Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
by
ScarletFBL
Rating: FRT-13
"Rick. Rick, wait!" Greg huffed. He stopped outside of the restaurant
pulled his hand from Warrick's. He shook his numb hand.
The limousine had already been called for and the valet pulled up in
front of them. The chauffer came over to them from a caf� across the
street. Warrick had let him go there while they dined, otherwise, he
would have just had to wait with the car. The man's job prevented him
from fraternizing with his passengers. The chauffer checked in with
Ecklie. Ecklie nodded at something the man said and the chauffer took
the valet's place in the driver's seat. Hedges re-checked the car and
gave Warrick the thumbs up.
Warrick looked at Greg. "I`m sorry, Greg. It`s just that�." He
paused. There was no way that he could tell Greg what he was really
thinking. He doubted that what happened on the inside of the
restaurant was an accident. When the other man had been trying to
clean Greg off, his lingering touches and leering looks had told him
that much. It took all Warrick had in him not to break the other
man's hands. The man didn't know how lucky he was that Warrick didn`t
want to cause another scene and expose their presence there even more.
And Greg's lack of knowledge about the whole thing worried him. The
older the boy got, the more beautiful he became, and the more
unwanted advances he seemed to receive. He never knew about the
majority of them. His grandfather, Warrick and his other bodyguards
had seen to that.
He put his arm around Greg's shoulder. "It`s just that I know how
upset you`re going to be if we miss a lot of time from your touring
schedule, so I was in a bit of a hurry. I`m sorry for dragging you
off like that."
Greg looked like he wanted to argue further, but decided against
it. "It's okay. Let`s just get to the hotel so I can get out of these
sticky clothes," he said. He got into the limousine. The others
followed him inside.
Inside the restaurant, Nick called a waiter over to him. The waiter
immediately dropped what he was doing and came over to see what Nick
wanted.
"Did you need something, Mr. Stokes?" He said.
Nick nodded. "Yeah. I`ve decided that I won`t be needing to have my
meal prepared, after all. Give my regards to the chef," he said. He
pushed his chair away from the table. He got up.
"Of course, Mr. Stokes."
Nick walked out of the restaurant and looked down the street just in
time to see a limousine turn down the boulevard. He had a feeling
that his beautiful young man was inside that vehicle.
It was only another minute before the valet pulled up with his car.
He took his keys from the man and got in. Ordinary, he would have
driven after the car and seen where the young man lived, but he
didn't want to scared the boy off. He honestly hadn't seemed to
notice that Nick had bumped into him on purpose.
~n_n"~
Greg walked into his hotel suite and sighed. By the time they had
actually gotten home, he felt and smelled like a giant lollipop. He
grimaced a little as he pulled the sticky mess that was his pants
away from his thigh. He heard a faint crinkling noise. He stopped. He
must have had something in his pocket. He hoped that it wasn't
important, or it would have surely been ruined by now. He dug in one
pocket. Nothing was in there. He dug into the other. He pulled out a
piece of paper. It was a little wet, but not too badly. He unfolded
it and started to read it.
*"Hey, hot stuff. You looking for a good time while you`re here in
Vegas?"
"Give me a call @ 555-5380. I`ll show you a time you`ll never forget."
"Nick"*
Greg nearly dropped the note. This wasn't some sort of joke, was it?
He looked around his empty room, then at the door that lead out to
the hall. He knew that Ecklie was standing guard right outside. If
anyone had been playing a joke on him, it *definitely* wasn't Ecklie.
The man would have probably turned him into stone with a single glare
for even suggesting it. His mind turned to Hodges.
There was definitely a possibility that the other man had done this.
He played pranks on Greg on a daily basis, as long as it didn't
effect how he did his job, or interfere with his duties.
Greg sighed and crumpled up the piece of paper. He threw it in the
vicinity of the waste basket, but it didn't come anywhere close. It
just slapped against the nightstand next to his bed and fell to the
floor. He couldn't believe that he had felt a little spark of hope at
the idea that someone could have actually thought that he was worth
pursuing.
He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stripped and
got in. He washed away all the traces of stickiness and everywhere
else, just for good measure. He got out a pulled a towel of the rod
hanging off the wall. He blotted himself dry before wrapping the
towel around his hips and walking back into his room. He walked over
to the bed and picked up the clothes that Catherine had laid out for
him. He dropped the towel and put them on. He walked back into the
bathroom and fixed his hair. It was getting a bit long. It nearly
covered his ears and, in the back, it rested against his collar. He
left the top button of his shirt undone. It was hot in Las Vegas, and
Greg had requested casual clothes, but Catherine had insisted on
buying shirts with collars on them. So much for casual.
He walked to the front door and opened it. Ecklie looked down at him.
"You ready?" Ecklie asked, gruffly.
"Yes," Greg said.
Ecklie took out his cell phone and called Hodges to let him know that
Greg was ready. He was staying in a room that was further down the
hall.
Greg could already feel his excitement starting to bubble back to the
surface as Warrick walked out of his room followed by Catherine. It
was time to go.
