Title: Four Times In Twenty Four Hours
By: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil, Nick and various team members and an OMC
Warnings: Fluff and, I think, v.v.AU. Start of some serious SS bashing.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments – which I may well have ignored! I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N 1: This is Part Four of Eight of an ongoing saga. It follows on from Upping the Ante, BFF and Facing Up. It will help to be familiar with these as they form part of the whole! Please note the rating change.

Neither Gil nor Nick realised until after they'd finished that call that Nick had called Gil, 'babe'. For weeks Nick had referred to Gil as 'babe', when he'd thought about him. Gil was incredulous for all of five seconds, 'babe'.....he could be a 'babe'......especially Nick's. He laughed out loud.

The call hadn't been for anything other than for Gil to hear Nick's voice. And then to arrange breakfast after shift. Gil could tell him about Catherine's visit to his office and especially about her warning about Sara. That wouldn’t be a surprise to Nick who'd been advising Gil for months to exercise caution with Sara. Nick was more astute than Gil had given him credit for.

Near the end of the shift the team started drifting back in. Warrick had been haranguing Nick as to who Nick had called 'babe' on his cell. Nick's, 'that's for me to know and you to find out' had spurred Warrick on; of course, he had no idea at all.

Greg and Catherine came back with a mountain of evidence and more suspects than they wanted or needed for a drug related murder. Catherine was calm and professional, Greg as wired as one of the suspects.

Sara was the last to return and still had 'very bad mood' plastered over her face. She was given a wide berth. She unloaded her evidence and, unusually for her, went to the locker room to get her stuff and leave. Nick was in there, alone.

"What's this shit with you and Grissom then, Nick?" She spat the question out and in half a second Nick had labelled her tone 'obnoxious'.

"I have no shit with Gris, Sara. I’m friends with him."

"What? Why are you? What have you got?"

He very nearly said 'manners'. "I was not aware that I needed some sort of permission, Sara, to be friends with anyone, let alone Gris." He managed a little sarcastic tone to his voice.

"Well it seems to me he's favouring you, you get to see him out of work, why should you and no one else?"

He couldn't resist it. "No one else, Sara?"

"He's going out with the others...and not me?"

"I’ve no idea, I‘m not his keeper." Well he nearly was, he hoped, but he wasn't about to tell her that, now was he.

"He takes you home when you're ill, takes you out to markets, what are you.....dating?" She was screaming now.

Before Nick could answer, 'Well, as matter of fact', (he wouldn't, but he was sorely tempted), the locker room door swung open and he heard Gil.

"Sara, my office, now."

"What - don't want me talking to your 'special friend’?"

"My office." Gil was as angry as Nick had ever seen him and he could 'sense' a hush descend on the lab behind Gil. If they all kept quiet they'd hear what went on in the office and there wasn't a person in the lab who didn't know that, and, of course, wanted to hear.

Gil turned and left, Sara threw down her jacket and followed him out. They went to his office.

"What on earth has got into you, this is a place of work, not a playground. Your behaviour is unacceptable, not just to me personally, but to your co-workers. It will stop now Sara or there will be consequences..."

"Are you threatening me, Dr Grissom?"

"Absolutely not Ms Sidle, I'm promising you. You are a member of my team, and have abilities as a Crime Scene Investigator that mean you could be great, but your personal insults and slights to both me and your colleagues make you appear unprofessional and unfit for the work you do. I‘ll give you one month, that's four weeks from tonight for you to think about your position here at Las Vegas and seriously modify your behaviour towards us all and if there is no improvement then I will recommend that your employment is terminated. Do you understand?"

Sara looked as if she'd been hit; physically assaulted. She stood there neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Do you understand?"

She nodded this time.

"I’ll follow this up with a written notice for you and put a copy on your file."

Sara nodded again and turned to leave his office.

"I haven't finished yet. I know that I’ve never, once, given you any indication that you were anything other than a colleague to me. I’d hoped that we could’ve been friends - that will not be the case. You may go."

Sara stormed out the office and returned to the locker room to retrieve her jacket and purse. Nick was sitting on the bench. "I hope you're satisfied, you're as fucking useless at the job as a pile of crap, so you creep around Grissom to find favour." Sara stuck her finger in his face. "Well I'm on your case now and you'll be sorry, do you hear, sorry. You’re nothing. Worthless; we all know it here - even your beloved Grissom is only trying to let you down gently….you little shit." And she left. Unbeknown to her, Warrick was just around the corner of the locker room and had heard every word.

