Title: Yes, It's Ringing
By: Read 300300
NC-17
Summary: Nick is having a hell of a time trying to explain to a girl why he can't date her and uses his cell phone as an excuse to get out of it. Basically just a way for me to get Nick, Greg, and some handcuffs into the same bed.
Warnings: Nick in handcuffs! Hot, sweaty, horny Nick in handcuffs, as per a few people's request.
Disclaimer: Don't own, and I don't claim that I do.

Nick took a deep breath before launching into his explanation. This was a very difficult thing for him to do for obvious reasons, but as much as he really didn't want to do it, he knew that he had to. It wasn't fair to string someone along and then hurt that person even more in the end.

"Look, I like you, I really do, but I'm with someone else," he bit his lip, trying to be as tactful as possible. "And I really care for this person. I need you to understand that; I'm not blowing you off for some little fling. I really and truly care for the person I'm with."

"But my father said that you didn't have a girlfriend," the raven-haired girl protested.

Nick winced; one of the reasons that he hadn't just up and walked out of the restaurant yet was because this girl's father was the Chief of Police for the next precinct over. Had her parents been anyone else, he would have left in frustration a half hour earlier.

"Well, he was wrong; I'm very happily attached," he said firmly, practically daring her to refute that. Stokes had been at Cimia's Restaurant for nearly an hour trying to break it off with the girl, Rebecca or something like that, but she had refused to even consider that Nick didn't want to date her. She just refused to give up.

The whole situation made Nick want to scream; it wasn't just the fact that he had to waste his time dealing with this girl who didn't seem to have a clue or that he was missing quality time with his very handsome, very horny boyfriend, it was that he couldn't just come out and say that he was dating a guy. Well, not just 'a guy,' it was Greg. Beautiful, sexy, geeky Greg.

"She wouldn't have to know!"

Okay, that was the last straw; now Rebecca had gone from the realm of denial and into insanity. Only one thing to do now, since Greg hadn't called to get him out of it like he had promised to do.

"Um, excuse me; I have to take this call," he lied, pulling his cell phone out from the case that was attached to his belt. He flipped it open and set it next to his ear, cradling it with his hand and slapping an intent expression on his face as though he were actually listening to someone on the other line.

"Your phone didn't even ring!" the shrill voice sounded overwhelmingly angry.

"Yes, it did!" Nick looked at her a bit scathingly, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to talk with my- Oh shit!"

He moved the phone away from his ear, praying that the earth just opened up and swallowed him so that he didn't die of embarrassment; that thing really rang loudly when it was positioned right next to an unsuspecting ear! It had chosen to ring just as he was nearly out of the date from hell, but he couldn't deny that it was a very good deterrent, if the way that Rebecca ran out of the restaurant proved anything.

He didn't even try to go after her, knowing that it would only prompt her to engage in more hysterics; instead, he just hit the 'send' button on his phone and answered with a tired and worn, "Stokes here."

"Nicky?"

"Greg?"

"Uh, yeah, you told me to call if you were more than an hour late, and I'm calling... so what's up?" Greg sounded chipper, but Nick could tell that there was a slight undercurrent of tension in the voice.

"Well, I think you just made a girl cry," the CSI offered, too worn out from the conversation that had just ended to explain the whole 'talking' fiasco.

"Oh, great. I haven't done that in nearly two weeks now, and I was really starting to think I was losing my edge," Sanders joked. Then, his voice got somewhat serious, "Are you coming home soon? I have a surprise for you."

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there just as soon as I can," Nick sighed, glad that he could at least go home to someone as great as Greg after shit days like this. "I'm going to have to call a cab; the service department said that they couldn't get replacement tires in until tomorrow."

"Shit, Nick; I'm sorry. I can't believe someone slashed your tires," he sounded as though he was disgusted with whoever had done something that idiotic.

"Yeah, well, neither can I."

~*~*~

"Hey, Greg," Nick called out as he walked through the doorway, taking off his light jacket and moving to put it in the closet.

He did not, however, expect to be tackled barely five seconds after his arrival home. He struggled slightly, trying to break free until he realized that it was his younger lover who had snuck up on him.

"Good, you're home," Greg sighed happily in the older man's ear, wrapping his arms around Nick's waist and pinning his arms to his side. "We can play now and eat later, play later and eat now, or play and eat at the same time; your choice."

