Title: CSI100Fics Prompt Challenge – Nos. 16 and 50
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1078 and 328 respectively
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: V.fluffy and AU.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: Unbeta-ed. So the mistakes are all mine! The icon is high_striker’s.

CSI100Fic Prompt Challenge No 16

 

Purple

 

When Gil arrived home he was very nearly asleep on his feet.  He’d worked all night and spent most of the day in court and been worked over by a belligerent defence lawyer. A verdict wasn't due for days, but Gil felt he’d done his very best and that was all he expected of himself.

 

As he parked his truck he rubbed his eyes and then rolled his shoulders…if he was really lucky he could be in bed in fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes.  Perhaps he could persuade Nick to give him a blow job, which would send him to sleep in a really good frame of mind.

 

He smiled to himself as he heaved his body out the cab, retrieved his bag with his dirty work clothes and went to their front door.  As he opened it he half expected Nick to jump out at him and greet him in his usual manner; all hugs and happiness to see him.  He chuckled more as he thought how spoiled he’d become under Nick’s loving ministrations...but there was no Nick to greet him and he felt bereft.

 

He saw, almost immediately, where Nick was and his heart sank.  Nick was out on their deck checking out his camping equipment; laying out all the paraphernalia to check for damage or wear and tear.  So Nick was planning another little trip.

 

Nick was an outdoors man if ever there was one.  He loved hiking and biking and camping.  Luckily for Gil their working life meant there wasn’t much time to do too much camping.  Maybe two or three trips a year each for a couple of nights.

 

When he was younger Gil enjoyed an occasional jaunt into the wilderness but as he’d got older, the thought of sleeping under canvas had diminished to be replaced by thoughts of motels and, on one memorable occasion, an RV…that was the kind of camping his old bones could tolerate now; not the sleeping under canvas with no support for his aching back and too much confinement for his hot and aching feet. 

 

While he thought these thoughts he moved across the living room and was standing at the patio doors watching Nick check along the seams of the little tent they shared.

 

He was being a unfair because they always had a good time, chasing bugs, watching birds and making love, but for two nights spent sleeping in the tent he’d spend two weeks recuperating from the various aches and pains.

 

But Nick was so enthusiastic, he wouldn’t spoil his fun…maybe when it did became too much for him he’d suggest they get that RV…he’d be able to cope with that.

 

“Planning a little trip.”

 

“God, you made me jump!”

 

“I told you babe, call me Gil.”

 

Nick rolled his eyes but managed to grin too.  “You’re earlier than you said, I was going to throw a salad together, unless you want to go to bed and eat later?”

 

Nick had immediately left his tent inspection and joined Gil on the deck steps, throwing his arms around Gil and hugging him tightly and kissing his mouth with his hot and dry lips and his hot and wet tongue.  This was the greeting Gil had been expecting on the doorstep.

 

Gil breathed in Nick’s scent, a fruity smell from a recent shower and a fruity taste from a recent drink.  He pulled back. “So when’s the trip planned for?”  He hoped it wouldn’t be too soon, but they did have three days off the following week, so logically that was when it would be.

 

“No more trips planned; I’m lending the gear to Henry, he’s going on a little expedition to see if he actually likes camping.  I said he could borrow my stuff and if he likes it…that’s the camping and, or, my stuff, I’d let him have it at a reasonable price.  I was checking it out.  I know you don’t like camping, so I didn’t want to put you through it all again.”

 

This was a turn up for the book…when had he told Nick he didn’t like camping?  “I’ve never said I don’t like camping.”  It was one thing to be not that keen on it, it was an entirely different matter altogether to be told he wasn’t keen on it.

 

“I know you’ve never said, as such, but you moan and groan about your ‘old bones’…and before you say anything that’s what you call ‘em, not me.  So I thought we’d call it a day.”

 

“But you love going camping.”

 

“But you don’t and I’m not going to put you through it just ‘cause I like it.”

 

“Nick.  Nicky, you can’t give up something you love for me…”

 

“…course I can because I love you man, I’d rather be with you, somewhere where you are more comfortable than have you gritting your teeth and pretending you’re happy.”

 

“On Nicky, I didn’t grit my teeth and I didn’t pretend I was happy, I was happy to be with you…more than happy, honestly.”

 

“Maybe you were but you’d be happier with me and your ‘old bones’ if we don’t camp out under canvas.  Anyway, my mind’s made up…I think we should rent RVs instead.”

 

“Oh.  RVs?”

 

“Yeah, we can park up and have a real bed to sleep in and TV and air con…

 

“…a TV, while we’re out in the wilderness bird and bug watching?”

 

“And a bed, and a toilet and a shower, proper cooking facilities.  We had that one a couple years ago and you loved it, you know you did.”

 

“I think it was the novelty of it…like a proper house but driveable.  I don’t want you to give up your tent and I want to go camping with you…I do Nicky.”

 

“Oh; you’re not just saying that?”

 

“No; I’m not.  I know I complain and my old bones aren’t what they were but while I’m still able I want to cuddle up to you in our little tent.”

 

“You do?”

 

“I do.  I love our little tent.”

 

“But…”

 

“…no ‘buts’.  I mean you can still lend the gear to Henry, but I want it back and you should plan one of your little trips for us…I love them…I love you more, naturally, but I love them too.”

 

“Okay.  You’re sure?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Okay. I don’t think Henry will want it anyway, do you…I mean, Henry…camping…”

 

“…in our little purple tent?  No.”

 

 

The End

 

 

 

CSI100Fic Prompt Challenge No 50

 

Spade

 

“Don’t forget the spade”

 

“Already in the back of the truck.”

 

“Calling it a spade is a bit of a travesty to real spades.”

 

“Real spades?”

 

“Yeah, you know, long handled, digging big holes spades!”

 

“Well it is for digging holes…okay, not BIG holes, per se, but, you know…holes.”

 

“Oh, I know; but I think it’s a shovel really.”

 

“It was advertised as a spade.”

 

“Sometimes a spade is not a spade it’s a…”

 

“…shovel.  I know; you crack that joke every time we go camping.”

 

“I do not…”

 

“…do.  You know for someone who’s a world renowned forensic scientist, you’ve got a juvenile attitude about defecating in the wild…”

 

“Defecating?  Now aren’t you being all growed up!  Call a dump a dump, wherever.”

 

“See what I mean?  I wouldn’t mind but I usually have to dig your hole.”

 

“You do not.”

 

“I beg to differ, remember last year up in Brice?”

 

“I had the trots, I had to stay still or…or…”

 

“Oh purleeeeze, just too much information.”

 

“Diarrhoea then…explosive…”

 

“…that’s enough thank you.  Now hand me that bag.”

 

“Have you got the plastic bags?”

 

“With the spade, shovel, whatever.”

 

“Thank God, I don’t like using leaves, that’s just a little too ‘au naturale’ for my liking. What are you chuckling at?”

 

“‘Au naturale’…that’s the new expression for an un-shaved pubic area.”

 

“NOW who’s being juvenile?  You know what I mean, I could use a poisoned leaf by mistake and God knows what could happen.”

 

“Poison ivy on your ass!  And, while we’re at it ‘no’…I wouldn’t plaster your ass with calamine.”

 

“Where did the love and romance go in this relationship?”

 

“Is poison ivy on your ass romantic?”

 

“Probably not.”

 

“There you are then.  Right, we’re ready to go.”

 

“Talking of which, I just need to use the bathroom, save using the spade on the side of the I-15.  Don’t bang your head like that, you’ll damage the truck.”

 

The End