Title: Woobie
By: geekwriter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: Greg discovers Nick's deep, dark secret.

Greg stepped out of Nick's bathroom rubbing a towel over his damp hair. He stopped at the edge of the bed and grinned as he gazed down at Nick who was gazing back up at him with sleepy eyes.

"Hey, you," Greg said tenderly as he dropped the towel to the floor and climbed across the bed, sliding one hand over Nick's chest as he leaned down to kiss him.

"Mmm." Nick stretched lazily and hooked an arm around Greg's shoulders, pulling him close. "You taste like toothpaste."

"Well, not all of us are lazy, lounge in bed all day types."

Nick laughed at that. "That's totally your fault, and you know it. I couldn't feel my legs until about ten minutes ago." He ruffled Greg's hair, causing drops to fly and land on his face and Greg's back. "You could have waited for me, you know."

"Oh, no. I know all about showering with you, mister. I start out washing your back and within five minutes I'm balanced on one foot with my leg around your waist and the soap dish digging into my back."

Nick grinned and ran his fingers lightly down Greg's back. "That's not so bad, is it?"

Greg shook his head. "No." He kissed Nick again. "But we're supposed to go out tonight."

Nick groaned.

"You promised."

"Let's stay in, instead. We can order pizza. Play Xbox." His fingers slid over the curves of Greg's ass. "Play…other things."

"This from the man who says he didn't have any feeling in his legs until a few minutes ago."

"It's not my fault you wear me out."

Greg laughed and kissed the tip of Nick's nose. "Up," he said, pulling away. "It won't kill you to have a few drinks with my friends."

Nick pouted. It usually worked.

"No puppy dog eyes," Greg said, pushing Nick's arm. "It won't kill you, and this way I can prove to them that you actually do exist. They think I'm making you up."

Nick groaned as he sat up, grumbled as he swung his legs out of bed and stood up.

"You'll like them. I promise."

"I'd still rather play Xbox and dirty cowboys." Nick shot Greg an expectant look. Greg loved to play dirty cowboys.

"Shower," Greg said. "Then a couple drinks. Then, if you're good, dirty cowboys. What did I say about puppy dog eyes?"

Nick laughed as he made his way towards the bathroom. He eyed the wet towel Greg had dropped on the carpet and opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. It took all his willpower, but he was really trying not to make a big deal about Greg's less-than-stellar housekeeping skills.

Greg caught the look, however, and laughed. "Fine," he said, hopping off the bed and leaning to pick up the towel. "No wet towels on the floor."

"Don't worry about it," Nick said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Greg grinned and rolled his eyes. As he reached for the towel he caught sight of a tattered blue rectangle of fabric under the bed and picked it up, instead. "Ha! I'm not the only one who drops things on the floor."

Nick froze as he saw what was in Greg's hand. "That's not…I mean that's just…give it to me."

Greg held it out of Nick's reach. "Why? What is it?"

"Nothing!" He shifted from one foot to the other, never taking his eyes off the cloth in Greg's hand. "It's just…" He reached out quickly and snatched it away from Greg, then cradled it to his chest. "It's nothing," he said as he headed to the closet.

Greg tried not to laugh and succeeded, but he couldn't help the grin from spreading across his face. "Nick?"

Nick didn't say anything as he tucked it away safely on one of his closet shelves.

"Nick, is that your…blankie?"

"It's not a blankie," Nick snapped. He shifted from foot to food again, then murmured something Greg couldn't make out.

"What was that?"

Nick sighed. "It's my woobie, all right?"

"Your woobie?"

Nick closed his eyes and waited for Greg's mocking to begin. When he wanted to, his wit could be extremely cutting.

"You have a woobie?" Greg asked.

Nick opened his eyes. Greg was still smiling, but it wasn't a mocking smile.

"That's just…" Greg began. "I can't even…you're just so fucking…" He rushed towards Nick and threw his arms around Nick's shoulders. He kissed Nick over and over again. "God, I love you," he whispered.

Nick laughed and wrapped his arms around Greg's waist. "What?"

"You're just so…I can't even tell you how much I…"

"You're not going to make fun of me?"

"For what?"

"For…for having a woobie," Nick whispered the last word.

Greg shook his head and pulled Nick even closer against him. "I love it, Nick. I love that you have a woobie. I just…sometimes I freak out and think of you as untouchable and then I find shit out like this and I just…I can't imagine loving you any more than I do at this very moment."

Nick laughed as Greg pressed his face into the crook of his neck. "You're insane," he said. "You know that, right?"

"You love me for it," Greg said as he began to rock his hips against Nick's.

"I do, actually." Nick slid his hands up and down Greg's back. "You know, if you keep rubbing on me like this we're going to be late to meet your friends."

Greg grinned and started walking backwards towards the bed, pulling Nick with him. "They already think you're a figment of my imagination. Ditching them again can't do any more harm."

Nick laughed as they tumbled onto the bed. He considered teasing Greg some more, considered saying something about how Greg would have to take another shower, but Greg was kissing him, arching up against him, pulling Nick's hips down hard against his own. If he'd known Greg would react like that to him still owning his childhood woobie he would have told him months ago.

He'd not only gotten Greg riled up again, he'd gotten out of drinks with Greg's crazy friends. He hadn't even had to resort to dirty cowboys.

Not that Nick minded playing dirty cowboys. He rather liked dirty cowboys but, oh, it didn't really matter what or if they were playing anything when Greg was beneath him, naked and hard and panting.

Yeah, he would have told Greg about the woobie a long, long time ago if he'd have known.