Title: Patience Is A Virtue
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Grissom always seems to call at the worst times.

“Greg?”

Nick wearily pushed their front door open, expecting Greg to barrel into him at top speed and throw his arms around him. He’d spent the day at home alone after all. In fact, they should have both been at home all day, only, this afternoon Grissom had decided to call Nick in. And the phone call couldn’t have come at a worse time. Nick’s mind drifted back to the phone call and when it had arrived.

“Next time Griss tries to call me in when I’ve got Greg where I want him, I’ll tell him I’m in the middle of something. Or someone . . .” he muttered. “Greg?” he called again.

He checked the kitchen; there were some empty coffee mugs and an empty pizza box but still no sign of his wayward boyfriend. He wasn’t in the utility room doing the laundry he should have done yesterday, or in the dining room. In fact, there was no sign of him anywhere on the ground floor.

Nick walked upstairs and tried the spare room in case Greg was on the computer, the bathroom and then the only place left to look was their bedroom. He stalked down the corridor and pushed open the bedroom door.

“Greg?” The room was completely dark, not a sound from inside. The blackout curtains were drawn. He took a step further into the room. “Greg?”

Suddenly, in a flash of blond spikes and clinking metal, Nick was flat on his back on their bed with his arms in the air. A ‘clink’ was heard and then another, and then he realised that his hands were now immobile; his wrists encased in a pair of force issue handcuffs.

“What the fuck? . . . Greg?”

He struggled against the bindings as Greg, wearing only a pair of insanely low riding jeans that stopped just short of revealing the precious treasure stored inside them, straddled his hips.

“Well, seeing as we were so rudely interrupted this afternoon . . .” Greg leant down and peppered small kisses over Nick’s neck, “I thought we could make up for it now. And believe me, I’ve been waiting all day.”

He gently ground his crotch down into Nick, showing him just how hard the wait had been.

“Oh, Greg . . .”

Nick moaned slightly at the contact and thrust his hips up to meet Greg’s, a pleasant shudder from his partner his reply.

“You have no idea how difficult today’s been,” he moaned.

Greg began to kiss and nibble his way down Nick’s chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he went. He felt his cock swell and lengthen, the beginnings of the erection he had been fighting all day stirring and he wasn’t going to fight it any more. Greg lavished attention on his nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth, causing Nick to arch his back up into his touch.

“All I could think of was you . . . mmmmm . . . lying here . . . how I left . . . shit . . . left you this morning . . . god, bite that nipple just a bit harder . . . yes . . . lying here with your legs open . . . ahhh . . . waiting for me.”

“Talk . . . about . . . an . . . awful . . . time . . . to . . . call.” Greg kissed his way to Nick’s waistband, dropping a kiss after each word. “A couple of millimetres more and you’d have been . . .” Greg leant over Nick so his lips were right beside his ear, “in me,” he whispered.

Nick released a moan of pure desire and Greg grinned. He shuffled down to Nick’s knees and unzipped his pants then crawled backwards, pulling them off as he moved. Once the pants were off, his boxers soon followed, both things landing on the floor somewhere behind the bed. Greg stripped off his own denims then laid flat on top of Nick, his hands running up and down Nick’s sides and landing in his hair. He squirmed against him, gasping as their erections brushed together.

Greg leaned in and placed his lips on top of Nick’s, gently brushing them back and forth, the sensations going straight to his groin and making goose bumps ripple on his arms. Nick dragged his tongue over Greg’s bottom lip and he willingly opened his mouth, allowing Nick entry. Their tongues swirled around each other, massaging and stroking. Greg moaned throatily, a noise that was easily swallowed by Nick. Eventually they broke apart, the need for oxygen overwhelming.

“Fuck, Sunshine,” Nick panted, his breath in ragged gasps. “I wanna touch you. Bad.”

Greg sat up and straddled Nick’s hips once again, letting his palm graze over Nick’s now fully hard cock. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his face and neck flushed.

