Title: Your Eyes

Summary: I’m posting this fairly quick because I have to get offline and want to post it now. This kind of went from having a point to just being some pointless but cute slash drabble, idk. I might take it off tomorrow and work with it some more for now here it is. And I’m gonna change the title.

Mom’s been calling a lot. You haven’t been home in almost a year and it’s about time you made an appearance back in the Lone Star State. It’s time for you to take a few days off and book a flight. Go home, put on your nicest shirt, eat with all the right silverware, talk shop with your father’s colleagues and say and all the right things. Mom will be happy, dad will be proud, your sisters will ask when your going to meet a nice girl because, ‘really Nicky, you aren’t getting any younger.’

You wonder where bringing up Greg would fit into all that. He’s beside you now, hogging the blankets like he always does, blonde hair flattened against the pillows, cute little snores slipping from between his lips. You wonder what your father’s face would look like if he walked into the room right now and saw you shirtless, in bed, leaning on one elbow watching another man sleep. You picture him like a cartoon character with a face apple red in anger and embarrassment, smoke billowing from his ears.

“Why are you watching me?” Greg’s eyes are sliding open now, his last few words getting trapped between a loud eccentric yawn that makes you smile.

“I was thinking about my dad”, you answer partly because it’s true and partly just to see his eyebrows shoot up the way they do.

“You’re kinda disturbing Stokes”, it’s a weird thing, calling each other Stokes and Sanders almost like their pet names. Something that never wore off from the lab has kind of transformed into an odd sign off affection. Sort of secret code for ‘I love you’, that no one at the lab thinks anything of but the two of you. You watch him stretch his arms upwards, the muscles there straining before he lets them drop down to the bed. Finally he glances at you and smiles with concern in his eyes. “You gonna talk about it or should I use my ESP”, he squints his eyes and presses his fingers against his temples, trying to read your mind. You flop down next to him, let one arm fall across his waist.

“My mom wants me to come for a visit,” you inform and he lets out a long noise of understanding.

“Is that who you’ve been having hushed conversations with this past week? I was beginning to think you had someone on the side” he jokes and turns onto his side so your staring into his eyes. You can’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

“Only my mom”, you say and he laughs.

“You thinking about your dad while you watch me sleep and cheating on me with your mom, this is getting odder and odder”, you laugh and he runs a hand over your shaved head, he wants you to grow your hair back but likes to do this, rub your head like a Buddha.

“I don’t want to go to Texas. I want to stay with you,” you whisper and his cheeks flush for just a second.

“You always liked going home before,” he observes and you sigh.

“I love my family, but the second I walk in that door it’s like I’m putting on this show, I become the guy I used to be without even trying… it’s like I resume the role I gave up when I left for college. Besides before I was never in love with you”, you reach out and run a finger along the line of his jaw, feel your heart wrench just a little when the insecurities he just can’t seem to shake creep back into his eyes.

“I don’t want things to be hard with your family because of me” he whispers and your shaking your head ‘no’ before he gets the last word out.

“Things are only better because you’re in my life Greg, things have always been hard with my family. It’s just before when they asked me if I had met that special someone I could say no without guilt, it was one less thing I had to lie about”.

“So I’m that special someone?” he asks grinning and you roll over with a laugh.

“I didn’t mean to feed your ego there gorgeous”, he just grins more,

“Gorgeous? I love where this conversation is going. Now tell me about my eyes” he jokes fluttering his lashes and you stun him by rolling over so your on top of him, straddling his waist and leaning in close to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Your eyes” you start, “are what I dream about. I love how they give away your emotions without you saying a word”, your voice grows husky, your press another kiss to his mouth, “I like the way they get a whole shade darker when your turned on”, you smile as his eyes do just that, turning from milk chocolate to dark chocolate. Another kiss, his hands slip around your back, fingers grasping your skin. Tomorrow there will be ten beautiful bruises of passion across the backs of your shoulders. You like the way he holds onto you like this, like he never wants to let go.

“I love you,” he hisses as your fingers play softly down his smooth, toned stomach.

“I love you”, the last thing you say before any attempted words because inaudible moans.

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“So what are you gonna do about your parents?” he asks some hours later while you both dress for work. You watch him slip an obnoxious t-shirt over his head and grin.

“I’m going to tell them the truth. That’s I’m sick of lying to them, that if they can’t accept me for who I am then maybe I shouldn’t go home and visit anymore, I’m gonna tell them I’m in love”. He blushes just a little.

“I’m going to become an ego-maniac if you don’t stop” he teases.

“You’re going to become an ego-maniac?” you ask as the two of you start towards the apartment door.

“Haha very funny”. In the parking lot before getting in your separate cars you pull him in for a long kiss. As he’s walking away you jokingly slap his butt and laugh at the yelp he lets out. He glances over his shoulder at you and winks.

“See you at work Stokes”

“Yea, catch you later Sanders”.