#can you imagine The God(tm) coming down just to tell u that ur the worst

[hornyforgrapes]

would you. be willing. to write griffin fingering himself. asking for a friend.

i GOTCHA buddy. i had a LOT of fun with this one. hopefully shipboys is your thing also damn? this is the first time i’ve written Generic Bottom Griffin TM since my very first fic

#nsfw #fingering #masturbation #nickgriffin #sexting #santanico.txt

Griffin falls asleep while texting Nick. He doesn’t like doing that, but he can’t help it, sometimes. The two hour time distance rarely impacts their work schedule, but when they’re trying to just be themselves, it can be exhausting.

And Griffin’s exhausted as is.

Griffin wakes up with a start at four in the morning. He isn’t sure why - he doesn’t have to be properly awake until eight, and he didn’t plan to get up early - but he’s awake, eyes wide and the only sound in the room the ceiling fan.

Then, Cecil, scratching gently at the door.

So that was it.

Griffin flicks on his light, opens the door for the cat, and crawls back in bed. He feels wide awake, but he’s sure if he turned the light back off and crawled under the covers, he could get back to sleep in ten minutes. He checks his phone instead, and there’s a stream of texts on the lock screen, reminding him that they’d been texting before he passed out.

Nick R.

U asleep?

Shit ok u def are haha sorry

I know it’s late. But i miss u. Can we facetime tmrw? Lemme know

There’s a twenty minute break at midnight for Griffin, and then Nick continues.

Nick R.

Sorry this is really shitty but fuck i’m trying to sleep and i just can’t think abt anything else

I miss fucking you

Is that too forward? It’s just been a really long time

Griffin stops scrolling, sets the phone down and presses the heels of his palms to his eyelids. Nick should be sorry. This is an awful way for Griffin to start his day. He shifts a bit, then looks back at his phone. He wasn’t anywhere near the end of the texts.

Nick R.

I don’t tell you every time i jerk off, obviously. Lol that would probably get annoying

But when i do it’s cuz of u, every time

Like right now

I’m thinking abt you looking at me, flat on your back, digging ur nails into my shoulder

I miss fucking you w/my fingers and just watching u

Fall apart u know?

Sometimes i just get this urge to fuck you til you cant walk straight

“Shit,” Griffin says out loud, drops his phone. There’s no need to be subtle or pretend, Cecil doesn’t give two shits, so he yanks off his boxers and scrambles for the lube. He warms it up in his palm, gives his cock a few hurried strokes. He gets hard embarrassingly fast, it takes almost nothing.

He looks at his phone, with his other hand, sitting back and jacking his cock, more slowly now.

Nick R.

My hand is nothing compared to u

Your ass your mouth i don’t care

I miss you just tight around me

Miss fucking you so hard the headboard hits the wall

Griffin i miss you

Griffin stops again. He’s nearly at the end of the texts. They’ve been sparsed out, maybe a minute or two between every other message. Griffin shifts, sits up, lets go of his cock and spreads more lube on his left hand. He sits with his knees apart, focuses on finding the right angle. He teases his hole with the tip of a wet finger, circles the ring of muscles and sinks inside. It’s not as good as Nick - his fingers, his cock - it can’t be, but it’s something.

Griffin manages his cock and his ass together, jerking off steadily as he pushes in a second slick finger. That’s easy enough, and he doesn’t need to fuck himself too deep for the sensation to rocket into his dick. It’s all just hot, solid sweetness, and Griffin thinks about Nick. Thinks about Nick’s cock, the head against his hole, the way Nick’s face tightens and his eyebrows furrow and he groans as he bottoms out. The way Nick says, “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” and showers Griffin with pointless, honey-sweet praise.

Griffin’s jacking himself harder, each upward stroke bringing him closer, and just the fullness of his fingers is enough to make it perfect. He groans out Nick’s name as he comes, can’t help himself as he spills hard into his palm, squeezing around his fingers.

“God, shit,” Griffin breathes, sliding his fingers out and looking at his nasty hand. He’s a little dizzy but he takes a trip to the bathroom, washes his hands, brushes his teeth, takes a piss and then rinses the sweat from his face. He crawls back into bed and looks at his phone, embarrassed he never finished Nick’s texts.

Nick R.

Wish u were here is all

Sorry i know this is gonna suck to wake up to

But i just came so fuckin hard just from thinking about fucking u til u cried

Love ya

Haha

Night

Griffin laughs, drags his fingers through his hair before he texts back.

Griffin

Welp

Woke up at 4am and saw these

U can imagine how my morning started

Okay maybe not. I fingered myself and jacked off

So not so bad.

Miss ya too

Griffin wonders, vaguely, if Nick’s still awake. Probably not if he was sexting at eleven and it’s two, now. So Griffin turns off his phone screen, puts away the lube, strips his bed of the sheets he had stained (it’s just a tiny spot but enough for him not to want to deal with it right away), and positions his pillows to fall asleep again.