Title: Snapshot
By: Read 300300
Rating: PG-13
Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: I am not in any way, shape, or form declaring that I own them. No, seriously, I swear they aren't mine. No, no, no!!! I'm telling you that I don't own them! Put that phone down! Step away from the phone and do not call your lawyers.... You are getting very sleepy and you do not want to sue me... That's it.... Sleep now.
Summary: Short little sweet piece about Nick and Greg. Greg wants to (disney version) sleep with Nick. Nick obliges. Possible infantilism squick.
A/N: Thanks to thetrainsinkaos for a quick beta and reassurance.

Nick blinked groggily as he shook his head, trying to rid himself of sleep and wondering only for a second what was climbing into his lap. Greg's face came into view as his eyes adjusted to the dark room, lit only by the infomercial on the television. He blinked again; the last thing that he could remember was putting Greg to bed after he had made the other man some s'mores and then settling down to watch the game; Nick knew that he must have been sleeping for some time for the game to have gone through the second half and then switch over to some standard ‘buy this brand-spankin' new invention that will make your life oh-so-much easier even though you'll probably never use it' infomercial about some odd new hair straightener. Right- like he or Greg would ever need something like that.

He looked down at Greg; the man was sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around Nick's shoulders and his head tucked under Nick's chin. He couldn't help but smile: the younger man's hair was sleep-tousled; his eyes fluttering near sleep, his lips warm against Nick's throat, and pajamas with little triangles were clinging to his body.

"Nicky, I don't feel good," Greg whined, nuzzling his head against Nick's neck.

"Awww, baby, what's wrong?" He asked, bringing one hand up to gently caress the still somewhat spiked hair and the other hand to hit the ‘mute' button on the remote control.

"My head hurts and I had a nightmare and I can't get back to sleep. Can I sleep with you, Nicky?"

Nick nodded, turned the TV off while he waited for Greg to stand up again, and then grabbed the other man's hand so that he could lead him into the bedroom.

Grinning, he tucked the younger man in, leaving the room only after planting a kiss on Greg's lips and promising to return. Quickly, he maneuvered his way through the house and turned off all of the lights, stopping only in the bathroom to fill a glass of water and get some Tylenol for Greg's headache.

Whenever he got back to his room, Greg was already asleep, a sweet smile on his face as he hugged Nick's pillow. He grinned again, setting the glass of water and the pills on the nightstand before placing a kiss on the untroubled forehead and climbing into bed.

He gently pulled his pillow away and set it down, replacing the fluffy object with his own body as he wrapped his arms around Greg; within seconds, he, too, was asleep.