Pairing: Nick/Greg

Rating: NC-17

Author's Note: Ha! I did it! I actually finished a multi-chapter story! Thanks for all the great reviews so far, and enjoy the smutty last chapter.

It's nothing I planned

And not that I can

But you should be mine

Across that line

Forever. That's how long he had been waiting. Forever, his whole life, his entire existence. Forever. He'd waited forever for love, true love, the kind whole books of poetry are written about.

He was convinced he had it in second grade, before the concept of sexuality caught up to him, when he wrote a valentine to Lucy, a small blonde girl of the same grade who Nick shared a coat cubby with. They had one play date in which Nick confessed he was going to marry her. Lucy said the same, and they were happily, innocently "in love" for the rest of the year. She wasn't in his class the next year and he forgot about her.

Rebecca, the cheerleader he lost his virginity to his Junior year, told him she loved him. He thought it meant something profound, that just by saying it it must be true. He avoided analyzing that he felt nothing for the girl, not a twinge of anything but admiration and slight pity that the boy she gave her everything to could never really love her back.

He learned in the relationship with Rebecca that love was fabricated and gaudy; for show. He said it many times afterwards, to girlfriends who were always the first ones to offer the sentiment. He responded the way you automatically respond, "You too" when someone says "Happy new year". It was sad, pathetic really, that he knew this of love. He wanted more, always, wanted something to sing over, dance over, lose his mind over.

And it was ridiculous, funny, humorlessly ironic that true love, the kind you see in movies and read about in books, had been directly in front of him for years. Nick had decided that denial in a person like him was more powerful than love in anyone else. He didn't have the brain space to analyze whether or not this was normal, because he was so unequivocally, shamelessly, gapingly in love with the lab tech working in the glass-lined room across from him to think of anything else. He felt giddy, he felt naive, he felt stupid, all at the same time. Every once in a while, Greg would look up to see Nick staring at him, and just give him this incredible, knowing smile that, naturally, Nick tried to pretend he didn't notice.

But there was no use. He was Romeo to Greg's Juliet, Leo to his Kate, Elizabeth to his Mr. Darcy, whatever clichéd way you wanted to phrase it. As much as he tried to remain suave and in control, he was slowly losing cognition of his body. He swore even the ability to feel pain was dulled. And it was making him act entirely on impulse.

Walking into the DNA lab, wordlessly he grabbed Greg's hand and dragged him into the locker room, checking there was no one to see them before he put both hands firmly on either side of Greg's face and pulled him in for a hard, desperate kiss lasting as long as their lungs would permit.

"Well, hello to you too," Greg said, delighted and out of breath, when they finally broke apart.

"I've been wanting to do that all day, G," Nick responded.

Greg shrugged, innocently, "Interesting, I've been so absorbed in samples all day I totally forgot you were even in the building," he teased.

Nick smiled and rolled his eyes before pulling Greg in for another long, scathing kiss. Tongues explored every nook and cranny of each other's mouths, and hands roamed up and down "safe" areas of each other's bodies; back, neck, arms.

"Someone could see, Nick," Greg said, looking around to make sure no one was walking by.

"Tonight, my place, six o'clock," Nick whispered in Greg's ear, completely ignoring Greg's concern.

"Does this mean you're ready, Nick?" Greg asked, voice tainted with one part humor, one part complete seriousness.

Nick just nodded. "See you later," and he left Greg standing, dumbfounded, in the locker room, lips swollen and cheeks flushed.

Greg had knocked exactly at six o'clock. Nick decided his annoying habit of being exactly on time was just something he was going to have to get used to, and he threw on a tight fitting sage green T-shirt before answering the door to a beaming Greg, holding a bottle of white wine.

"You don't really seem like the flowers type of guy," Greg said, holding out the bottle of wine to Nick.

Nick chuckled, taking it from him. "And I never pegged you for a wine guy."

"Hey, can't I be a connoisseur at heart?"

Nick laughed at the younger man. "Come in."

Once inside the doorway, the men exchanged a quick kiss before Nick invited Greg to sit down at the small dining room table in Nick's kitchen. He proceeded to explain how properly prepared black eyes peas were an essential key to any meal, and just how much sugar is too much to add to sweet tea. Greg was finding his Texas charm…charming, and any initial uncertainty quickly faded as the boys sat down for dinner and exchanged easy conversation about work, friends, vacation plans, whatever.

