Title: The Barefoot Tango
By: NorwegianWood
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Tango is the dance of lovers.

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Greg rolled over in his sleep to embrace the body that was normally spooned around him, but awoke with a start when he found that no-one was there. He sat up and sleepily rubbed his eyes.

Climbing out of the king-sized bed, Greg neglected to put on his slippers and headed down the stairs. As he was about halfway down, soft notes of music reached his ears. He paused and cocked his head to the side.

He took a few more steps and could hear the soft patter of feet moving in rhythm with the music. All the way down the stairs he saw that Nick dancing by himself in their empty dinning room.

He stood at the edge of the mahogany floorboards and watched as Nick danced in his navy plaid pajama bottoms. His green eyes followed each pace and a smile crossed his lips.

Nick caught sight of Greg and stopped abruptly. "Sorry..." He mumbled, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," Greg said brushing back his bangs, "I didn't hear you till I was half way down the stairs anyways."

Nick sighed and took a look at Greg; he didn't even bother to grab a blanket, or pants for that matter. Greg was standing before him in an oversized t-shirt that had the collar cut off. It had slipped of Greg's slender shoulder and only went down to the middle of his thigh. The effect was to make Greg look so childlike and so innocent that Nick just wanted to hold him and never let go.

"What?" Greg said pouting a little.

"Nothing...just looking at you. Thinking how lucky I am to have you." Nick said taking a step closer to Greg.

"Mmm...yes you are." Greg laughed and took a step towards Nick.

"Can I have this dance?" Nick said offering his hand to Greg.

Greg grinned and took his hand. A tango began to play on the phonograph that Nick had set up and the two began to dance. The rhythm was perfect and their dance technique was impeccable.

"Wow, where did you learn to tango Nick!" Greg asked as Nick dipped him and he slid his leg up and around Nick's waist.

"I've been taking classes at that studio on 14th." Nick said sheepishly before spinning Greg expertly, "What about you, I never knew you could tango."

"My mom taught me," Greg said in a husky voice into Nick's ear as they promenaded. "She said I had the legs for dancing."

"I think I have to agree with her." Nick laughed.

"She would take me and my sister down to compete, we kicked butt." Greg said.

"That doesn't explain why you know the girl's part." Nick said.

"Well...those dresses were gorgeous! You can't blame me for wanting to wear one. Mom said only if you learn the part and can walk in the shoes." Greg smiled.

"Well that would explain the walking on your toes." Nick said and licked the inside of Greg's ear.

"Yeah, I'm still used to those heels." Greg said and moaned as Nick's hand ran up his leg to cup his bare ass cheek.

The song ended and Nick was left holding Greg up in a deep dip. "We should do this again sometime." He whispered as he leaned in closer.

Greg didn't answer, and Nick took one hand off his back to caress Greg's lower lip before capturing the beautiful lips with his own.

When they parted, Greg said, "Next time, let's not do it barefoot. My balls are killing me!"

The two broke down into giggles and turned off the lights to head back upstairs until morning.

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