Title: Ennui Leads to Reverie
By: mickeylover303
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Words: 484
Summary: An errant Greg was an errant mind.

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“God, that was good. Really good. Have I ever told how good you are, Nick?”
 

“It wouldn’t hurt to say it again.”

 

“Smirk all you want, but I’ve never been in that position for so long before. I don’t even remember it being this painful in college.”

 

“It probably wouldn’t have been so uncomfortable if you didn’t slouch.”

 

“Good posture is overrated and wouldn’t have given me the chance to fall in love with your hands all over again.”

 

“I wasn’t aware there was even a first time.”

 

“Yes. There were many first times. That’s some real talent you got there, Nicky.”

 

“Greg, I –I’ll try to take it as a compliment.”

 

“It’s probably for the best. I need a massage more than every once and a while.”

 

“Whatever. Are you still sore?”

 

 “Nah. I won’t have to be supine for the rest of my life if that’s what you’re worried about.”

 

“Not really, but I’m sorry it was such a painful experience for you.”

 

“The chairs were really uncomfortable and –You’re not sorry. You’re laughing at me.”

 

“Okay, okay, maybe I’m not so sorry.”

 

“Four hours in a chair is a long time, but you know…I had this dream–”

 

“You fell asleep at the convention?”

 

“No. I just had certain stimulation…other than -”

 

“Right…”

 

“But I was listening and–”

 

“Of course you were, Greg.”

 

“Anyway, I got into thinking and decided we need to have the talk.”

 

“The talk?”

 

“No. The talk.”

 

“…what?”

 

“Okay, so we don’t have a dog – since you claim we wouldn’t have time to take care of it – and it’s obvious we can’t have kids…not that it’s actually something that’s come up in conversation.”

 

“Greg, I don’t–”

 

“And I thought of something that would take care of both things. You know, low maintenance and not much responsibility. But it would still be a joint-decision.”

 

“Please, no.”

 

“Just hear me out, all right. It came to me while I was looking out the window.”

 

“Do I have to listen?”

 

“It was like bam, and it was gorgeous. I saw us – me and you – and this car–”

 

“You know we can’t afford something like that, Greg. I don’t know how we’re even keeping up with the house.”

 

“That dreamed died a long time ago – right after I saw the car. No, right then I decided I want to do it against a car.”

 

“Do what?”

 

“The naughty. The horizontal tango. The good, the bad, and the dirty. Christening, if someone would let us borrow a new car.”

 

“What?”

 

“Have sex. I would call it fortification, but since neither one of us is capable of reproducing–”

 

“Have sex in a car? When there’s a perfectly good bed we’re sitting on. Hell, when there’s a perfectly good house we’re living in.”

 

“No, have sex against a car.”

 

“…there are no words, Greg. No words, absolutely none at all.”