Wednesday Night Phone Call

WEDNESDAY NIGHT PHONE CALL

Co-written by tumblr!Deuce and tumblr!Nick

Deuce sighed as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the back of the couch. He’d been sitting on the couch for the past few hours and the thought of moving was the last on he wanted to have. His last patient had left hours ago and he’d been avoiding calls from Livi all afternoon. Livi. His stomach clenched at the thought of his girlfriend, the guilt more than starting to seep into his mind at what had happened over the weekend. She had looked so hurt when she picked him up from the airport and brought him home and he had given her a soft kiss before telling her to go home. He knew that she thought he would invite her up, but he told her that he had work to do and patients take care of. So he had sent her on her way and made his way upstairs alone. Just like he wanted to be tonight.

He knew that it had only been a few hours, but there was a pang of loneliness in his chest. He missed Nick. Aside from a quick text to let him know that he was safe in Philly, they hadn’t spoken that day and he found that he missed the sound of the Boston accent. Deuce picked up his phone for the millionth time, his fingers gliding over the surface as he pulled up Nick’s number, double checking the time before hesitantly pressing the button to call him, hoping that he could catch him at home.

Nick was quiet all day at work. He knew Rico kept looking at him funny due to his unusual behavior, but he didn’t really give a shit. His mind kept wandering between the blissful memories of the past five days and the desolate thoughts of Deacon being over two hundred miles away and not knowing what their future would hold.

Nick couldn’t help the smile that would cross his face whenever the image of Deacon popped into his mind, or when he’d remember the sound of D’s voice, his laughter. Nick would unconsciously lick his lips when he thought about how it felt to kiss Deacon, or of the way his skin tasted. Than the picture of D riding up the elevator, away from Nick, away from Boston, would pop into Nick’s mind and he would be overcome with a sense of loss.

After work Nick spent longer than he usually did at the gym, than stopped to get something to eat, just to postpone going home to the empty boat. Funny how he didn’t mind living there alone all of these years, yet in just a few short days Deacon had somehow turned it into more of a home than it had ever been, and now the thought of being there by himself weighed on Nick’s mind. 

When he finally got back to the boat he took a shower and settled down in bed naked to watch TV. He usually hung out upstairs in the parlor, but somehow being down here, surrounded by the smell of Deacon on his sheets, he didn’t feel so far removed from the man.

Nick picked up his phone for the millionth time that day to make sure he didn’t miss a call. Or more accurately, didn’t miss Deacon’s call. Jesus, he really did turn into a teenage girl, he’d never waited on a phone call in his life like this. Deacon had said he’d give Nick a buzz if he wasn’t too exhausted when he got home after seeing patients and Nick was hoping to God that D was awake enough to uphold that promise. He had sent Nick a text earlier, when he had landed, just to let Nick know he was safe in Philly and that he hadn’t been molested by any TSA agents. Nick would never admit it, but he’d read the message at least six times and had smiled on each occasion.

When the cell phone sitting on the pillow next to him finally rang, Nick smiled at the name on the caller ID, “Hello?”

Deuce smiled at Nick's voice, “Hey!”

“Hey, yourself.” Nick’s smile grew at the sound of D’s voice, “Guess you got in ok?”

“Got home and went straight to work.” Deuce answered, “You make it okay today...?”

“Yeah...” Nick rolls over to lie on the pillow Deacon had slept on for the past three nights, “Long day. Uneventful though. You must be exhausted.”

“It was good to keep busy, kept my mind off of...”  Deuce cuddled down in bed with the kitten.

“Yeah...I know.” Nick bit his bottom lip, not sure if he should say what he was thinking, than decided to share the edited version, “I stayed at the gym longer than usual. I…wasn't looking forward to coming home to an empty boat.”

“My mind kept drifting when I was with patients today... kept thinking about you.” It had been pretty embarrassing when one of his longtime patients had teasingly brought how distracted he was to his attention. Thankfully he had been able to just laugh it off as his brain still being on vacation. They had a good laugh about it before getting back to business, but it just showed him exactly how distracted Nick was making him.

