You can Only Watch
Title: You can Only Watch
Challenge: Getting to Know You
Rating: NC17
Warnings/Spoilers: The tiniest spoiler ever from "Grave Danger"
Summary: Nick and Greg are thousands of miles apart, but that's not always a bad thing.
A/N: Weird style, I know, but just play along ;-)
Nick steps out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He makes his way across the room and kneels down in front of his suitcase, grumbling something under his breath. He hates conferences. He used to hate them just because they were boring and useless and a waste of money and they were never held anywhere fun or interesting. Now he hates them because not only are they boring, useless, a waste of money, and never held anywhere fun or interesting, but they also take him away from Greg for days on end.
He pulls out his pyjama pants and puts them on before he bends back down to close the suitcase. He stops when he spots a plain brown box partially hidden by some clean shirts. He doesn’t remember packing any kind of box. He frowns as he picks the package up and turns it over in his hands. He notices a yellow sticky note with a short message written on it in Greg’s handwriting.
Nick,
When you get this, IM me. DO NOT OPEN THE BOX!
Love,
G
He can only imagine what Greg has in store for him. He unpacks his laptop and plugs it into the data port by his bed. A million possibilities are running through his head and none of them make very much sense, so, knowing Greg, any of them could happen. He smiles to himself as he starts the instant messaging program. Leave it to Greg to come up with some crazy scheme to keep him awake when he should be sleeping. He clicks on Greg’s name.
NickyBoy: OK Greg, I found the mysterious package and I followed the directions you left. Now what?
Sanders-is-Stoked: Jesus, it’s about time. I was beginning to wonder if I’d have to call you and tell you to look for the thing.
NickyBoy: Sorry, babe. I took a shower and still haven’t really bothered to unpack. I found it by chance.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Well, just go ahead and open the box.
Nick does as he’s instructed, which is something he does a lot when it comes to Greg. He thinks it should worry him that he trusts Greg so blindly and does what he asks him to do without questioning it, but Greg’s never led him astray so far, so he’s willing to go with it. He reaches into the box and pulls out a small plastic object and a computer cable.
NickyBoy: Greg, what the fuck is this?
Sanders-is-Stoked: *Sigh*, it’s a webcam, Nicky. Plug it in!
NickyBoy: And what the hell am I going to do with a webcam?
Sanders-is-Stoked: Well, I’ve got one too. This way we can call each other and talk while we’re watching each other on the webcam. It’s not as good as talking face-to-face, obviously, but it’s the next best thing.
Nick busies himself with attaching the cable to the camera and then to the computer. He waits for it to get done installing the needed software, and then stares at the screen expectantly.
NickyBoy: OK, it’s all hooked up. Now what?
Sanders-is-Stoked: See the "View Webcam" button at the top of this window? Just click that and it’ll show my webcam and I’ll do the same so I can view yours.
Nick clicks the button and waits for the program to load. Within minutes, Nick sees Greg sitting in their home office, grinning up at him.
NickyBoy: I can see you, but can you see me?
Sanders-is-Stoked: Hold on, it’s still loading. Wait, never mind, there you are!
Nick smiles and waves and a few seconds later, he sees Greg laughing at him.
NickyBoy: So do you want me to call you or what?
Sanders-is-Stoked: Well, it would be nice to hear your voice again, but our phone bills were way too high after that last conference...
NickyBoy: Yeah, well, that tends to happen when you make phone sex last as long as real sex.
He looks at the video feed and can see Greg nearly doubled over with laughter. When Greg wipes the tears from his eyes and looks back up at the camera, Nick blows him a kiss.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Aw, such a romantic.
NickyBoy: You know it, baby.
Sanders-is-Stoked: If only my real boyfriend was like you.
Nick sticks his tongue out at Greg.
NickyBoy: Yeah, tell me about it. It’s nice to have an adult conversation for once. My boyfriend is so immature.
Greg flips him off and Nick grins again.
NickyBoy: Yeah, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Nick watches as Greg casually scratches at an area very close to his cock. Nick licks his lips and even though they’re thousands of miles apart, he can see that mischievous glint in Greg’s eyes.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Looks like I’m not the only one.
Nick blushes because he knows where this is headed. He should have known that this is what Greg had in mind when he bought the webcams.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Aw, you’re so cute when you blush.
NickyBoy: Are you that addicted to me that you can’t just jack off while I’m gone?
Sanders-is-Stoked: Well, I could do that, but it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now, would it?
Nick doesn’t say anything because there’s no way in hell that he’s going to say what he’s thinking. Do you know how happy it makes me to know that you can’t even go one day without having to see me? No, things like that are better left unsaid. He’s pretty sure they both understand those kinds of things anyway, so there’s no need to say them out loud.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Nicky?
NickyBoy: Yeah?
Sanders-is-Stoked: We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.
NickyBoy: Are you kidding? I’d do anything for you.
