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Grace". Instead of Nick grabbing Greg's wrist and leading him out
of the hospital, Greg holds onto Nick's arm. Apparently, blind people
don't like to be pulled around. I didn't exactly know how to approach
that whole scene, so I'd like to thank Wildcard for setting me
straight, and helping me out with it. She also told me of a program
that allows blind people to search/read on the internet.
Amazing Grace, Part Five
by
ScarletFBL
Rating:FRAO
Warrick drove to Nick's house, hoping to catch the other man before
he got home. He was worried about Nick. All throughout the week, he'd
seen Nick be very happy, giddy, for no reason at all (at least for no
reason that he would tell about), and then he would spend most of his
time off in his own world. The only time he seemed to come alive and
become his old self was when he was about to go home.
Which was why Warrick was headed his way with a six pack and junk
food. He planned to knock back a few beers with Nick and get him to
open up about what's been going on with his life. He suspected that
whatever it was that Nick was worried about was bigger than one of
his siblings being gay. There was something Nick wasn't telling him,
and that wasn't acceptable. The other man didn't have to tell him
everything, but if something was being kept from him, then it must be
something that he should have known in the first place, being Nick's
friend.
He'd only missed Nick by about five minutes, and when he pulled up in
front of Nick's home, he could already see Nick's car outside. He got
out of his car, and that's when he noticed that Nick's front door was
wide open. A jolt of fear went through him. He quietly made his way
into the house, and a thousand scenarios went through his mind, all
of them ending with Nick hurt. Warrick really wished that he hadn't
left his piece back in his locker. He heard strange sounds coming
from the bathroom.
He walked up to the open door and stood outside, taking a deep
breath. He pivoted on his right foot and stood in the doorway. He was
stunned by what he saw. It wasn't what he had thought it was, that's
for sure.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" He hadn't meant to say it out
loud, it was merely a thought zooming through his head that had
somehow jumped-route and tumbled out of his mouth. Honestly, who
could control what they were saying when they had just walked in on
someone the considered their best friend doing something that he'd
never thought said best friend would do in a million years? Not
Warrick.
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Nick jerked back from Greg. He turned and his heart felt like it was
trying to escape out through his mouth. `I am not seeing Warrick
standing right there, staring at me kissing Greg. Warrick is not
standing right there, staring at me kissing Greg. Nope, I'm not.'
But Warrick looked to be pretty solid and exactly where Nick didn't
want him to be.
Greg yelped and covered himself with his hands. He put Nick between
himself and the unfamiliar voice. "Nick, who is that?" He asked.
Nick looked down at him and then back at Warrick. "It`s my friend�."
'At least I hope he still is.' "Warrick. He works with me.
He`s a CSI, too." He searched for something to say, but found that he
couldn't really start up a conversation with a naked Greg against his
chest, and rapidly cooling shower spray making both of them
shiver. "Um, Warrick, would you mind waiting out in the living room
for me?" He asked.
Warrick looked like he wanted to say something then and there, but he
restrained himself and nodded. "Don`t take too long." He glanced over
at Greg. "We`ve got a lot to discuss." He walked out of the
bathroom and waited for Nick in the living room.
Nick busied himself with turning off the shower.
"Your friend didn`t sound too happy�." Greg said.
Nick reached over and got the towel from the sink. He handed it to
Greg. "I doubt that he is." He tried not to watch as Greg dried
himself off.
Greg wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the tub.
He sighed. "Look, if I`ve done anything wrong-"
"You haven`t. Don`t think that for a second," Nick said,
vehemently. "This is just the result of something I`ve been putting
off for a long time."
"Let me guess, you`ve never told him that you`re gay, and now that
he`s walked in on you kissing and groping a naked man in the shower-"
"Excuse me, but there was no groping�yet," Nick interrupted.
Greg shuddered. He continued. "There isn`t really any way for you to
say, `it isn't what it looks like, I swear!' Is there?"
