2 comments/ 15632 views/ 10 favorites CSI: Vegas Perchance to Dream By: Pelaam Pelaam© July 2009 This was a request by Cassie * Jason looked over the rim of his cocktail glass to study his companion. Nick was doing a good job at pretending to look relaxed, but as a long-time friend, Jason could see the tale-tale signs: the finger tapping a tattoo to a beat only Nick could hear, lips pursed just a little too tightly and tiny lines around his eyes. Jason took a sip of his Cosmo and set the glass down. "Are you sure you want to stay, Nick?" he asked, his fingers briefly touching those of the older man. "It's been an hour and this isn't really your scene." "Just a while longer," Nick muttered. "I heard him say he was coming here tonight." Nick studied the gyrating forms on the dance floor. A flash of blond and he was sure he had his man. "Have you seen him?" Jason queried, seeing the sudden attentiveness of the older man. "Not sure," Nick growled. His eyes scanned the dancers once more. "Yes, there. Something's wrong," he added, surging to his feet. Jason followed swiftly, keeping Nick close as the older man spotted his quarry. "Greg." Nick growled at the sight of his friend almost draped over an older man whose eyes darkened at the intrusion. Nick did not like the almost vacant look in Greg's eyes. "Nicky," Greg slurred, transferring his arms to wrap around Nick's neck. "Is this him?" Jason asked, staring at the sight of his friend with the younger ma n swaying dangerously in his arms. "I didn't know you liked men, Nicky. I wish I'd known. Wish you liked me." Jason looked at Nick to gauge the older man's reaction, but it was plain that Nick had not even heard the words, his eyes darting into the crowd. "I think he's been given a spiked drink," Jason said, knowing it was probably unnecessary to say, but hoping it would spur Nick to make a move. "Let's get him some medical attention." Greg's reply was an unintelligible growl and Jason sighed as he followed in the angry man's wake. **** "He'll be fine. You can take him home," the nurse said with a smile. She closed the curtain across the cubicle Greg was still in. "So he's okay?" Nick asked with concern. He could scarcely believe Greg had been so stupid and anger still simmered beneath his worry. "Yes. Usually Rohypnol works its way through the system in about eight hours. Don't leave him alone and if you can't stay make sure you trust whoever he's left with. It lowers resistance when it comes to sex and amnesia usually accompanies it. I would advise you to report this tomorrow. He's not the first to be drugged and have come from the nightclub you named. He's lucky he had you there." Nick nodded tersely and thought of the angry man that had vanished so quickly. "Is there anything I need to do?" "No, he'll probably just sleep it off. Let him have water, if he wants. Remember that it has an effect on memory and may lower his inhibitions." Nick forced a smile as the nurse left them. "Can we go home now?" Jason asked, appearing from the waiting area. "You go. Sorry I've kept you out so late," Nick said. "They've told me to keep an eye on Greg. I'm not leaving him." "Ok, suit yourself. I'll be in touch tomorrow," Jason said, turning and giving a casual wave. Nick watched the other man vanish, sighed and turned his attention to the cubicle. **** Something was wrong but Greg was not sure what. He instinctively moved closer to where he was certain there was another person. He was cold and shivered. He was disorientated, unsure where he was. He was clad only in boxers and in a bed. The bed's covers raised and cold air made him shiver more. A moaned protest escaped his lips before a warm body moved to enfold him. He felt a bare chest press against his back and strong arms wrap around him. The warmth and scent were comforting and familiar. He let himself drift into nothingness. Greg was having a wonderful dream. Nick was with him, Nick was holding him. He had dreamt about the older man many times, but this dream was more realistic. It was as if he could actually feel Nick. Enjoying the sensation of the much-desired masculine body, Greg arched his back and pressed his bottom against his dream bed-mate. He heard Nick growl low in his chest and arms tighten around him. Greg leant his head back against a shoulder and rubbed against Nick's chin. Moaning softly, he tried to turn and kissed at the chin he had rubbed. He gave a sigh of pleasure. "Love me, Nicky," he begged. "Love you so much." He tried to pull Dream Nick a little closer to him. He tried to nuzzle and whined his disappointment as he was wrapped more tightly, keeping him pressed to Nick's chest. Nick simply whispered into his ear, luring him back to other dreams. Nick was in paradise and purgatory at the same time and he was also furious. He held the object of his desires in his arms, but all Greg wanted was the bastard who had drugged him. 