Nick mentally kicks himself for letting that slip, but he’s not going to take it back because they both know it’s true. Yeah, it was one of those things that he had vowed to keep to himself, but he doesn’t really mind if Greg knows. He expects Greg to laugh at him or to make fun of him. He doesn’t expect to see a perfectly innocent smile on Greg’s face that tells him everything he’s ever needed to know. I’d do anything for you too, Nicky.
NickyBoy: So, uh... is this like, a new fetish of yours or something?
Sanders-is-Stoked: No way, man. It’s just me making the best out of a bad situation :-)
Nick can’t help but think that making the best out of a bad situation is one of the things Greg excels at. He’s always doing it, and it’s one of the things Nick loves most about him. He hadn’t realized it before, but his life without Greg had always been so dark and lonely. At the time, he thought he was happy, but looking back at his previous life now, he wonders how he could have ever thought that.
He had always assumed that a relationship was all about getting to know the other person, but Greg had made him learn so much about himself that when he looked back at who he used to be, he barely recognized himself. Because of Greg, Nick finally knew who he was, and for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid to be that person.
NickyBoy: I love you, G.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Love you too, Nicky. But you know what I love even more?
Nick pretends to be hurt, but Greg just laughs. God, he’s always laughing. Always telling a joke, always making people laugh, always trying to lighten the mood. Even when he’s serious, there’s something about him that just makes Nick want to laugh and forget about whatever’s bothering him. Nick doesn’t know what he’d do if that light ever went out.
NickyBoy: What could you possibly love even more than your own personal Texan Sex God?
Sanders-is-Stoked: A naked and aroused Texan Sex God, of course.
NickyBoy: So you only love me for my body?
Sanders-is-Stoked: Um... duh?
NickyBoy: Ouch, man.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Hey, you’re brain is part of your body too!
Nick supposes he has a point. He grins at the camera, then slowly moves it down so Greg can see where his cock would be if he wasn’t still wearing those blasted pyjama pants. He watches as Greg licks his lips and starts unconsciously rubbing himself through his jeans again. Nick smiles a self-satisfied smile and leans back in the chair.
Sanders-is-Stoked: That’s all? You’re still wearing too many clothes!
NickyBoy: Hey, you’re wearing more clothes than me.
Greg tugs his shirt off and then stands up and undoes his belt buckle, letting his pants fall to the floor. Nick is about to type something along the lines of "Impatient much?" but then Greg’s reaching for his boxers and lets those fall to the floor too and any part of Nick’s brain that was working before isn’t anymore.
He remembers the first time he saw that body without any clothes on it. They’d been flirting for months before Greg finally broke down and asked him what he wanted because there was no way in hell he was going to just sit there and wait around on the off chance that Nick might actually want something when he could be out moving on with his life. At first Nick had tried to play it off, said he didn’t want anything, he was just messing around. That lasted about two whole minutes because as soon as he’d said it, Sara walked in and Greg was flirting with her and wow, apparently Greg was being serious when he said he’d move on.
So as soon as Sara left the room, Nick told him that he’d had time to rethink his decision and he was all up for changing his mind. Greg just laughed and told him he knew of this cozy little coffee shop down the road from his apartment. One thing led to another and before he knew it, he was exploring every inch of Greg. It wasn’t until later that afternoon when he woke up with Greg wrapped around him that he realized Greg had probably planned the whole thing. And every warning bell in his head was going off, telling him to run, to stop this before it went any further, but another part of his brain, the part he so rarely listened to, was telling him that they were perfect for each other, and he had to admit that they did complement each other rather well. So he decided not to run and he’s never been happier in his life.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Like what you see?
NickyBoy: Do you really have to ask?
Sanders-is-Stoked: Not really, I can see the answer in that bulge in your pants. I bet you’d be a lot more comfortable if you took those off.
Nick can’t help but feel a little silly as he’s pulling off his pyjama pants, but then he watches as Greg runs his hand up and down his already rock hard cock and he stops feeling anything except turned on. He’s already hard too, but Greg always does that to him. Greg with clothes, Greg without clothes, it doesn’t really matter.
He positions the camera on the table next to the bed, then lays down and sets the laptop next to him. He continues watching as Greg slowly strokes up and down. Nick’s reaching for his own cock when he sees Greg’s hand let go of his and head towards the keyboard.
Sanders-is-Stoked: I wish you were here :(
NickyBoy: What, doesn’t it turn you on to know that you can only watch?
Greg flinches slightly before responding, but Nick doesn’t think anything about it.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Yeah, but not as much as it turns me on to touch you, taste you, smell you, hear you...
NickyBoy: Less typing, more touching. Please.
And of course Greg obliges because even though he can’t hear him, Nick begging is always a turn-on. So he reaches down with one hand and resumes the painfully slow strokes of before, while he lets his free hand roam over his body. He starts by playing with his balls, then he moves the hand up slowly and plays with each of his nipples for a little bit until he finally takes a couple of fingers into his mouth and sucks on them.