“Well, tonight, my hands are your hands. So . . . what you gonna do to me?”

Nick’s eyes were as wide as saucers and he felt his cock twitch. Did he mean . . . ?

Greg placed both his hands over his own cock and stroked his palms over his impressive erection.

“Well, Nicky? What are you gonna do to me?” he purred. “Because I need you to touch me.”

“Oh God, Sunshine, you mean I can do anything to you?”

Greg grinned and stroked himself just a little harder.

“Anything.”

Greg nodded and let out a shuddering breath. Nick swallowed hard and struggled once more against the bindings before giving up. But then, why would he want to struggle when Greg was offering to put on a show for him? Exactly. Why not just make the most of this?

“Well, Sunshine. I wanna stroke your cock.”

Greg raised an eyebrow, then licked his lips.

“Ok, Nicky.” He wrapped his left hand around his dick and started to stroke slowly, letting his eyes flutter closed and his head drop back. “Like this?”

“Yeah, Sunshine. Just like that.”

Nick watched in awe as Greg stroked himself for him. His own cock was beginning to throb and leak as he watched his boyfriend pleasuring himself.

“Pinch a nipple, Sunshine.”

Greg pinched his right nipple and moaned before tightening his grip on his cock and starting to rock his hips gently. Nick watched, his mouth open and practically watering. Greg was moaning, his face and chest red, his body beginning to gleam with sweat. His mouth was open and he was panting softly.

“Nicky . . . oh, Nicky . . . your hands feel so good.” He moaned loudly and bit his bottom lip. “What else are you gonna do to me? I need more. Please Nicky, I need more.”

Nick licked his lips and his hips thrust up of their own accord.

“I’m gonna grip you tighter and move my hands faster, maybe use both hands.” As Nick spoke Greg followed his instructions. “I’m going to use the palm of one hand to rub over the tip, using all that precum you’re leaking as lube, and I’m gonna carry on tugging your delicious cock with the other hand.”

Greg was moaning and panting by now, thrusting hard into his hands and sighing Nick’s name. He followed Nick’s instruction to the letter, making Nick feel ready to burst.

“Oh, Nicky . . . feels so good . . . but not enough . . . need something . . . in me.”

Nick flushed a deeper red and shuddered as Greg’s words, knowing exactly what to put in him.

“Me, Sunshine, I’m gonna be in you.”

Greg continued to stroke himself with one hand but took the other off the tip of his needy cock.

“How . . . so good, Nicky . . . how are you gonna . . . mmmmmm . . . get me ready? I can’t . . . take you . . . dry. You’re . . . too big.”

He continued to stroke himself as he waited for Nick’s answer, the hand he had taken off his aching cock on Nick’s chest, helping to hold him up. Occasional spasms rocked his body as the pleasure began to peak. He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him.

“I’m gonna make you cum, then use the cum to lube you.”

Greg let out a loud moan and put both hands back on his cock, stroking and tugging, barely controlling himself.

“I’m gonna make you taste yourself first,” Nick said, his own tastes dictating what Greg did to himself. “I’m gonna rub my index finger in your precum then put it in your mouth.”

Nick watched as Greg struggled to stop himself masturbating long enough to let his finger do what he’d been asked it to do. He took the hand that had been rubbing over the tip and the index finger teased the slit for a second, eliciting a loud moan as it gathered some of his juices, before he lifted that finger and put it in his mouth. He sucked hard, moaning and letting his tongue play around it.

“God Nicky, I love that.” Greg began to tug harder. “Nicky, please . . . getting close . . . make me cum.”

“I’m gonna tug you as hard and as fast as I can now, make you scream and cum all over my chest.”

Nick watched, he didn’t need to say anything else. Everything about him felt tight, like he was burning up. His hair was already stuck to his forehead and he was so desperate to cum. He’d held off on finishing himself off this morning, preferring to wait for Nick to come home and do it for him. He leaned forward, his right hand once again leaning on Nick’s chest in an effort to keep himself up as the pleasure increased.

