Title: Drunken Lullabies
By: weirdbagel
Rating: R
Pairing: David/Greg
Warnings: Break-up, make-up humping
Disclaimer: Uh, yeah, I wish I pwned these men...
Summary: This one is for pabzi who asked for "something fluffy and mushy that starts with an argument and ends with lots of cuddling".

He wasn't nursing a beer. He hated that term. Nursing. Like he was a baby and it was his milk. A baby needed milk. He didn't neccesarily need beer. He just... liked it more than he should have from time to time. That didn't make him helpless like an infant.

"So." He glanced across the room to the blond man sitting at the kitchen table. "This is it then?" His drunken blue eyes glanced to the green suitcase by his lover's leg. There were all kinds of stickers plastered across it, faded and peeling. Mostly bands that David didn't like or even heard of. Things he'd tolerated. Because that's what good boyfriend's did.

"Don't say it like that." Greg replied. He twirled his own bottle of beer loosely with his wrist.

"Like what?" David snarled, finishing off his, eyes looking forward, at the black T.V. screen. His reflection stared back at him with the same hazy expression. He looked different somehow. Clothes wrinkled and loose, hair unkempt...

"Like this is all my fault..." Greg growled back.

"Oh? And it isn't?" David returned his glare to his boyfriend. Or was it ex-boyfriend now?

Greg sighed and tossed his bottle in the trashcan behind him. "David, I don't wanna start again, okay?" Greg ran a hand through his hair and let it linger there, eventually hanging his head in his hands and staring down at his feet through the glass table. Maybe it was all his fault? After all, he'd been the one to avoid confronting, well, anything. That was what a good boyfriend was supposed to do, right? Keep the peace. Yeah, great job Greg, he thought bitterly, watching his feet kick a little out of anxiousness.

"So." David's voice broke the silence. "Where are you gonna go then?" He shouldn't have cared. Really, he shouldn't have. Greg was the one leaving him. Greg was the one giving up on them. He shouldn't have cared, but damn it he did. And damn it still, for all the bullshit that had gone down that day, he didn't want him to go.

"I don't know..." Somewhere. Maybe Nick's? Would Nick understand? Bobby would know more how things like this went. But, Bobby was more David's friend, wasn't he? That would be awkward. In fact, the more Greg thought about it, the more he realized that he had nowhere to go. Moving in with David was a huge commitment, but he never realized just how big of a commitment it was until he was getting ready to leave. "I... Why do you care?"

"I don't." David spat but regretted it the moment he said it when he saw the pained look it gave Greg. "I mean..." Damn it. Whoever said breaking up was hard to do wasn't kidding. "I just... I don't want you to get hurt."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" A loud honking cut him off. "That's the cab." He slid out of the chair and picked up his suitcase. At least, he tried to pick it up, but as he did, the rusted clasps gave way and it fell open, spilling the contents across the floor. "Fuck!"

David watched Greg drop to his knees and begin scooping up his belongings and shove them into the case. He shifted a little and tried to take his eyes away, playing mindlessly with his empty bottle as he tried to fight the awkward, heavy air settling around him. The cab honked again and Greg shouted a string of obscenities at the door as he continued to cram his things away. David sighed and placed the bottle on the coffee table; moving across the room and kneeling down silently to help.

"I can... stop..." Greg wiped his eyes and pushed David's hands away from his stuff. "I can do it just..."

"It'll go faster if I help." David replied calmly, trying to hide the deep, sudden sinking feeling he got when he heard Greg's voice crack with emotion like that.

So that was it then? David only wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. God... that hurt. That stung straight to his core. "I don't need your fucking help, David!" Greg couldn't tell if it was a scream or a sob. It was probably both. And it was like a switch, because Greg found himself curling up into a tight little ball, arms over his head, hunched over his knees and crying. Sobbing. Screaming. The room spinning all around him until he felt as if the world was shattering. And it was. God, it was. Because his world was David. And David didn't love him any more.

David froze up. This was the first time either of them had openly cried like that since the fight. Sniffles and silent tears, yes. But Greg was full-out bawling. And suddenly, David didn't care about staying angry for the sake of being the winner. Suddenly, he didn't care about his pride. Suddenly, David didn't care about anything but the man crying his heart and soul into the kitchen floor.

"Greg." His Greg. "Babe." He reached out and Greg jumped under his touch and convulsed. His breathing was so irratic it was a wonder how he was breathing at all. "Greg! Jesus..." David didn't even bother to push the clothes and things away, he climbed right over them, sat on them, and wrapped his arms around Greg's shivering frame. "Calm down." He whispered into his ear, rubbing his arm and shoulder gently. "Breathe."

"I-I-I..." Greg tried to speak, but his words were doing that weird hiccup thing that came with crying. So, he took David's advice, and tried to calm down. Deep, soothing breaths. Not to mention the fact that David was hugging him close and rubbing his arm. David's hugs had always had that special, secure feeling, even now, as they were breaking up. Breaking up. Greg felt a second wave of tears sting his eyes and he began to shake his head slowly. He didn't want to break up! God, what was he doing?! "I-I don't wanna go. Please don't make me leave!!"

