Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
by
ScarletFBL
Rating: FRT-13
It was already light out by the time Nick got them to his home. Greg sat on the couch, idly wondering why Nick was being so nice to him. The man didn't even know him. He felt around on the coffee table that he'd bumped into on the way in, and found the remote. "Hey, Nick! Can I watch some TV?"
Nick's head popped in from his room. "Sure, but how�?"
"I like to listen," Greg said. He could get why Nick had wanted to ask that question. People back home had asked him all the time.
"How could a blind boy like TV so much?" His mother's friend had asked. He never liked her very much.
Greg turned on the TV. He felt around on the remote and pressed the combination of buttons that he had memorized.
He could hear Nick groan. "Oh, don`t tell me you like Sponge Bob�."
Greg smiled. "Fine. I won`t." He continued to listen to what was happening on the TV.
Nick shook his head and walked into his room. I was almost seven, and he had to go to work at six later that night. He was planning on going and picking up some of Greg's things from his apartment that he used to share with his roommate before he went to work. Greg had already made him a list.
Made him a list�.that surprised him. He also have detailed directions to the apartment. Greg could write, and he wrote in perfect lines, but those lines didn't always coincide with the lines on the paper. Nick figured that was wasn't always blind, and that he must have learned to write at some point before that. Nick wanted to ask him about it, but he felt that it wasn't time to ask Greg about his past so soon.
Nick went over to the drawer and got out a t-shirt and pajama bottoms that he thought would fit Greg. Greg was very thin, and Nick was going to have to fatten him up. If Catherine saw Greg as skinny as he was, she'd kick Nick ass for him not bringing the other man over for dinner. He walked back into the living room to give them to Greg.
"Hey, Greg, I`ve got you some�." Nick paused. Greg was fast asleep on his couch, already drooling slightly on the seat cushions, cartoons blaring. In his sleep, he looked even younger. Nick chuckled and shook his head. He sat the clothes down on the coffee table. He went into the spare bedroom and took the cover off the bed. He went back into the living room and laid the cover over Greg who didn`t stir at all, only settled deeper into the couch, wrapping the cover around himself. Nick cut off the TV. He inwardly wondered if it was wrong to think that someone who looked that young, was cute. Probably.
He went back into his bed and undressed down to his boxers. He'd already shown Greg around the house, and the other man felt around, trying to memorize every detail. He was pretty confident that Greg could get up and help himself, should he need anything. He doubted that Greg would come to him for it, anyway. He got into bed and fell asleep.
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When he awoke at around 2:30 p.m. Greg was already up. He had on the clothes Nick has set out for him.
Greg turned when he heard Nick come in. "I`m guessing you work the night shift?"
Nick sat down next to him. He smelled soap and something that had to be uniquely Greg. It was like spice and citrus. Yeah, I do. Is that gonna be a problem for you?"
Greg shook his head. "No, I actually have night school, so it`s perfect. I go from 6:00 p.m. to 10:45 p.m. That gonna be a problem for you?" Greg asked.
"Nope. I could drive you to school since I`ll be leaving for work around the time you need to leave." Nick offered.
"That would be great. You can drive me until I learn the bus route around here," Greg said.
"Bus route? You don`t have to take the bus, I can-"
Greg waved Nick off. "I want to. It`s one of the things that I can do on my own. Since I can`t drive, I can at least take the bus like everyone else."
<i>'That makes sense,'</i> Nick though. <i>'I wouldn't like it if I had to depend on someone to haul my ass everywhere, so why would he?'</i> "Alright. I`m gonna go hit the shower. After that, I`m going to head by your place. You sure you wrote down everything that you needed?"
Greg nodded. "Yes. Everything on there should be in my room. I hope he lets you in."
Nick nodded. "What`s this guy`s name, anyway? Not that it`s important, or anything, but I can`t just waltz in his house not even knowing his name."
Greg scratched his leg. "His name is Brad." He turned back towards the TV and changed the channel. Some other brightly-colored cartoon came on, one Nick didn't know.
Nick got up and walked into to the bathroom. He took a shower and then got dressed. Twenty minutes later, he was on his way to Greg's apartment�.well, what used to be his apartment.
He pulled up to a slate gray apartment building.