"Hey man, she's a real piece of work when she's riled!" He said this as he moved to stand by his own locker with his back to Nick, and then heard Nick make an odd sound. "What, man?" He turned to face Nick and was immediately concerned. He could see that Nick was very nearly ready to crack up. He bent down in front of him. "What is it, man? Take no notice of that bitch, she's not worth it."

Nick couldn't look up and was desperate to get out.....away from here. He shook his head and managed to gain some control. "I’m okay.” It was all he could manage to say, but he stood up and left the room.

Warrick had never seen Nick so....distraught.....and was up and following him in a second. Catherine was outside walking towards the locker room. "Follow Nick, now, don't let him leave." He pointed towards the exit to the parking lot. Catherine was instantly alerted by Warrick's demeanour - he was usually Mr Laid Back - so she did as instructed.

Warrick ran to Gil's office, where Gil had already started to write up his notes in respect of Sara. "Gil, there's something really wrong with Nick - you need to come."

Gil was up and moving towards the door, even as Warrick spoke. He followed as Warrick ran back towards the door to the parking lot. In the lot, they both heard Catherine shouting at Nick and Nick shouting back.

"Warrick told me to keep you here and if I have to throw myself under the truck that's what I'll do."

"Fine. You do that because I'm leaving." The two were eyeball to eyeball and Nick had his hands on Catherine’s upper arms. Nick could easily have pushed Catherine aside, or to the ground, in the blink of an eye.

"What on earth has got into the staff on my shift? Nick, leave Catherine alone, let go." Nick did, immediately, and looked instantly contrite.

"Oh man, I'm sorry Catherine, Oh god; I haven't hurt you, have I?"

"No Nicky, Nick, I'm fine but what's got into you?"

"That bitch Sara Sidle." This was Warrick's contribution. "You should have heard her tear Nick a new one, after she came back from your roasting, Gil....she's a vindictive son of a....."

"Right. Thank you Warrick, do me a favour - go back in now and write down exactly what you heard and saw, would you, please?"

"No sweat."

"Catherine, are you okay?" At her smile and nod he continued. "Could you get us a couple of coffees here?"

"Of course." Before leaving she rubbed Nick's arm and smiled at him. He managed a weak smile back.

Nick was leaning against the driver's door of his truck. Gil waited a few moments until they were alone and out of earshot.

"It's not about us, is it?"

Nick shook his head and his tears, held back just a few minutes ago with very great difficulty, started to slide down his face.

"Nick, it's okay, I'll take care of you I promise, I love you, you know that, don't you?"

Nick didn't know anymore, what if Gil really did think he was useless, he had once before, so he could do again. He couldn't nod his head to this - but he didn't shake it either.

"Look; I could go kill the bitch now, but I'd end up on death row and you'd never get the compass and dead or not, she'd have won."

This comment earned a hiccoughed laugh and he wiped at his eyes and face with his sleeve.

"She said I was 'useless' Gil, 'fucking useless'."

"You know, I know, the whole lab knows that you're not.....and you know, even Sara Fucking Sidle knows that you’re not."

Nick was shocked, Gil never used profanities, well not very often, and then only with good reason. Catherine came around the truck then, carrying two mugs steaming with hot coffee. "Well Nick, it seems that Archie heard her too, while he was in the bathroom. I've asked him to write it up, Gil." She gave them their coffees.

"Catherine, I'm really sorry, I wouldn't have run you over, you know."

"Well that's good to know Nick, apology accepted but after hearing what she said....." She smiled at Gil's eyebrows being raised. "I wouldn't have blamed you if you'd wanted to run HER over. Sorry Gil, but come on, she's a piece of work and then some."

"Thanks for the coffee, Catherine." Gil said, dismissing her. After she'd left he said. "Leave your truck here today, I'll take you home and pick you up tonight."

"Will you stay awhile?"

"Thought you'd never ask. But I need to finish up the paperwork for this debacle, while it's still fresh. Do you think you could write up what she said?"

Nick thought about it, he actually didn't want to get anyone into trouble, but man, she was so far out of line - Nick groaned – but he'd still made a complete fool of himself.

"No, you’re not."

He looked at Gil, he hadn't spoken, well he thought he hadn't.

"You just thought you were an idiot, didn't you? I've got you pegged Nicky Stokes, I can read you like a book. A very good book, a bestseller, the best book I've ever read, and hope to re-read again and again.,"

"Wow."

"Wow yourself. Now, come on, Catherine wants to mother you, well I hope that's all she want's to do - she'll have a fight on her hands if she wants to do anything else."

From despair to happiness in the space of minutes, wasn't Gil getting good at this interpersonal stuff, Nick thought, as he followed Gil back into the lab.