"Nick, let me just ask, just for the sake of curiosity…" Greg began, trailing off.

"Mhm?" Nick encouraged, taking a small sip of wine.

"What made you change your mind?" Greg responded in a soft, slightly uncertain voice. "I mean, what made you decide you were…ready?"

Nick laid his fork on the side of his plate and took a deep breath.

"Something you said, G," He began. "About hiding from myself, and never allowing myself to be happy. I just…wanted that to change. I wanted to be able to enjoy myself, and more importantly, I really, really wanted…you. I know what you said, but I was still a little afraid you'd get sick of waiting for me, G."

Greg placed one of his hands over one of Nick's, which had unknowingly clenched into a tight fist.

"That's not true, Nick," He said. "I would have waited forever." Nick smiled and Greg gave his hand a squeeze. "Don't get me wrong, though, I'm not unhappy you chose sooner rather than later."

Both men laughed, and finished up their meal before Greg began clearing the dinner plates. Nick couldn't help but notice how fitting, how appropriate it looked to have Greg walking around his kitchen. There was nothing about it that didn't belong.

The muscles on Greg's back rippled through the fabric of his shirt, and before he knew it, Nick was walking up behind Greg, placing one hand around the younger man's stomach and using his other hand to stroke Greg's back.

Greg relaxed into Nick and let out a sigh. "Hey there," he said.

Nick placed a kiss to Greg's collarbone and slowly trailed up to his neck, finally reaching his earlobe, flicking it with his tongue. Greg moaned and threw his head back.

Nick moved both hands to Greg's hips and squeezed, teasing Greg's ear simultaneously. Greg threw one hand behind him and ran it through Nick's hair before Nick spun him around and kissed Greg forcefully on the mouth. Greg's tongue snuck out and teased Nick's bottom lip, requesting entry which Nick granted. Greg's mouth tasted smoky, and well as the lingering taste of white wine was present as well. But there was something else, too; Greg tasted how he smelled; fresh and distinctive, and purely Greg.

Nick moved his hand down to cup one of the globes of Greg's ass, making him giggle, before Nick thrust himself, his whole body, into Greg, and the men ground their erections against each other.

Nick moaned loudly, and Greg kissed him again until they ran out of air. Greg rested his forehead against Nick's as they continued to move desperately against each other.

"Nick…" Greg began, "If this is going too fast…"

Nick cut him off with another heart stopping kiss, and any doubt Greg might have had that the older man didn't want to continue with their little interaction quickly flew out the window.

"Good," Greg gasped. "Because I am about five seconds away from dragging you into your bedroom and blowing the fuck out of you."

Nick smiled down at Greg, before Greg grasped his hand, and led Nick through the unfamiliar house into what he could only assume was Nick's bedroom. Nick didn't protest, so he guessed he was right.

Once inside, Greg slammed the door and pulled Nick's shirt over his head before quickly discarding his own. Nick's chest was now slammed against Greg's as they kissed again; flesh to flesh, skin to skin. The heat radiating from Greg's body was astounding to Nick, and Nick's touch was so electric to Greg he was surprised there weren't actual electric sparks flying between them.

Nick thrust his tongue into Greg's mouth and let his hands roam all over Greg's naked back, over bones and muscle and elevated scar tissue . Greg had one hand around Nick's neck, the other roaming through his hair, before he moved his right hand down Nick's chest, slowly, finally reaching his pants and stroking Nick's growing erection through the denim.

"Greg," Nick moaned into Greg's mouth.

"Want to taste you, Nicky," Greg responded.

Nick moaned again. Just the man's words made him want to throw Greg onto the bed.

Nick smiled as Greg pushed him backwards onto the mattress, where he made short work of taking Nick's pants and boxers off, sliding them over toned legs, before removing his own jeans. Beginning with his shins, Greg kissed and licked and sucked Nick, past his knees, over his thighs. Greg encircled Nick's member with his hand, not moving, just holding, feeling Nick's arousal. Greg loved that he was the one to make Nick so hard. Teasingly, he sucked the sensitive crook where Nick's thighs met his pelvis.