'Nicky'. The older man could not understand why Greg had been given the Rohypnol, there seemed little need for it. Despite which there was also nothing he could do about his growing arousal at being pressed against the hot body he held. He hoped that Greg would stay asleep and not try and pursue things. He gave a tired sigh as Greg finally slipped into a deep sleep. Carefully Nick slipped out of the bed and pulled his shirt back on. With a last, longing glance at the sleeping man in the bed, Nick turned on his heel and strode from the room. **** Greg groaned as he woke, he had experienced some strange dreams and had somehow curled into a tight ball to sleep. His waking body protested the necessary stretches and he lay on his back trying to piece together fragmented memory. He gave a shocked gasp as Nick slammed into the room. "N...Nick," he stammered. "What...?" He had only dreamt of Nick in his bed. It could not have been real...could it? Before he could gather his scattered thoughts, Nick was already speaking angrily. "I understand you're a grown man, Greg, but for God's sake be careful who you want to bed. Your precious 'Nicky' drugged you last night. Rohypnol. I was assured you'd be okay by the hospital so my Good Samaritan deed is done. I can't believe you'd be so irresponsible about your choice of bed-partner. See you at work." Greg sat, the angry words flowing over him like a tsunami leaving him limp and drained in their wake. Too late he whispered the reply after Nick had gone. "But his name was Simon." **** It had been the worst three days of Greg's life. His friendship with Nick seemed in tatters. The older man seemed to be going out of his way to avoid him. He shoulders slumped even further. He remembered Nick at the club and his elation Nick might be into men. However, he remembered little else and, although Nick had called Simon by the wrong name, it did not change the fact Greg had been drugged by him. "Things with you and Nick seem a little strained," a sympathetic voice said. "Want to talk?" Catherine asked. Greg sighed, shaking his head. Then suddenly it all tumbled out; the club, the spiked drink, Nick taking care of him, Nick's anger. He sighed again. "I don't know why he thought Simon's name was 'Nicky'. But apart from that, he's kept his distance. It's as if he can't stand to be near me anymore," Greg said sadly. "Look, a call's just come through for another CSI where Nick's working. Get over there and at the end of the job take him aside and talk to him. It's not easy, but if he won't talk to you and it's hurting you so much, you have to take the initiative." "Yeah, I guess so," Greg nodded. "Okay, sure, I'll go." He took the slip of paper with the address and headed out, unaware of the concerned eyes that followed his progress. **** Greg stared at the house in which Nick was working. It seemed a straight-forward enough double-suicide. He scuffed his foot along the ground. It made sense to speak to Nick. After all, things were bad enough, they could hardly be worse. He glanced towards the overgrown expanse of backyard. No one was bothering to check too far down. Greg decided a few minutes walking around the yard would be a good idea. He waved casually to a cop in uniform he recognised and took himself down through to the overgrown plants and grass. As Greg moved forwards through the waist-high grass, he tried to rehearse what he could say to Nick to get their friendship back. He staggered forward as the ground dropped unexpectedly. As he tried to maintain his balance he heard an ominous creak and before he could cry out he was plummeting downwards. His belated shout was smothered by the well shaft he was in. Although he landed in a mix of water and mud that cushioned most of his landing, his head and shoulder struck solid brick. There was intense pain, shards of light and then darkness. **** Nick huffed impatiently. It had been over three quarters of an hour since he requested assistance. He knew Greg was in and was angry the younger man had not arrived. He snatched his cellphone and dialled angrily. "I thought you were sending help," he barked without preamble. "I sent Greg not long after you called," came Catherine's disembodied voice. "Yeah? Well he hasn't shown." "I suggest you check he hasn't started working elsewhere," the clipped voice was angry and its Arctic chill seemed to permeate the air around Nick to the extent he actually shivered. "I am going to share a couple of confidences with you, Nick and give you some information and you are going to listen, think and then go speak to Greg." "If you must," Nick growled. "Firstly, Greg may not be a saint, but he's no slut either. The only two occasions he's given himself fully to a lover, he thought they cared as deeply for him as he did for them. However, as you can see he's still alone. He has not had a relationship for quite a few months, mainly because there was someone else he wanted. Although he thought he could never have them, he didn't feel it fair to date someone when his heart pulled him in another direction." "Why are you telling me this?" Nick's voice was pained. He did not need to hear that Greg still wanted this 'Nicky'. "Because the man who drugged him was not a date or a boyfriend, just a friend of a friend he hooked up with to dance. Because that man's name was Simon. Because the loss of your friendship is breaking his heart and, finally, because 'Nicky' is his affectionate name for you. No one else. Go find him and talk to him, Nick for both your sakes." Nick was already heading out of the house before he had fully disconnected the call. 