Day shift were milling around and most of the graveyard personnel had gone home. Warrick and Archie were (separately) writing up their accounts of Sara's outburst. Nick was in the DNA lab writing his report. Gil finished his initial report, the one he'd already started and then added what had happened afterwards. It was Sunday morning so he waited until it was a reasonable nine o'clock and then called the sheriff at home.

He recounted the incidents and his actions, and Gil didn't ask for her to be suspended, pending dismissal, the sheriff suggested it first. He'd never liked Sara Sidle; she railed against authority, his authority, and was disrespectful to all and sundry as was amply demonstrated by her unprofessional behaviour with people she was supposed to work with. Good riddance, he thought, to bad rubbish.

Gil was actually sad, at her behaviour; he knew she had problems too. But in her mind she was the only person with problems and she expected to be given leeway, all the time, because of them. She was also an excellent investigator, if you took away the live victims, they got in her way. Hell, Gil himself was not the best people person in the world, Nick probably was (but, he was biased), but Sara made him look loquacious.

‘Loquacious’, he thought; that was a good word to end this shift on. He had been intending to say so much to Nicky over breakfast. He still might, he'd have to see how the land lay first, but he was sure what he had to say would make Nick extremely happy; in fact he was absolutely certain.

He picked Nick up from the break room, where he was watching a news report. He seemed fully recovered, but Gil knew that he was a master of disguise. Gil could read him, not perhaps as easily as he'd claimed earlier, but he was learning - fast.

"Do you still want to stop for breakfast?" Gil asked.

"I do. I'm not that hungry to be truthful, but I will not let her, allow her, to disrupt my life. I've had enough, man, I've got to start as I mean to go on, strong and confident, 'don't let the bastards grind you down' is my new motto. Who said that?"

"You did."

"No, isn't it a saying?"

"Possibly, come on." Gil could have hugged Nick there and then, but with the day shift up and running around them, he thought better of it. They went to 'their' diner and ordered a light breakfast.

Neither had seen Sara's truck as she'd pulled out behind them from where she'd been parked on the street by the lab. She was now parked some way away from the diner, but, using her binoculars she still had a good view of Gil's truck, and the doorway of the diner. She knew that Nick's place was only a few minutes away from here and she bet that that was where they would be going next.

Nick adopted his 'therapy approach' over their breakfast, and Gil listened, attentively, as he recounted what had happened and how he'd felt. Gil felt nothing but pride for the man in front of him. He wished he could gather all the shift around and tell them just exactly what Nick had endured in his life and how he was sweet and generous, and beautiful and so......Gil was startled at his own choice of word.

He'd thought that Nick was 'fuckable'. He had never thought of a man in those terms ever before and yet as he sat here with Nick looking at him inquisitively......"Sorry, Nick just a random thought - it distracted me." He was sure he was blushing and, oh god, he was getting hard in his pants....

"You okay, man?"

He smiled at Nick; he wasn't going to tell him just yet, that 'they' had just had a major breakthrough. “I'm okay Nick, and you know what? You are too, you're coping with what's happened tonight; you're coming to terms with your past and you're preparing to face the future with a confidence I bet you didn't know you had."

"You say the right things to me Gil, man, I'm sorry, but I've just got to say that 'I love you'." Nick was...glowing...well almost.

"Don't apologise for loving me, please, Nick. Come on, I'll pay up, let's go."

Nick had a feeling, a good feeling, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that it was important. Gil paid, tipped generously, and they went out to his truck. Gil pressed the key fob to open the doors and Nick stepped up to the passenger door to open it. Gil came up behind him and moved him round to face him. He was, quite definitely, going to kiss Nick there and then - but felt a firm hand in the middle of his chest.

"I am NOT going to share my very first, sweet kiss with Dr Gilbert Grissom in the middle of the day in the middle of a public car lot!" A smiling Nick looked straight in the lust filled eyes of Gil, and Gil pulled back and suddenly seemed to realise that that's exactly where they were.

"Thank god one of us still has some higher brain functionality. Come on, your 'babe' needs to take you home."

"Shall I drive?" It was safe to say, that despite the outward composure Nick was displaying, his insides were doing loop the loops as good as any roller Gil had ridden.

"Yeah." Gil was grinning like a loon.

They jumped into their respective seats and both sat staring forward on the short journey to Nick's condo. Gil kept taking deep breaths and Nick was holding his, releasing it and then taking a deep breath. They were so close and still too far away. They'd waited for so long - surely they could manage five more minutes. Well, they'd have to anyway.....