“Oh, yeah?” Nick’s face split with his huge grin at the admission, but he decided to keep things light so he teased, “What were you thinking about...?”

“Maybe a few naughty things...” Deuce teased back as he laughed, “You find what I left in the guest room?”

“No!” Nick jumps out of bed to hurry to the guest cabin, “Is it a pair of boxers?” he laughed.

“Not quite!” Deuce laughed too, “Think about something more above the belt.”

“Damn. You know that is very difficult for me. ” Nick smiled when he saw the Phillies tee shirt Deacon had laid out on the queen bed, but he let out a groan for D's benefit, “Oh God...only for you Deacon will I allow this to stay in my house.”

Deuce laughed softly, “You're going to learn to love the Phillies even if it kills me!”

“If anyone could accomplish that it would be you baby, but don't hold your breath.” Nick smelled the tee as he walked back to his room,” Mmmmm...smells like you.”

“I was hoping it would hold onto the smell.” Deuce admitted, “Just wanted you to have something…”

“You left me with a lot of somethings, D.” Nick hesitates, again unsure if he should reveal too much of what he was feeling, “I...I'll always remember everything...I can still...taste you.” Then he smiled, “and I'm still pretty sore!”

Deuce chuckled softly as he stretched out on his bed, “That makes two of us. And I had to deal with a plane ride and sitting at my desk all afternoon!” He shifted slightly, his muscles protesting the movement. He was sore in places he never knew could get sore… and he wouldn’t trade the aches and pains caused by his week with Nick for anything.

“Yeah, I kept squirming in the car all day,” Nick laughed, “But, it was worth it. It was...” he turned his face into the pillow,”it was really good D. Fuck, I can still smell you...us on the sheets.”

Deuce felt a little sad as he answered, “I should have stolen a blanket...or your damned Snuggie!” Anything that smelled like Nick just to get him through the nights. He was so close to going to the store and buying a bottle of the body wash that Nick used, just for the familiar scent.

Nick laughed, “Told you you'd like the Snuggie...” he lifted the tee to his nose and took in a deep breath, then turned onto his side to hug the pillow, “I...wish you were here. I want to touch you.”

“Nick...,” Deuce sighed softly, “It took everything I had to get on that damned plane...”

“I know, Deak.” Nick smoothed his hand over the sheets, “It took everything I had to let you. But...real life and all that, yeah?”

“Unfortunately...” Deuce gave Winchester a belly rub, “At least I have a ginger sleeping with me tonight!”

“Hmmm...” Nick smiled, losing his battle with trying to stay PG, “but he doesn't lick you in the places I like to. At least I hope not.”

“I'd share the bed with two gingers if you showed up at my door right now!” Deuce laughed.

“Don't tempt me.” Nick chuckled, then licked his lips remembering the feel of D’s soft lips pressed against his own, “God Deacon, your kiss is worth getting fired over.”

Deuce groaned softly, “Wish I was kissing you right now...”

“You have no idea...” Nick had to adjust himself as his dick started to get hard, “…what the sound of you saying that does to me.”

Deuce moaned softly as he moved against the sheets, “Oh, I have an idea... wish I was touching you... or watching you touch yourself.”

Nick’s heart rate picked up at D’s words,”Oh fuck Deacon...” Nick stroked his fully erect cock once slowly,”…the sounds you make. The way you taste...Jesus what you do to me...” Nick sucked in a breath, “I'm imagining you touching me right now.”

Deuce shifted slightly, moving his hand into his boxers, “You're touching yourself aren't you?”  he said on a quiet moan, “Wish this was your hand wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Nick turned onto his back to stoke himself as he closed his eyes and imagined Deacon with him “I wish I was touching your cock...sucking your cock. I love the way it feels in my mouth...”

