Title: Taking Matter Into His Own Hands
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: With Nick away at a conference and Greg with a new webcam and a new toy, what could possibly happen?

Greg turned on the web cam and set his computer to record, checking it was pointing in exactly the right place, and taking the remote to his bedside table. Then he checked that he had everything he needed and went and sat on his and Nick’s large, comfy bed, his back leaning against the pillows he had propped up on the headboard. He hated sleeping in their bed alone, but Grissom had sent Nick to a conference in Boston so it wasn’t like he had much choice. It wasn’t just the sleep he was missing though, it was the sex too. And he was sure that Nick would be missing it just as much. So much, in fact, that he thought he would prepare him a little treat for when he returned to his hotel room later.

Greg pressed a button on his stereo, filling the room with soft music, took a couple of deep breaths and pressed record on the remote. He didn’t speak, he just licked his lips staring straight into the camera, then smiled his sweet, smutty smile. The one he knew made Nick hard in seconds. Time for the Sanders Show to begin.

He began to slowly unbutton his shirt, the red and black one Nick had brought him for his birthday, before throwing it to the floor. Next he got to his knees and very slowly, too slowly, he pulled down the zipper and pushed his jeans down as far as they would go. Sitting back on his ass he pushed the trousers off completely, tossing them to the floor and leaving him completely naked. He had gone commando. He didn’t think about what he was doing, he wanted to just feel, to show Nick what he did to him even when he wasn’t there. So he let his eyes flutter closed and let his fingers drift to his chest. He begins to rub slow circles around his nipples, pinching them every now and again until they are hard peaks under his fingers. At the moment he has yet to make any noise at all, but he knows he will start to moan soon. He hasn’t been touched since Nick left, so this was going to be good. Needing desperately to move on, one hand continues to pinch and rub his nipples while the other flutters over his chest, rubbing over ribs and muscles, making his breathing quicken slightly. He can feel his cock stirring to life and the first, quiet sound escapes his lips.

Both hands leave his chest and move to his thighs, right at the junction where his legs meet his body. He begins to tease the lines with his fingertips, just grazing, enough to almost be ticklish against his bare skin. The muscles in his legs contract and relax and his lips part slightly, his tongue snaking out to moisten dry lips. His right hand continues to trace nonsense patterns on his thighs and stomach, his left hand travels to his balls and he begins to roll them gently between his fingers, he hisses slightly at the contact. His cock is now fully erect, jutting out between his legs, begging to be touched. But he wants this to be good as it has been four days since Nick touched him, he is in no mood to rush.

Greg parts his legs and shuffles down just a bit, giving the web cam a wonderful view of his hard cock, aching balls and sweet little ass. He leans over to his bedside table and picks up a bottle of lube and the vibrator Nick left on his pillow when he went to catch his flight. He was sure that Nick had intended him to use it when he was away, but he probably didn’t think it would be like this. Greg grins to himself, putting the two objects between his legs where he knows the camera will pick them up and opens his eyes to look straight into the camera. Oh yes, Nicky was going to enjoy watching this.

Slowly, with his eyes now open, pupils dilated with desire, Greg pours a small amount of lube into the palm of his left hand. His right hand moves to his balls to replace his left and he wraps his left around his erection.

“Fuck!” he mutters and he breathes out harshly, his head rolling back against the pillows. He begins to stoke himself agonisingly slowly. Up, then a breath, down then a breath. He isn’t sure how long he can keep up this slow torture, not when he hasn’t been touched for so long and he knows Nick will be watching it later. As he strokes himself he begins to twist his wrist as he gets to his tip. He knows he is barely hanging on to his self control, but he grits his teeth against the pleasure he is feeling, determined to hold out just a little longer before he looses it completely. He allows himself to speed up, feeling his breathing quicken and soft sounds and small moans and whimpers escaping his lips. It feels so damn good that he can’t help himself, speeding up even more, thrusting into his hand and vocalising his intense pleasure. “Yes . . . Oh fuck . . . Yes!” He realises that he is going to cum too soon if he doesn’t stop now, so with his last ounce of self control he removes his hand and lets his rapid breathing slow.

