Title: House of Eggplants
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: Nick and Greg discuss buying a new house.

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"How important is it to you that we buy a new house?" Nick asked as he added dressing to the big bowl of salad and mixed it in.

"Dunno," Greg relied as he set the table. "I just thought it would be cool to have something together."

Nick shook his head. "Do you know how much work it is? We have to go to a builder, pick out a development, then a lot, then a layout..."

"Yeah?" Greg's eyes sparkled with interest. "I don't see any problem yet."

"Then we meet with the designers - pick out the colors and the floors and fixtures. It doesn't come standard, Greg."

Greg picked up the bowl of salad and put it on the table. "It's still sounding good."

"And when would we meet with all these people?"

Greg shrugged. "After work? I'm sure that they have morning appointments."

"And then," Nick said as he put some salad on his plate. "We have to decide on landscaping - gravel or grass and the types. And then we have to do it ourselves or hire someone."

Greg thought as he shoveled some of the salad into his mouth. "Again, I'm not seeing the problem. I mean, almost anywhere we move is going to need work. On an old house, we would have to redecorate, but it would have to be in a space that we didn't decide on."

"But..." Nick stabbed at the lettuce like he hated it.

"Don't but me, Stokes. It's just that you have to deal with it right now. But if we get another house, you'll have to deal with it before too long."

"No, we won't. I mean, I've lived here without..."

"Shut your mouth, Stokes." Greg pointed his fork at Nick. "You paint this place every year because you can't get the color right. And the color isn't right because you really want to redo the cabinets and get a less tan carpet. And you want a sky light in the bathroom. Don't think I don't listen to you when you bitch about these things."

Nick pouted and moved the salad around the plate. "OK, maybe you have a point, but it's so much work!"

"It's not like it has to be done all at the same time. We start with the lot and the house style. Then, eventually, because the house has to be constructed, in the months that they're doing that, we'll go through and choose what we want. Then we wait and pick out paint colors. And if we cant decide, they have people that we can hire that can help us do that too."

"But the money!" Nick interjected.

"And we'll have it because of what you'll get for selling this place and then the fact that I haven't paid rent because I live here. We've got a nice little nest egg saved up. Especially me. I know everyone thinks I'm a little flaky with money, but how much did I actually move in here? You saw my place before - it was low end everything. You know why? Because I've been saving for the day I could have the perfect house with all the perfect stuff in it."

Nick put down his fork. "This is important to you, isn't it?"

"No, I want to dedicated all this time and money to something that's not important to me." Greg rolled his eyes and went back to eating.

"I liked the Las Palacitas development."

"Yeah?"

"Seemed like a nice development and I liked that woman..." Nick snapped his fingers as he tried to remember her name."

"Margie."

"Yeah! I liked her."

Greg picked up both their salad plates and put them into the dishwasher. He cut them both pieces of eggplant parmesan and then returned to the table. "Look at that, one decision taken care of. And, Nicky, they're going to give us a lot of help."

Nick tapped his fork against the edge of the plate. "And then it's worth it in the end?"

"Yep." Greg blew on his meal before eating.

"Fine."

"It's going to be fun. You'll see."

Nick laughed. "For once I do not win the award for gayest thing said in this house."

"Huh?"

"You." Nick pointed over to Greg. "You always sit here and call me gay for wanting to cuddle or work on projects. And tonight, the great Greg Sanders has confessed to being excited about home decor."

Greg threw a bread roll at Nick, which Nick managed to duck. "This is our future," Greg yelled. "It's important. We're buying a home together. Don't tell me you're not the least bit excited about that."

"I hate when you're right." Nick looked down and pondered over his food. "I don't like eggplant, do I?"

Greg munched happily on his meal. "I will make eggplant until you like it."

"Next time you make eggplant? I'll shove it up your ass."

Greg paled. "You wouldn't."

"I might. Especially after the last thing you tried to make me."

"Try it. Seriously. Try it. It's different, the last time I focused on the eggplant, this time I used it as a substitute in a classic meal that I know you love."

Nick grimaced slightly as he put it into his mouth. He chewed like it might be poisoned. "OK, you win. It's good."

"So, no eggplant in my rectum?"

Nick chuckled. "I wasn't actually ever going to do that."

"You had me very worried."

Nick ate some more, enjoying it more than he thought. He still found some of the eggplant slimy, but he just ate around those parts. "After getting drunk that one time and me putting that really large dildo in you? I think I'm done putting anything bigger than me inside you."

"Awww, honey, that's just so romantic."

"We're just all full of that love stuff, aren't we?"

"Hey... can I fuck you with an eggplant?"

Nick laughed and then chucked the parts of his eggplant that he hadn't eaten at Greg.

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