Nick blushed to the tips of his ears.

"All right..." he warned. Greg was getting that mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I know bosoms scare you, baby. Are cans okay? How about-"

"Greg!"

"Ta-tas? Maracas? Boobies?" Greg asked with glee, moving in to bat playfully at Nick's chest.

"You," Nick growled and pulled Greg against him in a punishing hug. "Hush," he said, his voice wide and warm with laughter. Greg pulled back and leaned up to kiss him, just a light peck that flamed up into a long, slow arc of heat.

"Don't I take care of you?" Nick whispered low, pausing to swipe his tongue along the curve of Greg's ear.

"Hmm?" Greg shivered and bit at him through his t-shirt. "Oh, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"You don't throw away porn," Greg looked scandalized. "You just don't," he added, seeing Nick's skeptical expression. "Not even straight porn."

"Greg, it's not like you can even watch these. They're VHS."

"I have some on DVD, too. Want to see?" he pulled Nick towards the door.

"No!"

"It's all titty-free," he explained. "I promise. You'll like it. I guarantee 100% cock!"

Nick looked unconvinced.

"You'll like it," Greg repeated. "You and me? The living room sofa? Beer?" he made a jerking-off motion with his hand and gave Nick a knowing grin. "I know you like to see that."

"Yeah," Nick said, his mouth suddenly dry at the thought of Greg with his pants down, biting his lip and squirming on his couch as he came. Their couch, now. "Yeah, all right."

"I'll even let you pick the movie," Greg promised as he led him back down the hall to the remaining tower of boxes.

"That's love," Nick drawled.

"You know it," Greg turned and laced his arms around Nick's waist.

"Sure do," Nick kissed him again, wet and dirty this time. "Come on, let's go christen the couch."

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