His face is flushed and his chest heaving. He knows exactly what he wants next. Closing his eyes once more he begins to rub his fingers around his hole, muttering soft curses and Nick’s name like it’s a swear word. He shuffles down further on the bed, allowing himself better access and the camera a better view. His mouth falls open and he breaths deeply as his first finger pushes inside himself. He begins to mutter nonsense words, half English, half Norwegian, and lets the other hand move back to his cock. It is throbbing, aching and he feels desperate to just grab and tug until he stains the sheets. Suddenly his back arches and he lets out a strangled scream. He has found that delicious bundle of nerves and he just has to stroke it again and again. Needing to feel more he pushes a second finger inside himself, heading straight back to his pleasure centre. He begins to writhe on the bed, his breathing ragged, the rest of the world vanishing so there is only him, his fingers and the intense pleasure he is giving himself. He needs to feel the vibrator inside him, but he knows he is not ready, so he adds a third and final finger, fucking himself hard. At the moment he is not even sure if he will make it as far as the vibrator, but pulling himself together he removes his fingers and coats the vibrator in lube. He holds it up, making sure the camera can see it, before sliding it in in one long thrust.

“Oh god!” He shouts, feeling full and more desperate than he has been in a long time. His left hand flies back to his cock as his right reaches down to the vibrator and switches it on. He cries out in pleasure, the vibrator just where he wants it to give him the most sensation he can, and finally his self control is gone. He is now lying flat on the bed, fisting his cock furiously, the vibrator buried deep in his ass when his right hand begins to slowly pull it out, almost to the tip before thrusting it back in to brush his prostate. A string of curses and load moans erupt from Greg’s lips, he pants, trying to prolong the pleasure. Every part of his body is flushed, he feels like fire is flooding his veins, he eyes are screwed shut and a fine sheen of sweat covers his trembling body. He knows he is rapidly approaching climax, but he can’t do a thing to slow down.

The thrusts into his hand become erratic and he is pushing the vibrator into his wanton ass as far as he can. He can’t remember the last time he made this much noise when he was alone, but he can’t stop the animalistic sounds he is making. He can feel heat at the base of his spine, his whole body feels tight, like he is about to snap, behind his eyelids he can see galaxies colliding and he knows this is it, any second now, the heat turns white hot and oh, it is so, so good. His balls draw up and he can’t stop himself, doesn’t want to even if he could. He screams, a long, dirty sound and arches off the bed, his orgasm hitting hard and his body spasming with it’s strength. He feels his cock pulse, coating his belly with his seed. He leaves the vibrator where it is and squeezes his dick rhythmically until the last delicious tremors have subsided. Then slowly he begins to compose himself.

He lays on the bed, panting, sticky and sweaty, giggling gently to himself. He reaches down and turns off the vibrator, pulling it out carefully and laying it beside him. He hauls himself upright so he is leaning against the headboard again and looks down at his chest and stomach. He smirks as one final idea pops into his head. He trails a finger through the mess he has just made and pops it into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it, tasting himself. When he lets his hand drop back to his side he can feel himself blush. He looks at the camera though his eyelashes and presses stop.

Barely able to coordinate his movements he pulls himself over to the computer, opens up his email and attaches the video he has just made, sending to Nick.

Two hours later Nick returns to his hotel room. He plugs in his laptop and opens his email. Greg has sent him one every day since he has been in Boston. He looks at the latest title, ‘Never Bite The Hand That Needs You’ and clicks on it. All the message contains is a smiley face, but there is an attachment. A video of some kind.

”Oh god,” He says to himself. “Greg’s been playing on youtube again. What the hell has he sent me this time?” He opens the can of drink he has brought in with him and clicks ‘open’. What he sees makes him choke on his cola.

In the morning Greg wakes up to a text message. All it says is: ‘Oh Greggo, you know I would never bite anything of yours. But I would like to suck a couple of things . . .’. And suddenly all Greg can think about is what he is going to do to Nick when he gets home.