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When Nick emerged from the bedroom the next morning, Monroe was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. The older man shoved a bagel and cup of coffee at him as he sat down. "Eat. Then we need to talk." Nick looked at Monroe apprehensively as he ate. The Blutbad was looking out the window, but Nick could tell he was thinking and not enjoying the scenery. The detective knew he could no longer dodge the questions that had been festering in the back of Monroe's mind since that Saturday morning. He had said they would talk about it sooner or later. Deciding it was time to get on with it; the detective pushed his plate away and took a deep breath. Monroe turned to him, his expression calm, but Nick would see a bit of distress behind the wolf's brown eyes. "So when were you planning on telling me that you've never slept with men before? I mean, what happened exactly? Were you experimenting with that kid?"
Nick sighed, he wasn't even sure he knew the answers to those questions himself. "I don't know, part of me says never, another part knows that you were going to figure it out anyway. I was feeling pretty despondent and at the time I was pretty confused about my feelings for you; the whole never felt this way for a guy thing. And since there was no indication that you felt anything but friendship towards me, I felt a little lost. And having sex with Barry wasn't anything like that. I needed someone and he was there. I admit that I was pretty trashed." Monroe frowned and was about to say something, but Nick stopped him. "I know it was reckless and I wasn't in the right state of mind, but you know how I feel Monroe. For me Wesen aren't any different than anyone else. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me."
Nick watched as Monroe struggled not to yell at him. When it looked like he had gotten himself under control he ground out, "Yes, you and your instincts, well I guess then you can see why I thought what I did. It totally looked like you attacked each other. What did you actually think was going to happen? I mean we Wesen can get pretty intense, but we normally don't leave that many bites and bruises, even on casual bed partners."
Nick blushed. He had just wanted to feel something instead of the empty pit of despair that had been threatening to swallow him up. At that moment, in his inebriated state of mind, the warmth of another body, the pain of each other hands and mouths over each other and the excitement of something foreign had ignited a spark in the void surrounding his heart. He didn't regret his first time and in a way he was lucky that it had lead to his current circumstance. Monroe was studying him as he puzzled through his thoughts. He could see that the young detective was struggling to articulate something painful so he motioned to Nick that he wasn't finished with what he had to say.
"Nick, I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know what you think it is like to be with a Wesen and I am not going to pretend that you have any illusions about other men. I want you to know what it is like to be with me." He reached across the table and cupped Nick's jaw, leaning forward he gently placed a warm kiss on his lips. "I have to confess that I am absolutely pissed at you for sleeping with that Jägerbar cub first, but I understand why it happened. The only thing I am confused about is what happened last night."
Nick thought he might die of embarrassment and relief at the same time. At least he knew why Monroe had destroyed his guest bedroom, and it gave him a bit of reassurance that Monroe felt enough about him to be jealous. In that one statement, the older man had managed to blow away any doubts Nick had over what was happening between them, and at the same time declare a good measure of understanding, possessiveness and concern. He searched for the right words, "About that, I was freaked out because it was so different from I've experienced before. The intensity that I felt for you at that moment scared me."
Monroe's expression grew deadly serious. His eyes filled with pinpoints of red as he stood and pulled Nick up from his chair. Raking his gaze over the young detective, he pinned him against the table, "Well I hope you are prepared," he breathed into Nick's ear, "I'm going to make love to you, devour you, make you scream my name and beg for me to keep going." Nick shivered. The dark promise in Monroe voice inflamed every inch of his body. His mouth came down and captured Nick's in a kiss that had him seeing stars.
It wasn't at all what Nick pictured his first time with Monroe to be like. The Blutbad had taken his hand and lead him up the stairs, smiling at him almost shyly. It was a stark contrast to the heated words said moments ago. Neither of them were dressed in much, and it almost struck Nick how amusing it was that both of them were wearing old t-shirts and sweatpants, hardly romantic or sexy. As Monroe slid his hands up his sides, pulling off his shirt, Nick wondered if the Blutbad had already done his Pilates for the day. The entire situation was surreal for him, the almost reverent way that Monroe looped his arms around him and leaned into him. He could feel the soft scratch of Monroe's beard as he placed small kisses over his neck and shoulders. Nick placed his hands under the wolf's shirt feeling the warm skin jump as he traced his fingertips over the curve of his back. Contact was broken for a moment as the shirt fluttered off to join the one already on the floor.
Firm hands lowered him down and he drew his legs up to help the other remove the rest of his clothes. Scooting up the bed he watched as Monroe opened the bedside drawer and set a new bottle of lube on it. He looked up at Monroe questioningly. The older man blushed, "I was being optimistic and sort of hoping for this for a little while now." Nick laughed and opened his arms as Monroe knelt on the bed. He pulled him down in a loose embrace and proceeded to kiss him leisurely. Their mouths open and tongues sloppily playing with each other.
Nick and Monroe make sweet sweet love that is so intense Nick passes out afterward. It could have been minutes later or hours when Nick came to, opening his eyes with considerable effort to see the ceiling above him. Monroe's pressed against his side, his head propped up on one elbow. The wolf was smiling down at him with a slightly smug look on his face. Nick didn't know if he could trust himself to speak at the moment, his emotions running too high. He's still feeling fuzzy and everything aches pleasantly to the point that he just wants to lie there forever. If he didn't know better he'd swear his fingers and toes were tingling, after effects of the mind-blowing orgasm he just had. "I'm going to clean us up a little." Monroe says as he climbs off of the bed and heads toward the bathroom. Nick can hear the sound of the tap running and moments later the Blutbad saunters back in the room with a couple of damp washcloths.
He's a bit sensitive as the cloth is run over his body but Nick doesn't mind because he would rather not be sticky. Monroe is quick to finish and surprises the young detective by dropping the towels on the floor. Nick's expression prompts Monroe to nuzzle against him whispering in his ear, "It's nice lying here with you and I really don't want to get up again." Monroe slides back into the bed next to him and Nick turns toward him welcoming the warm embrace.
The young detective decides that he could get used to this. He doesn't have to endure coming home to an empty house, eating meals in the bare kitchen or being alone during his time off. He doesn't feel like he has to struggle by himself when things get a little Grimm. Monroe's filled up all the spaces in his heart with his accepting demeanour and easy companionship. A slow teasing smile creeps on his face as he looks up at the man holding him. "I think I like having sex with you."
Monroe's face is incredulous as he sputters, "You 'think' you 'like' having sex with me? Oh man! I guess I wasn't trying hard enough."
Nick laughs as he flips them over, straddling the older man, "Bring it on!"