'Love me, Nicky. Love you so much.' The words had been for him. Greg loved him and he had pushed the younger man away without giving a chance to explain. He hoped Greg would be willing to accept an apology. "Hey, did another CSI arrive?" He shouted to the assorted uniformed cops still milling around outside. From amongst a chorus of 'no' he heard one 'yes'. He scurried to the source of the single affirmative. "Greg came," Nick was told. "He wanted a quick walk around before going in there. Thought he'd have got back by now." Followed by the uniformed officer, Nick hurried into the backyard, shouting Greg's name. His worry escalating as he received no response, he shouted again. Then he heard a shout from the officer searching with him. "Over here, there's some kind of well." Mentally chanting a denial, Nick hurried to join the officer, who was on his hands and knees, torch flashing, peering down the well-shaft. "He's down there alright. I'll get some help.' "Wait," Nick demanded. He grabbed the torch and checked for himself where the younger man lay. Handing back the torch, he then knelt down and positioned himself to drop into the well. "Are you crazy?" the officer asked incredulously. "Give me your hands," Nick growled. If I lower myself as far as I can, it's just a couple of feet to the bottom. I can stay with him till help arrives." The look told Nick he was regarded as an idiot, but the officer was complying and, as the other man vanished to bring help, Nick was able to turn his attention to Greg. He tapped the younger man's face, not liking how cold Greg felt. He had been down the shaft for some time. He tried for a reassuring smile as glazed orbs opened and tried to focus on him. "It's going to be okay, Greg," Nick said. "Nice to know dream Nicky still likes me," Greg murmured, his voice slightly slurred. "Not a dream, babe," Nick husked. "I'm real." He brought one of Greg's chilled hands to his lips and kissed them. He smiled as Greg's eyes widened. "Real?" the word was whispered in wonder as Greg tried to come to full consciousness. "Very real," Nick confirmed, a small smile on his lips. "I'm sorry, babe. This is all my fault and when you're out of here I promise I'll find a way to make it up to you." "Babe?" Greg echoed, his lips curving slightly. "I like that." He gave a pained moan as he tried to move and felt comforted as Nick immediately crouched beside him. "Don't move, we don't know what damage you've done." Nick's hand petted at Greg's face, concerned at the chill of the younger man and the still-glazed eyes. "Think my shoulder got dislocated. Can't tell if it re-set itself," Greg murmured drowsily. "Sore. Head aches." Nick looked critically at the younger man. There was a superficial cut over his eye, probably from falling debris, but the effect suggested another injury Nick could not see. He surmised that Greg had hit his head during the fall. The sounds of voices distracted him and Nick glanced up at the arriving cavalry. All he wanted was to get Greg safe and sound and make good on his promise. Reluctantly he relinquished his place at Greg's side in the well's shaft, acknowledging the EMT's greater need to be there. Agitatedly, Nick paced and peered as Greg was slowly brought out of the shaft. With a growl he ensured he was able to accompany Greg in the ambulance, keeping a tight hold of the unconscious blond's hand all the way. Once there he grudgingly allowed the younger man to be taken away from him to be treated. His anxiety was only appeased when finally able to sit and wait for beautiful blue eyes to open. **** Nick's vigil was finally rewarded as eyelids began to flutter and slowly, too slowly for Nick, blue eyes opened to gaze at the unfamiliar environment. "Hey, babe," he whispered, manoeuvring himself into Greg's line of vision. "Missed you." "Missed you," Greg croaked. He smiled as a cup of water with a straw was immediately retrieved. He took a couple of sips and sighed. "Better," he murmured. "What's the damage?" "Trauma to your shoulder that dislocated, it did reset but will need time to recover. You have a few stitches to the back of your head and a couple of butterfly stitches on your forehead." "Ouch," Greg muttered. Already he was beginning to be aware of the pain meds reaching the end of their effect, although it may have been psychological by hearing of his hurts. However, his mind instantly forgot all about pain as warm, soft