Title: 2010-2020: 2011
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Series: 1) 2010-2020: 2010
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes, and a few other familiar and unfamiliar faces along the way!
Warnings: AU and fluff!
Spoilers: Vague mention of the S.11 finale.
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine
A/N 1: An occasional series about ten years in their lives.

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Nick didn't see Gil again during his trip but for many months following that fateful taxi journey the sound of Gil's voice and the feel of his fingernails scratching his palm haunted Nick.  He would think he'd hear Gil and look around for him and he would inspect his palm when he felt the touch...but Gil wasn't there.

If Billy noticed, he didn't say, and their life continued in the same way as it always had.  Quietly and without drama.  It was okay.  That's what Nick thought and then he thought that maybe he should be a little more expectant.  Okay was just that; it wasn't great or fantastic or exciting, it was...okay.

But Nick wasn't confrontational and neither was Billy.  Their working lives gave them more than enough drama to satisfy their needs so maybe, Nick thought, okay was really more than okay; it was good.  So that's what he convinced himself was the state of his relationship with Billy.   And he was happy.  He was sure he was happy.  Yeah...he was happy.  Yeah...mostly.

Work was a nightmare at times.  Ray had become obsessive about Nate Haskell and both Catherine and Nick spent time trying to keep Ray focussed on all of the work and not just the serial killer.  That in itself was hard work and shouldn't have been; Catherine was increasingly impatient with Ray and merely foisted him off on Nick.  Nick was okay with it...but at the back of his mind there was this niggling doubt that Ray would lead himself and whomever he was with, and that was increasingly likely to be Nick, into some serious shit.  And yet Nick walked towards it with his eyes wide open.  He was reminded of the story of the Pied Piper and here he was...the willing rat being led to his doom.

When the end of the line came for Ray, Nick was just glad he didn't go down with him...and that no one else did; that was fucking lucky for all of them...especially Jim Brass.

And one morning on a bright autumnal day, when the weather was just leaving the summery heat behind, Gil Grissom walked through his door once again.

"Nick."

"Hey, man.  Good to see you."  He stood and extended his hand towards Gil and the memory of the night in the taxi came flooding back.

They shook hands and Gil held on tightly for a little longer than was necessary, or normal...or polite, or reasonable; the blue eyes bore into Nick's brown eyes and he felt his body on fire...like Grissom had turned his viscera to molten lava and his dick into solid granite.

"I have missed you, Nick."

"Yeah.  Yeah.  I know.  Me too."

No preamble about the weather, or looking good, or looking tired, or his reason for being in Las Vegas, or what have you been doing with yourself.  It was as if they had a silent communication.

"I had to come back.  An appeal.  But I would have come back anyway.  I have a room at the New York.  Will you visit me?"

There was no second thought, no reasoning about being with Billy.  "Yes."

"What time do you finish?"

"About three this afternoon."

"I'll wait in the main lobby.  I don't have to go to court until tomorrow."

"If I get busy..."

"Text me; here, this is my cell number."  He scrolled down and then wrote a message and pressed send.  Seconds later Nick's cell buzzed.

"You had my number?"

"I always had your number but it's taken until now...to press send."

Gil smiled and turned and left and Nick stood still for a few moments and then remembered that Gil had written a text message to him.  He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the message.

‘I want you.'

Nick swayed on his feet and his erection throbbed in his pants.  He glanced down.  Holy shit. There for the entire world to see was the unmistakeable bulge in his jeans.  Harder.  Hotter.  Than he'd been for years.  He was suddenly flustered.  He could not walk around the lab sporting the bulge for all to see.  His lab coat was hanging in the corner so he reached for that and put it on...it would solve the immediate problem of being seen but he'd have to go and...see to it...like a fucking pubescent kid in the school toilet.  But it was one of those times when he knew that the only solution would be an ejaculation.

He fastened his lab coat and went directly to the men's room and into a cubicle.  He sighed when he got in there.  No one had seen him and he was home free.  He moved his lab coat aside, unzipped and pulled out his dick.  The head was glistening and the shaft was hard and silky smooth.  He pulled some toilet paper off the roll and folded it and held it in his left hand.  He would need to ensure that his jeans didn't get jizzed up.  He chuckled to himself at how easily he remembered what to do from when he was a schoolboy.

