Title: Text Message
Author: Read300300 (coauthored by Sanskrit a.k.a jacks_boonie)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexual content
Response to: Telephone Challenge
Summary: Nick's in a meeting; Greg has every intention of not letting him pay attention.
Disclaimer: I don't own it and don't claim I do (at least, not while I'm awake.) I don't own Nokia either.
A/N: Saw the challenge, hooked up with my beta, and wrote this in about two hours with her. She's an amazing friend.

The droning of the man at the projector began to blend into an incessant buzz. Suddenly, a small beeping sound from somewhere underneath his notes caught Nick's attention and he glanced downwards, beginning to rifle through his stacks of papers to find what was causing the interruption. He made an apologetic gesture towards the speaker the second that he found his phone and had convinced it to stop making that god-awful racket.

{{Know what I wanna do to you, Nicky??}}

There was only one person that could be from: Greg. Nick hurriedly tried to type back a reply without alerting anyone else in the meeting what was going on; just to be certain that there were no more interruptions, he put his phone on silent.

[[Greg, I'm in a meeting!]]

Over the next few minutes, Nick tried to focus on the organization meeting for the law enforcement conference once again; he was somewhat satisfied that Greg had listened to him.

That delusion lasted only until the screen on his new Nokia phone lit up like a Christmas tree mere minutes later.

{{I wanna kiss you right now.}}

Nick tried to ignore it.

{{Wanna suck your tongue down my throat in front of all of those police officers.}}

Slowly, he glanced down at the screen again and let his mind run with that mental image; sadly, it didn't get too far before he realized where he was and went back to attempting to ignore the device.

{{Wouldn't you like that?}}

He couldn't deny that he would, but now was not the time! Reaching for his phone, he tried to remember what the salesmen had told him that he had to do to shut the phone off. Wasn't it something like hit the 'end' key for three seconds?

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath when nothing he did worked, causing a few to turn to him. With a sheepish grin, he cleared his throat and pretended to turn back to the man at the head of the room.

Within a few seconds, however, the light on his phone lit up once again, causing him to look down.

{{Want to do it on that long, black briefing table. You could do me on it, if you asked nicely.}}

His eyebrows knitting, Nick looked to the table before him, wondering how in the hell the man on the other end knew about it.

[[Where the hell are you?]]

Nick waited desperately for the next message, completely having lost track of the meeting's purpose.

{{Wouldn't you like to know?}}

Nick could almost hear the laughter in the message.

Nick grabbed his phone from off of the top of the table, bringing it to rest in the palm of his left hand underneath the table so that he could type while making it look as though he was reading the notes they had all been given to go along with the presentation.

[[OH, CUT IT OUT! TRYING TO WORK, HERE!!]] He hurriedly typed, giving cursory glances towards the projector screen every three and a half seconds.

{{Wouldn't you rather be with me? We could be at home, playing around with that whipped cream you bought the other night....}}

Nick shivered at the suggestion; Greg knew what the taste of whipped cream on skin did to him.

"Bit nippy, isn't it?" The man beside him whispered.

"Uh, yea," Nick replied distractedly.

[[God damn it, Greg. Can't this wait until I'm actually HOME?]]

A few seconds and... {{Nope. Don't think it can}}

{{I'm too turned on to wait. You should see what I look like right now...}}

Nick couldn't help but feel intrigued; there was no way that he was going to be able to focus on the meeting now, anyway. At least, not with his pants as tight as they were at the moment; he shifted, trying to see if he could find a more comfortable position.

[[Alright, fine. What do you look like right now?]]

Nick knew that he shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have seemingly given Greg permission to go on, but he had to admit that he was curious.

{{I'm wearing your new tie}} came the response, causing Nick to clench his teeth.

[[My BRAND NEW tie? The one that cost me SIXTY DOLLARS? THAT tie?]]

{{Yup}}

Nick let out a slow breath, shaking his head slightly.

[[Alright... And?]]

{{And what?}}

Nick rolled his eyes.

[[AND what else are you wearing?]]

{{Nothing.}}

"Jesus," Nick muttered, swiping a hand over his face. "What the hell is he thinking?"

"Well, I have to agree with him on that one," the man next to him leaned over again. "After all, if we don't arrange for the conferences' hotel rooms, there's going to be mass confusion once everyone arrives in three weeks."

He gave the man (named George, if the name tag meant anything) a shaky smile, wondering what the hell they was talking about. "Oh, right. Sure. I get it now."

{{Oh, and I have some whipped cream on me. I'll give you three guesses where.}}

Nick clenched his teeth again.

