Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
by
ScarletFBL
Rating: FRM
Needless to say, Nick had spent the last several days learning the
name of everyone in Bikini Bottom. After this, if he ever saw a
sponge again, he was going to set it on fire. He'd already gotten his
revenge on his kitchen sponge. It lay in tatters in the bottom of his
trashcan. Greg had heard what he was doing, and thought it was
hilarious.
Greg had healed up from all of his injuries from that night. If he
wanted to stay that way, Nick thought that it would be wise for him
to lay off the cartoon torture for a while.
Before Nick knew it, it was time for him to get ready for work. He
was dressed and ready to go. Nick looked at Greg. The other man was
still in his pajamas on the couch, wrapped around his pillow.
"Greg, do you want me to drop you off today?" He asked Greg.
Greg shook his head. "No, I think that I`ll ditch today. I`m ahead,
anyway. I can catch up anything that I`ll miss."
Nick nodded, but then remembered that Greg couldn't see him do
it. "Okay. I`ll be back around 2:00 a.m."
Greg waved him off. Something looked like it was bothering Greg.
"Greg, are okay?" he asked.
"Yeah�." Greg sighed. "Can I use your phone while you`re out?" he
asked.
Had he been worried about asking Nick if he could use the phone? He
shouldn't be afraid to ask Nick about something so trivial. "Yeah, of
course."
"Long distance. I mean, really long distance?" Greg added.
Nick couldn't think of any reason why Greg shouldn't be able to call
long distance, so long as he didn't talk for a ridiculously long
amount of time, and then there was the everyday aspect
of�.`Oh�.OH! He probably wants to talk to his parents. It wasn`t
him worrying about asking me for something at all. He`s probably
worried that his parents will make him come home.
It was something Nick was worried about, too. In the short amount of
time that Nick had Greg in his home, he had gotten used to his
presence. He liked being able to come home to something other than an
empty bed. With Greg around, there were no lingering traces of the
cases he done earlier those nights. Greg just filled his mind with
chatter that was about everything and nothing at all, his sightless
hazel eyes piercing something deep inside of Nick that he wasn't sure
could even be touched.
Nick was aware that his fondness for Greg had changed into something
more, but he wasn't sure that Greg was ready to make that step, and
even if he was, could Nick be sure? It was only Thursday, and Greg
had been through so much during the past week that it must have been
emotionally challenging for the younger man. Nick wouldn't feel right
if he won Greg's affections while he wasn't all there. And then,
there was Nick's past.
Nick's relationships with men had been few, and far in between, and
he'd always kept them secret. His relationships with women, on the
other hand, weren't quite as subtle. His coworkers knew all about his
escapades, some of them had even been past conquests. Nick wasn't
sure how Greg would react to that information, the fact that Nick
worked with past lovers, but that would only be a problem if he and
Greg got together. He didn't even know if Greg was gay! No time to
worry about that, now.
"Yeah, you can call long distance. Just keep the cluckin' down to a
minimum, ya hear?" Nick said.
Greg seemed to come out of his funk, at least temporarily. "I do
not `cluck', as you say. I just have a talent for filling in those
nasty silent moments with my wonderful voice." He did the worst
impression of an opera singer that Nick had ever heard.
"Yeah, sounds more like you`re choking a monkey," Nick snorted.
Greg threw his pillow at Nick and it hit him in the face. Greg could
judge where Nick was by his voice. He'd said it was kind of like he'd
gotten really good at the Marco, Polo! game, but not of his own
choosing.
Nick caught it. It still amazed him that Greg had such great aim. He
looked at the pillow and scrunched up his face. "Don`t throw your
pillow at me. You drool. It has a drool mark!" He threw it back at
Greg, who caught it.
He looked affronted. "Oh, whatever! I do not drool."
Greg pouted. He hugged his pillow tight as if to protect it from
Nick's verbal onslaught.
Nick snorted again. "Oh, yeah? Well, tell that to the stinky moisture
on my face." He wiped at his face with his sleeve.
Greg `hmphed' and turned away from Nick.
"Oh, don`t be like that." Nick laughed.
"Shut, up. I ain`t talking to you, until you apologize and say I
don`t drool."
"So you want me to lie?"
"Don`t you have somewhere to be?"
"I thought that you weren`t talking to me," Nick said.
