Title: Your Body
By: Dr FooFoo
Email: dog.symbolism@gmail.com
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: They've been doing this for four months and a week now, not that Nick's counting...

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They've been doing this for four months and a week now, not that Nick's counting. He's not thinking about exactly *what* it is they're doing, either, because he's pretty sure Greg thinks of it as just sex and nothing more. When Nick stops to consider it, he figures that's technically what it is, but he can't help thinking there's something more when he wakes up and Greg's still there in his bed beside him, already awake and staring.

And it's not like Nick to read too deeply into things like this, because he knows what kind of trouble it's gotten him into before, but with Greg it's... different somehow. He's just so unique and smart and beautiful and Nick sometimes has to stop and wonder how he managed to not see it for so long. He honestly didn't mean anything going into the lab and flirting so much, all those times. It's just that Greg flirts with everyone, so it's hard not to flirt back, and Nick really must not have any self-control.

Greg doesn't seem to mind, though, and maybe he even welcomes it, because he certainly doesn't complain when Nick can't stop babbling into his mouth in bed. In fact, he usually encourages it with husky words and little thrusts, and no wonder Nick can't help himself. Greg's the sexiest person he's ever met, in all senses of the word; sexier than anyone he's dated previously, or seen on TV, and sometimes he wonders why Greg chose *him* to go home with every night, and not someone younger or more sensitive or something.

Greg looks at him now, questioning silently, but Nick just smiles and shakes his head, shifting so he's pressed closer, and he definitely has no complaints about spending his day like this, even when he should be sleeping. Greg makes it hard to sleep, though. Greg makes everything hard, in fact, and Nick's pretty sure he's subconsciously rubbing on Greg's thigh. A quiet moan tells him it's true, and he makes it slightly less subconscious, rolling half onto Greg and kissing him hard. It's all tongue and sloppy, but Greg likes it that way and Nick knows it, so no one's complaining.

Greg whimpers softly and Nick realises he's biting his lip, so he eases up a little and kisses a line down Greg's neck. Greg arches into it, stretching out under Nick and murmuring softly in his ear. Nick shivers slightly and leans down to suck a mark high on Greg's neck, and that's probably not a very good idea, but he just can't help it.

"What do you want from me?" Nick whispers softly in Greg's ear.

"Your body," Greg replies, groaning slightly as Nick runs his tongue down his earlobe. At least he's honest, anyway. Nick kisses him hard and silently wonders exactly when he's going to tell Greg how he feels, but at the moment, his body for Greg's seems like a fair trade.