Nick screeched the truck into his space. They jumped out, and hurried to Nick's door. Nick fumbled with his keys, both men were laughing now, nervous but happy, eventually the door was opened, and they stumbled over the threshold. Nick slammed the door shut and they faced one another, and just stood there looking at each other. Both felt foolish, but this was a momentous moment for both of them and they knew it.

"I love you." Gil whispered the words and after their furious dash to the condo, it was quiet and peaceful.

"I love you, so much."

Gil moved forward and put his hands on Nick's arms (they were virtually the same height) and Nick put his hands on Gil's waist. They were looking into each others eyes, seeing love, kindness, happiness, and a new look that they now shared, lust.

Gil flicked his eyes down to Nick's lips and back up again, he licked his own lips, slowly, and Nick groaned, and breathed deeply a few times. It was like a slow motion film. They moved together, both sets of eyes, looking at the lips of the man in front of them and then their eyes. Their lips just touched. Gently, they nipped at each other's lips, their combined breaths now shuddering. Their eyes still open.

Their tongues started licking at each other's lips and the tips of each other's tongue met. Gil could bear it no longer, he pushed Nick back against the door and opened Nick's very compliant mouth with his tongue and then his tongue was in the hot, wet mouth. Nick or Gil (or maybe both; probably both,) was groaning. Nick's arms went around Gil and pulled him tight so that their bodies were aligned.

They both felt the other's erection at the same time and Gil gasped. He pulled back from Nick and looked at his face; he bucked his hips into Nick's hips, still looking him in the eyes. Gil gasped again and Nick rubbed his hands up and down Gil's back. He was grinding his hips into Gil's now and Gil knew that he was going to come, at any moment, in his pants, like an adolescent, and he didn't give a damn.

He moved in to kiss Nick again but started to shudder and pulled away from the kiss and looked into Nick's eyes as the heat in his groin intensified and the fluid in his balls made it's fiery way up and out, in one, two, three spurts that felt like liquid fire, he grunted at each spurt; he was still shuddering from after-shocks, when Nick joined him in the fray. He grabbed the back of Gil's neck and brought their foreheads together as he ground his hips one last time and his orgasm ripped from him, he cried out, 'Gil' and then 'Babe' as he ejaculated.

For a few moments all they could hear was their ragged breathing and their hearts pounding in their ears. Nick was leaning on the door and Gil was leaning on Nick - it was a precarious arrangement and could have collapsed at any moment, but they held on.

"I really don't know what I thought our first encounter might be like, Nicky, but I sure as hell didn't think it would be up against a door, like a couple of horny kids." Gil whispered this in Nick's nearest available ear.

"Best ever though, babe, best ever."

"I’d have to agree, my love, without a shadow of a doubt."

"Can we move to the couch and sit down before we fall down?"

"You’re so full of good ideas today." They staggered to the couch, arms around each others waist, and flopped down onto the cushions, still entangled.

"Nicky.....?"

"Mmmmm?"

"I hope you don't think I suffer from premature ejaculation, me coming so quickly, I'm sure I have at least a little more stamina...normally." He then had to think about his 'normal', which was with women, and then so rarely......his life had just changed immeasurably.

"'S' matter of fact, I was just thinking, poor ol' Gil suffers from premature ejaculation. You’re a head case, you know that, man?"

"Do I sense that you’re pulling my chain?" Gil looked at the relaxed and beautiful face of the man he could now, legitimately, call 'lover'.

"Mmmmm, could be....was the best ever....." He was very sleepy. ".......you're stayin' to sleep, aren't you?" A little anxiety crept into his voice as he thought maybe Gil would want to leave now.

Gil noticed, of course. "You’re not getting rid of me that easily, my love. I want to sleep with you in my arms." Gil was astounded, he'd never said that before, in his entire life, to anyone and yet he meant it. He smiled at Nick. "Come on sleepyhead; let's get under the blankets, so that I may get my wish."

"Are your pants and shirt washable man?"

This was an interesting segue away from sleeping together. "Errrr, yes."

"Well, I'll put the dark stuff to wash, while we're asleep, after all man, we did come in our pants!" He laughed at Gil's astonished look.

"You know, Nicky, my boy; I'm very impressed at your practicality. It would never have crossed my mind."

"I'm on the ball, man."

They stripped down to their boxers, actually in the laundry area off Nick's kitchen, everything, but the boxers, was dark enough to be washed together and went into the wash; Nick set his machine to wash and dry.

Nick then grabbed Gil's hand and said, 'Shower, then bed?"

Gil was floundering a bit, Nick was taking control; of course they needed to shower, they were covered in their own seminal fluid. He knew, just knew, that they would be showering together too. He let himself be pulled to the bathroom.