Nick smiled. "No, I guess not." He leaned forward, grasping Greg's
chin, kissing him deeply, again. He pulled away. "I`m gonna go in
there and talk to him, so�."
"I`ll be in my room getting dressed, my ear pressed closely to the
door." Greg said, walking away.
Nick laughed and shook his head. Leave it to Greg to crack jokes at a
time like this. He knew that Greg was joking about the whole `ear
pressed closely against the door,' thing�he hoped.
He gathered his wits and walked into the living room. Warrick was
already sitting down on the couch. He made to get up. Nick raised his
hand to stop him. "No, before you say anything, I just wanted to tell
you that I really value your friendship. You`ve always been there for
me when I needed you. I know that you don`t like it, and you probably
think it`s something despicable, but I am what I am. What you saw is
what I do. I love you like a brother, but I won't change for you, or
anyone else. I won`t hide it, anymore. That man in there�I think that
he might be the one for me. If you can`t handle that, then we`re just
going to find some way to work together without talking to each other
and�." He seemed to run out of steam.
Warrick was flabbergasted. His best friend, a friend whom, until now,
he thought was the epitome of heterosexuality had just come out to
him. A debate waged in his head. Dismiss a four year friendship
because Nick didn't date the people that he thought he did, or see
past all that a keep one of the few people who actually meant
something in his life. It was a short debate. He stood up.
Nick sighed. He thought that Warrick had gotten up to storm out, so
he stepped aside, but he was wrong. He was enveloped in strong arms
and Warrick's scent filled his nostrils. He inhaled deeply. After the
shock wore off, he lifted his arms and hugged his best friend back.
He laughed.
Warrick pulled back and crossed his arms. "What`s so funny? I`m
trying to get in touch with my feminine side for you, and you laugh?
This is the last time that I comfort you after you come out to me,"
he said.
Nick laughed again. "Warrick, you can`t really come out to the same
person twice. That`s not why I was laughing, though. I was just so
convinced that you didn`t like gay people. I was going on what you
said about my sister, who, by the way, actually isn`t a lesbian."
Warrick frowned. "I only said what I said because I thought that`s
what you wanted to hear. I thought that you didn`t like that
fact that she was gay. I mean, you are from Texas. They aren`t
exactly known for being gay-friendly over there."
Nick nodded. "Okay, I`ll give you that." He rubbed at the back of his
neck. "So we`re cool? You`re okay with all this?"
Warrick smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I mean, it`s not my thing, so I
don`t really understand it, but I know that you`re the same guy that
I`ve always known, and you`re a good guy. What you do in your bedroom
has nothing to do with me. Although�." Warrick looked off towards
what was now Greg's room.
"What?" Nick asked.
"Exactly how long have you been gaying it up with this guy?" Warrick
asked, turning back to look at Nick.
Nick snorted. He`d humor Warrick for right now. "As of right now�."
He looked at his watch. "Twenty-three minutes and forty-two seconds,"
He said.
Warrick again frowned. "Nick, I didn`t think that you were the kind
for one night stands."
"Oh, I`m not. I`ve known him for about week."
"But you just said�." Warrick looked confused.
Nick smiled. "I`ve known him for almost a week, but things have only
just progressed right now to where I could hopefully say that we`re
in a relationship."
Warrick laughed and punched Nick in the arm. "Man, you almost had me
thinking that you were a skank, or something. That`s definitely not
the Nicky I know." He watched as Nick grimaced and rubbed at the sore
spot on his arm. "Why don`t you ask him back out here? I`d like to
get to know him a little, see if he`s good enough for you."
It was Nick who looked off into the direction of Greg's room, this
time. "Oh, he`s good enough, trust me. I sometimes wonder if I`m good
enough for him," he said.
"You are, trust me," Warrick said.
Nick flushed, touched by his words. He was about to turn to go and
get Greg, when he remembered something important. "Oh, um, I just
wanted to let you know that he`s blind."