Deuce gave Winchester a little nudge off of the bed as he pushed his boxers down, “Fuck you have an amazing mouth... best blow jobs I've ever fucking had.”  Deuce breathed as he stroked himself slowly, “Mmm…”

“Yeah?” Nick felt a sense of pride and hoped D was telling the truth as he reached over to grab lube and slick up his dick, “That's because your cock is fucking gorgeous...like the rest of you. Just perfect...” Nick began to breathe heavily as his strokes picked up, “I want to suck you, take you right to the edge. But I won't let you come, not yet...”

Deuce let out a louder moan as he arched against his hand, “God, you're such a fucking tease, Nicky... your mouth feels fucking incredible.”

“Mmmmm…” Nick hummed, the image of Deacon’s cock and the way it tasted conjured up vividly in his mind, “You taste so fucking good. I never swallowed before...just for you....but not tonight. Tonight I want you to fuck me.” Nick let out a low growl at the thought, “It feels so incredible when you're inside of me...”

Deuce moaned loudly again, “Fucking love being inside of you... the way you feel around me, drives me completely insane, Nicky... god it's like I can you feel you here with me...”

Nick switched the phone on speaker and set it next to his head on the pillow, “Mmm… Deacon, I can feel you too...” He pulled his legs back and slipped his slick fingers down under his balls and pushed down, “I've got my fingers inside...you’re inside. God you fuck me so good...you make me come so hard...” Nick moaned as he turned his hand and began to move his fingers in and out imagining it was Deacon. His fingers didn’t compare to D’s cock, but with listening to Deacon’s heavy breathing and moans, it helped fuel his imagination. “Oh yeah Deacon...right there baby.”

Deuce stroked his cock faster, his eyes closed, picturing Nick in his head, “You're so fucking tight baby. I fit so perfectly inside of you....” Deuce let out a groan, “I'm hitting that sweet spot over and over again, want to make you come apart...”

“Oh yeah...fuck yeah. “ Nick panted as he began to stoke his cock faster to keep in time with his fingers, “Fuck me Deacon...God your cock feels so good...so fucking good...”

“Fuck Nicky, you feel so fucking amazing... got my hand wrapped around your cock, stroking and teasing you as I fuck you... bringing you so close to the edge.” Deuce began to stroke himself even harder, “God...”

“Oh yeah...” Nick gritted out on a moan, the image of Deacon fucking him so clear to him as the tingling started at the base of his spine, “I'm gonna come...I'm gonna fucking come Deacon.”

“Come for me, Nicky... want to hear you...” Deuce urged Nick as he felt his own orgasm build, “So fucking close baby...”

“Ahhhh...Fuuuuck,” Nick Groaned loudly as he came, “...fuck yeah...oh yeah baby.” Nick milked the last stroke out until he shuttered, “...come inside of me Deacon...I wanna feel you come.” And Nick wished he could, without the barrier of a condom.

 Deuce clenched his fist into the sheets as he came moaning Nick's name, and rode out his orgasm. “Oh fuck, Nicky...!”

“Mmmm...” Nick hummed happily as he smiled, “You're so fucking sexy Deacon...”

“You're the sexy one... god, you drive me crazy!” He panted softly as he closed his eyes, his fingers trailing through the come on his stomach.

Nick’s smile widened, “Likewise...” He looked down at the come on his stomach and laughed “You made me make a mess again.”

“I think you always make a mess!” Deuce teased.

“Always your fault, I'm sticking to that.” Nick chuckled again as he stretched, “Ah...I don't wanna move. I wish you were here so I could hold you. I need my big, warm teddy bear to sleep.” Nick added a teasing lilt to his voice to hide how true that statement was.

“Should have bought you a bear wearing a Phillies t-shirt” Deuce laughed as he cleaned himself up with the sheet before shoving it aside.

“Wouldn't compare to you...” Nick answered as his smile wavered. Deacon sounded exhausted and Nick knew the rest of D’s week was going to be rough because of his prolonged stay in Boston, “You sound tired, baby.”