Nick lost his boxers and then in a move that startled Gil, whipped Gil's boxers down his legs, for Gil to step out of them. As Nick leant down to complete the manoeuvre, he was face to face, or more accurately, face to genitalia, his face, Gil's genitalia; Gil was looking down at Nick.

"Hey, not bad, Gil, not bad at all." As Nick spoke Gil's flaccid penis twitched and both men laughed.

"He obviously likes a bit of flattery there, Nick."

"I can do flattery man; I'm a southern(ish) gentleman." Directing his speech directly at Gil's, already not so flaccid penis, he said. "Well, who's a good boy then, know how to perform, an' all, because, quite frankly, I have some work for you to do, over the coming, excuse the pun there man, days, weeks, months and years...." He lost the flow of his words as his implication of a long term relationship between the two of them. He looked up in to the laughing face of Gil Grissom.

"He's built to last Nicky, I may be a bit rusty, but I'm sure we'll both get the hang of it pretty quickly."

With that pronouncement, Nick dropped a quick kiss to the head of the then instantly hard penis, grinned and stood up. "Shower."

It wasn't much of a shower because Gil realised that he'd hardly kissed Nick, so took the opportunity to do so. His mouth, his neck, his nipples and then up again, he didn't want to deliberately inflame Nick - of course he didn't - but the water only really served to wash their sticky stomachs and groins, and not much else. When the water started to go cold, they turned off the tap and still kissing, dried off very haphazardly. They were both still damp, well, wet mostly, when they fell onto Nick's bed.

They rolled around each other slowly, exploring. Kissing. Looking. Licking. Touching. Rubbing. Nibbling. Biting. Gil left a mark on Nick's neck, and when Nick realised, he jumped up out of bed to look at it in the mirror.

"There shouldn’t be one day for the rest of my life, Gil, when I don't have a mark on my body from you........promise?" Nick's voice was low and growling and so sexy. Gil didn't think he'd come too soon again but...he might if 'this' Nick continued like this......

"I promise. But, it’s a shame to mark your wonderful skin......"

With that he had Nick pinned under him again and kissed him, his tongue slowly moving around inside Nick's mouth. He felt the smooth palate, the rough tongue, the even teeth and the fillings in his molars and the soft, hot skin inside his cheeks. When he thought he knew that area pretty well he moved to Nick's skin, on his face, his neck, his arms, his chest, his stomach and when he reached Nick's belly button and started licking and chewing around it, Nick started squirming and giggling.

"Ticklish are we? Got ya'." And Gil continued the torturous ministrations, he suddenly stopped and looked at Nick's erection, bobbing and straining and leaking seminal fluid, glistening in the subdued light of the bedroom. Gil had never been so close to a hard-on in his life, he'd never touched another man's penis. Well, that wasn't exactly true, but they'd been dead ones.

He looked at Nick whose expression was one of utter love and delight. "I thought we were tired and going to sleep?"

"Oh, okay then." Calling his bluff, Nick went to pull the covers up.

"Who’s a little tease?"

"Moi?"

"Oui, c'est tu!"

"No more French man, you just exhausted my entire vocabulary."

"Je t'adore, Nicky"

"I think I got that......" Nick reached up and pulled Gil to him for another kiss, he'd sensed that Gil was a little, cautious, maybe, about being so close to an erection. He wasn't bothered, they had, hadn't Gil agreed, the rest of their lives.

Gil, just to confuse Nick, because he could, broke the kiss and then leaned down and took a sizeable amount of said erection into his mouth. Nick gasped and involuntarily bucked his hips up, causing Gil to almost gag, and release Nick.

"Whoops...couldn't help it......never had....ever before......feels...." Nick could hardly speak from the shock and pleasure coursing through his body, but centred on his now aching and desperate erection.

"Never, ever?"

"Never, ever."

"Well I'll have to correct that situation, but bear with me, never done it myself, but I'll go on what I like, shall I?"

"You do that!" Nick laughed

"What's funny?"

"We are, not funny exactly, Gil, but this is fun isn't it? Best I've ever had....although I haven't had that much really......but this is how I imagined it...all relaxed and happy and........you."

"It's the best I've ever had, as well..........and it is fun; I think that's how it should be...but it's never been that way before for me.....not before you."

Nick chose that moment to don his 'shit eating' grin at Gil, who laughed and went down on Nick again. And he did as he promised, all the things he liked and thought Nicky would.

Nick was writhing and doing his level best not to push himself into his Gil's mouth. Gil's tongue was licking every single part of his cock; he was nibbling along the underside and then on the sensitive head - Nick's upper torso left the bed at that - and then he licked it to soothe it (not that it did, of course).