"Blind?" Now it made sense why the guy had asked who it was, instead
of looking over Nick's shoulder and simply seeing for himself.
Warrick had thought that maybe the guy was just too embarrassed at
being caught in the nude making out with Nick. "Okay, I can handle
that. Thanks for telling me ahead of time. I probably would have made
a fool of myself, or something."
"You, Warrick? Make a fool of yourself? Never," Nick said,
laughing as he walked to Greg's room. He knocked softly on Greg's
door.
"Greg, can I come in?" He asked.
"Yeah, come on in," Greg said.
Nick opened the door and came in. Greg was sitting on his bed,
putting on his shoes, already fully dressed. "Um, Greg, my friend
wants to meet you."
"This is a friendly meeting, right? I don`t want any of that `You
faggot son of a bitch, you stole my friend and made him gay. Give him
back! GRRR! ARRGH!'" Greg said.
Nick stared at Greg for a long time. "You listen to too much TV." He
shook his head, and walked out of the room, Greg trailing behind him.
They came to a stop in front of Warrick.
Nick introduced the two. "Warrick, this is Greg Sanders. Greg, this
is Warrick Brown." He'd purposely left any titles out, because he
honestly didn't know what to call the fledgling thing that he now had
with Greg.
"Hi, Warrick, it`s nice to meet you." Greg held out his hand.
"Hey, Greg, it`s nice to meet you, too." Warrick took his hands in
his and gave it a hearty shake. When Greg had heard Warrick's voice,
he stared in his direction. Warrick's breath hitched. He had never
seen such odd eyes. All of his life, he'd been told how unique his
eyes were, but they seemed to pale in comparison to the other
man's. "Wow, your eyes are something else�." He remembered that Greg
was blind. "I`m sorry, I didn`t mean to-"
Greg laughed. "Don't worry about it, I get that occasionally. One of
the colors I do remember from when I could still see was the color of
my eyes. I never really thought much of them, but I guess they aren`t
exactly common."
Nick stored that little piece of information away to bring up later.
Warrick smiled, still looking a little embarrassed. "I know, I
thought the same about mine. After so many people tell you how
special your eyes are, you just wish to have the same color eyes as
everyone else, sometimes."
"Exactly."
Warrick and Greg continued to talk about random things. They were
surprised to find out that they had a lot in common, like their
strong relationships with their grandparents, and love of music.
Warrick had sent Nick out to get the beers and junk food from his
car, and Nick was happy to oblige. Greg and Warrick seemed to be
getting along so well, that he didn't want to try and butt in.
Warrick took the beers from Nick. He got one out for himself and
Greg. "You of age?"
Greg smiled and nodded, taking the beer from his hand. "Yeah, twenty-
two." They were both sitting down on the couch while Nick poured come
chips into a bowl in the kitchen.
Warrick nodded his head. "I don`t know if you knew this, but you
kinda look like jailbait. I was worried that Nicky had gotten himself
into something foolish." He laughed and took a sip of his beer. "You
know, that`s a pretty big age gap, ten years," he said, trying to
gauge Greg's reaction.
Greg did look a little surprised. "You don`t say?" He turned towards
the kitchen. "Hey, Nick, you`re thirty-two?" He yelled across the
room.
Nick sighed and picked up the bowl, bringing it into the living room
and sat it down on the coffee table. He sat down on the recliner
adjacent to the couch. "Warrick`s been talking about me while I was
gone?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "No, I`m a closet mathematician. That number
just magically popped into my head. Stop stalling. So, are you a
dirty old man after my young boy flesh?" Greg asked, smirking.
It was Nick's turn to roll his eyes. "No, I`m not some dirty old man,
but I am thirty-two." He conveniently left out the `wanting Greg's
young boy flesh' part, because, truthfully, he did.
Warrick laughed and looked at Nick pointedly, letting him know that
he hadn't missed that.
Nick had the grace to blush. "If anyone`s the dirty old man in here,
it`s Warrick. He`s even older than me. He`s thirty-four."