“So . . . close,” he panted, letting his thumb glide over the tip on the upstroke.

His strokes were frantic now, he could feel a tight ball of fire in his stomach that was spreading to the base of his spine, the need to release stronger than he could deal with. He was moaning continually as he breathed out and his breaths in were shaky, just barely managing to drag enough oxygen into his lungs. He felt himself reaching the edge, almost falling, just needing one more thing to push him over.

“Cum for me, Sunshine.”

And that was enough. Greg threw his head back and screamed Nick’s name as his orgasm slammed into him. His back arched and his hips pushed forward as he spilt his seed all over Nick’s chest and then slumped forward, lying on his boyfriend to regain his breath.

“Beautiful. Just beautiful, Sunshine.”

Greg giggled and pushed himself back up, still breathing hard. Remembering how Nick had told him to prepare he put his hand into the warm puddle he had made on Nick’s chest, making sure his fingers were thoroughly coated, before sitting up on his knees. Slowly, he let his hand creep behind him and slid one finger into his waiting hole. He gasped at the intrusion before beginning to slide the finger in and out slowly.

“That’s it, Sunshine. Now add a second.”

Greg carefully pushed a second finger in and began to scissor them as he moved them in and out. His groans were becoming needy as his desire for his boyfriend increased.

“Last one, baby. Slip one more in.”

Greg pushed a third and final finger into himself and moaned with delight as he accidentally caught his sweet spot. He felt himself begin to get hard again as he worked himself, preparing for Nick to enter him.

“Have to . . . have you now . . . Nicky.” Greg stopped to speak as he knew he was fast losing the ability to form a coherent sentence. “Please, Nicky . . . I need you . . . I can’t hold out any longer.” He took in a huge breath and it shuddered out. “So how . . . are you gonna . . . take me?”

Nick swallowed and stared into his lover’s eyes.

“Take me in your hand and sit on me. Ride me, Sunshine.”

Greg slowly lowered himself over Nick’s hard cock, taking it in his hand and guiding it into his willing hole. He lowered himself a millimetre at a time until that hot, hard cock was completely buried in his ass and then he started to raise and lower himself. Both men groaned as he rose up and then let himself slide down again until Nick was completely buried in him.

“Yessssss,” Greg hissed as he moved. “Oh God, Nicky . . . yessssss.”

Nick’s hips began to move underneath Greg, pushing up into him as Greg rode him. There was nothing slow and gentle about this. After the interruption of their earlier love making session this morning this was out and out hard and fast fucking, making love would come later once the almost painful level of desire and lust had been dealt with.

Moans and pants and the sound of skin on skin filled the room as Greg leant back and placed his hands on Nick’s raised knees to steady himself and to lever himself into the perfect position for Nick to stroke his prostate with each thrust.

“Fuck, Nicky . . . harder . . . please . . . wanna . . . cum with you . . . inside me.”

Nick began to thrust up into his boyfriend as fast as he could, aiming for his sweet spot and revelling in the cries that spilled from his mouth when he found it. Unable to reach his lover’s cock he made a request.

“Sunshine . . . touch . . . oh, God . . . touch yourself.”

Greg slipped his hand down to his one again hard dick and wrapped around it, stroking in time with the thrusts from Nick. The pace of his hand increased as Nick’s thrusts became more frantic.

“I’m gonna . . . gonna . . . ooohhhhh . . . cum, Nicky.”

Greg sucked in a breath and tensed, feeling like his body was about to snap.

“Oh, Nickyyyyyyyyy!”

He screamed, his orgasm setting off spasms all around his body. His cock spilled its seed all over Nick’s chest once again and Nick revelled in the feeling of his lover’s warm seed spilling on to him and knowing it was him that had caused it. Greg’s ass clenched around Nick’s erection, and as this was the moment he had been waiting for all day, he couldn’t hold back.

“Yessssssss, Greg!” he screamed, spilling his seed into his boyfriend.

