Speak Your Pleasure

Title: Speak Your Pleasure
Pairing: Alex/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Stuck alone in his flat, Alex improvises.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, no offence meant at all. I love them too much to offend on purpose.
Warning: Dirty talk. Lots of it.
Notes: For the "kinky phone sex" challenge at slacken_ties.

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Alex paced, thoughtfully biting his lip. He was restless and his mind wandered. The only reason he was confined to his flat was so that he could concentrate on the music and he could not do even that.

He could not stop thinking of Nick. He could not stop thinking of the angular cheekbones, sharp beneath his fingertips as he cups Nick's face while they kiss; the sinuous, corded muscle of Nick's arms as he grasps the headboard, Alex draped over his back, pushing their hips together; the hair that sticks up after Alex has clutched it during a frantic blow job; the glittering blue eyes that follow and challenge Alex, mouth stretched around his cock; that arse that fits into the curve of Alex's hand as he slides it over pale flesh... Oh, bollocks, he's drifted off again.

Feeling an empty ache, Alex turned his head frantically, before locating his wayward mobile. His hand shook a little as he dialed Nick's number. His heart skipped when Nick greeted him with an enthusiastic, "Alex!"

"Hullo," Alex tried to sound nonchalant, quickly sitting down onto the nearest chair. "Any luck?"

Nick sighed, "No. You?"

Alex opened his mouth, ready to pretend that progress had been made, but promptly closed it, shaking his head. "Nothing."

"Paul and Bob are out of order, separating us like this. I can't work without you," Nick said, twirling the telephone cord around his finger.

"Not that we get much done when we're together. With all the... distractions."

"Gott, Alex, I can't take this!" Nick put one hand across his eyes.

"Perhaps we can find a loophole then," Alex purred, a smile blossoming. "What are you wearing?"

Nick was taken aback by the question and the seductive tone, his body responding predictably to the deep, soothing voice. "Just a simple shirt and some trousers, why?"

"That's far too much. Why don't you take off that shirt?" Alex licked his lips, fingers undoing his own shirt, slipping the buttons through the loops with difficulty, what with only one hand available.

Breathing quickened, Nick put the phone on his lap, tugging off the t-shirt without question. Shivering a little, he picked up the receiver once more. "Done."

"Good," Alex rumbled. "Touch yourself for me. Run your hand over your chest; scrape your fingernails across your belly. It makes your nipples turn to hard nubs, doesn't it?" Alex lightly scratches across his own chest, eyes heavy-lidded. "But that's not the only thing that's hard. You must be tenting your trousers by now."

"Alex, you're horrible. Stop teasing," Nick groaned, sliding his hand to undo the trouser button and zip.

"Ah ah ah. I'll be the one giving orders, if you please. So get that hand away from there!" Alex was enjoying himself very much.

Huffing, Nick moved his hand to grasp the arm of his easy chair. "You know me far too well, Mr. Kapranos."

"Hmmm," Alex acquiesced. Fingers dancing up and down his skin, he continued, "You must look so good, skin flushing with arousal; so good that I pull you in for a kiss, my tongue wetting your lips and tickling your palette; so good that I push you to your knees, undoing my trousers and parting them for you." Alex's head lolled back to rest against the chair-back, rubbing his hand over the front of his trousers, undoing them quickly.

Nick was gasping into the phone, knuckles white as he kept a death hold on the chair, the hand holding the phone in place becoming increasingly sweaty. He said nothing, only gasped.

"The belt slides easily out of the loops, buckle jingling. Your keen face is staring up at me as I drag it over your flushed cheek, making you shiver with cold and more before I toss it aside." Alex licked his palm then pushed his hand past the band of his pants, maneuvering so that he had a firm grip. "You eagerly open your mouth, grasping my hips and, curling your tongue, circle the head of my cock with your decadent, white-hot mouth."

Moaning, Nick pleaded, "Alex, you're killing me. May I...?"

"Shush, you can't talk now, you've got a mouth full of me," Alex whispered, hand tight around himself, thighs trembling from the strain of keeping it still.

Nick cursed silently, but did as he was told: nothing.

"I grasp your hair and push my hips forward. You relax, your eyes on mine, and let me push as far as possible. I give a nod and you scramble to undo your trousers."

Frantically, fingers trembling, Nick went for the button and zip, groaning when his fingertips brushed across burning flesh.

"When I don't release you, your eyes flick back and forth in panic, face turning bluish."

Closing his eyes, Nick worked swiftly, hand sliding easily over his straining cock. He could've sworn he felt the suffocation Alex was describing.

"Your breath runs out quickly. As quickly as your palm slides over your erection, yearning for the touch." Alex bites his lower lip, squeezing himself almost to the point of pain. "Taking pity, I pull back and you gasp for breath. I release my tight grip on your sweaty hair and I let you set your own pace. You look debauched, hair sticking up every which way, lips bright red and wet." Alex moans, cradling his cock, carefully keeping himself wanting, finding it hard to speak and wank at the same time.

Nick was lifting his hips into his own grip, holding the slippery phone tightly. Feeling the impending release, he managed to gasp out, "Alex! So close now. I'm gonna come."

The words smoldered and Alex felt them burn down his spine. "Mmm. Yes."

Nick's chest heaved and he spilled across his hand, sliding down a bit in his chair.

With his last remaining breath, Alex whispered wickedly, urgently, as he felt the heat pooling at the base of his spine, "Your mouth is divine, but I pull out at the last moment and come all over your eager face; you blink in surprise." Alex's breath hitched as his cock jerked. He came, his words his own undoing.

Smiling, Nick wiped his hand on his trousers, they needed a wash anyway. "That was brilliant. You've certainly a way with words."

Alex chuckled. Unexpectedly, he heard a key being turned in the door. "Have to run, can't talk anymore," he quickly said and left Nick to listen to the droning, disconnected signal.

Paul burst in and promptly looked away, blushing. "Er, dinnae mean tae walk in while ye were... er, well, ye ken..."

"S'alright," Alex interjected before Paul had a chance to get carried away with his apology.

"Jist checkin' tae see 'at ye were still 'ere an' had nae stolen away. Sorry." Paul dared a glance, colouring further when he saw that Alex had not bothered to cover himself up.

Alex smiled enigmatically. "Still here." As an afterthought, he added, "Care for some sloppy seconds?"

Paul looked up in astonishment and mumbled something about Esther before hightailing it out of there.

End