Title: You have... three... new messages
By: xoxomelissa7
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: Probably PG13, but I am going to say R to be completely safe
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah... they're not mine... yet...
Summary: Greg teases Nick on his night off... unbeta'd because my beta hasn't been online, so I really don't even know if it's good or not...

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"You have... three... new messages," the automated lady on his cell phone told Nick.

"Nick... fuck... come home. Please... I..." Greg's voice panted along the line, and Nick was glad that he was alone in the evidence room because he knew what Greg had been doing when he left the message. "I... fuck, Nick... need you..." Nick felt his pants get tighter as he listened to Greg's heavy breathing for another ten seconds before the message ended. Damned timed messages, Nick groaned. Okay, okay, he knew he shouldn't be listening to Greg jerking off while he was at work, but it had been three days since they had really seen each other. And Greg was just cruel for doing that to him. The thought of Greg spread across their bed, hand gliding up and down his dick, made Nick wish that he had the night off as well. "Should be my hand," he muttered to himself.

"Excuse me?" a voice from behind him spoke out.

Nick spun around to find himself face-to-face with Grissom. "Oh... uhh, thanks man..." he quickly closed his phone. "The case... vic had a strange substance on his hand... trace said it was some sort of lubricant ..." Damn, he was lucky that he was talking to Warrick twenty minutes ago, and got that information. And that he was wearing a loose lab coat.

"Huh... ink..." Grissom wandered off as if he had a new theory to test, and Nick was never so glad as to see anyone leave a room. He waited ten seconds "“ ten long, excruciating seconds "“ before calling back into his voicemail.

"You have... two... new messages."

There was no talking during the second message, just the sound of groans and moans from Greg. Nick closed his eyes, his hand creeping slowly down to rub the bulge that was quite prominent underneath his lab coat. He stood there, eyes closed, for fifteen seconds, just listening to Greg... fifteen second of heaven. He groaned as the message ended. Nick's eyes popped open and he realized he was about two seconds from whipping out his cock and jerking off right there, infront of all the evidence they'd collected, where anyone could walk in. Snapping his phone shut, he exited the room (after carefully arranging his lab coat to try to cover his bulge) and took off to his car, calling into Grissom (who was in the DNA lab) that he was going back to the scene. He started the car and drove about a minute before pulling onto a deserted side street. Slowly, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, hoping in the third message that he would hear Greg cumming all over his hand.

"You have...one... new message."

Nick smiled as he started the message, his hand already shoved down his half-undone pants.

"Nick, it's Sara. When you get this, swing by the scene. There's semen all over the wall of the bedroom, and I mean all over... it's just odd. Anyway, come check it out when you get a moment."

Nick groaned. Fuck, fuck, fuck, This was uncomfortable. Nick yanked his hand out of his pants, feeling very, very weird for listening to a message from Sara with his hand on his dick. Now he really had to go back to the scene; he was hoping to return to the lab and convince Grissom to send him home. He was really in the mood to turn around and drive to his and Greg's house, but unfortunately, Greg's semen had to wait to be processed,

He phoned home quickly. It rang three times before Greg picked up. "Hello?" he answered, sounding sleepy, and Nick smiled.

"Are you in bed?"

He could practically hear the smile on Greg's face. "I am."

"Are you naked?"

"I am."

"Don't move a muscle. I'll be home as soon as I can. Hopefully not much longer."

"I'll be waiting."

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