"This place looks pretty swanky," Nick thought out loud. He went up to the door that had the right number, and rang the doorbell. He waited. Soon after, he could feel the thundering steps of someone coming to the door.
'It's a good thing that he doesn't live on the second floor, or he'd have had more than a few complaints about that,' Nick thought.
The door swung open and a man who was about a foot taller than Nick was revealed. He was built like some Adonis, but there was something sinister about him. Nick had to wonder how Greg had made it out of the apartment without this guy forcing himself on someone as small as Greg.
"Who the hell are you?" The man sneered.
Nick stood his ground. "I'm a friend of Greg's. I'm here to pick up some of his stuff," he said.
The guy raised an eyebrow. "That`s funny. I didn`t know the little asshole had friends out here."
"I assume that you were his roommate," Nick ground out. This man was the asshole, not Greg. `Who answers the door like that?'
"I was," Brad said.
"Can I just come in and get his stuff?" Nick said, looking impatiently at the man who was blocking the doorway.
Brad stared at Nick for a moment. "Get his shit, and then get the fuck out. I got places to go. I don`t have time to waste waiting on that asshole`s stupid friend." He moved out of the way.
Nick could feel heat traveling up from his neck to his face as he walked past. He was probably red as a tomato right now, and it wasn't because he was embarrassed. It was taking all he had not to haul off and punch the guy. Bigger, or not, he seriously needed to be cut down to size.
Nick found Greg's room easily. It actually looked like someone lived in there instead of like a party had thrown up in it, like Brad's did. He stopped and listened. Brad was off in the kitchen, stomping away, doing whatever it was he was doing. He looked in Greg's closet. The suitcase was where he said that it would be. He opened it and started putting things in. Schoolbooks, supplies, something that looked like an expensive chemistry kit. Nick paused. What exactly did Greg study?
He packed some clothes, and grabbed a bag that held Greg's toiletries. There must not have been much of a roommate relationship to begin with if they didn't even keep their things in the same bathroom. He looked for Greg's walking stick, expecting to see it up against a corner, or something. It was nowhere to be seen. He looked under Greg's bed, but all he found was a small pouch that was about
eleven inches long, and looked like an umbrella cover. He looked inside. It was Greg's walking stick. He took it out. It was made out of lightweight aluminum and had a black handle with a wrist-secure. It was folded into five sections. Nick flicked his wrist and the stick extended out to it's full length.
Nick smiled. It was kinda cool. He folded it back up and placed it back in it's pouch before putting it into the suitcase as well. He only had to gather a few more things, before he was ready to go. `Thank God for suitcases with rollers!' Nick thought.
Nick walked back through the apartment to the living room. He saw Brad sitting in a recliner, the sole piece of furniture in there, in front of the TV. Nick snorted. `So much for having to go somewhere.'
"I`m leaving. I`ll come back with Greg to get the rest," Nick said as he headed to the door.
"Whatever. I don`t need a play-by-play. Just tell him to get his scrawny ass here soon to come and get his shit, or I`ll throw it out on the curb." Brad grunted, not even looking at Nick.
Nick walked out the apartment, slamming the door.
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Nick walked into his house, fuming. He slammed the door. Greg jumped.
"So, I take it you`ve met Brad?" Greg asked.
"No, shit! How did you live with that guy?! He`s a complete asshole. Please tell me that he did something other than throwing you out, so I can be justified in kicking his ass!"
Greg laughed, trying to hide the shudder of pleasure that he felt because Nick was being so protective of him. Usually, people would just get in his way, falling all over themselves trying to do everything for him, but not Nick. Nick managed to be there when he needed him, and gave him space when he needed it. At least, so far.
"Nicky, I may be blind, but I know that he`s a big guy. If anybody`s kicking anybody`s ass, it's probably him kicking yours," Greg said, trying to stifle a laugh. He wasn't succeeding.
Nick looked affronted. "Well excuse me! I`m sorry for trying to defend your honor, you ungrateful little brat!" Nick couldn't help laughing now, too. Greg was rolling on the couch holding his sides.
"You�defending�honor?!" Greg said, in between gasps.
Nick rolled his eyes and sat down next to Greg on the couch. He snatched up the remote before he was forced to watch anymore horrible cartoons.
"Hey!"
It was his house, damn it! He was going to watch what he wanted to watch before he had to go to work. At least, that's what he told himself.
