TITLE: Learn to Share

AUTHOR: Demon Faith

SPOILERS: Burked

SUMMARY: Glasses, bites and dogs help Greg learn to share

NOTES: Point of interest – only after writing this did I learn that the Labradors belonged to George Eads. I just see Nick as a dog person.

Greg cracked open an eye and glanced at the clock. He stifled a groan and rolled into the space his lover had just left.

A kiss to his nose produced a smile and he opened his eyes again, then grinned broadly.

“You’re wearing your glasses.”

“My lenses are sticking.”

He trailed a hand down the smooth , then ruffled Nick’s short hair.

“Need to sleep more.”

“Duty calls.”

He tried to shift away, but Greg held on, and Nick pulled them both upwards.

“They can wait. The body’s not going anywhere.”

Nick shot him a look and prised off his hands. Greg blushed guiltily.

“Okay, I know. I’m selfish.”

Nick grinned and kissed him softly.

“Tonight, I promise.”

~

A soft hiss and a stream of curses guided Greg to their bedroom. He pushed open the door and watched Nick struggle with a tube of cream. He waited a few moments, studying the dipped head of tousled hair, only an edge of pouting lip visible. Damn, but Nick was beautiful.

“Ouch. Still itching?”

Greg took over, rubbing gently at the red sores as Nick leaned on his shoulder.

“You’re distracting me.”

Nick pulled his lips away from Greg’s neck and smirked at the amused frown.

“Sorry – too tempting.”

“Some people make out over candlelight. We go for bug bites and...is this dog hair?”

Greg watched Nick’s face light up, and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Two golden labs, pedigree. No user should own dogs like that.”

“Nick Stokes, defender of canine freedom everywhere.”

Nick swatted him lightly, but it turned into a caress, drawing them both down.

“We should get a dog,” Nick said, absently rubbing Greg’s arm.

“And when would we walk it? Feed it?”

“We could get a sitter,” he defended, and Greg shot him a ‘get real’ look.

“Besides, I like you all to myself.”

“We need to work on your possession issues. Like Gris with the coffee....”

“Hey, that’s good coffee!”

Nick silenced the protest with a kiss, and Greg melted. Sinking into Nick’s chest, he heard a husky voice whisper “I like your coffee.”

“And what else do you like, Mr Stokes?”

Pinning him gently, Nick licked his lips.

“Why don’t I explain?”