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Title: Desert Heat, Part 2
Author: slightly_frayed a.k.a. Fraying
Rating: R, I would think. Nothing too too graphic, but with sexual content.
Genre: Nick/Greg semi-smut. In all honesty, this was one of my first fics, and I chickened out on the smut at the last minute.
Summary: Sequel to Desert Heat, Part 1. Sex on the side of the road, anyone? Sorry, it's rather short.

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Yup, it's heat stroke. You're out cold, Greg. And that tongue in your mouth isn't really there. You're probably choking on your own tongue. Maybe you should wake up, but--

...Nah.

Nick still wasn't sure what he was doing, and it was all he could do to control his own hands. For some reason, they were suddenly at Greg's belt buckle, fumbling and shaking of their own accord. There was no resistance.

And then he was on Greg's seat with him, grinding hard against his hips and the stiffening bulge in his pants, staring hard into the younger man's eyes. He was dazed, breathing hard, and had the slightest hint of a smile spreading over his lips. Greg arched his back a little, and somewhat snapped out of the blissful haze he was enoying being a part of. Then his hands joined in the unconscious effort of undressing, and Nick was suddenly shirtless.

The younger man's mouth found it's way to Nick's again, and he probed the foreign space with his tongue. His hands slid their way desperately down Nick's back and then around to the button of his jeans. He fumbled with the zipper and freed Nick from his constricting denim prison.

And the heat. It was suffocating and opressive and hot. And it hung in the air between them like an invisible barrier that somehow managed to amplify every sensation.

Their bodies were damp and hot, writhing in the passenger seat of Nick's truck in the middle of the desert. And suddenly the seat was pushed back and there was a struggle with clothes, and they were somehow both naked; Nick straddling Greg and licking a trail over his jawline and down his neck. He made his way slowly down Greg's body, ending up on his knees on the floor of the truck, with almost no room to move. Then he took Greg into his mouth...

-.-.-.-

They were both back in their respective seats, fully clothed and ready to be on the road again. The windows were fogged slightly, and they were both breathing heavily, coming down from an unbelievable high.

"Nick?" Greg broke the silence.

"I thought I told you to shut up." And the Texan smiled.