Greg slumped down over Nick, breathing hard, smearing his cum on both their chests. He knew they would both be uncomfortably sticky later, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck, Nicky,” Greg panted. “That was . . . incredible.”

Greg lifted his hips up so Nick’s cock slipped out of him and then laid back onto Nick’s chest, resting his head in the crook of his neck as the last after tremors twitched through him.

“Mmmmmm,” Nick agreed, no stamina left to say anything else.

Greg giggled and took the key from under his pillow before releasing Nick from the handcuffs.

“Well,” he said. “Give us half an hour and . . .” Greg leant in to whisper into Nick’s ear “I’ll let you tie me up.”

Nick bit Greg’s nipple as he slipped a hand into his boxer shorts, his lover screaming out his name and pushing his chest up to meet him as he did. Greg was delirious with pleasure, having been teased for the last hour by Nick. He had been stroked and sucked through the hole in his boxers, kissed, licked and nibbled and every time he had come close to orgasm Nick had stopped and gone back to rubbing his fingertips all over that lithe body and teasing the pert, pink nipples of his younger lover.

“P . . . please, Nicky,” he sobbed in desperation. “Please.”

“You’re begging nicely, Sunshine. But it isn’t my hand or mouth that I want to finish you with . . .” Nick leant in, his hot breath brushing against Greg’s neck. “I want to finish with my cock buried in you.”

Greg choked out another sob and rocked his hips so the pressure on his cock was increased. Nick began to tug him harder, watching carefully for the signs that his lover was close. They came quickly. Greg’s legs tensed, he threw back his neck and arched his back, his breathing stopping temporarily he was so close.

And Nick let go of his cock and kneeled up.

”Fuck . . . Nicky!” Greg almost shouted, slamming his hands onto the floor. “Please . . . help me . . . fuck me, Nicky.”

“As you asked so nicely, baby.”

Nick reached behind him and picked up a bottle of lube that heated and caused a tingling sensation at the same time, squirting a generous amount of the cool gel onto his fingers. He leant forward and rubbed his finger around Greg’s hole, which was already pulsing with need. Greg reached up and entwined his fingers into Nick’s hair, shuffling on his back to increase the stimulation applied by the finger. He moaned and arched his back as the finger slipped in, finding his sweet spot straight away.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Greg screamed, his back once again arching up.

Nick slowly pushed in another finger, carefully scissoring as he thrust the fingers in and out. He plunged them in as far as he could, making sure he brushed Greg’s prostate with each stroke. Greg was incoherent with pleasure, babbling nonsense in Norwegian and English, begging for a third finger, for Nick’s cock, anything that would fill him completely. Nick obliged by adding a third finger and continuing to work Greg’s cock as he coated his own throbbing erection with lube. He struggled to contain a grunt of pleasure. After all, it wasn’t just Greg who had been frustrated for the last hour.

Nick removed his fingers and placed the tip of his cock against Greg’s now well-lubed ass. Greg cried out and tried to push himself down onto Nick, so desperate that he didn’t care how wanton how looked. His body was on fire, flushed, glowing with sweat. All he wanted now was to be fucked to within an inch of his life.

“Ready, Sunshine?”

“God damn it . . . YES, ALREADY!”

Nick thrust in hard, drawing a sharp intake of breath and a sob from Greg as he got what he had needed for a while now. Nick raised himself up so he could angle his thrusts for Greg’s sweet spot and pound into him with all he had. But just as he pulled back out ready to slam in again, the phone rang.

Nick immediately stopped moving.

“No. Oh hell, no.”

“Leave it, Nicky. Please.”

Nick pulled back out of his lover and thrust forward again, feeling Greg shudder in his arms. There was nowhere on Earth he would rather be right now.

But the damn phone was still ringing.

“Fuck!” Nick shouted, pulling out completely and running to the handset.

Greg rolled over to his front and thumped the pillow he had his head on.

“Christ, Nicky.”

