Nick/Greg challenge fic - Play 1/1
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Title: Play (Working title)
Challenge: 8 (Telephone)
Rating: NC/17
Chapter: 1/1
Warnings: None
Summary: Nick left a message on Greg's answering machine...
X-posted.
Play
Greg pressed the ‘Play’ button on the answering machine and collapsed onto the couch.
A telemarketer tried to sell crappy insurance, his mom called him asking why he never called her, and then, one last message.
“Hey, Greg. It’s Nick. I was just, uh, wondering if you’d like to hang out one day after both are shifts are done? Maybe we can have a beer, watch a game at my place or something? I know you’re still working now, but I’ll call later. Uh, see ya.” Click. Beeeeep.
Greg sat straight up. He didn’t even know Nick had his number. Did Nick, the man Greg had been lusting after for ages, just ask him on a date? Greg replayed the message, not sure if he really heard it.
Sure enough, the soft Texan twang rang through, clear and a bit nervous-sounding. Greg swallowed. Nick’s accent always grew thicker when he was experiencing a particularly strong emotion. It was sexy, arousing.
Greg couldn’t ignore the swelling in his jeans as he listened to the message a third time. Nick’s voice was addictive. Greg slid his zipper down over the ridge made by his erection. He didn’t take his jeans all the way off, just slid them down a bit to give himself better access. He wanted this to be quick and dirty.
Greg’s cock tented his cotton boxers. He rubbed it through the soft fabric, arching his spine as his fingertips caressed himself. The material moved easily over his skin, creating glorious friction against heated flesh. With his free hand, Greg reached over and pressed ‘Play’ again.
He plunged his hand under the waistband as Nick’s voice filled the room. He finally, finally wrapped his hand around his straining cock, imagining it was Nick’s hand stroking him, bringing him off.
Then the phone rang.
“Fuck,” Greg groaned, not wanting to move. He slowed down his strokes as the phone went off again and he decided to answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, Greg?”
Shit. It was Nick. “Y-yeah?” Greg replied, with his hand still on his cock. He was too horny to stop now; he’d let Nick hear his screams of ecstasy if he had to.
“What’s up?”
Get to the damn point, Greg thought. “Nothing. I’m just, ah, a little busy.” His voice hitched as he lightly squeezed the base of his cock.
Nick chuckled on the other end, a low, erotic sound that made a drop of pre-cum ooze from Greg’s dick. It was as if he knew exactly what Greg was doing.
“Want me to call back later? I’ll let you…finish.” The emphasis he put on the last word made Greg groan involuntarily and he started sliding his hand up his shaft again.
“No, no, it’s okay. You’re not interrupting anything!”
“Uh-huh. I think I am. I’ll just be going then-”
“No, Nick, wait!” Greg gasped as he grew closer. He was sure Nick could hear the slapping sounds as Greg furiously worked to bring himself off.
“Yeah?”
“I got your, uh, message earlier. Beers at your place sounds cool.”
“How about in an hour?”
“Sure-” Greg dropped the phone as he came hard, covering his curled hand with the sticky white liquid. He felt dirty for doing it while talking to Nick, but at the same time excited that Nick knew what was going on. He hastily wiped his hand off and picked up the phone. Nick was still there.
And he was laughing.
“Not busy anymore, are you, G?” Nick said between breaths.
Greg was blushing furiously, even though no one could see him. “I guess you can say that. I’ll see you later.”
~
Nick was still laughing as he hung up the phone. The thought of Greg jacking off on the phone was more than amusing…it was sexy, arousing…
Nick sighed happily when his left hand closed around his throbbing shaft and started moving.
A/N: That is the end. There won't be another chapter to this so don't ask for one *wink* Sorry, but sometimes I feel my one-shots belong as one-shots and people always say "Write more!" and yeah :x
ngchallenge response.Title: Play (Working title)
Challenge: 8 (Telephone)
Rating: NC/17
Chapter: 1/1
Warnings: None
Summary: Nick left a message on Greg's answering machine...
X-posted.
Play
Greg pressed the ‘Play’ button on the answering machine and collapsed onto the couch.
