October 2003
| Sexy Boy 3
by coreopsis |
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pairing: Nick/Lance
rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: totally fiction and on crack. The ringing of the phone dragged Nick from a deep peaceful sleep and he was tempted to just let it go to voicemail, but he couldn't just let it ring. So he snatched it up from the bedside table and pushed the talk button. Since he hadn't bothered to open his eyes, he didn't know who it was until a very irritated voice said, "This is not fucking funny, Nick." "Well, hey, Lance." Even still half asleep a delighted grin spread across Nick's face. "Fruit of the fucking Month Club, Nick? I hate you." "You do not. Everybody could use more vitamin C in their diet." Nick yawned and rubbed his face. "You don't want to end up with scurvy, do you?" "All right, I don't hate you," Lance admitted grudgingly. "But I'm really pissed off." "If it bothers you so much to get free fruit every month, try to pretend it's swag from Versace or Dolce & Gabana. I know you're down with that." Nick giggled and then said somewhat more seriously, "Give it to an orphanage or a homeless shelter, if it offends you so much." "You're being intentionally insulting." "No, I wasn't. Jeeze, try to do something nice for a buddy." "I'm not your buddy. And did you see the size of these pears? They're bigger than Jackson!" Nick sniffled and put a wobble in his voice when he said, "You...you don't want to be my friend?" "You're...you're not crying, are you? Nick, I swear if you cry at me, I'll mock you for the rest of your natural born life and when you die, I'll go to the cemetery and dig up your corpse and mock you some more." Nick cracked up at that and couldn't muffle it. Lance cursed and said, "I knew it, you--" "Uh uh, better be careful there, Lancey-pants. See, I was going to ask you to come over today so I could make up for my little insult--which I still don't think it was, but you go ahead and be all paranoid and think so if you really want to, I can't stop you--but if you're mean to me, I won't give you that blowjob I was planning on." "Oh." Lance was quiet for a moment, and Nick put his fingers over the bottom of his phone and laughed until his stomach hurt. He finally had his secret weapon to shut Lance up, even when he wasn't physically close enough to do it. Just say the word blowjob. And of course that got Nick to wondering... "Hey Lance, you hard yet?" "What? No." But Nick could hear the tension in his voice and he grinned as he slid his hand under the covers. "You wanna be?" "No! I'm in my fucking car, you asshole." "Oh right, like you've never got off while driving." "I haven't! That's dangerous and besides somebody could see and--" "Laaaaaaannnnce," singsonged Nick because he knew it'd irritate the fuck out of him. "You know you want to." Nick had his own hand inside his boxers and was gently stroking himself, not in any great hurry to get off, just playing because it felt good. "I do not," Lance said and Nick could just imagine his face. Lance'd be smiling because he wouldn't want anyone who happened to glance his way to know that he was having a lover's quarrel while said lover whacked off on the other end of the line. But it'd be a tight little snotty smile, not that big wide grin that made Nick's stomach go all wobbly. "OK, then just talk to me while I get off. I'm still in bed--because you woke me up, motherfucker--so it's the least you can do." "I don't have to-- I woke you up?" "You don't have to sound so gleeful about it." "Gleeful, yes. That word-a-day calendar's really starting to pay off." Lance laughed and damn it, it was all low and sultry and Nick felt it right down to his dick. "You're a bitch, but you're incredibly sexy." Nick tightened his grip on his dick and stroked harder. "I think I'm gonna keep you." "You wanna keep me? Stop sending me gifts." Even in his distractedly aroused state, Nick could practically hear the air quotes around the word gift and he could have taken offense (it was a heartfelt offering after all), but then Lance dropped his voice even lower than his laugh had been and murmured, "Are you really masturbating right now, Nick?" "You gonna be pissed if I say yes?" "Nah, it sounds kinda hot." "In that case, talk Russian to me." "Dirty Russian?" "Doesn't matter, man, I won't know what you're saying anyway. Just you know, roll those Rs and draw out those Zs and-- you know." Letting loose a string of that exotic gibberish that was probably just math equations or something, Lance's voice was all honey sweetness and Nick had to close his eyes and take a deep breath to keep from groaning so loudly the neighbors could hear. Then Lance switched back to English and it was still arousing. "I can just imagine you naked and warm and so hard... Are you working that big beautiful dick of yours?" Nick had to bite his tongue not to say 'no, I'm working someone else's', so all that came out was a strangled, "fuhh 'esss." Lance chuckled and Nick felt a surge go through his groin and straight up to the pit of his stomach. He managed to gasp, "Please..." "Please what, Nick?" Lance was still grinning, Nick could hear it in his smug, smug voice. Oh fuck, that was hot. Nick could fall in love with him so easy, just on the strength of his smile and the fact that he could give just as good as he got. "Come over?" Nick pumped his hand faster and arched his hips and came so hard he saw flashes of light behind his closed eyelids. His harsh breathing almost drowned out the sound of Lance asking what time. When he finally got his wits about him again, Nick sighed, "Any time you want, babydoll. Just bring that perfect ass right on over here any time you want. I'll be giving you that blowjob before you can even get your jacket off." "Oh." "Ummm...Lance?" "My meeting's over at noon. See you then." Lance hung up, and Nick let his own phone slip out of his hand. He stretched his entire body out until his feet hung off the end of his bed and just lay there for few more minutes before getting up for a shower. He started laughing when he wondered what Lance would say when he got his other monthly delivery. Maybe that gift wouldn't offend him as much, because surely he could think of something do to with all that leather. Go to Part 4 Back |