Nick's stomach rumbled; vaguely, he remembered that he hadn't actually gotten around to eating at the restaurant, but he would much rather suffer hunger than to have to go any longer without Greg being in his arms. Besides, he was hungry. That meant that if he ate now, he would probably overeat and then he would be too stuffed to properly enjoy himself with his lover later.

"Play now," came the swift and clipped words.

"Mmmm... Hey, Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"How much do you trust me?" Greg asked, tightening his hold on the other man's waist.

"Completely," he answered readily, not giving himself time to think about the technicalities of that question. He trusted his lover, and that was it.

"God, Nick, you're so amazing," Sanders murmured, kissing a trail from Nick's ear down to his neck, making certain that he paid extra attention to the spots that he knew drove the other man crazy. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to keep your eyes open when I'm done."

"Sure you're up to the challenge?" He laughed; he loved it when Greg topped occasionally.

"I think so, yeah. Here, come on..." He unhappily unwrapped his arms from the other man's waist before grabbing his lover's left arm and guiding him into the back of the house.

"Where are we going?" Nick asked as he was pulled along the hallway.

"Bedroom," Greg supplied; then he refrained from saying anything more until they were back there.

Nick stopped in shock when he saw what was lying around in their bedroom.

"Uh, Greg? What is this, exactly?" He gestured towards the objects that he hadn't remembered seeing in the room the last time he'd been in there.

"Just a way to help you relax; I know you've had a crappy day, and I just want to make you feel good," he managed to sound concerned and sexy at the same time; Nick decided it was the way he lowered the pitch of his voice ever so slightly that made it sound so goddamn irresistible.

"And you really think this'll help me?" Nick asked, somewhat confused. Some of the things looked vaguely painful.

"Yeah, I do," Greg said sincerely. "We can stop if you get uncomfortable or don't like it; I just want to make you feel good. And I mean, you trust me, right? You know that I'm not going to do anything to intentionally hurt you, don't you?"

Nick nodded dumbly, giving his consent even as his head spun with all the reasons why he should put an end to this right now. Swiftly, he undressed on Greg's orders, only noticing for the first time that the other man was only in his boxers, which were promptly removed. He let himself be guided towards the bed and laid down it; then, he felt Greg begin to fasten his hands together with padded handcuffs above his head and then attach the metal bindings to a slat in the headboard.

With a kiss to the palm of each hand, Greg set them both down on top of the pillow just above Nick's head so that he could be comfortable. He noted with mounting concern that his lover was lying slack on the bed, not moving to either accept or reject his touches, and that worried him. His lover was becoming withdrawn, just as he did whenever there was a particularly difficult case and emotionally demanding case.

Greg definitely didn't want that. This was supposed to help enhance the experience for his older lover, not diminish it with fear and apprehension.

Slowly, he moved his way down Nick's body before throwing a leg over the other man's waist to straddle him. Warm chocolate eyes met dull brown, and Greg realized in that one moment just how scared Nick was. With what he hoped to be a reassuring smile, the younger man leaned down and licked gently at a rosy nipple, feeling a surge of satisfaction when that prompted a startled jump from the man beneath him. As his assurance that the man was calming down grew, he began to worry the hardened bud more and more, bringing his fingers upwards to tweak the other one and feeling exultant when he coaxed a breathy moan from Nick.

Feeling emboldened, he bit down gently, then a little harder as he heard the sound of metal clinking that could only be the cuffs forcing Nick's hands to remain where they were.

"Greg?" The voice sounded oddly calm.

"Hmm?" He stopped his ministrations and looked up, pleased when he saw a half-smile on Nick's face. "Did you like that?"

If it were possible for Nick to ever look shy, he managed to do so in that moment as he blushed lightly and nodded while biting down on his lip.

"Want me to do it again?"

Another nod.

Changing tactics quickly, Greg swiftly moved to the other, somewhat neglected nipple and bit down on that one slightly harder, liking the way that Nick gasped and arched upwards into the sensation.

"Feel good, Nicky?"

"Mmmm..." He moaned, arching his back again to find Greg's mouth again once those warm lips had removed themselves from his chest.

Greg leaned forward now, suckling at his lover's neck just beneath the pulse point, something that he knew the older man really enjoyed. Testing the boundaries once again, the younger man moved slightly to the right and bit down on the Adam's apple that was moving convulsively as Nick tried to swallow the moans he was making.

He knew that he had stumbled on something when Nicky let out a startled gasp and a plea to never stop. Seeing the fire in the fluttering brown eyes beneath him, he knew it was time to step things up a notch.