A telemarketer tried to sell crappy insurance, his mom called him asking why he never called her, and then, one last message.
“Hey, Greg. It’s Nick. I was just, uh, wondering if you’d like to hang out one day after both are shifts are done? Maybe we can have a beer, watch a game at my place or something? I know you’re still working now, but I’ll call later. Uh, see ya.” Click. Beeeeep.
Greg sat straight up. He didn’t even know Nick had his number. Did Nick, the man Greg had been lusting after for ages, just ask him on a date? Greg replayed the message, not sure if he really heard it.
Sure enough, the soft Texan twang rang through, clear and a bit nervous-sounding. Greg swallowed. Nick’s accent always grew thicker when he was experiencing a particularly strong emotion. It was sexy, arousing.
Greg couldn’t ignore the swelling in his jeans as he listened to the message a third time. Nick’s voice was addictive. Greg slid his zipper down over the ridge made by his erection. He didn’t take his jeans all the way off, just slid them down a bit to give himself better access. He wanted this to be quick and dirty.
Greg’s cock tented his cotton boxers. He rubbed it through the soft fabric, arching his spine as his fingertips caressed himself. The material moved easily over his skin, creating glorious friction against heated flesh. With his free hand, Greg reached over and pressed ‘Play’ again.
He plunged his hand under the waistband as Nick’s voice filled the room. He finally, finally wrapped his hand around his straining cock, imagining it was Nick’s hand stroking him, bringing him off.
Then the phone rang.
“Fuck,” Greg groaned, not wanting to move. He slowed down his strokes as the phone went off again and he decided to answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, Greg?”
Shit. It was Nick. “Y-yeah?” Greg replied, with his hand still on his cock. He was too horny to stop now; he’d let Nick hear his screams of ecstasy if he had to.
“What’s up?”
Get to the damn point, Greg thought. “Nothing. I’m just, ah, a little busy.” His voice hitched as he lightly squeezed the base of his cock.
Nick chuckled on the other end, a low, erotic sound that made a drop of pre-cum ooze from Greg’s dick. It was as if he knew exactly what Greg was doing.
“Want me to call back later? I’ll let you…finish.” The emphasis he put on the last word made Greg groan involuntarily and he started sliding his hand up his shaft again.
“No, no, it’s okay. You’re not interrupting anything!”
“Uh-huh. I think I am. I’ll just be going then-”
“No, Nick, wait!” Greg gasped as he grew closer. He was sure Nick could hear the slapping sounds as Greg furiously worked to bring himself off.
“Yeah?”
“I got your, uh, message earlier. Beers at your place sounds cool.”
“How about in an hour?”
“Sure-” Greg dropped the phone as he came hard, covering his curled hand with the sticky white liquid. He felt dirty for doing it while talking to Nick, but at the same time excited that Nick knew what was going on. He hastily wiped his hand off and picked up the phone. Nick was still there.
And he was laughing.
“Not busy anymore, are you, G?” Nick said between breaths.
Greg was blushing furiously, even though no one could see him. “I guess you can say that. I’ll see you later.”
~
Nick was still laughing as he hung up the phone. The thought of Greg jacking off on the phone was more than amusing…it was sexy, arousing…
Nick sighed happily when his left hand closed around his throbbing shaft and started moving.
A/N: That is the end. There won't be another chapter to this so don't ask for one *wink* Sorry, but sometimes I feel my one-shots belong as one-shots and people always say "Write more!" and yeah :x
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Date: 2005-08-03 01:52 am (UTC)Understand about the one-shot; sometimes stories are just meant to be like that. Perfect just as they are!
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Date: 2005-08-03 01:55 am (UTC)Just...write more porn in general. *grins*
This was lovely. <3
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Date: 2005-08-03 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-03 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-03 03:32 am (UTC)I say write more too, and I'm good with anything from you!
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Date: 2005-08-03 09:04 am (UTC)Lol, I loved it! And I'm with the person who told you to write more hawt pr0n in general!! This was a very interesting, very original take on the challenge, and wowo!
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