He pulled Hodges to the side as the man walked down the corridor.
Warrick looked at them oddly, but Greg waved him of, smiling. He
shrugged and went back to talking with Catherine.
"Greg, what are you doing?" Hodges asked.
Greg waited for the others to get a little ways ahead of them before
he spoke. "David�um, did you slip a note into my pocket earlier?" He
asked.
Hodges frowned. "No, why?"
Greg bit his lip. "Are you sure? You are not playing some silly prank
on me, are you?"
Hodges shook his head. "No, I`m not, this time. Seriously." He looked
at Greg. "You`re starting to worry me a little, here, Greg." He put a
hand on Greg's shoulder, stopping him. "Did someone actually put a
note in your pocket?"
Greg shook his head. "No. It must have been something that someone
left in the trousers before I got them. You know, when people try
them on at the store? It was just a little to-do list that someone
forgot. I`ve already thrown it away," he lied. He started walking
again.
Hodges walked in step with him. "You sure? There`s not anything that
you want to tell me, is there?" He asked.
Greg shook his head. Hodges stared at him for a moment longer before
he turned away and Greg let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been
holding.
He hated to lie to his friend, but his mind was reeling. Could the
note really be from someone that wanted to ask him out?
~n_n"~
Nick walked into his room and threw his jacket onto a chair in the
corner. Even though his car had air conditioning, the long trek from
the garages to the main house left him a bit sweaty from the
sweltering heat. He started to take his shirt off.
"As much as I`d love to sit back and enjoy the show you`re putting
on, I actually came for a reason."
Nick snapped around. His eyes fell on Sara sitting on his bed. He
sneered. "Shouldn't you be in my *grandfather's* bed, and not mine? I
don`t think he`d be too happy about you being here."
Sara smirked. She got up and walked over to him. "Oh, don`t be like
that, Nicky," she cooed.
"It`s Nick, and I`ll be however the fuck I want to be." He walked
away from her and continued to take off his shirt. He ignored the low
whistle that he heard behind him. "Say what you have to say, and then
get out. I don`t have time for your shit tonight, Sara," he said, not
looking at her as he rummaged through his drawers for another shirt.
He pulled out a thin cotton one. It was vintage. He put it on.
"Nicky, Nicky, Nicky�." She let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. I want
you to stop fucking the doorman at Lotus."
Nick slowly turned around. "You are *not* trying to tell me who I can
see now, are you?"
She waved a hand at him. "No, of course not. I`m merely� suggesting
that you no longer see that nice young man. He`s the son of one of my
dear friends."
Nick snorted in and ungentlemanly fashion. "We both know that you
don`t have any friends, let alone dear ones. More like acquaintances
who are dazzled by my grandfather`s money. You just happen to be the
woman he lets into his bed every night."
She laughed. "True, but do this for me. I can`t have this getting
back to me if you break the poor bastard`s heart. I have a reputation
to uphold."
"How can I make a bad reputation even worse?" Nick asked.
Sara ignored his question and moved closer to him. She moved well
into his personal space.
Nick sneered at her, but didn't move back. He never let his guard
down around the woman. She may have had her claws in his unsuspecting
grandfather's back, but Nick stayed well clear of her when he could,
and never turned his back to her when he couldn't. She seemed to
think that it was some kind of a game, him playing hard to get, but
it wasn't. He truly despised her very existence.
"I don`t see what my grandfather sees in you�besides the fact that he
knocked you up and you had his kid," he said.
Sara smirked again. "I`m a good lay. No man is able to resist that.
You wouldn`t be able to, either, if you`d just give me the chance to
prove it to you," she said, looking at him with a lust-filled gaze.
She reached up and ran her hand down the side of his face.
Nick turned his face away in disgust. He didn't even want to touch
her to get away from him. "Yeah? Then you woke up. Stop daydreaming,
Sara." He walked past her and opened the door. "Stay in here if you
want to. It`ll be the last time you see the inside of my room. I`ll
have a guard keep you out while I`m gone if I have to." With that, he
walked out and slammed the door behind him, leaving Sara inside.
Sara's face darkened. Her jaw clenched. Nick should be glad that she
even wanted him! How dare he continue to reject her advances? No man
had ever told her no, except Nick. That made her want him even more.
She walked over to Nick's desk and picked up a ceramic figurine. She
held it in her hand and looked at it.
"This looks expensive," she said to herself. "Must be a family
heirloom." She threw it across the room and watched in satisfaction
as it burst into a million pieces as it made contact with the wall.
She composed herself and briefly checked herself in the mirror above
Nick's dresser before she walked silently out of the room.
~n_n"~
Greg bounced on the balls of his feet as he rode the elevator back up
to his room. "That was so great, Rick! I`ve never seen anything like
that. There were acrobats and showgirls," he gushed about the last
show they'd just left. "I wish we could have stayed longer."
"Not really. After that show, they were going to bring out the nude
girls. You don`t want to see that, do you, Greg?" Catherine asked.