Gil's hands had become involved and he was squeezing the base of his cock and just pulling the tight skin up and down, just there, his other hand had attached itself to Nick's balls and was rolling them around, first one and then the other, he slipped his hand behind Nick’s balls and rubbed a finger up and down the perineum and back a little further to rub against his anus. Nick was on fire, all over his body, but the source of the heat was low down in his belly, he was so hot he thought that flames might burst out of his cock!

Gil's hand felt the testes physically contract under his fingers, as they prepared to fire their tiny missiles - was he turning into some sort of bad poet? Fine time - and Gil had to make a decision, swallow or not. It wasn't much of a decision. Nick was trying to say, Gil thought, that he was going to come, but he, Gil Grissom, appeared to have made the young man incoherent.

He stayed put, his hand and mouth causing friction and suction on Nick’s erection: Nick's body arched up off the bed and he screamed, sort of 'aaaarrrrhhhhh' as he spurted into Gil's mouth, for a nanosecond Gil thought the viscous liquid was red hot, but it was just hot, it tasted bitter and salty, but not unpalatable and Gil swallowed. He swallowed and then licked as Nick's erection abated and softened; he released the poor, twitching, once proud, but now deflated morsel and it fell exhausted on to Nick's belly.

Gil laughed as he looked up at Nick, who seemed to have lapsed into some sort of semi-conscious state.

"You young uns' - got no staying power."

One eye opened and peered, as malevolently as it could in its dazed state. "You wait man, just you wait.”

"I am waiting." As he said that he pushed his revived erection (he had been concentrating, after all) into Nick's hip.

"Oh man. I'm sooo sorry, I've neglected you...."

"Well if this is what neglect feels like, how do you say….bring it on!"

Nick's hand circled Gil's hard cock and all of a sudden the formerly 'loquacious' doctor was rendered speechless, or sort of, as the same 'aaaarrrrhhhhh' was emitted from his mouth as Nick had done a few moments beforehand.

Nick was pushing himself up to take Gil in his mouth, but Gil pushed him down and just looked at Nick, indicating with just that look that the hand was all he needed

Nick could do this, he was an experienced masturbator, and slid his hand up and down, tightly, then loosely, his thumb brushing the head and smearing the natural lubricant he found there, around. Gil had dropped on to his side beside Nick and Nick had turned to face him and was kissing and nipping at Gil's mouth, his spare hand found a nipple and gently massaged and then pinched it and then massaged it again, he couldn't reach the other one.

He then used that hand to fondle Gil's balls, they were a totally different feel to his own, bigger and heavier; he rolled them around and pulled them down away from Gil's body and then he, too, pushed his fingers behind and stroked the skin and anus. All of these things elicited different degrees of gasps form Gil.

He smiled, to himself; he was here, right now, with Gil Grissom in his bed. How fabulous was that? Gil was moaning now and gently rocking his body and was plainly on the last lap.

Nick made a quick decision and pushed a compliant Gil onto his back and then bent over him and held Gil's cock up as his mouth descended on it. Gil's hands went to each side of Nick's head and held it, not tightly, but enough for Gil to feel he was going to remain on terra firma and not be launched into space.

There was more skin for Nick to play around with, as Gil had not been circumcised, Nick found that exciting, he had no idea why, but his own cock was twitching again. He smiled around the cock in his mouth. They could die here, from sex, each act making the other hard again.

Nick had no guidelines at all for oral sex, only what he'd Googled, but hell, he was a quick learner and Gil had just given him a masterclass. And so, just a few minutes later following the same route of tongue and hands, Gil was about to come in Nick's mouth, he tried to warn Nick but Nick’s eyes came up to meet Gil's, his mouth still firmly clamped around Gil's cock.......that sight was the last straw and Gil shouted. "Nicky, Nicky, oh, Nicky…oh God!" And he, too, came in a man's mouth for the first time.

A few minutes passed; Nick had performed the same favour and cleaned up Gil. "I really do have to sleep now Nicky…can't actually move....."

"'K, babe."

"....like being your babe...love yo......" He was asleep.

Nick pulled the blankets up and put his head on his lover's chest. This was the very best day of his entire life (who was Sara Sidle anyway) - the first day of the rest of his life.

As Sara sat in her truck outside Nick's condo, she thought that it was the worst day of her life.

