Title: Speaker Phone Sex
By: Read 300300
Rating: NC-17; that's a given!
Nick/Greg
Summary: PWP
Response to: Phone challenge
Disclaimer: I don't own.

"Damn it, Nick! Weren't you ever going to unpack?" The words poured forth loudly from the hotel phone before Nick could even voice a greeting.

"Greg? I thought you were supposed to be at work." He thought that it could have been the young lab tech's voice that he heard, but he couldn't be sure. "And no, I don't unpack when I'm going to be in a hotel for just two days. I just grab clothes out as I need them."

"Never mind that, just go open your suitcase!"

"What? Did you put a bomb in it or something?" Nick teased, wondering why Greg's voice had sounded so flustered.

"No, I did not put a bomb in it!" The angry cry rang out; a few nanoseconds later, the anger seemed to be forgotten as the voice morphed into something low and sultry, "I put something much better than a bomb in it."

"It's not, like, an animal or something, is it? You know, something that needs air?" Nick said as he lifted his suitcase onto the bed and quickly unzipped it.

"No, Nick, just open it already." Greg sounded desperate.

"Uh... Greg, you were the one who put a- a- what is this?" Nick picked up the object and the small bottle of lubricant that was next to it.

"It's a dildo; you know that! Don't tell me that you've never used one before because I know you have! I was there!"

"I was just making sure! But what-"

"Do I have to spell out what you're supposed to do with it while we talk? And of course I put it there. I mean, who else would sneak into your suitcase to deposit sex toys?"

"Well, nobody," Nick sounded a bit hurt at the suggestion. "I just-" He was cut off again.

"Nick, sorry to be frank, but I want you now. As in, strip, get on the bed and fuck yourself with that thing before I finish this without you. I've been waiting for you to ‘call' me for three hours; just do it!" Greg sounded so needy that Nick couldn't help but comply.

After all, it did feel good to know that someone wanted him so much that he couldn't even wait to say ‘hello' before jumping right into the sex.

Hurriedly, Nick undressed, only now really understanding the problem that his lover had been having. Three hours? How had he survived?

"I can't believe it! You probably wouldn't have even opened the damn thing until tomorrow if I hadn't called," He seemed really ticked with Nick's unpacking patterns.

"Probably not," Nick managed to say as he threw his suitcase back on the floor on top of his clothes and snagged the dildo and lubricant from the nightstand. He crawled onto the bed, only then realizing that he wouldn't have enough hands if he kept holding the phone to do what he needed to.

He solved that with just one tap of a button; in less than a second, Greg was on speakerphone.

"God, Nick, I need you so badly."

Nick could tell from the desperate tone in Greg's voice that he wasn't going to be able to hold out long enough for them to really relax and enjoy it; the only thing to do was to give him his much needed release.

"Don't worry; you've got me. You're so beautiful, so amazing, Greg, so hot when you touch yourself for me. Come on; I want to hear you. Touch yourself, baby."

He heard the first loud half-moan half-gasp and knew then that his lover hadn't done anything at all to relieve himself of his ‘problems' during that three-hour window.

"Damn, Nicky, feels so good. I've needed this so badly, needed you. Wanted you." His breath was coming in light gasps that were only barely audible over the speakerphone underneath the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Nick couldn't help but begin to touch himself as he heard Greg; the younger man's voice had always been a turn on for him. Then, remembering the toy lying next to him, he opened the bottle of lubricant and spread some on his fingers before rolling over on his side so that he could prepare himself.

"Had to wait for me, didn't you? Knew that you couldn't get off without me?" Words were spilling out of his mouth unchecked as he spoke to Greg, his fingers finding their way into his hole. He didn't wait to let his body adjust fully before he added more digits, knowing what his body could and could not take. Biting back a deep moan, he rocked his fingers up against that small disc of nerves inside of himself.

"Yes, god, yes!" The younger man sounded close to tears. "Please, Nicky, talk to me. Please!"

Without hesitation, Nicky complied, remembering the long journey they'd had to get to where Greg could ask for things he needed in bed.

"I bet you don't know what I'm thinking of. Remember that time when you did t-that thing with your tongue?" His voice caught at the end as his knuckle hit his prostate once more. Deciding that he was loosened enough, he rubbed the excess lube on the flesh-colored toy before pushing it quickly into his body; that time, he wasn't able to hold back his loud cry of pleasure. "Where you kept licking my ass and then you stuck your tongue inside me?"

"And you screamed," Greg still had enough coherency to answer.

Nick chose to ignore that last statement and instead continued, his right hand forcing the toy to thrust into him as his left hand jerked himself off. "And it felt so amazing, and, ahhhh, I just kept wishing that you'd cut out the torture and just pound into me with your hard cock. Remember?"

"Yeah, and I wouldn't give you what you wanted. God, you looked so hot like that, all flushed and needy and begging," The younger man's moans were becoming breathy, taking on a bit of a deeper tone than he usually had. "And then you sucked me dry so that I'd finally give in and make you come. Yeah, I remember."

"And then the next night, when I spent nearly an nearly an hour fucking you with one of your toys," his was breathing shallowly, nearly overcome by the memories combined with the way the thick object felt inside of him.

"Shit, yes! God, that was hot! You nearly made me pass out before I could take care of you. Nicky, god!" Greg's breathing was harsh and panting now, a signal that he was near completion. "Don't want to come without you."

"Don't worry, baby, come on, come for me, give it up for me. You know you want to; give it to me!" He stopped thrusting with the dildo and instead began rotating it in a wide circle, feeling it push against his walls and hit his sweet spot over and over again.

Nick felt something primal and triumphant rise up in him as he heard Greg scream his name once more when the younger man reached his climax. He sailed on that feeling, letting it and the amazing dual sensations of the toy filling him and his own hand moving quickly over his cock bring him off.

And Greg must have heard –hell, the people three rooms down must have heard- him scream the other man's name too as he shot his load.

For a few moments, they each lay in their respective beds in near silence, the only sounds being those of Nick cleaning himself and the toy off before stashing the object back into the bottom of the suitcase so that the maids wouldn't find it in the morning. While he was putting it away, he also pulled out and donned his pajamas, figuring that he would take a shower in the morning. Now, all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Hey, Greg, you still there?"

"Mmmm, yeah." Greg sighed happily. "I'm about to go to sleep, though."

"Okay, well, I'll talk to you later then."

"Sure. I love you."

"Love you too," Nick hung up the speaker phone and sank back down onto the bed, crawling under the covers and smiling as he tried to drift off to sleep.

Sleep was not to be had, at least not at the moment. Barely a minute later and there was a loud, angry knock on the door. He sighed and stood, wondering who it could be; he cautiously checked through the peep-hole, remembering all the times that he had been called on to investigate hotel murders. Thankfully, it was just the manager.

Nick opened to door slightly, but before he could say anything, the other man began talking fairly loudly.

"Now this is a place for families to stay and if you're going to be knocking it or banging whoever, then you've got to keep it down. I got three calls about you and your little paramour and-"

Nick cut him off, somewhat ticked that his near sleep had been interrupted, "There's nobody else here; look, check for yourself."

The man walked in and looked around, even checking the bathroom and closet to make sure that Nick was telling the truth.

"Honest, there's nobody else here."

"Uh, right, well, just... keep the noise down then." He blushed and walked away, seemingly mollified by Nick's explanation.

Nick couldn't help but laugh after he closed the door; he was going to have to fill Greg in on it the next morning. Now, he just wanted to get some sleep.