Title: Don't Stop Until You're Done
By: ullman
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Summary: Silly little fic.

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The bedroom door opens, footsteps follow and Nick contemplates opening his eyes but when the room goes quiet he quickly drifts off into sleep again.

The sinking of the bed and hands tugging at his boxers wake him up, just a little, and he still can't get himself to open his eyes, he merely lifts his hips so the other person can slip his boxers off.

He hears himself make an incoherent sound when fingers start to trace patterns all across his ass and he hears soft laugther.

He doesn't say anything, instead he pushes his ass back a little, which gets him a little more laughter. After a few minutes of complete silence, and Nick's just about to raise his head to see if everything's okay, he can feel a tongue joining the fingers on his ass, swiping teasingly slow, and he can't hold back another moan.

Just when he feels his dick start to wake up , the tongue disappears and the hands move from his ass to the inside of his thighs but, to his disappointment, remain completely still.

"Greg?" His voice sounds hoarse and he coughs a few times, barely hearing Greg's soft reply.

"What are you doing, G?"

Greg grins. "Just my way of waking you up?" He pauses and Nick feels the fingers of Greg's hands digging into his flesh. "Are you complaining?"

Nick snorts and tries to nod without lifting his head from his pillow. "No. It's just.."

"You want me to continue?" Greg asks in a smug voice, and he moves his hands back to Nick's ass, only to take his hands off Nick's body completely after a few seconds.

"What the fuck?" Nick mutters.

Greg chuckles and leans in to kiss the back of Nick's head, laughing louder as Nick shakes his head when he does.

"Come on, Nick. Don't wanna be late on your last day, right?"

Nick blinks, his brains apparently not awake yet. "What? They fired me and forgot to tell me about it?"

Greg's laughing once again and Nick absentmindedly notes that Greg seems to do that a lot around him, and he starts to wonder if he should either be flattered or insulted by that. He decides to go with flattered. For now.

A gentle slap on his ass gets his attention and Greg's still grinning when he says, "Yeah, they did, Nick. Didn't you get the memo?"

"Very funny, Greg. Now let me sleep, man."

Another slap, a little less gentle this time and Greg says, "You really need to get up, Nick, it's late and I don't want to have to work late and risk missing our flight."

Nick lifts his head and peers at Greg. "Fuck. I totally forgot."

Greg nods. "I know, we were supposed to get up early to do the packing but it was impossible to wake you up. So that's why I'm all over you this morning. Don't be expecting that every morning."

Nick tries very hard not to pout, because pouting only works on Greg, he throws Greg a small smile and mumbles, "I'll be up in a minute, G. Just go make some coffee or something."

"You're not going back to sleep, now are you, Nick? Nick?"

He doesn't answer Greg, even considers throwing in a snore, but deciding against it when he realizes he doesn't snore, buries his face deeper into the pillow instead. And he waits.

After a while he start to regret not checking his watch, because maybe there really isn't time for this right now, and he can't afford to be late again. Especially not today, their three week vacation was hard enough to get approved and he doesn't want to rub anyone the wrong way. And just as he wants to lift his head and let Greg win this round he feels a slippery finger enter his ass, causing him to yelp in surprise.

Greg laughs. "You're pathetic, Nick."

"I know," Nick says, groaning as the finger disappears from his ass, "Don't stop, G."

"I'm sorry," and Greg sounds like he really is, "but you have like ten minutes to get your ass ready, Nick."

Nick grins and wiggles his ass. "I think my ass is ready to go, man."

"Like I said, you're pathetic."

Nick can't stop himself from grinning like an idiot and says, "We already agreed on that, Greg. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"

Apparently Greg isn't planning to do anything about that as he starts to get up from the bed and Nick resorts to once again wiggling his ass, earning him a not so gentle squeeze.

He lifts his head and winks at Greg, "That works too."

Greg rolls his eyes at him and raises his hands in defeat, sighing deeply before saying, "Whatever, I'm going to wait in the car and if you and your ass aren't there within the next ten minutes, you're on your own, man."

Nick rolls over onto his back just in time to see Greg leave the bedroom, muttering something inaudible, and he stays right there for a while. And it's not until he remembers Greg saying something about doing all the packing that he finally gets moving. Because the thought of three weeks of having to wear whatever clothes Greg packed for him, now that's a scary thought...

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