Title: Torchwood
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13
Summary: Greg just got Season 1 of Torchwood on DVD and he and Nick sit down for a marathon. What follows are a series of snippets of the boys reactions.

It was late in the afternoon and Greg Sanders was squatting in front of his DVD player loading a disc. Within seconds, a loud, vaguely primal beat boomed through the speakers sending Nick Stokes running into the room.

“Greg! Are you ok? I heard a noise!” shouted Nick.

Greg stood up and turned to look at Nick. “Good God, you’re jumpy. It’s a DVD Nick, I’m fine. I just popped in Disc 1 of Torchwood. Wanna watch with me?” asked Greg.

“Torch-what?”

“Torchwood. It’s like a sexier version of X-Files. A sexy, bisexual X-files. Oh and there’s some good old fashioned forensics.” Explained Greg, tossing Nick the DVD case.

Nick caught it. “Ok, ya got me. I have to admit, the guy on the far left, is kinda hot.”

Greg sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him inviting Nick to follow suit. “Hmm, that’s Ianto. Would’ve had you pinned as a Captain Jack kind of guy.”

“Who’s that?” asked Nick.

“Take the case out of the box. He’s the guy above the logo.”

Nick did as told. “Ok, he’s hot too, but that ‘yahntoe’ guy is still hotter.”

“It’s going to be hilarious hearing your accent struggle with all this British TV.” Laughed Nick starting the first episode.

 “Wait, so Gwen’s first day on the job involves chasing down an alien gas that feeds off orgasms?” asked Nick.

“What? You’re surprised? Think of some of our wall shaking sex. This being traveled light-years for some ass. Wouldn’t you?” Replied Greg.

“But there’s a rift in time and space underneath Cardiff, so she probably just drifted through right?”

Greg grumbled. “You’re not supposed to be geekier than me. But you’re right. Wait ‘til episode four, there’s a lot of your dream boy Ianto.” Greg batted his eyelashes.

Nick smacked him with a nearby pillow. “You know you’re my dream boy, babe. Now play the next episode.”

“So that was Countrycide. You didn’t think it was that bad did you?” asked Greg.

“It was nice to see them out in the field more. They made that CSI crack in the first episode, I bet a little forensics would’ve helped them a lot.” Said Nick.

“Yeah, and Ianto looked hot as hell.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “That too, but he really came into his own in this episode, don’t you think? The way he went to bat for Tosh so often? It really says a lot about the strength of his character.”

“You’re in love!” Greg chanted.

“I’m gonna run out of pillows if you don’t stop soon. What’s up next?”

Greg looked down at the episode guide on the inside of the case. “Greeks Bearing Gifts.” Greg waggled his eyebrows.

“What was that for?”

“Hot girl on girl action!”

Nick sighed and pressed the play button.

“Greg! It wasn’t just about the lesbianism though! Toshiko really needed someone to connect with and she wasn’t getting that at work. Mary just took advantage of that for her own gains. Like Kristy.” Said Nick, frowning.

"Do we have to bring her up, again?” said Greg, throwing his arm around Nick.

“We had such a connection, you know? But she just used me for protection! Last woman I ever had sex with though.”

“And am I glad.” Said Greg, kissing Nick on the cheek. “Now get the tissues ready for the next two, you sentimental dope.”

As the episode Random Shoes finished airing, Nick pulled a tissue out of the box and wiped his eyes. “I am such a woman sometimes.”

“Sweet, I get the best of both worlds. A hot as hell guy with the sensitivity of a hot girl.” Greg joked, eliciting a light chuckle out of Nick. “Good, I made you laugh again. I may not have the lines you have. Or the looks. Or the charm. Or the – “

Nick sniffed. “Greg, will you stop? I don’t care. I love you. I love everything about you. I don’t care what you don’t have.You have one of the biggest, sweetest hearts in the world, and that’s what I love.”

Greg smiled. “See? I could never do that. But thanks, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Well, the big heart and the big thing between your legs.”

“Oh! And he’s back in full form!”

The episode Out of Time finished airing and Greg shot a glance at Nick.

“So, what’d you think?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. I like that they weren’t dealing with aliens or the supernatural and that it was just three people lost in time, but I’m having trouble liking Owen anymore.” Replied Nick.

“How do you mean?” asked Greg.

“I mean, he and Gwen apparently had a good thing going, right?”

“Right…”

“Then this sultry pilot from the 1950’s lands in his backyard and they can’t stop having sex?”

“They were hot sex scenes though.”

“Well, yeah, but he cheated on Gwen. I mean, I have a feeling everyone at Torchwood would sleep with anyone else, but, where do you draw the line?”

“Do you think you’d fit in in any other timeline, Nick?” asked Greg, muting the TV for the loud drum beats of the theme song didn’t interrupt them.

“This may sound kind of nerdy, but part of me always wanted to be in Medieval times. You know, the age of dragons and knights in shining armor. It just all seemed so romantic to me, you know?”

Greg studied Nick, earning a smirk from the Texan. “I could see it. I could really see it. We’re totally getting you a knight costume by the way. I always wondered what Sir Lancelot was like in the sack.”

“Fair Greg, thine eyes reach to the very depths of my soul. Thou must beddeth me quickly before my codpiece burst at its seams!” said Nick, in a passable British accent.

Greg raised his voice a few octaves, “Oh, Sir Stokes the Strong! Thou hast slain the mighty dragon Ecklie! Thou must claim my maidenhead forsooth!”

Nick winked at Greg. “What’s say with pause this and come back later, m’lady?”

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