lips covered his. He opened his mouth, encouraging an agile tongue to plunder and ravish. As Nick slowly pulled away, the sight of the older man licking his lips as if searching for the last of Greg's taste had his libido immediately interested. "Better?" the brunette asked. "Much," Greg grinned. Any further exchange was delayed as a nurse came breezing in to check on her charge. Her interruption was closely followed by Greg's doctor and both men were relieved to find Greg would be able to leave hospital quickly if he had someone to care for him. "He can stay with me," Nick offered. "You need a keeper," he winked at Greg, grinning at the blush. "In that case, if he has no adverse reactions today he can go home tomorrow," the doctor smiled as he left them alone. Nick immediately recaptured Greg's too-tempting lips. "I need to go home, babe. I'll get things ready and be back as soon as I can." "'K," Greg yawned. "Think I'll just rest a while." Nick paused at the doorway, smiling at his new lover, who was already asleep again. He grinned. He could scarcely wait to have Greg in his house. And in his bed. **** It had been over a week since Greg's fall and he was still living in Nick's home, both men happy with the arrangement. They were currently sitting on the settee, absently watching but not watching a baseball game. Greg was cuddled tight against Nick's side. Nick looked at the younger man questioningly, and finding the answer he wanted in those expressive, cerulean orbs, he pulled Greg impossibly closer to him. Their lips met furiously, hungrily as they slid over each other. Mouths opened, tongues teased, teeth clashed. They were driven apart only when they could no longer deny their bodies' demand for air. Greg climbed onto Nick's lap as he sought the older man's mouth, needing the feel of their lips pressing close, sharing panting breaths, the feel of skin on skin as he burrowed his hand under Nick's shirt. Nick leant back into the couch, allowing Greg to take control. He was willing to do whatever the younger man wanted, to go as far as Greg wanted, to share everything; his body, his heart, his future with the beautiful blond. Greg's hands roamed Nick's chest as he attacked the older man's mouth. His tongue slid into Nick's mouth as he began to unbutton his shirt. As he finished with the shirt, Nick slipped Greg's t-shirt over his head. Greg lowered himself against Nick and groaned as their bare chests met. Nick ran his hands from Greg's shoulders down to the waistline of his sweat pants. He gripped the cheeks of Greg's bottom and pulled him tightly to his body. He was gratified to hear Greg whimper as he felt the solid bulge of Nick's arousal. They instinctively began to grind against one another. Greg made a small, satisfied noise when Nick grabbed hold of him and crushed him in strong arms. Warm lips covered his and a hot, fluid pulse flooded Greg's lower belly then suffused his entire body. He was like a living flame encased in a shell of flesh and the older man's touches were making him burn ever hotter, ever brighter. Nick's hands on his body felt like brands marking and claiming him for eternity. In his turn, Nick revelled in warm, smooth flesh that responded eagerly to his touches. He thrust his tongue into Greg's wiling mouth, plundering and possessing in equal measure, as a prelude of what was to come. The younger man returned his ardour with matching need, slim fingers caressing every part of the older man's muscular body that they could reach. He was therefore surprised when Greg suddenly pulled away from him and stood up. "Are you all right, babe?" His answer was a smile and a slight tug on his hand as the younger man pulled him up off of the couch and towards the bedroom. He looked into the impossibly lust-darkened eyes. "Are you sure Greg?" This was their night, the night they would consummate their new relationship, their love. They had kissed, touched, talked. Nick had been certain of his feelings for the blond, but Greg had wanted to wait, to recover a little, to make sure Nick was not just feeling euphoria following the accident. Nick had never been more certain of anything else in his entire life. It seemed as if he was made to be with this beautiful, young man. By answer Greg pulled him through the bedroom door and began to unbuckle Nick's belt. Before he could finish, his shaking hands were covered by his lover's. He moaned softly as he was pulled into a tight embrace by the older man. He wanted this so much. He hooked a lithe leg around Nick's waist, relishing the groan it engendered from deep in the older man's chest. With a deep breath, Nick pulled away from his lover and ran his hands down Greg's sides. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the sweat pants and pulled them slowly down long, lean legs. Kneeling, he removed Greg's socks and the pants. Looking up at his lover, he placed reverential kisses on Greg's lower stomach, either side of the modest treasure trail. CSI: Vegas Perchance to Dream A soft cry escaped Greg as his shaft twitched in response to Nick's hot breath blowing across its weeping head. He closed his eyes and leant his head back as Nick placed a kiss there, too. Nick suddenly stood up and moved Greg to the bed. Stretching the younger man out, he straightened up and removed his own shoes, socks and pants. He lay down, stretching his body against Greg's. They seemed to fit perfectly in one another's embrace. For Nick it felt as if he was home. "Nick, this feels so right," Greg whispered wonderingly as Nick's warm body met his. "I've wanted this for so long now," Nick murmured against Greg's lips. The younger man opened his mouth under Nick's amatory assault. As they continued to kiss, Greg ran his hands down Nick's muscular sides. One of his hands slid around behind Nick, pulling him closer, tighter, relishing his weight and heat. The other hand encircled Nick's eager arousal and then Greg began to descend the older man's body. Greg looked up, eyes so darkened that only a rim of blue remained. He lowered his mouth toward the upstanding rod. The younger man held the elder's gaze as his lips closed around the head of the erect shaft and he sucked slowly. Nick grabbed his shoulders and he stopped. Raising his eyebrows, Greg waited, letting Nick tell him what he needed. Nick took several deep breaths. He had experienced blowjobs before, but they had not felt this erotic. He was convinced he was about to erupt like a horny teenager from just a few seconds of sucking. His stamina was normally much better. He looked at Greg awaiting his pleasure so patiently. His lover's touch felt good, better than good, incredible, indescribable. He eased his hands from Greg's shoulders nodding. Greg enveloped the hard length to its base. Nick groaned and leaned back, awash in new sensations. The blond caressed muscular inner thighs as he worked the straining shaft. While Nick groaned and trembled, the younger man licked, sucked and nibbled at the hot organ, arousing his lover to a fever pitch. "Greg, gonna... gonna come," Nick moaned breathlessly, clutching the sides of Greg's head. Greg relinquished the pulsing shaft slowly, pulling his lips from his treat with a lascivious slurping sound. "Not yet," he husked. "I have other plans for Little Nick. I want you to make love to me," Nick enveloped the slighter body in his arms and hugged fiercely. He ran his hands and lips over beautiful, bare flesh as Greg shivered, soft, wordless sounds of pleasure spilling from kiss-swollen lips. The words were almost enough to tip Nick over the edge. Moaning into Greg's mouth, he rolled over onto the smaller man. They both groaned at the feel of their erections brushing together as Nick settled between Greg's legs. "Nick, I...need...need you inside me," Greg gasped between Nick's powerful strokes of his body. He was almost begging. "I don't want to hurt you Greg." Nick wanted Greg so much that his desire was a physical ache. However, he was still wary of hurting the younger man. "You won't," Greg said with conviction. A tube of gel was pressed into Nick's hand and he met the eager gaze of his lover. He squeezed some onto his fingers, rubbing them a little to warm the viscous fluid. They had talked about this, Nick knew how much it was what Greg wanted and, deep inside, it was what he wanted, too. He wanted to be inside the beautiful, younger man, to possess him intimately, to surround himself with Greg's tight heat. The thought made Nick's eager erection throb dangerously and he took a deep, steadying breath. He took Greg's erection into one hand and moved the other to the downy declivity of the younger man. His questing fingers quickly found the small, puckered opening as he stroked hard, damp flesh. He felt a thrill of power, love and lust as the blond quickly began to moan and move against his stroking hand. He leant forward to capture lush lips and used the distraction to slowly push a finger into his lover's tightly furled flesh. He heard a small whimper, a mix of want and need, as his lover adjusted to the welcome intrusion. He felt Greg quickly relax and pushed in a little deeper. He began to rotate the digit, slicking and stretching the narrow channel. He sought and found the small nub. Greg gasped and pushed back and he slipped in a second finger in whilst continuing his loving assault on his mate's sweet spot. "More, Greg?" the older man asked, watching his young lover writhe beneath him, swelling with pride at the thought he was responsible for Greg's arousal and pleasure. "Please, Nicky, yes, more," Greg was almost incoherent, Nick might have been inexperienced in making love with a man but his was a fast learner. He groaned his approval as Nick added a third finger and continued to stroke him as he stretched him. He reached to caress the older man's chest, shoulders and arms, soft sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips. "So good, want you so much." He