Author: Dr FooFoo PM
Random drabbles due to several games of Hangman. [NickGreg]Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Greg S. & Nick S. - Chapters: 15 - Words: 3,877 - Reviews: 48 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 03-16-07 - Published: 12-31-04 - id: 2198331
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Title: Hangman Drabble
Author: Dr FooFoo
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Note: Each drabble focuses around a word I got in Hangman. :P
Nick and Greg have always been almost polar opposites in every way. Nick's family was always strict about tradition and doing things right the first time, while Greg's mother just wanted Greg to be happy with his choices in life. Nick was tidy and kept everything in its place, while Greg's apartment was a mess of clothes, books, food -- everything he was too busy to clean up. Most of the time these differences frustrated Nick and amused Greg. Nick was always suppressing the urge to pick up after Greg and Greg always had to think twice before leaving a dirty plate in Nick's living room.
But one difference that neither complained about was the removal of clothing. Nick tugged off his shirt like it disgusted him; always pulling it up over his head and tossing it away immediately, then going for his belt. It was like a ritual or something. Not that Greg minded. He kind of liked watching Nick struggle with his clothes while trying not to blush too obviously at the attention -- it was cute though Nick would blush even more if he knew Greg thought that.
Greg, on the other hand, took his time with things. He loved watching Nick get all hot and bothered while he slowly pulled up one corner of his shirt, or unzipped his jeans and left it at that. Nick would paw at his thigh or try to take matters into his own hands, and Greg would just shush him and push his troublesome mitts away. He laughed when Nick sometimes whimpered softly or squirmed around, and kissed him and told him to be patient.
Eventually, no matter the method of removal, all clothes would come off, and both Nick and Greg could silently agree that a difference like that was hardly one to get worked up about.