Title: None, #s 1 and 2
Pairing: Nick/Greg (do I ever write anything else?)
Summary: Two completely random drabbles.
A/N: I may turn #2 into an actual ficlet/story/thing.
Disclaimer: Drabbles are mine, but unfortunately the two lovely boys are not.
Comments/criticism welcome and appreciated.
"Nick, come here. I want to show you something," Greg says, holding out his hand.
Nick stands and walks to Greg. His face scrunches in confusion when the blonde takes his hand and pushes his middle two fingers down and shoves Nick's hand in his face, holding the thumb down.
"This means rock on or rock steady. Do you understand?" he asks.
Nick almost laughs, but Greg's expression is serious and unwavering. He nods instead.
Greg returns the nod, then lifts Nick's thumb. He smirks at the brunette, then says, "This, Nick, means I love you. There is a difference."
"Greg, what are you doing? It's not like you've never been here before. Greg? Did you hear me? What are you doing, man?"
Greg doesn't answer. He moves about the room, touching the furniture and walls gently and softly and letting everything sink in.
Nick stops Greg after several minutes and wraps his arms around his waist from behind. He presses a soft kiss to the spot where Greg's neck meets his shoulder. Greg's hands find Nick's and their fingers interlace. He tilts his head back to look at Nick.
"Nick, this house is ours now. Ours -- yours and mine."