phonetag

Ring. Ring.

"Nick, answer the phone."

"Uhhn..." Warm arms tightened around me as he snuggled his face closer to me.

"Nick, sweetie..."

He muttered something that sounded like "Issorturn," and made a credible attempt to smother himself in my hair.

"Uhhn..." I was way too comfortable to move anything, let alone make the effort to sound human while being this sleepy. "It's probably for you anyway."

Ring. Ring ring.

"Why do people call this early? Don't they have any compassion for the sleep deprived?" Grumbling, he stretched one long arm over to the phone.

"It's ten o'clock, and you're only sleep deprived because we had sex all night," I giggled.

"Shh... Mmm. Hello?" He sounded extremely groggy. He wasn't kidding about being sleep deprived, I thought. Suddenly wide-awake, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. My head thunked off his chest onto the pillow. "Oh hi Brian!" I made an inarticulate distressed sort of noise and curled up as tightly as I could to conserve body warmth. "Uh huh, ok, sure, uh huh, I totally agree... Uh huh, yeah, that'd be great..." I tried unsuccessfully to go back to sleep.

More "Mm-hmm"s and "uh huh"s. Boring.

"If you're going to talk so loud I can't sleep, at least have an interesting conversation!" I grumbled. He turned around, glared at me, and turned away again before continuing his train of thought.

I made a few "grrr" and "hmmph!" noises and thrashed around a bit, trying to get his attention. He ignored me. I scrunched my way over to him until my face was close to his lower back. I pulled up the back of his beater. Hmmm. Skin.

I kissed just beneath the small lump of his last vertebra. No luck.

I licked across the exposed skin. Still nothing.

Damn.

Then I had a brilliant idea.

I parted my lips slightly, placed them softly against his sensitive skin, and blew. Hard.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!!!"

Gotcha.

"Don't EVER do that EVER again! EVER! AHHHH! EVER!" Nick had a few aftershock shudders and gave me another dirty look. "I mean it! That was evil! Never ever!"

I cackled and dove under the sheets. I burrowed my way to safety on the other side of the bed and listened as the (now muffled) "uh huh"s and "ok"s resumed. After a few minutes of hiding out, I began to crawl guerrilla-style - beneath my blanket canopy - towards my unsuspecting victim.

This time I planned to make a peace offering.

Resurfacing, I slowly moved until I was sitting upright behind him, my legs outside his, hanging over the edge. I began running my hands over his hair and neck, trailing my fingers over his bare skin. Then I noticed how tense his neck and back were and started a gentle massage. He made appreciative noises that I hoped Brian couldn't hear. I kept massaging.

Until I was distracted by his shoulders. Damn it, it drives me crazy every time Nick wears a beater. I think he does it on purpose.

Soon I was interspersing kisses with the rubbing. Slow, deep kisses. He was arching towards me like a cat getting scratched in just the right place. Less massaging, more kisses. Mmm. I worked my way around his jaw, down his neck, all the way to his throat. I slid sideways to get a better angle and my legs wrapped around him as if they had minds of their own.

Nick tried to keep his cool, but his speech got less and less coherent as he got more and more flustered. Brain cells were apparently migrating south.

"Huh? Oh, I... never mind... what? Umm... ok..." He sounded breathless and confused and anxious to get off the phone, all at the same time.

I grinned wickedly. My evil plan was working. Distracting Nick, my new favorite hobby.

Then it occurred to me that it was only fair, since I can't function properly with him in the same room. Bastard.

Finally I'd had enough. I slid around to sit fully on his lap, straddling him. Pressing one hand over the receiver still in his grip, I cupped the other around the back of his neck and pulled him to me.

He wrenched away for a second to answer something Brian asked. As soon as the words were out of his mouth I dragged him back for another intense kiss.

Somehow he escaped again. "Brian, can I-"

I wrapped both arms and both legs around him, pressed my body tight to his, and traced around his ear with my tongue, then sucked and nibbled gently.

The phone hit the floor.

There was an audible CLICK! as Brian was cut off.

A few minutes later Nick managed to detangle himself enough to gasp, "I really should call him back..."

"If it's important he'll try again," I replied into his mouth, not bothering to stop kissing him.

"But-"

"Nick, he knows your number. He'll try again."

This time he didn't bother either. "I know..."

When Brian called back, we let it ring.