"What do you want, Nicky? More of this?" He slid against the erection pressed against his as he dug his nails into the soft skin of Nick's side and scratch a long trail down the man's torso.

"God, yes, more!" He couldn't see straight anymore; his world felt as though it had only come down to the hot scrape of nails and the blinding shock of sensitive flesh on sensitive flesh. He shuddered as the double sensation wreaked havoc on his nerves.

Once again, he tried to move his hands; he wanted to bring them down, wanted to run them through Greg's hair, wanted to touch the other man and do so many things, but he couldn't! It was driving him out of his skin!

And then Greg was running his tongue down the red welts, and oh god, Nick knew he was so close to toppling off the edge of his control. This was too much, way too much sensation, but, god, he wanted more. So much more...

"Please, baby, please," he cried, trying to move away from that tongue, and yet, he couldn't get enough of it. He writhed, torn between wanting everything to stop and wanting it to continue forever. Nick desperately clawed at the handcuffs, not caring that he was bruising his wrists; he needed, needed so badly... "God, I need it, please, gotta have it, I've gotta, Greg, gonna die if you don't..."

"What do you need?" Greg asked clinically, loving the way that Nick's body was coming alive the more he touched it. Knowing that he alone could do this to the older man gave him such a rush, like ten jolts of espresso, but better, so much better. Words weren't enough to say how in love he felt at the moment, how perfect everything was for him. He had never actually expected for Nick to open up to him the way that he was, and it was so amazing, such an incredible surge of everything amazing and beautiful that the other man was able to show this side of himself.

"I don't know; god, don't know. Please, Greg, please!" He cried, barely able to get the words to come out of his mouth through his clenched teeth.

"Do you need to come?" He moved downwards and licked a long stripe from Nick's sac to the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, yes! Please...." The older man hissed in pleasure.

The slap was unexpected; a firm hand connecting with his thigh all of a sudden and Nick arched again, feeling everything he ever was and ever would be contracting into a little sphere and god, he was so close...

"Language, Stokes!" Greg surveyed the writhing body with pleasure, feeling such a heady mix of love and lust and happiness that he thought he could quite possibly die happy right that second.

"Do that again!" came the aching command, and Greg couldn't help but feel shocked. Apparently, Nick liked a fair bit more pain that even he had guessed.

Quickly, he moved so that he was kneeling over Nick, the man's lower thighs nestled between his own legs. Greg slapped the man's hip once again, using his other hand to begin fisting his own erection.

"God, please, so good, Greg, so perfect, need it, need it, need it so badly, need you... Now, please, now..."

Greg obliged him, giving him four quick smacks to the upper legs again, timing them with the quick movements of his other hand. He was amazed to see Nick arch once more, this time in pure bliss as thick creamy spurts issued forth from his cock, coating both of their stomachs. Within seconds, Greg's own semen was added to the mix as he screamed his release.

~*~*~*~*~

Greg and Nick both awoke to the opening strains of 'Made in the U.S.A,' and neither of them was happy about it.

"Don't answer it," Nick murmured, snuggling back into his pillow, loving the way that his sides and thighs were aching from the earlier activities.

"Could be Griss..."

"Oh, fine!" Nick flipped his phone open and answered with his normal greeting in a slightly gruffer tone than normal.

Seconds later, with a muttered curse, he slammed the top of the phone down, took out the battery, and then threw all the parts onto his nightstand, not caring where they landed.

"Who was it?" Greg asked, seemingly nonplussed by Nick's angry display.

"That girl who won't leave me alone. I mean, I've explained it to her and explained it to her, but she just can't take the hint that I'm not interested, even when I spell it out for her!" Stokes angrily punched his pillow.

Greg rolled over and began running soothing hands down Nick's back, "Don't worry about it; I hate it when you get all tense like this. I don't really like it when you're so wound up."

"I know, and I get that I shouldn't care about it because it's her problem, but..." Nick trailed off, and the slowly his face brightened. "Ah, well, maybe this means that we can give your little game a second try later?"

"Yeah, sure, definitely! Now, sleepy time, 'cause I'm not as young as I used to be! And neither are you."

"Hey! I'm young!"

"Sleep now, and later we'll argue about it."

"Fine, fine..." Nick drifted off to the sounds of Greg snoring; he could barely wait to see what the hours after they woke would bring.