"Um�no." Greg blushed. While Greg wasn't all that interested in the
female form, he would have like to see *any* kind of nudity, other
than his own, for the first time. He wasn't about to tell Catherine
that, though.
The elevator pinged and the doors opened on their floor. They stepped
out and dropped Greg off at his suite first, passing up their own.
Greg said good night to everyone. Hodges say goodnight, while Ecklie
simply nodded his head and they both went off to their respective
rooms, leaving Warrick and Catherine outside with Greg.
*Goodnight, little one,* Warrick said in Norwegian.
"Rick, how many time do I have to tell you that I`m not a little kid
anymore?" He walked inside his room and shut the door in the laughing
man's face. He walked over to his bed and lied down on it. He could
hear Warrick turning the door handle, making sure that the door had
automatically locked after him.
Outside, Warrick put his arm around his wife. "Cath, you really
shouldn`t tease him about stuff like that. You know that he isn`t
interested in girls, yet. I`d like to keep it that way for as long as
possible. When he starts dating, it`s going to be pandemonium." He
laughed. He opened the door to their suite and they went in. Warrick
sat down on the bed, took off his dress coat and began to undo his
tie.
Catherine laughed. "Oh, don`t worry. It was just a little teasing. I
didn`t mean anything by it. Honestly, you`re too protective of him,
sometimes," she said. "Besides, I don`t think that he`s going to be
liking girl anytime soon. They aren`t his thing."
Warrick's looked at his wife. He raised an eyebrow. "What are you
trying to say?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, *honestly* Warrick, that boy will never
like girls. He`s interested in boys."
Warrick frowned. "No, he isn`t. Why would you say something like
that?"
Catherine sat down next to him. "Because it`s true. You`re telling me
you really haven`t noticed? He`s had a crush on you for the past
three years."
Warrick's green eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
Catherine nodded. "Yes. I mean, it wasn`t ever that obvious. I don`t
think that Greg could ever be that bold. I could tell, though. Call
it woman`s/wife`s intuition."
Warrick slumped a little and looked blankly at the floor. He rubbed
at his chin. "I can`t believe that I`ve never noticed it, either. I
mean, we`ve been close since he was little. I thought that I would
have known it if he was interested in someone."
Catherine smiled and rubbed his back. "Don`t worry, Warrick. You
still know more about that boy than any of us will ever know. He
tells you everything. I guess that you really couldn`t have known
since you were the person of interest and he was trying to hide it
from everyone, especially you."
Warrick nodded, somewhat comforted. He looked at his wife. "He�
doesn`t still have a crush on me, now, does he?" He asked.
"No. He seems to have gotten over it. He still gets all flustered
around you, but that`s understandable. I think that you were the
first person that he`s ever liked like that," Catherine said.
Warrick let out a sigh of relief. "That`s good." He looked back down
at the floor, then back. He smiled. "I guess this means that I don`t
have to worry about him getting some girl pregnant and her going
after his grandfather`s money, huh?"
Catherine smacked him on the arm. "You should be glad he liked you!"
She couldn't help laughing a little. "It's so cute."
Warrick laughed and took Catherine into his arms. "I am glad. I`m
just even more glad that a certain someone likes me even more." He
leaned forward and kissed her.
Catherine pulled back and looked at him. "Says who?"
Warrick sputtered and Catherine just laughed. She pushed him down on
the bed and kissed him breathless.
~n_n"~
Greg lifted up his shirt and scratched at his stomach a little.
Twenty minutes after he had come back, the adrenaline that he been
running on for most of the day had run out, yet he still felt a
little restless. He got up and walked into the suite's sitting room.
He turned on the plasma TV and flicked through channels. He turned it
back off. Even in the U.S. there was nothing on at this time of
night. A clock on one of the glass tables had 11:56 p.m. on it. He
was so bored.
He resigned himself to going to bed. He walked back into the room and
walked over to the bed. He changed into his pajamas, which consisted
of drawstring pants and a t-shirt and began to turn the bed down.
When he pulled the comforter away from the bed it hit the piece of
paper that he had thrown near the nightstand earlier that day,
sending it scuttling across the floor. He watched as it came to a
stop in the middle of the floor.
He had forgotten all about the note. He walked over to it, and
hesitated picking it up. He looked at it like it was some kind of
overlarge bug. He took a deep breath and picked it up. He opened it
back up and flattened it out as much as he could against his leg. He
walked over and sat on his bed. He stared at it for a moment.
He bit his thumbnail. He was battling his conscience. Should he call
the number, or shouldn't he? Warrick would be mad if he did, and he'd
be in big trouble once he got home. He wasn't allowed to date. But
whoever this Nick was hadn't said that he was interested in a date,
had he? Maybe they'd just go out dancing, or out to eat, or
something, and he'd be back before Warrick even woke up. He'd come
out here to have fun. What could it hurt?
He picked up the phone a dialed.
A/N: I hope that you guys liked this chapter! Sorry to you Sara
lovers. She's a big ol' meanie in here. Thanks to csi_nikki for
showing me how to do the horizontal line break thingie, and Rhardin
for telling me what to call a dress coat!
~n_n"~
