Greg woke abruptly to a sharp banging at the door. "... the fuck?" He mumbled, his eyes crusted with sleep and his voice croaky with disuse, and he dislodged himself from the uncomfortable little ball he had settled into on the couch. He had fallen alseep watching some crappy Jane Austen movie because they're hadn't been anything else on, and so now, the bitterness he had been feeling on a daily basis was simply multiplied by his inability to find good TV.
And the fact that there was someone really angry at his door. Wait. Las Vegas Police Department? What the fuck? Was that...?
Greg hopped up from the couch, looking wary, before going over to the door of his apartment and opening it a crack. What he saw on the other side caused him to let it swing wide open. He stared at Nick in shock, being supported by what looked like two hookers, sweating buckets, his eyes bloodshot. Jesus fucking Christ.
"Greg!" Nick bellowed good naturedly, as if he were greeting an old college buddy. "Funny seeing you here!"' "He said to bring him here." One of the girls said. He was hopping in place now, but he wasn't sure if his feet were really leaving the ground. "He's on E." The other girl added, he didn't even bother trying to tell them apart anymore. It made his brain hurt. He looked down to see if what the girl had said about him was, in fact true, but he could see nothing to justify it. He manged to get his arms back, and he threw them around Greg's neck, smiling at him. "Are we having a party?" He asked. For some reason when he looked at Greg that's what he thought about. "How strange." He added out loud.
Greg's jaw dropped. He was dreaming, wasn't he? This was some sick nightmare. He really shouldn't have eaten that pizza he found in the back of his fridge. Seriously.
"E? Nick's on E? E?!" He gaped at the trio of them for a while, but Nick's bouncing up and down like that started to give him a headache. "Oh my god..." He groaned, dropping his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, looking exasperated. For a second, he considered just slamming the door in their faces, leaving Nick to his own devices
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"I never said dating a guy wasn't right!" He started bouncing again, but his feet seemed to get tangled together and he toppled over, giggling. He reached up and grabbed the waist of Greg's pants, tugging on them. "I'm dating you aren't I?" He was, wasn't he?
He looked up, the paleness of Greg's skin glowing vividly. Nick realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. And he also realized how much he liked Greg while he was not wearing a shirt. He tugged harder on the waist of Greg's pants. He wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to accomplish, but he knew he would realize it as soon as they were both wearing less clothing.
The morning after!! DUN Dun dunnnnn....csi_nick_stokesJune 5 2006, 05:14:26 UTC
Nick was first aware of the birds chirping outside. He silently willed them to shut up, but of course, they were only birds, not mind readers. And even if they were mind readers, it's not like they'd listen to him. The next thing he was aware of was the fact that someone was lying in his arms. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light, and found himself face to face with Greg. He smiled sleepily, snuggling closer to the younger man, when a light switch in his brain suddenly flicked on.
He shot up out of the bed and looked around frantically. Greg's room?! He was in Greg's room?! He looked down at himself.
He was in Greg's room naked?!
He struggled to remember last night, but nothing was popping up. Then he felt it.
He was sore.
"Oh god..." He groaned as he stumbled around the room, picking up articles of clothing and flinging them away as he looked for his own clothes.
Re: The morning after!! DUN Dun dunnnnn....___greggoJune 5 2006, 05:21:14 UTC
Greg woke up when he became aware of something moving frantically around him, saying things like "Oh God.." and generally not seeming very happy. It was annoying, because Greg had been feeling particularily happy and whatever the fuck that was was ruining it for him. He had been sleeping with Nick and... wait. Nick?
He opened a bleary eye, and as his bedroom came into focus he saw Nick pacing around, looking for his own clothes and seeming very disgruntled. He shot up into a sitting position, his eyes wide, his hair sticking out in every possible direction.
He knew the Texan wouldn't, but he remembered last night. He remembered it all too well.
He wasn't sure what to say so he didn't say anything, just kept on watching Nick with that wary expression on his face, as if he was worried the older man would explode any second.
Re: The morning after!! DUN Dun dunnnnn....csi_nick_stokesJune 5 2006, 05:27:41 UTC
Nick finally found his jeans and tugged them on. He had been about to begin searching for his shirt when he realized he wasn't the only one awake anymore. He turned to find Greg sitting up and watching him silently. Nick stood there, just staring at him.
He did that for atleast a full minute, one which felt like an eternity, until he finally snapped. "What the hell happened last night?" He shouted. "Why does it feel like I got thoroughly fucked when i'm not dating anyone, and why can't I remember it?!"