Nick smiled apologetically and slumped into the chair near the phone, pressing the answer button.

“Yes?” he snapped.

“Nicholas! That is no way to speak to your mother!”

“Mom!” Nick cried, horrified that his mom had called in the middle of their love making session.

Greg got up onto his hands and knees and giggled. Nick rolled his eyes and turned sideways so he couldn’t see Greg. Greg smiled as Nick spoke to her, his grin spreading wider and wider as an evil plan formed in his exceptional brain. He crawled over to Nick and then sat, crossed legged, right in front of him with his hands on his knees, smiling at him. Nick looked confused but carried on talking to his mom. Making sure that Nick was watching him, he slowly laid down so he was flat on his back with his knees facing the roof and his legs apart, giving Nick a perfect view of everything.

Grinning evilly, he began to run his fingertips up and down his sides, stopping to pinch his pink nipples. One hand continued to stroke him all over whilst the other travelled to his face where he slipped two fingers into his mouth, his tongue rolling all around them. Nick swallowed and carried on talking to his mom, although as Greg looked into his lap he could clearly see his cock beginning to leak. Knowing that his plan was working, Greg took it to the next step.

He took his fingers from his mouth and let them travel to his right nipple as his left hand travelled to his cock. He wrapped his hand tightly around it as the moist fingers of his right hand began to circle and tweak the small peak. Greg was making soft, moaning sounds and his chest was rising and falling unevenly. Nick was valiantly trying to continue the conversation, but it was becoming harder and harder. In more ways than one . . .

He continued to stroke himself for about three minutes, letting Nick see how much he was enjoying his own company. Moaning as he tugged, letting the index finger of his right hand dip into the leaking slit before allowing it to travel to his mouth where he sucked it hard and in the most arousing way possible. Nick was visibly distracted, unable to take his eyes off Greg and asking his mom to repeat herself.

Greg let himself go and sat up on his knees, leaning over Nick. He pulled his legs around so he was facing the front and then placed his hands on the arms of the chair so Nick’s legs were right in front of him. Then suddenly he plunged his mouth down over Nick.

Nick let out a strangled cry as he felt himself sink into that hot, warm cavern.

“Nnnnggghhh!”

“Nicholas? What’s happening?”

“N . . . nothing, mom. I stubbed my toes on the table.”

Nick waved his hand at Greg, telling him to go away and stop but all he did was smile and then started to let his tongue tease the tip of Nick’s cock. Nick unconsciously thrust up into Greg’s mouth and Greg made no effort to stop him, just swallowed around his cock when he felt it was in far enough. Nick bit his lip again and grunted softly.

“Hang on a s . . . second, mom.” He covered the mouthpiece. “Greg! Stop it!” he hissed.

Greg paid him no attention at all and carried on teasing him. As he sucked him, Greg slipped one of his own fingers into his ass. Nick’s mouth dropped open as he stared at Greg, still not really believing what he was seeing.

“Greg!” Nick once again covered the mouthpiece of the phone and hissed at his boyfriend, despite the fact he knew by now that he wasn’t going to win. But he still wasn’t quite sure how far Greg was going to take it. As he watched Greg fingering himself and felt him sucking his so expertly he was pretty sure he knew how it was going to end.

“M . . . mom can I call you . . . b . . . back?”

“No, Nicholas. I have to go out soon so this is the only chance I’m going to get to speak to you today.”

Nick groaned and felt his hips beginning to rock. Fuck it, if this was going to end the way he thought it was he may as well enjoy it. He twisted the phone so his mouth wasn’t near the speaker and felt his breathing speed up. Greg was so damn good at blowjobs. He was shuddering gently as Greg’s tongue did sinful things to him below the waist. He had completely lost track of his mom and to be honest he didn’t really care. He just hoped he had moved the handset enough so that his mom wasn’t going to hear something she really didn’t want to.

“Nicholas? Is everything alright? You sound . . . distracted.”