Sara waited and waited but she knew that Gil wasn't going to leave any time soon. She'd held back when she'd seen them leave the diner and she'd seen an 'exchange' between them on the parking lot. They were lovers, she could tell, there was an intimacy about them; their touching, their easy manner and their laughter. She could not hear the laughter, but she was sure she’d never once seen Gil laugh in that manner at the lab. Not once.

Nick had driven Gil's truck, she'd taken a chance and left it a few minutes before following them, almost sure that Nick's condo would be their destination. She was not wrong. As she'd arrived, she saw Nick trying to get his door open and again they were both laughing. Sara knew she didn't have to worry about them seeing her - they could see no one but each other. Why hadn't she seen this at the lab? They were so obvious.

They were suddenly inside and the door was slammed shut behind them. On an impulse, Sara decided to go up to the condo; she had no idea why. She ran up towards the door and slowed as she approached it. She took the last few steps slowly and was right beside the door. She held her hand out to touch the door and nearly pulled it back, as if burnt.

The door was moving, slightly, but rhythmically. Holy Mother of God, the bastards were fucking against the door. She knew it. And then she heard it, muffled grunts, it sounded like, and within moments the door was still. That was it then, they couldn't wait to get their hands on each other and when they did it was over in a matter of minutes.

Sara didn't know how long she stood there but it was quiet, no voices or movement. They'd gone to bed, to sleep together, arms and legs wrapped around each other, without a care in the world. Sara turned away from the door and wanted to scream, the longest and loudest she had ever screamed in her life. She opened her mouth and made a small sound but stuffed almost her entire fist into her mouth to prevent any other sound from escaping.

After some time she walked back to her truck and hauled her weary body into the driver's seat. She sat there for a long time in an almost trance like state. With a sudden movement, she fired up the truck and left. She drove back to her place, not a home, just a place. She didn't see the police car, or anything else for that matter, as she parked up. But, as she made her way to her door, she heard her name called and turned to see a uniformed cop walking towards her.

"I have this letter for you Ms Sidle. I was told I had to deliver it into it into your hands. You okay 'mam?"

Sara gave the young man such a withering look, he shrank back from her. She took the letter without a word and turned away from him. She didn't open it then or when she was inside her place. She wasn't going to put a bet on the contents of the letter but she wasn't finished yet. Nick Stokes would rue the day he stole Gil Grissom from her.

Nick's alarm woke both men and just for millisecond both wondered what was going on, Nick recovered first and snuggled even more closely to the man he was using as a pillow - actually like a body pillow he saw advertised on infomercials. Gil realised moments later and held Nick just a little tighter and kissed the messed up hair of the man pillowed on his chest.

"Morning." Gil said this - he was suddenly incredulous remembering their fabulous love making before he fell asleep. "Hey, did I just fall asleep on you, without a word? I'm sorry."

"Nothin' to be sorry for babe, you said you liked being my babe, and that you did love me, and then you fell asleep."

"Must be true then."

"I think so."

"Got to take a piss, Nicky, really, right now."

Nick moved to let Gil clamber out of bed. "Bladder isn't what it used to be, eh?"

"Now that is uncalled for, and forgive me if I'm wrong, but aren't you ticklish?"

"Nah, not me, wrong Nicky."

"Right, I'll remember that!" Gil called from the bathroom as he began to relieve his overtaxed bladder, he couldn't actually remember the last time he'd peed, but it was certainly way before he'd left the lab.

As he flushed he was joined by Nick who also set about relieving his bladder as Gil washed his hands. "Your bladder's having the same trouble holding out by the looks of it Nick."

"Yeah, power of suggestion - once you'd mentioned it and then hearing you – weird - like yawning."

"Exactly that."

"There's spare stuff in the cupboard underneath the sink, I'll go and put the coffee on."

"Excuse me, aren't you forgetting something?" At Nick's quizzical look, Gil puckered his lips and pointed at them with a forefinger. "A good morning kiss for the old man."

"Ugh, dog breath man, wait until I've brushed." Nick laughed.

"You're just being over sensitive; my dog breath will cancel out yours." With that he captured Nick from behind as he washed his hands and rubbed his face along the side of his neck. His penis and scrotum slapping gently against Nick's ass.

Nick turned in the protective arms and put his wet hands on Gil's face and just gave him a peck on the lips. Gil was having none of that and quickly held the back of Nick's head still while he gave him a thorough kiss. He pulled back and looked at Nick. He smiled at him and said. "Love you."

Nick hugged him and they felt their penises pushed together, both enjoying the sensation and the beginnings of erections. Nick pulled back and looked down between them, as did Gil.

"If we do, we cannot be late for work by falling back to sleep."

"I'll reset the alarm, we've plenty of time for a quickie, you suffer from premature ejaculation after all."

