Title: The King and I
By: amyvand25
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Challenge: #3-Getting To Know You
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know them, never ever will. Oh, and the song in this tale doesn't belong to me, but it does belong to Oscar Hammerstein and Richard Rodgers.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slaves Of Las Vegas and Lady Heather's Box
A/N: Betaed by my chica heatergiggles.

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Greg's POV-

I am in such a great mood today. It's an off night for me; Nick has two nights off in a row unless he gets called in, so we can actually spend the evening and hopefully the night together too. Right now, I'm headed over to his place for breakfast, which was promised to me along with some other X-rated things in a note left in my locker last night after I was already out on a case. Well, it won't really be breakfast since Sara and I got caught up in some last minute evidence; it's almost noon, so it's going to be lunch, but I don't care as long as I'm with Nicky. I unlock the door to Nick's place with the key he gave me the other night, and hear the television blaring some music and singing.

Getting to know you, getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you, putting it my way,
But nicely,
You are precisely,
My cup of tea.

Dropping my backpack on the floor in front of the couch, I look and see that it's some musical that I know but just can't put my finger on. Then it hits me....The King and I. My mother has watched that movie so many times I don't need to check the DVD box. After a minute or so, I hear someone else singing in the house, but it's in a manly voice. Out of the laundry room comes the handsome singer dressed in a black wife beater and black and white striped pj bottoms, following along with the kids and Anna at the top of his voice. He's carrying a full basket of what look like clean clothes, looking through it then setting on the desk by the far wall, not even noticing that I'm standing by the couch. Not sure how he misses me standing here, but the underwear and the words of the song must engross him instead I guess.

Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you, putting it my way,.

I am able to slip into the kitchen while his back is to me, still singing, and then I see something that just makes me giggle.

But nicely,
You are precisely,
My cup of tea...

My best friend and new lover, Mr. Macho from the great manly state of Texas, just mimicked Deborah Kerr in voice, diction and hand movement. I can't help it anymore, and I start to snicker; not because I'm poking fun at him, but that I get to see another side of him that most people will probably never see. Nick must have heard me, because he turns around with this panicked look on his face and then quickly shuts off the television.

"G...what are you doing here....and how long have you been here?" Oh God...he's almost shaking. Is it because of me seeing him do that, or that I'll think less of him because of it? My poor boy.

"You invited me for breakfast or don't you remember? And I let myself in about five minutes ago." He sits down on the chair by his desk, and is breathing heavily; so I walk out of the kitchen and kneel in front of him. "What is it Nicky? You okay?" Looking up at me with those beautiful dark eyes, a small smile is trying to come across his face.

"I just didn’t expect an audience for my karaoke performance. I just feel so..." I rub his leg, then take his hand and kiss the top of it.

"Not so macho?" I chuckle when he does finally smile and nod. Getting up and pulling Nick with me to the couch, I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his shoulder before leaning my head against his. "Well, all I can say is that this is just one of those things that I finally get to know about you, pun definitely intended. So you like musicals...so what? I hate to tell you this..." My lips come right next to his ear and I whisper into it. "But sleeping with men isn't exactly macho either...." After that last word I capture his ear lobe between my teeth, gently pulling; then licking the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue causing a shudder to go through his body. "But you like it and are very good at it." He blushes and his breath is coming short as I start to kiss his jaw while I massage his thigh through the cotton of his pajamas.

"You're right...I do, especially when it's with you. By the way G....you're becoming very good at it too in such a short time." Now it's my turn to blush. In the past few days, I've come to like sleeping with Nick very much.... more than I ever thought I would before we were set up by our friends. "You should tell me something that I don't know about you so we're even." I had to think about it...he knew a lot due to our talking the past few years at work, and when he would be in the room while I was trying to put the moves on Sara or other girls at the lab. I've got it!

"Hmmm...oh....I know." Lifting my eyebrows and wiggling them at him, Nick lifts his back at me like he does when he's waiting for me to give him some DNA news for a case. I tilt toward him so our noses are touching and I smile. "That movie....it reminds me...I love Thai food. I have to warn you though...when I eat it, it makes me pretty crazy. After I eat Thai, I...um...like to be tied up.... and I also like to be spanked." This is actually true...just didn't get a chance to do it very often.

"What? Tied up, like bondage? Is that why those cases at Lady Heather's and the liquid latex and.... All that stuff was why got you so damn excited...you like it?" I nod and start to chuckle softly.

"Oh yeah. A girlfriend I had in college...she and I were drinking and eating some Thai one night, and she got the idea to bind my wrists to her brass bed with her scarves, then she started to swat me with a paperback book. It was so good and made me moan so loud, that she ran to the bathroom and got her hairbrush." Nick is sitting next to me with his mouth hanging wide open probably shocked at my bit of news; but when I notice his hands move into his lap, I see that along with the shock, there's wood growing in the crotch of his jammies. Leaning into me, he takes my lips with his; then gives me a little push so I lie down on my back, my head on the low armrest of the leather couch. While he assaults my mouth with his, I can feel myself getting harder and I need to get out of these jeans. A few minutes later, as if he can read my mind, Nick breaks the kiss, and pulls me up with him to his bedroom. As we pass the kitchen, I stop in the hall causing Nick to look back at me.

"What's wrong Greg?"

"I thought I was getting breakfast...or lunch...or...." He laughs and we continue to his room, where he takes me back into his embrace in front of the bed, rubbing my ass and kissing my neck. "Nicky!?" Lifting his gaze to meet mine, he pecks me on the cheek.

"Don't you worry your pretty head....you will be fed. First though, you're going to fuck me senseless, we're gonna shower then I want to call for some delivery from that Thai place that Sara told me about. You can help me test out that new rubber spatula I got last week."

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