If he had been able to think more clearly he most likely would have found it funny, but right now his mom was about the furthest thought from his mind. He felt himself tensing, a heavy weight settling in his stomach, heat spreading through his body. He was flushed and sweating and ready to burst.

“Ohhhhh,” he moaned, his mother still trying to get his attention on the other end.

Suddenly he dropped the phone and pushed his fingers into Greg’s hair as he gave a massive thrust upwards, spilling his seed into his lover’s mouth.

“Yesssssssss!” he screamed as stars exploded behind his eyes before he sunk back into the chair, smiling.

He ruffled Greg’s hair and looked sleepily at him, pure love in his eyes.

“Nicky . . .” Greg whispered and pointed to the phone that had been dropped to the floor.

“Shit!” Nick dived to the floor and picked up the receiver. “Mom?”

“What the hell is happening there, Nicholas? Did you just scream?”

“Um, yeah, well . . .” He looked up again to see Greg once more on his back with a hand around his cock. He could feel the beginning of a new erection building. “Mom?”

“Yes, Nicholas?”

“I’ll call you back.”

He put the phone back in the cradle then turned to face Greg who began to giggle and stood up. Nick took a step forward and Greg took a step backwards in the direction of the bedroom.

“Greg . . .” Another step as Greg giggled at him, his hard on pointing comically in front of him.

“Greg . . .” Yet more giggling as Greg began to walk a bit faster towards their bed.

“Greg!”

Nick gave chase as Greg ran towards the bedroom, squealing with delight.

“You are in for the ride of your life,” he laughed, running into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

 Greg threw his kit into the back of his Denali and slammed the trunk, swearing under his breath. He yanked open the driver’s door and climbed in, tugging his belt on and ramming the keys into the ignition with a little too much force. He was Officially. Pissed. Off. In fact, he was more than pissed off. He was pissed off and then out the other side.

“Hoover dam. The Hoover fuckin’ dam. Should have checked before they sent me here. God dam it.” He laughed at his unintentional pun and then punched the steering wheel. “God damn it!”

He took his cell out of his pocket, switched it on and then put it on speaker and placed it into the cradle on the dash. He pressed speed dial 6 and pulled out of the parking lot as it began to ring at the other end. If they hadn’t sent him out here he could have got that paperwork done and got home to spend some ‘snuggle time’ with Nick before going back into work again to cover for the stupid, sick swing shift tech. He was so horny right now, the last thing he needed was a late one . . .

“Please answer, Nicky, I’m gonna explode if you don’t help me soon . . .” He shifted in his seat, his cock beginning to stiffen as he thought of all the things he could be doing that were so much better than driving.

“Stokes.”

“Hey, Nicky.”

“Greg, aren’t you at a scene?”

He heard sheets rustling in the background. Nicky was still in bed. Damn it! He moaned quietly. Man, how much did he want to be in there with him right now, naked and . . . but that was not a useful train of thought right now. He wriggled again, trying to find a comfortable position as the tip of his cock nudged his zipper.

“Nope. Turns out they invited too many people to the party.”

”That sucks.” Nick let out a yawn.

“God, you have no idea. I have so much paperwork to get done and then I’m in the lab for swing as their tech called in sick, again, so that will be practically a triple by the time I get back, get that stack of work done and hand everything in. So I can’t get home for any quality time with my man for way too long.”

Greg sighed and rubbed his eyes. It had been a horrible week. He needed Nick so bad right now it hurt.

“I’ll make it up to you when you get in baby. Maybe get out the whipped cream and chocolate body paint. What do you say?”

More rustling. Greg could picture Nick getting more comfortable under the covers. Those shoulders, the fine muscles on his chest, that pert ass, those big hands, that talented mouth . . . His mind dived for the gutter.

“But Nicky, it’s been a week. A whole week! I can’t wait that long.”

Nick giggled. Greg could hear him smiling.

“It won’t be long, baby. We’re both off tomorrow. And I promise you a day in bed. And not for sleep either.”