"Oh, don't drag me into this," Warrick said. He reached over and got
a handful of chips, stuffing them into his mouth.
"Yeah, don`t drag him into this," Greg said, smiling. He leaned back
and ran a hand down his chest and stomach. He knew that Nick's eyes
were on him. "Besides, I think older men are hot. Can`t you tell?" It
was a little forward�okay a lot forward for Greg, but he was
feeling a little daring and a lot playful.
Nick followed the path of Greg's hand, wishing that he wasn't wearing
an old t-shirt that had seen better days. He was nearly salivating
when Greg's hand came to rest on the inside of his thigh.
Warrick looked between Nick and Greg. "Okay! I take it back. Stop it
with the gayness, I can`t handle it!" He shielded his eyes,
pretending to be sick into his beer.
Everyone laughed at that. Greg picked up a throw pillow and launched
it at Warrick. It bounced off of his forehead.
"How did you do that?" Warrick asked, picking up the pillow.
Nick laughed. "I think that means he likes you."
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I was Friday, and Greg had gone on the internet on Nick's laptop,
with the help of a screen reader he'd asked Nick to install, to rent
a storage space at the local storage facility. He also rented a U-
Haul.
Nick drove them over to Greg's old apartment and they arrived at
about 12:30 in the afternoon to give themselves plenty of time
cushion to go back home and finish what they hadn't been able to
finish at home because Warrick had been there for nearly the entire
day until they had to go to bed. Nick had a feeling that Warrick was
being difficult on purpose because he knew that after the initial
small talk, both of them wanted him to leave. Warrick kept on
throwing smug looks at him the whole time.
Nick parked the truck on the street. "Okay, we`re here. I parked
right in front of the building," he told Greg.
Greg nodded and got out of the truck followed by Nick. Nick went to
the back of the truck to get empty boxes. He had been oddly quiet on
the trip there. It bothered Nick somewhat, though he didn`t know why.
They walked up to the door, and Nick rang the doorbell. He could feel
the now familiar vibration of thunderous steps under his feet. He
squared his shoulders. The door swung open.
Brad's figure filled the doorway. "Oh, it`s you," he sneered.
"Yeah, it is," Greg said, in a flat voice. He brushed past Brad into
the apartment. Nick was a little surprised by his boldness. Brad had
thrown Greg out on his ear, yet Greg had just brushed past him like
he didn't mean anything.
Brad seemed to be a little surprised by his actions, too, and it only
served to make him even more annoyed at the younger man. "It`s about
fucking time you got your ass over here and got your shit. Another
day, your shit would have been all over the front lawn!" He yelled
after Greg's retreating back. Greg didn't respond. Brad turned his
attention to Nick who was still standing outside. "Don`t touch any of
my shit. If I come and see any of my shit missing, you`re gonna deal
with it, got it?"
"Yeah, whatever," Nick growled. He wanted nothing more than to wiped
the sneer off the other man's face, but he wanted to get this over
with as soon as possible, so he never had to see Brad again, and he
and Greg could start their relationship off right with nothing
hanging over their heads. At least, nothing like Brad and his bad
attitude.
Brad allowed him in and disappeared into his room, slamming the door.
Nick went to Greg's room saw him pulling things out of the drawer and
throwing them on the bed. Nick sat the empty boxes down and walked
over to him. "You alright?" He asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Greg stopped what he was doing and sighed. "Yeah. I just can't wait
until I don't have to come back here. He's been like that ever since
I came here, but I was too afraid to tell my parents. He didn't
always want to, you know, sleep with me. That's more of a recent
thing. One day, he just said that I should stop flaunting myself
around here, or do something about it. I didn't even know that
brushing your teeth could be a turn on for some people." Greg
laughed, humorlessly. "You know what the funny thing is?" He
continued. "My parents thought that I would be safer, better off, if
I lived with someone. Go figure, huh?" He turned towards Nick.