[[God, Greg, just cut it out already, please? I'm getting enough of a headache from the idiot at the projector]] Nick rubbed his temple, the pressure in his skull beginning to increase.

{{Aww, poor baby. Lemme kiss and make it better}}

{{And while I'm at it... there are a few other places I could kiss to make you feel better too.}}

Nick groaned audibly.

"Hey," the man beside him shrugged, "I'm sure they'll have restaurants in town. The hotel isn't the only place we have to eat, you know."

"What?" Nick questioned in confusion, but the light on his phone, once again, illuminated, pulling him from whatever the other man decided to try and explain.

{{Whip cream is slippery when it warms up. Did you know that?}}

Nick moaned again, hoping that the other man did not hear him this time.

{{And sticky too}} came the next message.

Stokes could rapidly tell that he was going to have some problems standing later if his lover didn't stop it with the little game, but before he could once again make a feeble attempt to force Greggo into ceasing and desisting, there was another flash.

{{Remember that time we used the extra creamy whipped cream for lube? You came like an18 wheeler at the Autobahn!}}

"Shit!" Nick said, a little louder than intended.

"No kidding," the annoying man next to him, once again, butted in. "Room service and everything? This is going to be a dream! Glad my wife can't come along!"

"Y-Yea," Nick stuttered, his voice higher than he had expected. Clearing his throat, he returned to his phone.

[[Jesus Christ!]]

With another flash of light, the younger man's reply came.

{{Aw, you can just call me master, my little slave. Jesus seems a bit over the top.}}

[[Whipped cream, you said?]]

Nick pointedly ignored the 'master' comment, writing it off as one of Greg's little jokes.

{{Mmmmm.... yeah, whipped cream, my pet. Wanna lick it off for me?}}

"How do you feel the Las Vegas Lab would react to that, CSI Stokes? CSI Stokes?"

Shocked back out of his own thoughts, the Texan looked up to notice everyone staring at him.

"Uh, well... uh, we'd, um...." Nick hurriedly tried to come up with something to say to the leader, who was now giving him a bit of a glare for not paying attention. "I'd have to ask my supervisor."

"Are you quite all right? You look a little flushed," a concerned looking woman near the front of the table asked him; idly, Nick registered that it was the guest speaker from one of the major hotel corporations, the only woman who had chosen to attend the meeting.

"I'm fine; it must have been some bad shellfish or something. I, uh... May I be excused?"

"Certainly."

Nick rushed from the room, causing many to jump from his path. Running from the room, he looked down to his phone to view another message.

{{Going somewhere, Stokes?}}

"What the fu-" A loud thud and Nick found himself on the floor, ass stinging with the sudden impact. "S-Sorry," he stuttered quickly. "I, uh, wasnt-"

"Watching where you were going?" asked a familiar voice.

Looking up quickly, Nick saw the person he had thought to be conversing with him from home.

"Greg?" He asked in astonishment.

“Hey, now," Greg said, extending an arm and giving the other man a semi-serious look. "Watch what you do with those buns of yours. I've got plans for them later."

"No, you've got plans for them now!" The older man grabbed hold of Greg's arm and dragged him up three floors of stairs.

"Where are we going?" Greg panted, trying to stuff his cell phone back into his pocket as he was hurriedly dragged along.

"In here!" Stokes pushed him through a doorway and into one of the stalls.

"The girl's bathroom, Nick?" His eyes grew wide, even as Nick tried to pull his shirt off.

"There is only one woman in this whole building and she is four floors down in a meeting that will last for another three hours whereas there are about fifty guys that work here day in and day out. Now, stop fucking teasing me and strip!"

The younger man's eyebrows rose intriguingly.

"Strip who, exactly?" He inquired with an innocent smile.

Nick growled low in his throat, fumbling with the buttons of the other man's shirt.

"You're a son of bitch, you know that?" He seethed before capturing Greg's lips with his own.

As Nick dug his hips into the other man's, both gave low groans of satisfaction.

"Yeah," Greg panted as his eyes fluttered closed. "Yeah, I'm a bad boy, Nicky... A very bad boy. Might need to be punished."

"There's no 'might' about it!" Stokes turned him around and pushed him up against the door before landing a stinging slap to Greg's bottom.

"Nick?" Greg asked in shock before feeling another firm hand connect.

"Mmm... so beautiful. Gonna turn your ass so red that you won't be able to sit for a week!"

The younger man nearly choked as an unexpected wave of lust struck him.

With great skill and force, Greg reached behind him, grabbing Nick's arm and pulling roughly. Within a few seconds of tangled limbs and brute force, Greg had the other man pinned in front of him, Nick's cheek pressed against the door.