Greg sighed. Nick was in their bed, alone and warm. That body, those eyes. The things he could be doing to Greg right now.

“But Nicky . . .” Greg whined. “I’m pissed off and frustrated. Please help me.”

“You’re driving, Sunshine. I’m sure you can wait just a few more hours. I don’t wanna be responsible for you crashing a work Denali. How would we explain that to Griss? Sorry Griss, but Greg went off the road because he was jerking off and had an orgasm.”

Greg pulled over and killed the engine.

“Well, I’m not driving any more. And no, I can’t wait. I need you. Now. Please Nicky. Please.”

Greg heard Nick laugh and push the covers down from his chest. He knew he’d won and was about to get what he wanted, needed, so badly.

“So, if you want me to play, what do you want me to do? Want me to talk you off? Tell you what I’m doing to myself? Jerk off and let you listen?”

“I want you to tell me what to do.”

Greg climbed in to the back seat, taking some tissues and the phone with him. Nick heard the noise and knew what he was doing. He put the tissues in the foot well and the phone beside his head, still on speaker. He lay down on the back seat and closed his eyes, waiting for Nick to give his commands.

“So, I’m in charge?”

“Yes, master.”

A thrill travelled down Nick’s spine, finishing in his groin. Greg had never done submissive phone sex before. This was a whole new experience.

“Lay on your back and open your pants. Are you wearing underwear?”

“I’m laid down master, and no, I don’t have any underwear on.”

Greg opened his pants, exposing his cock to the air. He moaned as the cool breeze wafted over him.

“I want you to run your fingers all over it, just using your fingertips.”

Nick listened intently as Greg hissed. He knew how much that wound him up. When he was hard, he wanted much more pressure on his cock than this treatment allowed. It was one of the many ways that Nick had discovered to drive him wild.

“Carry on, Greg, don’t use anything but your fingertips for now.”

“Yes, master.”

Greg moaned once more as he carried on. Nick felt himself stiffening and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he joined in.

“That’s it, Greg. You sound so amazing when you touch yourself.”

”Thank you, master.” Greg let out another small moan and a shuddering breath. “Please master, this feels so good but I need more.”

“Well, I think you need to beg before I let you do anything else.”

Greg moaned and shivered. God, being dominated was so hot and just what he needed right now.

“Please master, let me do more. I need more. I’m so hard it hurts.”

Nick smirked. Greg really was desperate. The least he could do was oblige. He wanted it just as badly if he was honest.

“Ok, Sunshine. You can wrap your hand around it, but not too tightly and take it slow.”

“Thank you, master.”

Greg wrapped a desperate hand around his hard on and began to stroke, just as Nick had commanded. His grip was too loose to provide too much pleasure and his movements too slow to get him anywhere fast. God, why did Nick love to tease him so much?

“And keep your hips still, Sunshine.”

Greg muttered ‘bastard’ under his breath as that was exactly what he was about to do.

”Ok, for being such a good boy so far you can grip a bit tighter. But only a bit. And if you tell me how good it feels, I’ll let you speed up.”

“God master, it feels so damn good. Like it’s your hands touching me. Please let me do more. Tell me what to do, master.”

“I want you to grip harder and move your hand faster. But keep your hips still.”

Greg happily increased the pressure of his grip and began to move faster. His cock was throbbing and beads of precum had begun to leak from the tip and travel slowly down the sides. That suited him fine as it just added to the amazing sensations coursing through his overheated body and it was just fine for lube.

As he worked himself, he began to feel sweat on his brow and his face and chest flushing. He knew if he opened his eyes and looked down, his nipples would be two rosy peaks, visible through his t-shirt.

Greg moaned as he moved his hand and Nick couldn’t hold back. He slipped his hand under the covers and wrapped it around his own rock hard erection. He moaned loudly, picturing Greg on his back in the Denali pleasuring himself.

“Are . . .are you joining . . . in, master?” Greg managed to pant out.