Nick moaned half in arousal, half in frustration. "G, God, Greg…" He chanted.

"You ready for this, baby?" Greg asked.

"So ready, G," Nick said in a low, clouded voice. "Wanted you…so long…"

Slowly, Greg licked a stripe across the slit on the top of Nick's member, making him buck and moan Greg's name. Greg smiled shamelessly before he took Nick's impressive girth almost fully into his mouth.

"G, God," Nick moaned. He didn't think he'd ever felt anything so good, so amazing. Greg's hot, wet mouth encircling him made him see stars. He ran his hand through Greg's short hair and Greg placed one hand firmly on Nick's hip to keep him from thrusting into his throat as he continued to take Nick into his mouth.

Nick moaned in frustration when Greg's mouth left him, only to moan for a very different reason a few moments later when he began licked and sucking Nick's balls, still stroking him gently with his hand.

"Fuck, Greg, fuck," He said loudly.

Greg hummed. "You like that, baby?" He said wantonly.

"Fuck, G, you're…incredible…I'm gonna… fuck!"

Greg took Nick into his mouth again and in one move, Nick was lost, shooting his seed into the back of Greg's mouth.

Greg swallowed Nick's juices happily and released him with a loud pop. The ecstasy still circling through Nick was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and Greg slowly kissing and biting and licking his way up Nick's body didn't even register with him until the younger man gave him a demanding kiss. He was oddly enchanted by the taste of himself on Greg's tongue, and moaned into the kiss.

"Fuck, G," he said, still panting. "Where the…how the…fuck!"

Greg chuckled and ran his hands up and down Nick's muscular stomach.

"I take it you like my work?" Greg asked teasingly.

"Mmm, I definitely like your work," Nick responded, his heart still racing. "You know what else I like?" He asked in a low, breathy voice. Greg smiled innocently.

Nick moved his hand down Greg's stomach and stroked the younger man through the obviously strained boxer shorts he was still wearing.

"Nick…oh…you don't have to," Greg said, trying to think coherently. "I mean, I know this is your first…fuck!"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before Nick snuck his hand under Greg's boxers and wrapped his bare palm around Greg. Oddly, it didn't bother Nick to feel another man's erection in his hand, he felt completely at home, like he'd done this a million times before. Nick kissed Greg's neck as he continued stroking the younger man.

"Do you mind if I…I mean…can I just…touch?" Nick whispered into Greg's ear, suddenly flushing as he felt a little ashamed of his lack of experience.

Greg kissed him. "Nick…oh…you can do whatever you want to me, whatever you feel comfortable with, just…fuck…please don't stop…"

Nick couldn't help a smile. "Never, G."

Nick stroked Greg's member, increasing his speed as Greg's breathing became more shallow. Greg couldn't help but buck into Nick's touch, which was increasingly more amazing than even in his fantasies. Greg could feel every part of Nick's calloused hands stroking him.

"Nick, God, Nick, fuck…I'm gonna come, Nick…please," Greg said, grasping the arm Nick was stroking Greg with so hard Nick was sure it was going to leave very obvious and welcomed bruises.

"Good, G," Nick said, "Come for me."

With a few more strokes, Greg screamed Nick's name and did just that, bucking his hips one last time before his seed covered Nick's hand. Nick thought he'd never seen anything as beautiful as watching Greg climax. His face flushed, his eyes shut closed, he bit his lower lip so hard Nick was afraid it would draw blood.

"Shit, Nicky," Greg said when his blood pressure returned to normal level. "I…you're…that was…incredible." The flush on his face increased when Nick smiled at him before crashing their lips together. They tasted each other thoroughly before pulling away for air.

"G…" Nick began.

Greg gave him a reassuring smile.

"I love you."

Hearing Nick say those words nearly made Greg's heart stop.

"I love you too, Nicky," He shot back without hesitation.

"No, Greg, I mean I really, really love you."

Greg's eyes filled with moisture. After years of secrets, hiding, unrequited feelings, hearing Nick's words made him want to break into song.

He placed a tender kiss to Nick's lips.

"I know, baby," He said quietly. "And I'll never get tired of hearing that."

If I traded it all,

If I gave it all away for one thing,

Wouldn't that be something?

Fin