He was in the last cubicle and leaned against the wall; he closed his eyes as he ran his hand over his hard-on and then started pumping; fast and tight.  He wasn't here for any fancy footwork...he needed a quick release.  He could feel Grissom scratching on his palm, he could feel Grissom's handshake.  He could hear his voice and see his eyes and could see the text...I want you.  I want you...

He was coming in record time...he'd hardly been pumping for a minute and he could feel the rush of electricity up his spine and his balls squeezing as the boiling heat sped up his dick and he was coming in huge spurts which he barely managed to contain in his wodge of toilet paper.  As he gasped and his ass contracted and the heat gradually subsided someone came into the rest room; he tried to breath quietly but it was hard going when he needed more oxygen than he could get just taking normal breaths.

Some guy was pissing and then washing his hands and messing around but finally left and Nick took in a huge breath and let it out slowly as stars appeared before his eyes.  He threw his paper away and used a little more to blot around his dick.  He was careful, he was tender.  At least the edge was off, for now...

He couldn't get away at three and by the time he made it to the lobby it was four thirty but the moment he walked through the doors of the resort hotel he saw Grissom.   Grissom nodded towards the elevators and they walked across to the security guy from different angles and converged by his desk.  Grissom showed his key card and put his hand in the small of Nick's back to show that they were together.  An innocent action but the touch amounted to the same problem for Nick.  His erection was bulging once more but he had his jacket on and with his hand in his pockets he could provide some camouflage.

They rode the elevator in silence sharing it with several other people.  Grissom got out on the sixteen floor and Nick followed him.

He was about half-way along the corridor and he slipped his card into the slot and the door opened.  Grissom indicated that Nick should enter so he swept past him and into the room.  A standard hotel room.  Clean, tidy, nondescript.  Nick stopped in the middle of the room and heard the door close behind him.  Grissom came up behind him and gently laid his hands on Nick's shoulders and massaged around the tense muscles.  Their bodies weren't touching but Nick could feel the presence of Grissom's solid body behind him.

"I've wanted you from the moment I set eyes on you all those years ago."

"Then why..."

"...because I was your mentor and then your boss."

"I didn't even know you were gay."

"I didn't parade it around, still don't.  Certain people know.  I knew you were, immediately.  If I had made a move would you..." Grissom left the question in mid-air.

Nick thought for a moment but he knew the answer to it anyway having thought about little else for the past months.

"No."

"Really?"  Grissom was surprised.

"I was scared of you."

The fingers stopped their kneading and Nick let himself be turned around to face the man.

"Scared?"  Grissom looked quite shocked.  "Why?"

Nick shrugged.  "Because you knew everything about everything and anything and I knew squat.  And then there was...silk, silk, silk."

Grissom laughed out loud.  "I was an asshole.  I'm sorry I scared you.  You're not scared now are you?"

Nick shook his head and worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he stared at Grissom's mouth, the remnants of the laugh still lingering.  He didn't speak and answer the question but leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and kissed Gil Grissom.

It was all he'd imagined since the taxi and more.  The heat, the wet, the invasive tongue; it was never an option that Grissom wouldn't know how to kiss; after all...he knew everything.

Their bodies were perfectly aligned; they were about the same height although Grissom was far more substantial and the arms holding Nick were strong and insistent as they held him tight.

Both men were gently bucking their hips into the other's body their hard-ons quite apparent.  As they kissed Grissom pulled away a little without breaking contact and slipped his hand over Nick's erection through his pants, firmly feeling the length and pressing hard with his fingers.  He pulled away from the kiss and they were both panting.  Grissom dropped to his knees in front of Nick.

"Here."  He whispered in that voice from the taxi and Nick's erection jerked as much as it could in the confines of his tight jeans.  As he unzipped Nick he continued.  "Let me take the edge off for you."

Nick laughed.  "I already did that earlier."

Gil laughed again and looked up.  "Oh, to be young again."

Nick couldn't reply because Gil had captured his leaking cock in his mouth and Nick couldn't think of a thing to say.  But he swallowed almost convulsively, in time with Grissom swallowing his disappearing cock.

Moments after he'd come down Grissom's throat, Grissom released his still hard cock to gasp for his breath.  Nick staggered back a couple of steps, not entirely sure that his legs would hold him upright.  He could not remember the last time he'd come so hard with so much pleasure.  The mouth had just verified what Nick had said; Gil Grissom knew everything...and that now included a master class on deep-throating.