"I`m not," Greg answered.
"Then, what do you call that?"
"Nothing."
"And that?"
"Shut up."
"And that, too?" Greg growled at Nick, actually growled. There
was no way that Greg could not talk at any given moment, Nick knew.
He knew that he was about to strike a nerve, but he couldn't help
himself. Greg was too much fun too egg on. He decided to cut his
losses, this time, and hightail it off to work. "I`m off. Try not to
create a lake on my couch while I`m gone!" He slammed the door
closed. He could have sworn that the thump of something soft hitting
against wood as he left.
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"�Nick!"
Nick jumped. Warrick had been trying to talk to Nick for the past
five minutes, but the man seemed to keep zoning out on him.
"Huh?" He knew that Warrick had been trying to talk to him, but he
just kept on drifting into la la land. He was thinking about a lot of
things that didn't make sense to think about at one thirty in the
morning, like bad music, lean muscled arms, brightly-colored
cartoons, slim hips, expensive hair products, and unnaturally-colored
hazel eyes�.Shit, he'd been daydreaming about Greg again!
Warrick raised any eyebrow. He waved a hand in front of Nick's face.
Nick bat it away. "Man, you in the here, and now?"
Nick nodded and rubbed at his face. "Yeah, I`m just tired. I`ve got
some things going on at home that�." He froze. He did not just let
that slip, did he?
"What so important at home that it could be bothering you all the way
form Texas?" Warrick asked, not really catching the meaning of his
slip.
Nigh let out a breath. The last thing he needed was for one of the
most masculine CSIs to find out that he was living with a younger man
that he had feelings for, and he'd been hiding it from everyone for
almost a whole week. "Um, you know, sister troubles," he made up
quickly.
Warrick nodded his head, knowingly. "Ah, one of your sister`s been in
a catfight? "Nick shook his head. He hadn`t really thought this whole
family crisis thing through. "No? One of `em's pregnant. Not that
either? Then what? Help me out here!" He threw up his hands.
"One of them is a lesbian!" Was there anyway that he could jam his
foot into his mouth while still standing? Nick was willing to find
out. Well, at least he could see where Warrick stood on the whole gay
issue. Maybe he could reconsider telling him.
Warrick was silent for a long time. "Well, that`s some shit. How`d
your parents handle it?"
Quick! "They don`t know. Only I do."
Warrick frowned. "She`s gotta tell them. People can`t just go around
being gay, and not let people know, just in case they aren`t okay
with it."
Nick's heart dropped. 'Is that how Warrick really feels? I don't
think that I'll be telling him that I have -and hopefully will keep
on- dating men. One man in particular.'
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Greg sat holding the phone in his hand for a long time. It had taken
him a long time just to pick it up. He dreaded having to make this
call, but he knew that it was now or never. He had procrastinated way
too long, and his parents were probably worried sick about him. He
had never taken more than three days to call his parents, and it had
already been five. By the time he finally dialed that overseas
number, it was already midnight, or nine o'clock in the morning in
Norway.
The phone rang. /Hello? Mr. Sanders speaking./ It was Greg's father.
Greg let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't his mother, so he wasn't
going to be chewed out over the phone, at least not right now. "Dad,
it's me," Greg said in Norwegian.
/Greg? I didn`t recognize the number. What`s happened? You haven`t
called us in a long time./ Mr. Sanders switched over to Norwegian as
well.
"I know, I`m sorry. Yeah, something has happened, but you have to
promise not to tell Mom," Greg pleaded.
/Son, you know I can`t promise that. Just tell me what happened./
Greg sighed. "Okay. My roommate kicked me out�." He waited for it.
/What?! How the hell did that happen?! Greg?/ Mr. Sanders yelled.
Greg really wished that his father wouldn't yell, otherwise his mom
might�.
/Honey, who are you talking to? Is that Greg?/ Greg could hear in the
background. He was so much dead meat.
/Um, well, Honey, you see�/ Mr. Sanders was never really a good liar,
and when trying to lie to his wife, he was especially dismal.
Greg could hear the phone exchanging hands.
/Greg, baby, are you alright? Why haven't you called us? I was
worried sick!/ Mrs. Sanders wailed.
There was no getting anything past this woman. "Mom, my roommate
kicked me out."
