Title: Miss You
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt: 57 - Phone Encounter.

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Nick moved another form into his very small "done" pile and then took another from the far larger "work" pile as he felt his cell phone vibrate in his jeans pocket.

"Stokes."

"Fuck, I get hard the second you say that."

"Greg?" Nick asked nervously as he surveyed the empty room.

"Who the fuck else would call you and tell you they get hard the second they hear your voice? How many sexy boyfriends do you have."

"Sorry, you just took me off guard."

"I can't believe you didn't even kiss me goodbye when you left today," Greg said in his patented pouty voice.

"I did, you were just asleep. And I couldn't wake you – you were just... so," Nick paused and then whispered, "Adorable."

Nick waited for some sort of indignant reaction from Greg, but instead he just heard heavy breathing from the other end of the phone.

"Greg, are you alright?"

"Uhh," Greg moaned.

"Greg, please – tell me, are you ok?" Nick was starting to worry.

"I've got my fingers on my balls and I'm rubbing them."

Nick nearly dropped the phone. "Greg," he said, his mouth suddenly growing dry. "We can't – I'm at work," he protested, but his dick already had other ideas. It had been three weeks since the team had been split into two shifts and they so rarely saw each other. Nick would come home after Greg had already left for work and Greg would be coming home and going to bed around the time that Nick would be getting up. Lovemaking had been put on hold – the doubles were exhausting, and days off never seemed to match up. It seemed as if every time that they seemed to get started, one of their bosses was calling them back in.

"OK, Nicky... just talk to me."

"About what?" Nick was trying to do anything to not touch himself, but it was becoming impossible. Greg was spread out on their bed, naked and touching himself – so in love with him that he was turned on by the mere sound of Nick's voice.

"Anything, baby. The sound of your voice – the way you talk to me, the way you whisper to me when we make love. I miss hearing you."

Nick cursed softly, which elicited a light laugh from Greg – who adored it when Nick swore. Nick finally reached down to his crotch and opened his fly. "Tell me what you're doing? Are you touching your nipples?"

"Yeah," Greg moaned. "I licked my fingers and I'm pinching the left one."

"Put the phone on speaker."

There was a pause and shuffling. "Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear. Finger your balls."

"Yeah," Greg panted. "I'm thinking about you sucking them – getting me all hard so that I can fuck you."

"You're fucking me?"

"Yep."

"I can go with that... Are you going to fuck me nice and slow, or fast and hard? Am I going to scream you're name so loud the neighbors hear me?" Nick looked through the windows of the evidence room he was sitting in. No one noticed him – and the counter he was sitting at hid the fact that his hand was now on his cock.

"I'm gonna start slow – then speed it up. I'm going to make you beg for it – make you want me. I'm going get you on all fours and I'm going to stick my fingers in your ass and spread you wide open," Greg said, his voice going tight in places. Nick could hear the slapping of skin against skin as Greg had started to jerk himself off.

Nick started to pull on his own cock. He loved it when Greg took him – dominated him. As much as he loved fucking Greg; there was something about being the bottom – something about giving up all control to Greg; being penetrated and owned by someone who loved him so much. "Let's be doing it face-to-face... I wanna kiss you."

Greg yelped. "I miss you... I miss you so much – I hate this." It sounded like he was stopping.

"Don't stop. Tell me about fucking me. Come on – I'm in the middle of the lab, where anyone could catch me, and I'm jerking off – all because of you. Please, don't stop now – I need this. I need you."

"Ok," Greg whispered and then started again. "I lay you down on your back, and I kiss your chest. You spread your legs and let me lay between them as I kiss your lips. Our cocks touch and it feels so fucking good. I can feel your heart beating against my lips when go back to kissing you chest." Greg's words were choked with longing and lust, he was close – Nick could always tell.

Nick groaned as his hand slipped from the pace that he had set. He took a quick look at the clock. "Fuck! We have to move faster, babe. I can't get busted like this. Throw my legs up and fuck me."

"I love it when we're like this," Greg panted, his breath coming out ragged. "I love it when you warp your legs around me and pull me in close. When I'm so deep inside you, I can't tell the difference between you an me." The sound of Greg rapidly jerking off was evident over the phone. Nick increased his speed as well as he focused on Greg's words.

"I lean in and kiss you and your cock is trapped between our stomachs as I move faster. I'm so close... so... fucking... Oh GOD NICK!"

Nick could invasion the exact moment when Greg came – the way his back would arch and his eyes would roll back, the way his chest wouldn't move because he would stop breathing for the moment of release. Then they way he would fall back to the bed and take in shuddering breaths as the aftershocks rocked his body. Nick nearly dropped the phone when his own orgasm took him and he sprayed the side of the counter.

"Nicky?" Greg's once powerful voice seemed weakened by his orgasm.

"Yes," Nick panted as he tried to zip himself up without getting cum on his pants.

"If I come in early to work... Will you come find me and give me a kiss?"

"I should have woken you, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah."

"Next time – I'll wake you."

"Okay."

"And come in early. Maybe we can sneak in more than a kiss."

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