"You taste good, Nick."  Grissom's breathing was coming back to normal and he had slid backward onto his ass.  "I hope I can hold on...I think I can...all things come..."   He accentuated the word as he smiled and kneaded his own hard-on through his pants.  "...to those who wait." 

"We've waited long enough.  I'm going to take a shower.  Are you going to fuck me?"

Grissom's eyes opened wide and he frowned.  "I'm going to make love to you...and I had hoped you might do the same for me."

Nick's whole demeanour softened.  Make love.  It had been a long time since he'd heard those words.  And just maybe he'd proved to himself that he wasn't okay with Billy.

 

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The men showered together and Nick felt lighter and happier somehow.  Even knowing he was cheating; even knowing he should be someplace else he was happy to be here with Grissom.  More than happy.  That's exactly what it was...he was happy.  This lightness he felt was happiness and he'd forgotten all about it.

Grissom.  "What should I call you?"  His voice was louder than normal to be heard above the spray of their shower.

"What do you mean?  Gil.  My name's Gil."

"I've always called you Grissom or Gris.  Never Gil."

"You could start now.  I've swallowed you whole...it would be a good time to become more familiar."

"Okay.  Gil.  Gil."  He tried it for size and if felt okay but he thought he'd probably end up calling him Gris or Grissom...he still thought of him as Grissom....swallowing or not.

Grissom, Gil, was washing his back and ass and let his fingers rub and feel around his hole and his dick...ever responsive...jerked.

"I see you're going to be good to go for a third time."  Gil said.

"I think so...at least."  Nick turned around and kissed Gil with the hot water trying to get between their lips and failing.  Nick thought how nice it was to have limitless hot water...and as he thought it, it stopped.

Gil pulled away. "We're about as clean as we're going to get."

"Yeah."  Nick opened the shower door and grabbed the towels; he gave one to Gil and the stepped out and started drying himself and watching Gil doing the same getting his first good look at his cock.  Darker, without a doubt, maybe thicker...about the same length.  Cut, like he was.  He was enjoying the view; it was Gil Grissom's cock for God's sake!

"If ever we took a piss together I would try to get a surreptitious glimpse of your cock...see what the goods were like.  Never managed to...not once."

"Man!  That a big no-no...eyeing a guy up at the urinals."

"And you've never done it?"

"Hell, no.  Not more than half a dozen times and only if I really liked the guy."  They both laughed.

"Come on.  I have supplies.  I bought a fresh stash...in the hope that you would come.  That sounds as if I do this a lot.  I don't, Nick.  Really, I don't.  Especially this last year when all I could think about was the feel of your hand beneath mine and your whisper to me in that cab...'yes.'  I've done a lot of masturbating to that image."

Nick shook his head in disbelief that Grissom, Gil, would have exactly the same images imprinted on his brain that he had.  "I know.   I don't know how I managed to turn you down."  He whispered back to Gil.

Gil laughed out loud.  "Nor me.  I was fucking devastated."

Nick was shocked, momentarily, and then he, too, started laughing and threw his towel at Gil as he turned and sauntered out of the bathroom making sure he showed his ass off as well as he possibly could.  Gil wasted no time at all following Nick; he was still towelling his hair as he got to the bedside. Nick had thrown the bedclothes to the bottom of the bed and was sitting propped up on several pillows.

Gil threw his towel to the floor and climbed onto the bed kneeling beside Nick.  He picked up Nick's hand nearest to him and inspected it...the short clipped nails and the smooth skin.  Nick took care of his hands.  Gil brought the hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it and then turned the palm towards him and licked it before he lifted his head and looked at Nick.  Nick could see that the blue eyes shone almost black in the half light of the room.  There were no lights on and the drapes were open but the windows were heavily tinted and filtered out the glare of the afternoon sun.

While looking at Nick, Gil took Nick's hand and sucked his forefinger into his mouth right to the knuckle and then slowly released it and then he did the same to the next and the next until Nick's pinkie was sucked in but as Gil pulled back he gently grazed the finger with his teeth.  The effect was plain to see; Nick's erection had hardly softened since Gil's fellatio but it was now rock solid and leaking profusely.  Nick took some deep breaths...he hadn't been this hard for years...then he thought some more and wondered if he'd ever been this hard before.    He didn't think so.

"May I make love to you, first?"  Gil whispered.

"I'd like that."

"You have no idea how much I'm going to love doing it...Nick, this is special.  I've waited a long time for you and I never wanted anyone quite so much as I want you.  It's a dream come true.  At the top of my wish list...always."