/WHAT?!/ Greg pulled the phone away from his ear. /That's it, were
coming to get you! Where are you right now?/ His mom gasped as if she
just realized something. /You're not out wandering the streets, are
you?! Oh, my goodness! My baby's out in a foreign country, all by
himself-/
"MOM! I`m not wandering the streets." `Not anymore, anyway�.'
Greg thought. "I`m staying with someone else."
/Whom?/
"He`s a CSI. He works for the federal government. The LVPD, more
specifically." Greg said.
Although his mother seemed to be appeased by that bit of information,
she still kept him on the phone for a long while after that.
Throughout their conversation, Greg had been sweating bullets,
worried that his mother would fly over from Norway and bring him back home. He managed to convince her that she didn't have to do that, but she still wanted to fly over and check on him. Greg could deal with that. He hung up the phone, stood up and stretched. He caught a whiff of himself.
"Ew! Mother-induced sweat is not hot," he laughed. He made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. He didn't need his stick to get around in Nick`s house, having memorized it by his second day there, so it stayed by the front door. He only used it at school, or when he went on walks.
He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting for the
water to adjust to the right temperature. He grabbed a towel from a
cabinet in the hallway before going back into the bathroom and
sitting the towel on the sink. He took off his clothes and stepped
into the shower. He pulled the shower curtain closed behind him. He
stood there for a moment, just letting the water run over his face
and body before reaching over to a shower shelf to get his shampoo.
He put some in his hand and placed the bottle back where it was. He
was reaching up to put the shampoo in his hair when a glob fell out
of his hand and right into his eye.
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Nick pulled up into the driveway. It had been a long day at work with
Warrick, and everything else that had gone on. All he wanted to do
was lay down in his bed, and crash until it was time for him to go to
work again. He got out of his car and walked up to his door and
unlocked it. When he opened it, he heard a yell.
His heart raced. Maybe Greg had managed to hurt himself in his house
while Nick had left him alone. Nick wouldn't be able to forgive
himself if he had. "Greg?" He called out. He ran into the house and
looked in the kitchen. No Greg. Good, at least that meant that he
hadn't cut himself, or something. He heard another yell. It was
coming from the bathroom.
Without thinking, Nick threw open the bathroom door and it banged
against the wall, startling Greg, who screamed again. He didn't know
who it was in the bathroom with him. Nick yanked the shower curtain
away, and Greg screamed again, this time, startling Nick.
"Ah!" Nick screamed.
"Ahh!" Greg screamed again.
"Ah!"
"Ahhh!"
"AH! �.WAIT, WHY ARE WE SCREAMING?!" Nick yelled, and then lowered
his voice.
"Nick, is that you?" Greg asked, his eyes shut tightly.
"Yeah, I thought you were hurt."
Greg shook his head. "No. I just got some soap in my eye."
Nick let out a breath. "Oh, is that all? I thought you were getting
murdered, or something."
"'Is that all?' This shit stings! Let me squirt some of this in your
eye, and you tell me if it isn`t worse than getting murdered." Greg
huffed.
Nick laughed. "Here, let me get you a cup so you can rinse your eye."
He ran to the kitchen and got one. "Here."
Greg reached out for it, but slipped.
Nick saw this and grabbed Greg by his waist, holding him against his
chest. It was then the Nick noticed how very wet and very
naked Greg was. Both men blushed. "Um, er, why don`t I help
you?" Nick asked.
"Um, okay," Greg said. He allowed Nick to rinse his face without
commenting on how tightly the other man was holding him. He was
getting Nick's clothes soaking wet, but the other man didn't seem to
mind.
"Greg, I need you to open your eye a little bit, so I can flush it,"
Nick said. Greg did so. Nick carefully flushed his eye until Greg
could open both of them without flinching and closing them again.
Greg stared at Nick. "Thanks," he said.
"No problem," Nick said, breathlessly. Being so close to a naked
Greg, and looking into Greg's beautiful eyes was doing naughty things
to Nick's libido. He really couldn't help himself right now. "Please
don`t be mad at me," Nick whispered, before leaning in to press his
lips to Greg's.
Greg gasped in surprise. He had no idea that Nick felt anything like
this for him. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Nick,
deepening the kiss.
"What the fuck is going on here?!"
