Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
by
ScarletFBL
Rating: FRT-13
Around 6:30 a.m., Greg's mother called again.
Greg answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Greg, it's your mother. I just wanted to let you know that
we've landed safely. We're at McCarran Airport right now," She said.
"Oh, that`s good. Are you sure that you don`t want me and Nick to
come and pick you up?" Greg asked.
"No, Greg, that`s okay. We`ll take a taxi. I don`t want you to bother
yourself."
"It`s no bother, really, Mom."
"No, no. We`ve already called one out to us. We`ll be over there in
no time. Now, are you sure you gave me the right address?" She asked.
Greg told her the address again.
She looked down at the piece of paper that she had written it down
on. "Yes, it is right."
"Okay. Tell Papa Olaf that I can`t wait for him to get here."
"I will, Greg. I`m sure he`ll be happy to hear that. By Greg."
"Bye Mom. Love you."
"Love you, too, sweetie."
Greg hung up the phone and the put it back on the charger. He paced
in the living room for a while before he walked into the kitchen and
leaned against the counter. He started biting the fingernail of his
index finger. He winced as the nail caught on a piece of skin.
"Shit!" He hissed.
Nick walked into the kitchen and saw how worried Greg looked. He
heard him curse. "Greg, here, let me see that." He said.
Greg sighed and took his hand from his mouth and head it out for Nick
to see.
Nick tsked. "It`s bleeding a little. I should get the fingernail
clippers and cut the rest of the nail of better it gets even more
irritated. Hangnails are a bitch. Sit down in a chair for me," Nick
said.
Greg sat down and held his hand in his lap. He waited for Nick to get
back with the fingernails clippers. Nick returned with them and
kneeled, taking Greg's hand in his again. He carefully cut away the
excess nail and cut the rest of the nail so that it was as even as
possible.
"There. It shouldn`t hurt as much. You shouldn`t bite your
fingernails. It makes them all short and stubby."
Greg laughed a little. "Would you still love me if I had stubby,
raggedly bitten nails?" He asked, jokingly.
Nick was quiet for a moment. "I`d love you even if you bit your
toenails," he said, without an ounce of humor in his voice.
Greg bit his lip. He reached out and took Nick's face in his hands
and kissed him breathless. He pulled back.
Nick was grinning from ear to ear. "Damn�I`d love you even more if
you kissed me like that everyday!"
"Say that after you`ve seen me biting my toenails all day." Both men
laughed.
Nick stood up and pulled Greg up with him. He held him in his
arms. "Don`t worry. Everything will be fine. I`m sure that they`ll
see how well I am taking care of you�okay, maybe not how well
I`m taking care of you." Nick chuckled. "You get what I mean," he
continued. "There`s no way that they`ll take you home. They`ll see
how perfect we are together and they wouldn`t dare break us apart."
He ran the back of his hand down the side of Greg's face.
Greg closed his eyes and sighed. He rested his head on Nick's
shoulder. "I wish that`s how it would really turn out, but my Papa
Olaf is coming. He`s�very protective of me. He`s the one that's
sponsoring my being here in the U.S. He can decide whether or not I
stay here, too, probably even more than my parents," Greg said,
solemnly.
Nick sighed. "You know, one day, we`re going to have to sit down and
have a long talk about everything. There`s so many
things that I`ve been meaning to ask you, things I want to know, but
things keep popping up and I get sidetracked."
"Like what I study at school, why I didn`t tell you I knew how to
speak Norwegian, and why yet another person holds my future in their
hands�stuff like that?"
Nick looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, stuff like that."
"No time like now," Greg said.
Nick frowned. "No, not now. It seems like I`m trying to learn
everything about you before you leave forever."
"I could be."
"That is not right."
Greg shrugged. "Laws are different in Norway. Because of my eyes, I
will never have full control of my life."
"Well, fuck the laws!"
"Yeah, yeah, fuck them in the ass�.Look, they`re not going to change
because some blind guy wants to stay in another country with his
boyfriend. I don`t think life`s that simple, Nick." Greg pulled away
and walked into the living.
Nick followed after him. "So� what? You`ll just pack up and leave if
they tell you to? Are you going to give up on us that easily?"
Greg stopped with his back to Nick. He put his head in his
hands. "No�.Fuck! Can we not do this right now?"
"Then when?!" Nick said loudly. He was losing his temper, he knew,
but he couldn't help himself. Not when the best thing that had ever
happened to him a long time was about to be taken away from
him. "When you`re on the fucking plane? When you`ve landed back in
fucking Norway? When you`re back in your parent's and grandfather's
care like some sort of God damned infant? WHEN?!" He yelled.
Greg whirled around. "Don`t you ever, ever, talk to me like
that again or so help me God-!" He jumped when he heard a loud
banging. He turned his head towards the front door.
"Greg? Greg, open this door right now!"
A/N: Dun dun duuuuuun! XD Okay, let me just say that I know of no
such laws in Norway. Please do not come and pummel me with large
foreign law books.