Now Nick knew his brain function was slower than normal due to the blood being re-directed but the manner...the sincerity of Gil's words hit home.  He couldn't quite understand how Gil Grissom could have wanted him for so long and yet he had no idea about it.  None whatsoever.  

Gil prepared Nick; kissing him, licking him and finally using his fingers to open and lubricate his ass.  Nick felt relaxed and yet at the same time wound up so tightly he feared he would suddenly burst.  He knew that he was being loved.  Without a shadow of a doubt this man on his knees beside him was not fucking him for gratification, he was making love to him to give him the most pleasure he possibly could.  He smiled at Gil's studious face; as intent as if he was studying the most interesting case, or bug.

Gil saw him and asked, without words, why he was smiling.

"You love me."

"Oh, yes."  And he smiled back and Nick thought for a moment or two and then nodded.

"I understand now, everything."

"I knew you would."

Gil went back to his task and when Nick's groans at the persistent massage of his gland became an almost continuous whine, Gil relented and rolled on a condom and lubricated it thoroughly. Gil knelt between Nick's legs and pushed a pillow beneath his backside and held Nick's legs apart.  Nick took over holding them and Gil pushed gently and insistently until he was fully sheathed in Nick and Nick wrapped his legs around Gil's back.  Sweat was dripping from his face and head and he was still for a few moments as he let Nick adjust to the sensation but Nick started his own bucking motion up into Gil and Gil had no alternative but to start rocking backwards and forwards and then gradually pull out and push in...gently and smoothly but very quickly he lost the ability to control himself and was pumping hard and fast...

...Nick met every thrust and was moaning as Gil caught the gland over and over and as Gil wildly lost his rhythm as he started to come, Nick joined him...without Gil or himself touching his hard hard-on he was spurting and coming over Gil's and his bellies. His innards on fire and his spine boneless as the pleasure overtook him.  He dropped his legs, unable to use the muscles to keep them around Gil.  Gil fell forward and kissed him but not very successfully...they were both sweating so much that their mouths slipped apart.  Gil pulled back and out of Nick.  He caught the condom and held it in place while he lay and got his breath and then roiled off the bed and staggered into the bathroom.

He returned a minute or so later with a damp wash cloth and wiped at Nick's face, tenderly and sweetly.  Nick moved his face into the cold cloth and opened his eyes and smiled at Gil.

Gil's blue eyes looked alive and alert.  "You okay, Nick?"

"More than."

Gil threw the cloth down and slipped back into bed beside Nick.  He put his arm beneath Nick's head and across his shoulders and pulled Nick to him in an embrace.

"I'm pleased that you understand."  Gil whispered.

"Yeah.  After all these years it suddenly became clear; but I never saw it, not once, at the time."

"My greatest fear was showing you my love...any favouritism.  When I recommended you...do you remember all those years ago...for lead CSI?"  Nick nodded.  "It was then that I realised just how good you'd become.  I know I pushed you hard but I was so proud, on that day, that you'd got there without me taking you by the hand and leading you."

"When did you know you loved me?"

"Remember Amy Hendler?"

"Could I forget?"

"I'm sure you couldn't but I could have killed her...when I realised later that night that I was quite prepared to shoot her dead...for you...I knew."

"And you waited all these years."

"When Catherine told me about Billy.  I cursed my own stupidity but that's when I decided to leave.  It took me years, of course, I don't do anything quickly.  I suppose I hoped you would tire of you new lover...but when you didn't I knew I should go.  I tried to put you out of my mind and had a few adventures...for want of a better word..."

"Jerry?"

"Jerry.  And Don, and Kevin.  All short lived and then I had to come back for that court case and I saw you and it was just as if I'd never been away.  I knew then, when I was standing looking at you that I would take a chance.  I needed all that drink to do it and you said..."

"...yes and no."

"But it gave me hope, Nick.  Because you said ‘yes'.  I thought I had a chance.  Slim, maybe, but still, here you are."

"Yeah.  Still with Billy."

"You need to decide, Nick.  I'm not giving you any ultimatum; I will give you time, I promise, for you to make a decision.  The best decision for you.  I'm going away again as soon as this appeal is over. I'm going to do something very different...I've had this plan at the back of my mind for a couple of years.  I'll send you my address when I get there and if you make a decision in my favour I will be waiting...not forever, that would be ridiculous, but I'll wait."

"Okay."

End of 2011  

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Next story in series - 2010-2020: 2012.