First Drunken Kiss

[Dafna536]

This was really rushed and has not been looked over, so much mispellings abound. It really kinda sucks, but I hope you like it anyway.

Light, oh so much painful light. But where is it coming from? The curtians in his bedroom were heavy and thick and wonderfully lightproof, oh where did my awsome curtians go? Maybe somebody stole them? But who would steal my curtians, that seemed like a really evil thing to do, had he done something to deserve this lately? Well, I still haven't paid Monroe back the $300 dollars......hmmmmm, did Monroe steal the curtians? And what is this wonderful smell, it's like clean laundry and leather from a new car and gunoil......such a very familier scent, but where is it coming from?

Nick wriggled a little, trying to find the delicious smell, but only managed to find more of the evil light. When he opened his eyes, beautiful they still were though a bit red and veined, he noticed several things but being as hungover as he was, it kind of hurt his brain.

The first thing Nick noticed, was that he was lying on a very comfortable black leather couch. The second thing he noticed, was the very familier brown leather jacket draped across his chest. Nick was tempted to lift the jacket to his nose and just lay there and smell it until his headache went away, but there were more important things to figure out. Like why his shirt was unbuttoned, which would explain the draft, and one of his socks was missing. His lips seemed to tingle, which was a very new sensation not unpleasent just new, and his wrists were kinda sore. Looking down, he saw that his wrists were in fact slightly bruised, like he had been restrained.

And somebody is watching you.......This thought drifted through his muddled mind and banged around a bit, and finally registered as BAD, do somthing you idiot, Grimm out!!!. Unfortunatly, his fine motor skills and reflexes were still a little annoyed at being inhibited by the copious amounts of whiskey he had drank last night, that they decided to strike. Which was why, when Nick tried to turn around and get into somthing of a defensive stance, his foot( the socked one) caught on the corner of the glass coffee table he had failed to notice and tripped him.

Rubbing his now aching knee, Nick looks up, and up and geeze, how tall is this guy.......oh, fuck, that's the captian, that's MY captain, and he's shirtless.........snap out of it, that's the captain!! Well, yeah it's the captain but it's not like it's my fault he's shirtless.......unless it is my faut, which would be awsome, no not awsome, bad very bad . Shit, how much did I drink last night, and why am I here and......get off your knees, you ninny! It was really rather funny, if looked on from the view of anyone but Nick.

"Captain! Ummm, hi. How did I get here? You know what, never mind, really thanks for..........whatever it was that you did, I'm sure I'll remember soon, but really I have to get going, got lots to do, I have to find an apartment and get all my stuff moved and............." It had finally dawned on Nick what happened last night to make him want to get so drunk, and while he ruminated on the consequences of Juliette breaking up with him and how he would never find someone who loved him so much again especially not with all his weird grimm things going on , he didn't even notice the captain taking his arm and steering him into a cozy little kitchen. A cup of coffee was pushed his way, but when he failed to take the cup, strong hands gently wrapped his own around the warm mug. Three white pills were shaken out of a bottle and dropped in his hand. Nick absently swallowed them, taking a sip of excellent and no doubt outragously expensive coffee. He "hmmmd" a little sigh at the taste, and finally woke up enough to grasp the fact that a) he was sitting in his captain's kitchen, very hungover and slightly dishevelled (shirt unbutttoned and missing one sock) though he had at one point put on the yummy smelling jacket and was currently cuddling into it and despretly trying to work out how to fix this awkward, weird, kinda sexy(shirtless captain) situation b) the captain (still shirtless) was standing at the stove flipping pancakes, like he brought home drunken heartsick detectives all the time (which could still be a viable theory, Nick didn't actually know the captian all that well) and looking for all the world like the situation was not akward, weird or kinda sexy ( though really, it still was and Nick was momentarily distracted watching the muscles on the captain's back bunch and relax and oh, look at that cute little dimple.)