could not suppress the whimpered denial as Nick removed his hand and looked up at his lover with passion-clouded eyes. Smiling lovingly, Nick retrieved the lube to coat his aching erection which jutted forward as if straining to bury itself where it belonged. "Let me, please, Nicky," Greg begged, reaching to the older man. Squeezing some of the cold gel onto his fingers, he used the other hand to trace the broad planes of Nick's chest, marvelling at the expanse of sweat-sheened skin. As he coated his lover's impressive organ, he pinched and rolled taut, espresso nipples, grinning delightedly at the moans and instinctive rocking of the older man. As Greg finished he lay back and watched the older man hungrily. Nick concentrated intently as he placed the head of his erection at the still-tight entrance to Greg's body. Moving slowly and carefully, he pushed passed the initial resistance. A slight shadow of pain was on Greg's beautiful face as his lover tried to relax his body. Nick positioned himself on elbows and knees and, leaning down to give Greg a soft, sweet kiss, gently pushed forward into searing heat. As his pelvis met Greg's buttocks, Nick pulled back a little and looked into eyes filled with love and awe. "I love you," Greg." With a groan of his own, Nick rocked up into tight heat. He eased back and pushed forward again beginning an age-old rhythm. "Oh, Nicky, yes," Greg moaned as a bolt of pure bliss blasted through him. Nick was already giving him physical pleasure the likes of which he had never experienced before. But it was the older man's declaration that made Greg's heart soar. Another movement and another yelp of approval fell from Greg's lips. The blond's eyes darkened as the shaft impaling him rubbed relentlessly against his sweet spot. There was no fumbling, no need for adjusting. Nick was simply a perfect fit, stimulating all the right areas effortlessly as if they had been made to complement each other. "You want me to do anything else, Greg?" Nick's voice was a low, sultry purr. At Greg's obvious pleasure the older man's confidence was flying high "I don't know what I want. I can't think when you do that," Greg moaned, his head thrashing from side-to-side "When I do what? This?" Nick asked innocently before his teeth pulled on a succulent nipple. "Oh, oh, yes." "Or perhaps this?" a roll of his hips accompanied Nick's words. His reward was a deep groan from his young lover. Nick could see Greg was lost in the maelstrom of sensations as he stimulated as many erogenous zones as he could reach. His lover's arousal was at a fever pitch of clutching limbs and incoherent pleas for release. Nick was delighted by the effect. "Don't stop, please don't stop. Let me come, Nicky, need to come, please." Greg was reduced once more to moans as the thrusting rod elicited inexorably stronger waves of pleasure. The older man's lips, teeth and tongue on the fragile flesh of his neck and defenceless nipples sent shocks of liquid heat from his groin to blaze throughout his body. He was certain he could see stars as every stroke of Nick's shaft hit his pleasure spot. Greg wanted to keep his eyes open, wanted to watch as Nick thrusts increased in intensity and fervour. However the pleasure was too overpowering. He felt his groin begin to tighten and knew that he would come soon. As if aware of Greg's closeness to completion, Nick made one last, deep thrust and froze, buried as far as he was able, before spurting warmly inside Greg's body. It was almost timed to perfection. Greg was just one pulse behind, his release sending molten seed to pulse hotly between their stomachs. Nick groaned his completion, the thought of his essence filling the contracting channel of the younger man adding to the euphoria of his orgasm. He forced his eyes to open and to see the younger man in the throes of his passion. Nick knew it was the most beautiful and erotic sight he had ever seen. "Love you, Nicky," Greg murmured, his hands lovingly framing Nick's face and drawing him down for a soft kiss. "I love you, babe," Nick replied, nuzzling at the sweat-damp skin of Greg's temple. "You ready for me to move?" At Greg's nod, he eased from the warm, snug haven. He kissed Greg as he reached for the wetted cloth and soft towel already laid out and cleaned them both. Dropping them to the floor, Nick settled quickly, holding Greg to him. They lay entwined caressing, kissing and murmuring words of love that flowed effortlessly back and forth between them. "I love you, Nicky," Greg whispered, snuggling close. "I love you, too, babe," he replied, dropping a kiss into the blond's hair. "Just rest a while. It's nice to hold you." "Mmm," Greg agreed. All he ever wanted and needed was in the shape of the man who held him in a secure embrace. Greg smiled against the warm chest. As soon as he was rested, he wanted to make love with Nick again. He pressed a kiss to the skin pressed against his lips as his imagination soared with various possibilities.