Greg Loves Warrick, Part 2/5
Greg Loves Warrick 2/5
As We Know It
Summary: Greg is minutes away from ending his and Warrick's relationship when the other man is injured in a car accident.
Greg Loves Warrick
02. as we know it
Greg walks into the rehabilitation center with a cup of coffee in his hand. He's already been up for eighteen hours and this is his reward for a hard day, seeing Warrick. He sees Warrick nearly everyday, more often than he did before this, when they were just dating. On the few days he can't visit Rick because of work, he makes sure that Grams or Nick stop by. He figures no one should go a day without seeing a friendly face. The people at the center are friendly enough, but they aren't Warrick's friends.
When Greg walks into Warrick's room he sees Nick sitting across from Warrick in his wheel chair. He immediately turns around to leave and give them a little space. "I'll be back."
As the door swings shut, he can hear Nick say, "man, you're so lucky you've got someone like Greg." He doesn't think Warrick should feel lucky. Greg's the lucky one. Warrick's alive and well, mostly. And more than that, Warrick's letting Greg be there for him, for the first time he can remember. Warrick's been at the rehabilitation center for the last eleven weeks. He only has one more week to go before he can be moved back home as an out patient. In the last few months, Warrick's regained sensation in his legs. He's lost a little motor control, he gets weak fast, and he's been having some muscle spasms. But Greg can only think it's all a great improvement from where Warrick was not so long ago. Warrick's getting better. That's all that matters to him right now.
Nick walks out of the room and gives Greg a pat on the back. "He's all yours G. Did you get any sleep?"
Greg lies. "Yeah, a couple hours." Greg spent all his time between shift and now moving Warrick's stuff over to his place. Warrick lives in a third story apartment. It isn't handicap accessible.
He knows Warrick will be tired tonight. His visits with Nick always tire him out. For some reason Warrick feels he has to keep things light with Nick. He never talks about his injury or how he's feeling. He tells jokes and talks about sports. And it's all stupid, as far as Greg was concerned. Because at least once a week, Nick corners him and asks how Warrick is really doing.
Warrick is doing about as well as could be expected for someone in his position. Warrick was active, he had a physically demanding job. And now he is looking at the possibility of losing a job he loves and never doing the things he once enjoyed. Physically, Warrick is recovering. Emotionally...
Well, Greg suspects that he's seeing a psychologist for depression. Warrick won't talk about it with him. But Greg knows it's part of the treatment at the rehabilitation center.
Greg plasters a smile on his face before walking into the room. It turns genuine when he sees the corners of Warrick's mouth turn up. "Hey there, handsome."
Warrick's smile is gone and Greg could hit himself. His boyfriend's been sensitive about any compliments on his looks since the accident. After the swelling and bruising went down, he was left with three scars on the left side of his face. Two small ones on his forehead and jaw. A bigger one against his cheek. Warrick will always be handsome though. If anything, the scars make him look just a little less pretty and a little more dangerous, sexy. Greg has a feeling Warrick isn't ready to hear that, so he continues, ignoring his slip. "So how was your visit with Nick?" He moves to sit in the chair across from Warrick.
"It was fine."
"That's good."
"Aren't you going to kiss me hello?"
Greg barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. Greg knows how this will end and it won't be pretty. He stands up only to lean over and give Warrick a peck on the lips. Warrick deepens the kiss before he can pull away. He considers putting an end to the kiss, but knows now isn't the time to reject Warrick and it's not like he hasn't missed kissing his boyfriend.
Minutes later, Warrick pulls away in frustration, breathing a little heavily. What would usually come out as a normal request, comes instead as a hopeful, but hesitant plea. "Could you...uh, sit on my lap?"
He knows how hard it has to be for his boyfriend to ask, but he doesn't want him to get his hopes up, only to be disappointed. "Warrick..."
"Please, Greg."
He straddles Warrick's lap, his legs fitting unfamiliarly against the wheel chair. It was Warrick's favorite position before...
And it is doing nothing for him now. Greg knows what Warrick is waiting for. And Greg is hoping with all his heart that it will happen, not for himself, but for Warrick. He understands it to a certain extent. Warrick was a lot of things, a CSI, a musician, a casual athlete, an amazing lover. And right now he's looking at the possibility of not being any of these things anymore. He can't make love, can't do his job, can't play basketball or baseball, can't play piano, something Greg never thought about until Warrick pointed out that he'd never be able to coordinate his feet to use the pedals.
And now Warrick feels like less of a man because he can't get it up. Greg understans that, but he in no way thinks it is true. It is still early in his recovery. Warrick is trying too hard. And even if it doesn't happen...if Warrick is forced to take supplements...or if it just never happens, Greg will be okay with that. There's more than one way to make love. And Greg can explain all that until he's blue in the face, and Warrick won't get it.
When Warrick pulls away, Greg's lips travel to his jaw, his neck, planting soft kisses. Warrick isn't touching him anymore, his hands have fallen from his back. His body is a little more rigid. Warrick pulls away from one of Greg's kisses. "That isn't working."
"I'm not doing it to get you hard. I'm doing it because I want to. I miss you." Greg pulls back to look Warrick in the eye. "I love you."
Warrick kisses him in response. He hasn't said "I love you" since that day in the hospital months ago. Greg isn't too surprised though. He always thought that admission had more to do with the strong drugs being pumped through his system than actual feelings.
"I think I want to go to bed now."
"Okay." Greg helps him move from the wheelchair to the bed. Warrick takes off his shirt and Greg helps with his pants. Warrick gets settled in the bed and Greg stands beside it, unsure of what to do, stay or leave.
"You could rest beside me for awhile if you want. I'll set the alarm so you don't miss work."
"Thanks." Greg starts stripping down to his boxers. "I don't have work tonight though."
"Then why don't you go home and get some real rest?"
"I want to be with you."
Greg turns off the light and gets into bed beside Warrick. He rests his head against Warrick's shoulder and his arm across Warrick's chest. He closes his eyes and pretends he doesn't hear Warrick's quiet response "I don't know why," because he isn't sure of the answer either.
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Author's Notes: This is going to be a super super short fic with super super short chapters. I'll be updating it daily.