Nick moaned once more in reply. “Yes . . . mmmmm.”

”God m . . . master you are . . . ooohhh . . . incredible.” Greg shuddered and tried to resist moving his hips. “Please m . . . m . . . master, I n . . . n . . . need to . . .m . . . move.”

“Oh no, Greg. I don’t think I’m quite ready to let you do that yet.”

Nick continued to stroke, his own breathing now becoming laboured. God, Greg sounded amazing. He couldn’t control himself and began to rock his own hips, knowing that Greg couldn’t join him yet.

“Please . . . I can’t . . . hold back.”

“Ok . . . Sunshine. You can . . . move your . . . hips.”

“Th . . . thank you . . . master.”

Greg began to thrust into his hand, all sense of decorum gone. He was as hot as he could ever remember being and a stream of complete nonsense escaped from his mouth. Some of it was English and some Norwegian. Nick knew that when the Norwegian appeared, Greg was getting close.

“I w . . . want you to . . .mmmmm . . . pinch your . . . nip . . .nipples,” Nick stuttered out.

Greg’s hand snuck under his t-shirt, trailing his digits over his chest on the way to the hot spot that was waiting for them. He went for the right first, one finger reaching out and beginning to circle it slowly. His back involuntarily arched from the seat and he shouted loudly, the pleasure mounting.

“More . . . please . . . more,” he sobbed.

Nick’s hand was moving as fast as it had ever moved before, his mind a blur of images and sounds. He desperately wanted to cum at the same time as Greg.

“Don’t forget . . . mmmmm . . . the other one . . . . Greg.”

Greg’s hand left his right nipple and travelled to the left, pinching hard. He let out another cry, half way between a scream and a yelp and began to thrust harder into his willing hand.

“Drop your . . . h . . . hand to your . . . balls.”

Nick was struggling to give commands and was amazed that Greg could still understand them, but he knew from the sound of shuffling cloth that his hand had moved from his t-shirt to his crotch. Once it got there, he knew it would gently rub the balls at first and then cup them, feeling their warmth and weight. After that, it would begin to roll them gently. He had seen Greg do it for him so many times and the thought excited him beyond all belief.

He closed his eyes, images flashing behind them, and let his muscles begin to tense. The sounds Greg was making travelled directly to his groin and his body was so hot it felt like it was on fire.

“S . . . so close, master.” Greg struggled to speak with the last of his rational thought.

“Finish, Greg. W . . . whenever you’re . . . r . . . ready.”

The talking stopped and all that could be heard was the slapping of skin on skin as both men worked themselves into a frenzy. Greg’s muscles were so tight, he felt like he would explode. His cock was throbbing, aching; the need for release overwhelming.

Greg began to twist his hand, making sure his palm rubbed over the tip as it moved up and then down again. He could picture Nick on his back on their bed, cock in hand, stroking himself as Greg had got him so excited.

“Gonna . . . gonna cum . . . Nicky.”

Greg took in a sharp breath and let out a scream, his muscles convulsing and his eyes rolling back in his head as hot ribbons of cum shot from his cock and landed on his t-shirt. His back arched so far from the back seat that only his head and feet remained on the soft material. He fell back, panting, listening as Nick yelled his name as his own orgasm hit him like a freight train.

“Fuck, Nicky.” Greg stopped to pant, trying desperately to regulate his breathing. “That was amazing.”

“Mmm,” Nick moaned, unable to say more.

Greg grinned and reached for the tissues, giggling to himself.

“What’s so funny, Sunshine?”

“I got it all over me.” He tried his best to mop up the mess with one of the tissues but it wasn’t working. All that happened was that the tissues stuck to the warm puddle.

“Better get home then so we can give that t-shirt a wash.”

Greg giggled once more before giving up and taking off the t-shirt. He blew Nick a kiss, said goodbye and climbed back into the front of the car, sleepy, satisfied and in a much better mood.

As soon as he got home, he was going be out of those trousers and on Nicky. And who could blame him?