Re: The morning after!! DUN Dun dunnnnn....___greggoJune 5 2006, 05:40:02 UTC
Seeing Nick so angry only brought out the same emotions in Greg, out of defense. "I asked you the same question last night, didn't I? But you were too busy royally fucking with my emotions to care, you prick."
He was practically seething now, and not caring, he stood up from the bed and began searching for a pair of sweatpants. After he had pulled them on, he glared at Nick again. The first thing he had asked the older man last night came floating into his memory so he voiced it again. "Tell me, Nick, please explain the Stokes moral code to me, cause, gosh, silly fucking little Greg Sanders, I'm still having problems grasping it." He spat sarcastically, before continuing. "Being in a normal healthy relationship with a guy is bad, yet partying it up with two hookers and some Ecstacy is an ol' fashioned Texan good time?"
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And the fact that there was someone really angry at his door. Wait. Las Vegas Police Department? What the fuck? Was that...?
Greg hopped up from the couch, looking wary, before going over to the door of his apartment and opening it a crack. What he saw on the other side caused him to let it swing wide open. He stared at Nick in shock, being supported by what looked like two hookers, sweating buckets, his eyes bloodshot. Jesus fucking Christ.
"What the hell?"
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"Funny seeing you here!"'
"He said to bring him here." One of the girls said.
He was hopping in place now, but he wasn't sure if his feet were really leaving the ground.
"He's on E." The other girl added, he didn't even bother trying to tell them apart anymore. It made his brain hurt.
He looked down to see if what the girl had said about him was, in fact true, but he could see nothing to justify it.
He manged to get his arms back, and he threw them around Greg's neck, smiling at him.
"Are we having a party?" He asked. For some reason when he looked at Greg that's what he thought about. "How strange." He added out loud.
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"E? Nick's on E? E?!" He gaped at the trio of them for a while, but Nick's bouncing up and down like that started to give him a headache. "Oh my god..." He groaned, dropping his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, looking exasperated. For a second, he considered just slamming the door in their faces, leaving Nick to his own devices ( ... )
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He was, wasn't he?
He looked up, the paleness of Greg's skin glowing vividly. Nick realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
And he also realized how much he liked Greg while he was not wearing a shirt.
He tugged harder on the waist of Greg's pants. He wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to accomplish, but he knew he would realize it as soon as they were both wearing less clothing.
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He silently willed them to shut up, but of course, they were only birds, not mind readers.
And even if they were mind readers, it's not like they'd listen to him.
The next thing he was aware of was the fact that someone was lying in his arms.
He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light, and found himself face to face with Greg.
He smiled sleepily, snuggling closer to the younger man, when a light switch in his brain suddenly flicked on.
He shot up out of the bed and looked around frantically.
Greg's room?! He was in Greg's room?!
He looked down at himself.
He was in Greg's room naked?!
He struggled to remember last night, but nothing was popping up. Then he felt it.
He was sore.
"Oh god..." He groaned as he stumbled around the room, picking up articles of clothing and flinging them away as he looked for his own clothes.
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He opened a bleary eye, and as his bedroom came into focus he saw Nick pacing around, looking for his own clothes and seeming very disgruntled. He shot up into a sitting position, his eyes wide, his hair sticking out in every possible direction.
He knew the Texan wouldn't, but he remembered last night. He remembered it all too well.
He wasn't sure what to say so he didn't say anything, just kept on watching Nick with that wary expression on his face, as if he was worried the older man would explode any second.
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He had been about to begin searching for his shirt when he realized he wasn't the only one awake anymore.
He turned to find Greg sitting up and watching him silently.
Nick stood there, just staring at him.
He did that for atleast a full minute, one which felt like an eternity, until he finally snapped.
"What the hell happened last night?" He shouted. "Why does it feel like I got thoroughly fucked when i'm not dating anyone, and why can't I remember it?!"
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He was practically seething now, and not caring, he stood up from the bed and began searching for a pair of sweatpants. After he had pulled them on, he glared at Nick again. The first thing he had asked the older man last night came floating into his memory so he voiced it again. "Tell me, Nick, please explain the Stokes moral code to me, cause, gosh, silly fucking little Greg Sanders, I'm still having problems grasping it." He spat sarcastically, before continuing. "Being in a normal healthy relationship with a guy is bad, yet partying it up with two hookers and some Ecstacy is an ol' fashioned Texan good time?"
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