Title: Jet Lag
By: maribouquet
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Writer's Cockblock - Sleepless.

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"Could you just punch me in the face, please?"

"Mmrph," Nick grunted and wrapped his arms more tightly around Greg.

"I mean it," Greg squirmed a little more and kicked at the blankets in frustration. "Just put me out of my misery."

"Shhh," Nick murmured. "You're home. Go to sleep, babe."

"I can't!" he all but cried. "I can't and I'm so, so, so, so, so, so—"

"Tired?"

"Exactly. Hey!" Greg gave a squished sounding bleat as Nick rolled over on top of him and plastered him to the bed with his big, warm, pyjamaed body.

"Mmmm," Nick breathed into his ear and started gnawing gently on his neck. "You smell good."

"You're like a puppy, you know that, right?" Greg surrendered and kissed him. "I'm too tired to have sex with you, by the way." Nick pulled back and gave him a hurt look that Greg could just make out by the light from the alarm clock's mocking display.

"You'd rather be punched in the face than let me suck you?"

"Um," Greg said stupidly.

"Or I could sing you a lullaby."

"Punched in the face," Greg decided. "Definitely." He could feel Nick's grin against his throat, and then the warm, slow slide of Nick's hands as he pushed Greg's boxers down, over his hips, past his thighs.

"Missed you," Nick said as he scooted further down, tracing his fingers lightly over places that were clearly, traitorously not at all tired. Greg sighed and let his head fall back. The pillow was soft and Nick's lips were soft, softer than the hotel sheets had been, soft and perfect and kissing him, there, here.

"Can I still get that lullaby?" Greg wanted to know.

"I'll hum it for you," Nick promised. "How's that?"

"That's, oh, that's, yes."

It was like every fantasy he'd had while he was away, only better, with Nick doing wonderful, dirty things with his mouth and his fingers until Greg was shaking and coming apart without any warning at all. Greg reached for Nick, but he was so blitzed he couldn't even make a fist.

"You should..." Greg trailed off. He was going to say something, and maybe it was about his mouth, because his words wouldn't finish and Nick was there, warm, big body, wrapping his arms around Greg.

"Shhh," he murmured. "Go to sleep, babe."

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