enemy (thoughts) Nick pushes the door to the parking garage open, the old hinges squeaking as they close behind him. Looking up as he digs one hand through his pocket, searching for his keys, he stops mid-step, and watches Greg lean back against the Denali, head bowed and sluggish hands fingering the untied tie hanging from his neck. “Hey,” and Nick’s voice echoes against the solid concrete around them. Greg jerks his head up, balance lost for just a moment, and Nick reaches out a hand to steady him. Shocked when Greg dodges his touch, backing up until he reaches the safety of his car again. Stays there, resting against the chilled metal for a moment before dull brown eyes widen, a grimace distorting his features as he pulls away from his car, moving backwards, hurriedly and unsteadily, into the car next to his, which, in fact, is Nick’s. Greg winces as he backs into the side view mirror, but doesn’t move away, instead stares long and hard at his own truck, eyes automatically finding the scars on the side, and he steps forward after a second, tracing them with his finger. This isn’t the first time this has happened, either, but that doesn’t make Nick worry any less. Greg’s voice falters as he apologizes, words tumbling out of his mouth, and all Nick can do is watch, confused, as Greg’s eyes stray away from his a second later. “You okay, G?” Nick takes a small step towards the man hiding inside himself, once known as Greg Sanders. “I’m fine.” Soft words crack as Greg says them, entire body still turned away. Another step. Hesitant. Hopeful. Scared. This time Greg doesn’t pull away from his touch, moves into it instead, allows himself to be held. Wraps an arm around Nick’s waste, buries his face in Nick’s neck, presses a light kiss there. Nick feels one of Greg’s hands slide into his, squeezing, grip tight, though Nick wouldn’t dare let go. Not now. Finds Greg’s car keys in one of the pockets in his suit jacket, and Nick takes them out, attempting to pull out of their embrace, and he closes his eyes and turns his head into Greg’s hair as he hears a small whimper from Greg. Walks forward, one hand reaching for the front door of Greg’s truck, unlocking it and swinging it open. Pulls away from Greg at last and watches the younger man’s face as he looks questioningly at Nick’s truck, then back to Nick, mouth opening slightly, but Nick shakes his head and leans forward for a kiss, urgent and just a little bit desperate. “I’m not letting you drive,” after he says it, Nick worries that maybe he’s gone to far, but before he can start to even think of apologizing, Greg leans forward and kisses him, and Nick recognizes the desperation now. Greg’s the one to pull away this time, and he lets go, almost afraid to, and watches Greg move around the back of the truck and to the passenger door, opening it and sliding in. His hands resting on the steering wheel as they sit at a stop light not five minutes later, the city living and moving outside the silence surrounding the two of them. Peaceful. Pushes on the gas as the light turns green, feels one of Greg’s hands pull on his sleeve, insistent, but when he looks over, all he sees is Greg staring out the windshield. Nick smiles, bringing the arm down to tangle his fingers in Greg’s. Earns a small smile in return, and it’s worth everything in the world to see that again. Brings their hands to his face as he pulls into their driveway fifteen minutes later, tugs gently and waits until Greg looks over, and he smiles at the crestfallen man. Kisses the back of Greg’s hand when he gets another grin, laughing softly, almost as an afterthought, when Greg rolls his eyes and gets out of the car. Follows Greg inside once the door is opened, barely remembering to push it shut again as he pushes them both towards the bedroom. Bed welcoming and they fall less than gracefully onto it, but they’re kissing, anxiously, so desperate for the connection and, though they’ve both still got all their clothes on, he’s never felt closer to Greg ever before. Doesn’t think too much about that as Greg whimpers into his mouth, clutching his shoulders, thrusting weakly against him, and Nick can’t hold in a gasp, a moan, his own plead of want, need. Leans back for a quick breath before kissing Greg once more, somewhat tamer this time, pulling back again and he pushes on Greg’s shoulder, urging him to roll onto his stomach. Greg does so and Nick presses his cheek against Greg’s shoulder, closes his eyes and feels