Title: And Across Town
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg are living very seperate lives.


"Greg, oh god, Greg, yeah right there," Nick moaned. He moved restlessly in the bed trying to position himself more comfortably as he reached for his cock.

"Yeah baby, suck it, you know you love it," Nick jerked his cock up and down furiously. Suddenly he was cumming. It was then that he finally woke up alone.

"Shit." He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, holding out his cum covered hand and placing it under the sink.

"Get it together, Stokes," he thought. "You can't be cumming in your sleep like a fucking hormonal teenager all the time."
He looked at the clock, it would only be about 20 minutes before his alarm clock raged to life. He decided that it was best to simply get up and start to wash his sheets.


"You're an ass you know that?" Her voice was angry.

"What's the problem du jour?" Greg asked his girlfriend well, sort of girlfriend. They weren't supposed to be actually dating just a one off, as friends, that turned into... well, this.

"You were supposed to call me earlier!" Ally screamed into the phone.

Greg rolled over in his bed. It was still 20 minutes until he had to get up.

"I didn't call because I worked a double, I was exhausted. I had to call a cab just to drive me home." He sighed. He knew that this was not going to be the end of it.

"You could have called me! I would have come to get you! And then I spend all day waiting for your call. I could have been out, you know, with friends." There was a pause.

"Greg, are you even listening? What did you think it would be fun to fuck on occasion and never call you're crazy! I told you to call. Why didn't you call?"

Greg repressed a groan. He had thought it was an occasional fuck a friends with benefits sort of thing. They had been friends before hadn't they? Well, more like acquaintances friend of a friend. But still he hadn't made any promises to her. All he really wanted to do was hang up the phone and snuggle up in the covers for just a few minutes more, before he had to shower and get back to the grind of things.

"I didn't mean to not call, I just," "Fuck it," he thought. "It was supposed to be a sex thing. You. Me. Sex. That was it. Booty calls. Both sides. I didn't want this you calling all the time acting all.. dramatic if we were dating, wouldn't I have taken you out or something by now?"

The phone was silent.

"You fucking bitch." And then came the dial tone.

Greg looked at the clock on the nightstand. No time to snuggle down. It was time to get up.


Next story in series - Rough Start.