"Fuck you, Greg," Nick seethed as the other man pushed against him suggestively.

"No, my dear friend," Greg laughed. "Fuck you."

Nick sighed in thanks as he heard Greg pull down his zipper and pop open a bottle of lube; finally, he was going to get some relief. How long had he been in that meeting anyway, conversing with Greggo via text messaging? It had to have been at least thirty minutes. Thirty minutes, all filled with lust and embarrassment and anger and... lust.

And now? He couldn't help but grin when he felt a strong arm wrap around him and undo the front of his black pants before pulling them and his boxers down.

A few seconds seemed an eternity before Nick felt the long warmth push into him. With a gasp, his nails scratched at the door, attempting to find a hand hold. As if reading his mind, Greg reached forward quickly, grasping the other man's hand in a fierce hold.

Nick knew that he was holding the proffered hand way too tightly, but it helped to ground him even as the sensations washing over his body threatened to send him into orbit. Vaguely, he realized that with Greg murmuring his name with every thrust, he himself had to be the one making those aching moans. Swiftly, he bit down on his lip and leaned forward so that the stall door was holding his weight as opposed to his quivering legs; he could feel his body begin to shudder as Greg licked a trail up his back onto his neck while maneuvering a hand to cup Nick's hardness.

Nick gave a sharp gasp as Greg's length finally brushed his prostrate.

"G-Greg," he whimpered, attempting to press his forehead through the stall door. The other man continued his actions, taking Nick's pleading as a good sign.

"God, Nick, so beautiful," he murmured, his words flowing without thought. "So beautiful. Love you. Perfect. Love you."

Nick's breathing came in stuttering breaths now, his lungs fighting against the immense pleasure coursing through every vein. Greg's thrusts matched the tight pull of his hand on Nick's erection.

"God, Greg! God!" Nick's voice cried out, more of a sob than anything.

"Like that, don't you? Want me to fuck your tight ass into next week? Tell me what you want, Nicky; tell me what you think of when you touch yourself."

The words combined with the sensations running through his body almost proved to be too much for the man; he groaned as he thrust even harder into Greg's waiting hand.

"You... You're all I think about."

"Come on, tell me more," came the words, accompanied by a particularly deep thrust that sent shivers through both men.

Nick gave a sharp cry, his fingers finding the top of the door and curling around it until his knuckles turned an alarming shade of white.

"I-I think of sucking you... swallowing your cock to the balls until... God!... until you come in my mouth!"

With one final and rough thrust, Greg gave a shout, emptying himself into the other man.

Nicky groaned as he felt the warm ribbons coat his insides and Greg give a few final shudders; he was so fucking close!

"Please, Greg... Please," he couldn't stop himself from begging for release as he felt Greg begin to extricate himself; he needed this so badly.

"Shhh... don't worry, baby. I'm gonna take care of you," Greg murmured, moving so that he was kneeling on the cold tile floor before guiding his lover's body so that it faced him.

Before Nick had another moment to think about it, Greg's mouth engulfed him, causing the man above to gasp and thread his fingers through the other man's hair.

Reaching up, Greg grasped Nick's wrists roughly, pinning them to the stall door.

"God! Greg! Jesus, God! Fuck!" Nick muttered every curse that flooded his mind as the pleasure overtook him. His chest heaving and shuddering painfully, he clenched his teeth to keep from shouting out and drawing attention to the small bathroom.

Nick was grateful for the hands pinning his arms to the door as the coil of tension seemed to become even tighter the longer that Greg's tongue laved his shaft. For a few seconds, it seemed as if all of his body and mind was centered in the beautiful heat of his lover's mouth and then, suddenly, he felt like he was everywhere as the tension finally became too much. With a harsh cry, his body shook once, twice, three times before his seed was shot into the welcoming throat.

Semen flowed down Greg's throat, his swallowing reflex attempting to keep up with the amount pouring into his mouth. The viscous-like liquid dribbled from the corners of his mouth, slowly coating his chin.

With a grin, Greg moved backwards once he was certain that Nick was able to support himself; grabbing some handy toilet paper, he began to clean up, wiping his chin off first.

A few minutes later, after having made sure that all of the clothes were on each body in the proper places and that there weren't any tell-tale signs of what had occurred, he flushed the soiled make-shift napkins down the toilet.

The noise of the flush roused Nick from his orgasm-induced haze more than having Greg dress him did. With a half-smile, he opened his eyes.

"Jesus, Nick! Where did that come from?"

"Well, you were the one who said it couldn't wait until I got home!"