Title: Baby It's Cold Outside
By: geekwriter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ficlet for _bellacosity. Greg is not Nick's little brother.

Nick shivered as the night air hit his skin. He frowned when he saw who was on the other side of the door, though. He'd been expecting it to be Greg, not a rather large, rather hairy man in a blue plaid shirt with an unlit cigar stub wedged in the corner of his mouth.

"This belong to you?" the guy asked gruffly.

It was only then that Nick noticed what was under the guy's sweaty arm. Or, rather, who was under the guy's sweaty arm.

"Hi, Nick," Greg said happily, pushing off from the man and immediately falling forward. Nick caught him just in time and caught the unmistakable scent of tequila. He could see a yellow cab idling in his driveway.

"Uh..." Nick said to the cabbie. "Yeah. Thanks. What do I owe you?"

"Fourteen bucks."

"It's cold out here," Greg mumbled against Nick's shoulder. "I think I'm getting a draft."

"Where are your pants?" Nick asked as he dragged Greg further into his condo and leaned him against a wall.

"Lost 'em," he said simply.

Nick sighed and retrieved his wallet from the hall table as Greg slid down the wall, his legs splayed out on the floor.

"And just how do you lose your pants?" Nick asked with a sigh as he opened his wallet.

Greg scratched his thigh just below the hem of his boxers. He torso was starting to tilt sideways. "You bet them, and then you discover that you are, in fact, unable to balance seven shot glasses on your face."

Nick shook his head as he handed the cab driver a twenty.

"I'll go get your change," the cabbie said, flicking his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other.

"Keep it," Nick said. He looked over his shoulder at Greg who was stretched out completely on the tile in his foyer. "I have a feeling you earned it."

"Thanks," the cabbie said. "Little brothers, huh? Mine still hasn't grown up, and he's 45."

Nick smirked and nodded. "Yeah. Little brothers." He shut the door as the cabbie left, then turned towards Greg and hooked his hands under Greg's armpits. "Come on, little bro," he said, "let's get you tucked in."

Greg smiled blissfully up at Nick as he dragged him towards the bedroom. "I always wanted a brother."

Nick shook his head as he dragged Greg past the bed and into the bathroom. He got Greg settled in front of the toilet before he left to get a pillow and blanket.

When he returned, Greg was sitting up and the lid of the toilet was open. He was resting one cheek against the seat. "Hey," he said, frowning, "if we're brothers, now, does that mean we're committing incest?"

Nick shook his head as he readied Greg's makeshift bed. "Not tonight we're not."