David was rather shocked at Greg's sudden pleading. So much so that he'd hardly noticed the swift move of Greg's body until the man was clinging full-on to him, crying into the nape of his neck. The sudden weight-shift threw David off a bit and he fell back, his back colliding with the cabinets behind him, head thwacking loudly against the wood. "Ah-Ow!"

"Oh, God!" Greg pulled back a little and immediately grabbed David by both sides of his head and tilted it forward. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine... Greg..." David winced and grabbed Greg's hands, pulling them off his face so he could get a good look at him. He was, well, rather pathetic-looking. Eyes puffy and wet. Face flushed red and tearstained. Nose sniffling. Arms hanging limp upon David's chest. Lower lip trembling just so with every breath. Pathetic, but cute. David couldn't help but smile. "God, you're a mess." He shook the sleeve of his zip-up sweater until it fell over his hand, then used the material to wipe away the damp trails left by tears.

"Gee, thanks..." Greg replied with a sniff and a crooked half-smile. "Uhmm... I... Do I-"

"You aren't going anywhere." David cut off his stuttering, tugging gently at Greg's collar until those adorable trembling lips fell against his own.

Slowly, Greg's hand's managed to tangle in David's hair, pulling his mouth closer and deepening the kiss. There was a hint of drunkeness in the way Greg clung to David as David's hands, equally impaired, clumsily explored Greg's legs and hips. Each had a tiny moment of consideration, wondering if they'd regret this falter in judgment later when they were sober. That consideration was obliterated a second later when Greg shifted himself in David's lap and accidently grinded their hips together.

"Jesus..." Greg gasped, wrapping his arms around David's neck. "You're hard already?"

"Well..." David gulped, face flushing hotly. "So are you."

"Mmnn..." Was Greg's only reply, as currently his mouth was attacking David's neck with the softest, most delicate kisses. Delicate kisses that quickly gave way to hungry sucks and bites as he continued to slowly roll his hips, grinding his clothed erection against his lover's.

David's hands rubbed all over Greg's legs and side. And backside. They were everywhere really. David found he'd pretty much lost control of his hands the moment Greg began to do those oh-so amazing things with his hips. "Greg." He panted softly.

Greg pulled back a bit, but only enough so he could claim David's lips again as he ground down against him. David's hand's went to his chest though, and carefully began to press him away. Greg's heart lept into his throat. Was David going to make him stop? Tell him it was a bad idea? That he changed his mind?

"Greg..." David spoke again once thier lips had parted. He looked up at Greg, who looked just as drunk on lust and beer as David felt. He reached up and ran the backs of his fingers against Greg's warm, blushing cheek. "I love you. No matter what happens, I'm always gonna love you. Okay?"

Greg smiled and nodded. "Okay..."

"Always..." David's voice husked as his hands went back to Greg's hips, rolling his own upward against the other's constrained, twitching cock.

"Yes!" Greg gasp-moaned, burying his face into David's collar, clutching his boyfriends open sweater and the green shirt underneath.

Greg's breaths were hot and moist against his throat. Occasionally his lips would brush against the skin and send a hot tingle through him that make it hard to even breathe. His cock was flushed tight against his pants ( One of the few fricken days he chose to wear jeans.). The friction was so hot, amazing, that he couldn't think straight. So he couldn't think, or breathe. God, he was going to pass out, or die just from the heat soaking them both.

David held thier bodies so tightly together that sometimes it felt like they weren't moving at all. Then Greg would feel his cock slide tight against David's own and it was like they couldn't move fast enough. He wanted to yell, scream to all bloody hell, but instead he busied his mouth with giving David a particularly nasty love-bite in a certianly obvious place for all to see. David would yell at him for it later, but he didn't care. He'd just tell him to think of it as punishment for even thinking of letting him walk out the door in the first place.

"Fuck..." David groaned and with a couple more harsh grinds, came hard inside his jeans, head rolled back against the cabinents, giving Greg complete access to his throat.

Greg nipped and sucked at David's exposed throat, leaving a few more embarassing marks before he too, with an arched back and a loud groan of David's name, spilled his own cum against his clothes. "Dave..." He groaned hotly, nuzzling his boyfriends neck. They were still coming down, Greg knew this. But he also knew that David was, well, easier to talk to when he was still high on orgasmic bliss.

Of course, that worked the same both ways. "Greg..." He started first, pressing a kiss to Greg's warm temple. "Next time..." His breath still panted warm against his ear. "If something's bothering you... fuckin' tell me, okay?... Even if you think it's stupid...."

Greg hesitated, but nodded, pulling back and looking David in the eyes. "You know, you can tell me too... We don't always have to do what I want..."

"This is so ironic, you know... "David said with a huff, mindlessly trailing his fingers down Greg's arm. "We almost broke up over a fight about how we never confront eachother."

They both let out a laugh at that, Greg more so than David. Greg was grinning now, that special grin that he only gave David. God, he loved this man. He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against David's. "David..." He said, mouth barely touching his. "That's what boyfriends do..."