Nick took his face in his hands. "You are safer. You`re safer here
with me, where you belong." He leaned forward and claimed Greg's lips
in a gentle kissed that Greg returned, eagerly. They broke apart
after a moment. Nick clapped his hands together. "Okay, now let`s get
this stuff packed and ready to go!" He said, eagerly.
They spent the next couple of hours packing Greg's things. Greg
sorted his things into boxes, while Nick took the heavier things like
furniture to the truck. Nick had just taken the bed frame to the
truck, when Greg heard someone walk up behind him. Someone with loud
footsteps.
"Brad, what do you want? I don`t have any of your stuff," Greg said,
not pausing putting his clothes into a box.
"Shit, I almost forgot that you could do that," Brad said. He grabbed
Greg's shoulder and turned him around.
"Get your hands off me!" Greg hissed. He slapped the offending hand
away.
Brad sneered. "What, am I not allowed to touch you? Or did your
little boyfriend say that I couldn`t?" He asked.
Greg sighed. He wasn't going to dignify Brad with an answer.
"Why aren`t you talking, huh? You were always such a fuckin`
chatterbox, before."
"Leave me alone, Brad. I just want to get my stuff and go home," Greg
said, trying to finish packing.
Brad smirked. "And where is that? With that guy? What, I wasn`t good
enough for you? You had to get another guy who`d give you what you
wanted?"
Greg laughed. "Okay, there`s two things wrong with what you just
said. Number one, assholes aren`t good for anybody. Two, when have
you ever given me anything, think about it? I couldn`t even get
furniture because you didn`t want to give up any of your space in the
living room. Same thing for the rest of the house."
"Is that what you want? For me to give you things, give you space?"
Brad asked, stepping closer to Greg, invading his personal space. "If
you come back and give me what I want, I`ll think about giving
you what you want." He put his arms around Greg.
Greg put his hands against Brad's chest, trying to push the larger
man away. "Brad, let me go!"
"Come on, don`t be like that." Brad held him even tighter and tried
to kiss him.
"I think you`d better listen to what he says, or you`ll be dealing
with me."
Brad turned around and looked at Nick.
Greg took his distraction as an opportunity to get away. He pushed
away from Brad and moved over to Nick.
Nick had been enraged when he came back into Greg's room and saw Brad
holding Greg. The guy had just gone over the line of what Nick was
willing to accept. When Greg came over to him, he moved them away
from the door, a reassuring hand on Greg's back. "Get out," he said
to Brad.
Brad sneered at him. "Don`t tell me what to do in my own fucking
home! Just because you get to fuck him, doesn`t mean anything. He`s a
slut, he`ll spread `em for anyone. You`d be lucky if you don`t catch
anything. All my friends have had, him, don`t you know? He`s trash!
He`s-"
The last thread of Nick's control snapped. He walked forward and
punched Brad in the face. The other man fell to the ground. Nick
jumped on him, raining blows down on him wherever his fists could
make solid contact. Brad could only attempt to shield his face, which
wasn't working very well.
"Nick! Nick, please stop!" Greg pleaded. He came forward and laid his
hand on Nick's shoulder.
Nick jumped at the contact. He looked over at Greg, panting. He'd
almost forgotten that he was there, he was so focused on the red haze
that seemed to come over him. He looked back down at Brad. He'd
really done some damage. He got off the other man and backed away.
Brad sat up and spat out blood. His nose looked like it was
broken. "You son of a bitch! I`m callin` the cops." He flinched when
Nick came back over to him and thrust something in his face.
Nick held out his ID. "I am the police."
Brad's eyes widened.
Nick put his wallet back into his pocket, and stepped back once
again. "Now get the fuck out of here. If I see you anywhere near this
room before we`ve finished packing, I`ll finish the job," Nick said,
menacingly.
Brad sneered, but got up and left the room anyway.
Nick and Greg packed up the rest of his things, no Brad to get in
their way for the rest of the afternoon.
They made it home by five o'clock.