Nick moves his laptop onto the table next to the camera because he’s really not expecting to do a whole lot of typing for the next few minutes and he could use the extra space. He turns his head and watches Greg play with himself. Nick’s hand closes around his cock and his hips jerk up involuntarily. Greg leans back in the chair and props his feet up on the desk, giving Nick a great view of his tight ass. Nick’s hand tightens its already firm grip as Greg moves the saliva-slicked fingers down, down, down until they’re pressing up against his entrance. And then, instead of pushing them in, he moves his hands away and reaches for the keyboard again. Nick actually lets out a groan of frustration.
Sanders-is-Stoked: You like that, Nicky?
Nick isn’t about to let go of the death grip he has on his cock so he just nods his head vigorously, which earns him a laugh from Greg and God, he can almost hear it. Greg moves his hand back down again and his fingers find their place, pushing softly against his entrance. He pushes, and... No, he’s moving his hands again, reaching for the keyboard.
Nick’s had enough and before Greg can even finish typing whatever tease he had in mind, Nick’s leaning over and typing him a piece of his mind.
NickyBoy: Enough. Teasing. JUST DO IT ALREADY!
That just makes Greg laugh even harder, but he leans back in the chair, tilts his head back, and closes his eyes. He moves his hand and once again his fingers are so close...
NickyBoy: No. Open your eyes. I love to see your eyes, G. Please.
Greg snaps his eyes open and leans forward to read the message. He blushes slightly as he leans back in the chair again, but this time he doesn’t let his head fall back. He looks directly into the camera as his fingers finally push inside of him.
Nick can’t tear his eyes off the computer monitor because this is definitely the hottest thing ever. His boyfriend is a thousand miles away, fucking himself on camera just for Nick. And he looks so beautiful doing it too, that’s what startles Nick the most. It could easily turn out like a cheesy porn, but Greg is so graceful and beautiful that it just comes across as really intimate and... lovely.
Greg’s slow thrusts around his cock remain, but his fingers are pushing in harder and harder each time. And all Nick can think about is Greg fucking him, feeling Greg’s cock deep inside of him, so he’s slicking up his own fingers and pushing them in before he can talk himself out of it. On the video feed, Greg’s mouth is open and his hands have stopped moving and Nick can tell that he definitely didn’t expect that.
That he can still surprise Greg turns him on even more. And soon he’s rocking back and forth between his own cock and fingers as he watches Greg do the same. Greg pushes himself off the bed and into his hand, then lets himself fall back onto his fingers, and Nick knows it isn’t nearly as good as if his own, thick cock was filling Greg, stretching him, but Greg looks like he’s enjoying it anyway.
Nick knows he certainly is. Greg’s fucked him before, but he usually likes to be the one in control, so it doesn’t happen that often. And every time he breaks and lets Greg do it, he wonders why he doesn’t let him do it more often, because it feels so good. His fingers aren’t nearly as pleasing as Greg’s cock, but he’s still finding himself wondering why he doesn’t do this more often when he has to resort to jacking off.
His cock is all but forgotten as he stares at the screen and just lets his fingers brush against that spot inside of him. He works them in and out while his other hand moves up and down lazily every once in a while. He can tell Greg’s liking what he’s seeing because his own strokes are getting wilder and harder and faster. Greg’s tense, so he’s about to come, but that’s good because Nick doesn’t think he can hold off that much longer anyway.
And then something else hits him like a ton of bricks. It’s silent. There’s never silence when he and Greg are having sex. Even when they just watch each other jack off, Greg’s always moaning and groaning and making noises. And he didn’t know that a silent Greg could be so hot, but apparently it is because he rams his fingers in one more time as he gives his cock another stroke, and he arches off the bed as he comes. Pulse after hot pulse and it lands on his stomach, his chest, even a little on his face and in his hair and yeah, webcams are hot. He wonders if they can set up a little home network in their house and do this while they’re sitting in different rooms.
All thoughts of playing computer technician for a day soon leave his mind, though, because on screen, Greg’s fingers are working in and out at a frantic pace and his hand is sliding up and down his cock so fast Nick can’t even make it out. Greg opens his mouth and screams what Nick can only assume is his name before he too reaches climax. There’s a nice little pool of white on his pale stomach and he runs his hand through it lazily before licking his fingers clean. He reaches down and wipes himself off with an old pair of Nick’s boxers and Nick thinks he might already be up for round two.
Nick runs his fingers through his come too. He’s never liked tasting himself, but he’s breaking all sorts of conventions tonight anyway, so he licks his fingers clean before reaching down to pick up his pyjama pants so he can wipe himself off.
Nick just lays his head back on the pillow and tries to recover from his exhaustion. What the hell else can you do after something that amazing? He glances over at the screen and sees that Greg’s already typing him a message.
Sanders-is-Stoked: Tomorrow night when I go into work, I’m having Grissom sign you up for every out-of-state conference there is.