the warm skin shudder beneath the shirt’s soft fabric. Feels one of Greg’s hands reach back and touch his arm, sliding up to his neck, grabbing the tie hanging from Nick’s neck and pulling him forward so that Nick’s breath is hot in his ear, every inch of their bodies touching. Nick slides a hand up Greg’s side, whispering sweet words in his ear, but then Nick feels the body beneath him tense completely, the hand holding onto his tie releasing it’s grip. The tense muscles beneath him quiver a second later, trembling almost uncontrollably and he presses his palm against them, sharp movements stilling for the moment. “Sorry,” Greg’s voice softer than a whisper against the sheets, but Nick only shakes his head, rolling off the man under him and turning him over. Leans down for a kiss and whispers “don’t ever be,” against soft lips. Bodies pressed together, no space between them, and he can feel one of Greg’s warm hands pressing against his clothed back, the other finding it’s way to the tie around his neck again. Feels the slight pressure of Greg’s grip, and he lets himself be pulled back down for another kiss. Greg’s fingers working the buttons on his shirt, fabric falling off his shoulders as the last pops open, and he feels one of Greg’s hands pressed flat against his stomach (the other still tugging on his tie, keeping their mouths pressed together) and he gasps, arching against the touch. Feels a tiny laugh against his lips and he smiles at Greg, and breaks away from yet another desperate kiss, dipping his body until every inch of him is touching Greg. The hand previously on his stomach slides up his side, tracing phantom patterns on his back, and below him, he can feel Greg’s chest rise and fall in time with his. Runs a hand down Greg’s thigh, then up again, and slides the questing hand between their bodies, undoing the button and zipper on Greg’s pants quickly. Lifts himself up again, resting on his elbows, kisses Greg as he slides the fabric down, pushing them off the side of the bed. Nick’s confused as Greg starts to push him off, but he leans back compliantly, then Nick starts to smile as Greg starts to take off his shirt. (Greg’s one hand still holding onto his tie, as if were he to let go, he would truly fall apart.) Covers Greg’s hands with his own, stopping them on the second button and doing the third himself before pulling the shirt over his head, tie resting on his naked chest. Greg lies back down, grinning up at Nick, who leans down to trace a faint bruise on Greg’s forehead with a finger. Greg turns his head to press a kiss to Nick’s arm, resting his cheek there for a minute, eyes closing briefly before snapping open again and pulling on Nick’s tie and bringing him forward for an urgent kiss, and they both moan. Nick feels Greg pull down his boxers, and gasps as Greg strokes his cock, not even losing his rhythm as they roll over so that Greg’s on top. Nick watches as Greg closes his eyes; as he slides a hand into his own boxers, pulling out his cock before leaning down to kiss Nick and sliding their erections together. A safe place; that’s where Greg knows he is, with Nick’s arms wrapped tightly around him. Greg pulls away from Nick’s lips, a wisp of air blown against his mouth as their faces rest less than an inch apart. Moves down to press his lips to Nick’s neck, shoulder, chest, and feels one of Nick’s hands slide through his hair, the other on his back, slipping over old scars that Greg hasn’t thought about for a long time. He guesses that's because he's got new ones to worry about. Ignores that thought and chuckles as Nick thrusts up into him as he continues to trail hot kisses down the rest of Nick’s body. Tugs gently on the tie he’s still holding onto. As soon as he does so, Nick’s hand in his hair grips harder, pulling him up for another kiss, and Greg can’t hold in another soft laugh against Nick’s mouth. “What’s so funny, G?” Nick says a moment later, one hand trailing down between their bodies, taking Greg’s cock in his hand, stroking roughly. Feels Greg lean into his touch, and he moves his hand faster, kisses Greg’s mouth, his jaw, his neck; closes his eyes, gasps, feels Greg tug on his tie again, can feel his release, hard, fast, overwhelming, then feels Greg follow soon after. Greg’s asleep a few seconds later, and Nick doesn’t mind the weight on top of him, takes comfort from it. He doesn’t try to move, only holds Greg closer, and follows him into sleep soon after. feedback