A plate of fluffy golden pancakes was put in front of him and he watched greedily while the captain poured liquid golden heaven down on top. He was already eating before his mind could register and before he knew it, the last bite was chewed and gone. It was a bit sad, and he was about to ask for seconds, but then he remembered that he was still sitting in his captain's kitchen and that the situation was akward, weird and kinda sexy (was he ever gonna put a shirt on?) An amused chuckle had Nick blushing and looking up from what had to be the greatest abs in portland, nay the world. Gray met brown and suddenly a memory from last night came woshing back......

The bar was filled with after work blue collar folks, a lot of cops, watching a basketball game. Nick was on his third whiskey and soda, brooding fantastically about love and jelous redheads spouting off insanley about imaginary affairs with his captain (not that he hadn't thought about it, it was just one wet dream guys have them all the time) and never being home for dinner (nevermind the fact that chasing down bad guys and creatures wasn't a nine to five gig and she already knew that when they first got together) and that thing about the sex being lackluster was because he was tired from all the chasing and getting beaten up by ogre's, not because of his secret illicit imaginary affair with his captain. Another glass was set in front of him, and Nick was about to take a drink before he remembered that he hadn't ordered anything. He looked at the glass curiously, trying to decide if that old adage about taking candy from strangers applied to whiskey, when a large hand landed on his shoulder. He winced, because, ow still sore from that ogre pal, and looked over to see who had bought him the drink.

"Oh, hey Captain. How's it going?" Awsome, now he could drink his drink, because the captain was here and that made everything all better. A couple of drinks later and somehow Nick was goig on and on about how awsome having a Blutbod for a best friend was.

" I mean, his clocks are really awsome stuff, really pretty......if you like that sorta thing, but don't worry he's reformed, goes to a support group and everything, he made this really awsome faux sausage out of beets or somthing and he helps me whenever I need it, which is really very often but don't tell him I said that, even when I interupt his yoga stuff and show up really late and he's so great, you know I still owe him that $300..........I'm really kinda a sucky best friend, he dosen't even really like me!"

A few more drinks later and he was recounting all his cool new battle wounds. " See this, this was from that gross spider lady, although I do still feel kinda bad about that, I mean she had to kill those guys, it wasn't really her fault. Oh, and this one was from that ogre, that bastard nearly killed me. Juliette was not happy about that, he smashed all the pictures in the living room, but how is that my fault?"

Many more drinks later and it was closing time. Nick was trying and failing impressivly to show how very not drunk he was, but the walls were leaning this way and that and his feet seemed to not want to walk in a straight line, so he decided to lean on the captain cause he smelled really nice and he was strong and sexy and Nick really wanted to kiss him. So he did, and it was messy and hot and Nick had to lean up on his toes a little cause the captain was sooo tall, and maybe you should call him Sean rolled vaguely through his mushy brain, but really who had time to think when the captain was pinning his wrists over his head and trailing biting, bruising, sucking glorious kisses down his jaw and to that spot on his neck, oh how did he know about that spot? And then a strong thigh was wedged in between his and god yes, the friction was really just awsome. And then the buttons on Nick's shirt were undone, and there was that damn hand again stroking and pinching and going down and then the captain was ushering him into an apartment and he was really very tired and oh look at that nice sofa, maybe he would just lay down for a minuete and then he could resume with the kissing and maybe the captain woud lay down with him, yes that was an excellent idea, he really was a genius. Ahhhh, very nice, what a wonderful pillow the captian's chest made and yes just a little nap is all.......

Nick was trying not to hyperventalate, but he had just remembered telling his boss all about his Grimmy things and there was that one part with the very hot making out and being pinned to the wall by his very sexy very strong captain, which explained the bruising, but not the pancakes and the coffee and how was he supposed to react to this???

And then nothing really mattered anyway, cause he was being pulled up and oh wow, hello really nice soft lips were pressed to his and a hot tounge was massaging and waring and hot strong hands were pulling and tugging and he was as shirtless as the captain Sean, call him Sean for gods sake the man's tounge is in your mouth, it's common curtesy and then they were moving and back on the comfy couch again, only Sean was on top of him and whispering in his ear to just stop thinking and feel and then those soft lips were moving down and guh, yeah can't think now anyway.

The (very bad) End