“ Mmm yeah, it's been a long day...” Deuce admitted, “Don't wanna sleep, though.” Sleeping would mean hanging up and he just wanted to listen to Nick talk just a little bit longer.

“Go to sleep.” Nick’s smiled returned but it was a sad one. He didn’t want to get off of the phone either, but he didn’t want to be the cause of Deacon’s fatigue. He wandered when they’d talk again. He didn’t want to put any pressure on D, but wasn’t sure how to say that without actually saying it and still let Deacon know he wanted him in his life. “I don't want you to be tired tomorrow. I...just call me whenever you have a chance. Don't feel...” -  obligated -  ”I mean ya know. Whatever is good...”

Deuce chuckled softly, “You mean don't call you at 6 am when I wake up.” The very idea of waking up, turning off his alarm, and immediately calling Nick was a very, very tempting one.

“No, please don't.” Nick answered, and then had to tell the truth, “Nah, you can call me whenever you want. Or if you don't have a chance, it's cool. I'm always here...So...either way.”

Deuce smiled, “The same goes for you... you want to call, call…” God, please call.

Nick laughed, again trying to lighten the mood, “You may regret you said that! Alright...go to sleep Deacon. I'll talk to you soon, yeah?” please

“Get some sleep Nicky. I'll call you tomorrow.” Promise.

“Ok…”Nick answered, than let slip out with a wince, “and, D?”

“Yeah...?” he sounded a little amused, wondering what Nick was going to come up with to keep him on the phone just a little bit longer; not that he was complaining.

Now that Nick got his attention he wasn’t sure exactly what to say. He was overcome with the urge to say all of those things he wanted to say earlier today when they were making love, and then again in the car at the airport. “I...I had a really good time these last five days.” Nick let out a soft sigh, “Really though. I mean that. Not just the sex...but all of it. Everything.” Everything little fucking thing.

Deuce smiled, “Me too, Nick... when I went to Boston, I had no idea...”

“I did!” Nick laughed, again going for levity. Yeah, in his wildest dreams he imagined what would happen when Deacon came to stay with him, “Nah, I'm just kidding...”

“I'm so glad I stayed... so glad we fucking kissed each other.” Deuce couldn’t even imagine not kissing Nick now. Missing out on kissing him would have been one of the biggest regrets of his life.

“Oh God me too D...me too.” You may never know how much, but man Deacon sounded worn out, and Nick was afraid if he stayed on the phone much longer he may say something he’d regret later. “You better go to sleep...”

“You too... can't go back to not sleeping after sleeping like a baby the past three nights!” Deuce laughed tenderly.

“I'll try.” Nick answered, “You wore me the fuck out! All of that aggressive therapy and all…”

“If you're good, you just might get more of it... you'll get my bill in the mail soon!” Deuce laughed.

Nick laughed as well, “I'll pay whatever it is. So worth every penny.” Jesus, and wasn’t that the truth. Actually, the time they’d spent together was priceless to Nick.

Deuce smirked, “Oh good!” He snuggled into the blankets and turned off the light, “Go to sleep, Nick.”

“Ok.” Nick placated him, he knew the longing he was feeling for Deacon would keep him up., “Good night D. Sleep good baby.”

“Night Nicky... sleep tonight, okay?” Deuce answered, reading Nick’s mind.

“Yeah, I will...” Nick sighed, he’d try, for D he’d try, “I'm gonna snuggle the tee shirt and pillow and pretend they’re you.” Nick laughed at how absurd and sappy that sounded, and also because it was probably the truth.

“I'm doing the same with the poor cat...” Deuce laughed, “I'll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Ok...” God, Nick hoped that was true, “Night Deacon.” I think I’ve fallen in love with you…

“Night Nick...” Deuce hung up with a soft sigh, shoving the phone under the pillow. I miss you...