Title: Wow, I don't have a title. XD
Author: slightly_frayed a.k.a. Fraying
Rating: NC-17 of course. PWP, definitely.
Spoilers: Nil.
Summary: The boys haven't seen each other for three days. Hmm, I wonder what could happen upon their reunion?
Author's Note: I'm really sorry. I'm not on crack, I promise. XD

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Nick adjusted the screen of his laptop and was suddenly very grateful that he'd booked a first class seat from the conference in New York. Had there been anyone sitting next to him, he would have been more than uncomfortable. Looking around once more, he opened the messenger window again.

Nicky's labrat says:
2 more hours until you're in Vegas.

Nick says:
Mmhmm.

Nicky's labrat says:
I miss you.

Nick says:
How can you miss me if you're talking to me now?

Nicky's labrat says:
It's not the same. I can't see the look on your face when I say things like 'I want you on the counter right now.'

Nicky's labrat says:
...Do you miss me too?

Nick says:
Yes Greggo, I miss you too.

Nicky's labrat says:
Because I'm just so utterly irresistible?

Nick says:
Yes Greggo, because you're just so utterly irresistible. That, and I haven't had sex in 3 days.

Nicky's labrat says:
Hee. I'm gonna fix that when you get home.

Nick says:
Oh?

Nicky's labrat says:
Oh? More like 'Oh God Greggo, more, please... Need you...'

Nick says:
Oh. ...What are you gonna do to me?

Nicky's labrat says:
Heh. Curious, are we?

Nick says:
Very.

Nicky's labrat says:
I'm gonna jump you at the door. Push you against a wall and make you beg for it.

Nick says:
Beg?

Nicky's labrat says:
Beg. Gonna pin your hands behind you and put my tongue on your neck. Lick my way down your body as slowly as I can manage until you just can't take it anymore and you need to have me.

Nick says:
1 hour, 45 minutes.

Nicky's labrat says:
That's a long time to wait for you, Nicky. I might have to take care of myself.

Nick says:
You promised you wouldn't.

Nicky's labrat says:
I know. But now all I can think about is you, flushed and needy, pinned to the wall.

Nick says:
Greggo... you promised.

Nicky's labrat says:
I know, I know. I was TRYING to be seductive.

Nick says:
It was working.

Nicky's labrat says:
I love you.

Nick says:
Love you too. Especially when you're writhing underneath me, screaming my name.

Nicky's labrat says:
How very sentimental of you.

Nick says:
I know. Out-do myself sometimes, don't I?

Nicky's labrat says:
Always. Anyway, I have to go now. Get the house ready for your triumphant return.

Nick says:
I don't care what the house looks like.

Nicky's labrat:
Sure you don't. Love you.

Nick says:
Love you too, Greggo. Hour and a half.

Nick shut the program down, closed his laptop, and sat back in his seat with a slight sigh. He was tired. Two nights alone in a foreign bed could certainly do that to you. A foreign, cold bed. Without anyone clinging to you for dear life in the middle of the night. And no one to dig their nails into your back and moan your name. Nick didn't even feel himself falling asleep.

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He could feel Greg's breath on his neck; his fingers trembling ever so slightly as they fumbled with the button on his jeans. Hear the younger man's breath catching in his throat every time he pressed himself against Nick's thigh...

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"Sir? Sir? We'll be landing soon. Could you put your tray table up, please? And put your safety belt on?"

"Wh-What? -- Oh, of course. Sorry, ma'am." Nick was blushing. Not so much because he'd been sleeping when the flight attendant was trying to get his attention, but because he wasn't quite ready to put his tray table up yet. He waited for the woman to walk away before closing his eyes and trying to visualize something unpleasant..

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He'd gathered his luggage and was just about to hail a cab when he heard the familiar voice behind him.

"Nick! Nick wait, I brought your truck!" Greg was dangling the keys in his hand and smirking. "I couldn't let you get into the back of a strange car all alone." He had that look in his eye. I know something you don't know.

Nick said nothing; merely grabbed they keys from Greg's hand and twisted his arm while dragging him in the general direction of parking. Greg handed him the parking stub and they stumbled quickly to the third level of the parking garage where Greg had parked in the furthest corner. Nick smirked a little and loosened his grasp of Greg's arm.

"Impatient much?" The younger man asked, trying to suppress a smile.

"It's your own fault."

And then suddenly Greg was pinned against the side of the truck, his mouth being probed by Nick's tongue. He could feel Nick's erection against his own and he pushed back, eager to get what was coming to him.

Nick was desperate; needed to feel Greg's heated skin against his own. He pulled Greg's shirt over his head before his lips reconnected with the younger man; tracing a hot trail down his neck and over his collarbone.

"Missed you," Nick said, and was answered only by a sharp gasp when he pinched Greg's nipple between his teeth.

His hands were on Greg's zipper now, inching it so slowly downward, it was almost painful.

"Please, Nicky... just take it already..." Breathy.

And Nick did. Drew the length into his mouth and swallowed around it until the sound of Greg gasping echoed around them in the otherwise vacant lot. Greg's breathing became more eratic and he fought the urge to just fuck Nick's mouth. He didn't, though; instead braced himself against the truck when his legs felt like they were going to give out, and eptied himself into Nick's throat. Nick took it all, smirking while he tucked Greg back into his pants and unlocked the truck with the push of a button.

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They were in the driveway of Nick's house before Greg regained his ability to speak.

"Did you just suck me off at the airport?"

Nick laughed; shot Greg one of those trademark smiles. "We're not even started yet, Peanut."

Fin.