Title: Phone Calls On The Road
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,076
Author's Notes: Beta'd by sanityunhinged
Summary: Phone sex. Greg calls Nick while Nick is coming home from a crime scene.

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Nick silently cursed Grissom again. He couldn't believe the fact that, not only had he gotten called in on his day off, but that the crime scene was near Lake Mead. He was still unsure as to why the cops down there couldn't have handled it. He didn't want to be involved in a crime scene when he had had a day of movies and sex planned with Greg.

Greg had already called him 5 times since he had left the house all those hours ago. Nick had put the phone on silent the last three times, and he was feeling guilty about it. He had just wanted to get home and deal with it when he got home, but when Greg called a sixth time, Nick knew he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Hey, G."

"Are you ignoring my phone calls?"

"I was at a crime scene, Greg, and you called me like, five times.  I'm driving in from the Hoover Dam now."  He sighed as he looked down at the clock and then to the milepost. He wouldn't be getting to Greg nearly as soon as he would have liked. "You were just sitting around the house in your last message."

"Yes, but things have changed since then."

"What things, Greg?" Nick really wasn't in the mood to play any of Greg's head games at the moment.  He just wanted to get home.

"I was watching a movie." There was a hitch in his voice that made it obvious to Nick that it wasn't any ordinary movie.

Nick swallowed. "Yeah? Can you tell me about it?" he asked, as he set the cruise control and willed his hand away from his crotch. He was glad that the road was rather empty, just in case Greg took it to where he thought he was going to take it.

"God, it was so hot. And then I started to think about you and me and now... Now, I wanna take off my clothes, baby.  Especially my pants... they're really tight," Greg panted into the phone.

"Take off your pants, G."

"Yeah," he moaned, and Nick faintly heard the sound of the zipper being lowered.

"Are you hard, Greg?"

"So hard... so hard it hurts to touch."

"So, are you going to tell me more about the movie?" Nick asked, as he scanned the highway for a good place to pull off.  The only thing he saw was a sign for a rest stop - still another 18 miles away.  Even if he sped, it would take him 10 minutes - and he wasn't sure that Greg was going to last that long.

"It was a good movie.  There was this guy who looked a little like you.  He was with this dark skinned guy... Nicky?  Can I touch myself?" Greg pleaded into the phone.

"You do what you need to do, baby," Nick drawled out to his lover.

"And you pull down my pants..." Nick knew when Greg stated to talk like that, he was lost in the fantasy.

"Tell me more, Greg," he pleaded, ignoring the tightness in his own pants.  Just 15 more miles.

"You throw me up against the wall - and you strip me down... Make me put my arms up, and you lick me all over..."

"Your nipples - I play with your nipples."

"Yes. Oh, God - yes.  You roll them with your tongue."

"Where are my hands?"

"On my hips - you gotta get me ready."

"Do I prep you?" Nick was breathing heavy now - as was Greg.

"Yep... You turn me around and pull out my ass.  Then you finger me for a really long time - tease me."

"Stick your fingers in your ass.  Prep yourself." Nick tried to focus on the road and not on the image of Greg fingering himself on their bed.

"Okay..."

Nick waited, and he heard the sharp intake of breath that meant that Greg had inserted the fingers covered in the cool gel into himself.  "Stretch your ass, Greg.  Get it all loose for me - let me slide in and then tighten up.  Let me fuck you like you're a naughty boy.  Are you my naughty boy?"

"I'm so naughty.  What happens to naughty boys, Nicky?"

"Naughty boys get fucked against a wall and don't get to cum," Nick said, as he gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on the road.  His dick was rigid against his thigh, held in place by his jeans.

"I'm naughty... so naughty."

"Do you want to suck my cock? Naughty boys give head." Nick knew he shouldn't be giving into his own fantasy, especially while driving, but he just couldn't resist.

"Love... your cock." Greg was rapidly losing his ability to speak in proper sentences.

"You like my cock?  Use your dildo - pretend it's my cock - the cock you love so much..."

Nick heard the phone fall to the bed beside Greg's head, in response, Nick turned up the volume on his own phone.  He could picture Greg perfectly - lying on his back on their bed, knees bent, body curved at a precarious angle to allow for manual insertion of the dildo.

Nick hadn't seen anyone for miles, so he simply turned on to the shoulder and stopped the car.  Greg was moaning and panting, and Nick could clearly hear the sound of Greg jerking himself off.

"Greg, baby, yell, yell my name for me!" Nick told him as he put the cell on speaker and set it on the console.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"Nicky! Nicky! Fuck me, Nicky! Bend me over, fuck me hard!"

"Yes, yes, I'm fucking you, so hard - you can feel it - so deep in you."

"YES!" Greg screamed, and Nick closed his eyes and saw the perfect vision of Greg - toy in his ass, back arched, and cum shooting into the air.  Two more strokes, and Nick shot all over the steering wheel.

There were two minutes of shaky breathing on both ends of the telephone before Greg's voice brought Nick back to reality.  "Nicky?"

"Yeah?" his voice was still shaky.

"You didn't crash the car did you?"

"Nope. Pulled over."

"Did you come?"

"God, yes."

"I miss you."

"I'll be home soon."

"Start driving, baby."

Nick clicked off the phone and grabbed a dirty shirt from the back seat to clean up the wheel. Next time, he resolved not to answer the phone and to just get home on time.

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