"I'll have to live with that slander for the rest of my life, won't I?"

"If that's with me...then yes."

"There could never be anyone else, I can promise you, unequivocally, that that is the truth, and nothing but the truth. I rest my case."

"You can say, unevi...unquiv.....that word.....just when you've got up....man you're a genius."

"I am, and do you know - I've got me a fine young lover, too, things are on the up, Nicky.”

Nick did insist on them cleaning their teeth first and went to start the coffee as Gil did his, and again Gil thought that Nick was a practical man, covering all the bases - he'd recovered their clothing and hung up Gil's pants and shirt to let the creases drop, and said he'd press them if need be.

They had a gentle session together in bed. Both men decided that they wanted to actually see each other come. After inflaming each other's senses, nearly senseless, Nick was kneeling astride Gil's legs and his eyes were locked on Gil stroking his own erection, they were both fast approaching there climaxes.

Gil's eyes were transfixed on the pale skin of Nick's cock and then he held his breath as Nick's hand ceased its ministrations and the pulsing cock emitted it's load in three large spurts and a number of smaller ones as Nick squeezed and gently pumped his penis to finish off.

Gil once again marvelled as the incredible heat of the fluid as it landed on his stomach, but the last spurt hit his own hand and cock and that thrill made him renew his own furious hand movements. His orgasm overtook him and he breathed out a series of 'oh's' as he covered his hand and stomach with his jets of ejaculate. The last few drops accumulated on the end of his penis and Nick bent down and licked them off.

"God, Nicky, you'll be the death of me....."

"As long as it's with a smile on your face."

Nick flopped down beside Gil, and they lay side by side, holding hands and recovering.

"We've got to decide what to do, or more specifically what to say to people, especially the sheriff and the AD."

"It's no one’s business but ours Gil, but, you know, man - tell them all, we've nothing to be ashamed of and it's probably more sensible to be upfront about it."

"We'll see, we'll see. What's for breakfast, cook?"

Nick's eyebrows gave Gil a show that clearly indicated that he'd better watch it, lover or not, but they quickly relented. "Usual. Coffee, juice, coffee, toast, coffee, eggs, coffee."

"Sounds familiar, shower.......alone Nicky..." Gil said at Nick's smirk, “....and then food?"

"Me first, I've got to cook, it's such a chore." With a dramatic brush of the back of his hand to his forehead he was up and wiggling his ass at Gil as he went to shower.

And a fabulous ass it was too, Gil thought, and it wasn't the first time he'd had that thought. Gil lay there, sticky and as content as he'd felt since.....he couldn't actually ever remember feeling this sort of euphoria before. Perhaps he was gay after all, it was strange to him that he'd just experienced the best sex he'd ever had.......and it'd been with a man. And it felt....well....like the best sex he'd ever had.

He hadn't been uncomfortable at all or had any niggling doubts. It was odd the way life had a way of throwing you a curve ball. He did think that the close friendship that they'd developed had probably paved the way to, and easy transition from, platonic to sexual.

This was completely alien territory for him; he'd have to do some research, what did men do together? They'd certainly made a remarkable start and the most sensible thing would be to take it slow, steady - like they'd done with their friendship - and see what happened. 'Anal Intercourse' flashed in neon lights behind Gil's closed eyelids. He'd NEVER contemplated THAT - ever. But, he'd never contemplated a man before and look what he'd done in the last, he looked at the clock, eight hours. One step at a time. He wondered if he was a 'top' or a 'bottom', then laughed at himself.

Nick shouted that the bathroom was free, but that the water was now stone cold, so there, they should have showered together.

Gil showered, the water was still piping hot, but before he could shave, Nick shouted to him that breakfast was ready. Gil thought that he had never tasted a better breakfast. They sat quietly talking about a case they'd both been working and then about what to do about 'them' as a couple. They made no decision. They did not talk about Sara.

When breakfast was over, Nick told Gil to go shave and he'd clear up.

"Must remember to do this more often; get out of cooking and cleaning up."

"Don't you believe it, I'm just lulling you into a false sense of security."

"Okay." Gil stood behind Nick again and fondled his ass; it was very quickly becoming a favourite part of 'his' Nicky. He bit his neck, another favourite part, and then licked the same spot. "Missing you already." He whispered and he left, but not without a little slap to that ass.

Nick knew that Gil really liked his ass, and for about the millionth time he reminded himself to keep it toned and smooth.....he'd buy some of that body scrub stuff, that'd keep it smooth for his 'lover'. He really liked that word. Lover, lover, lover, Gil Grissom, lover, lover........MY lover!

He finished cleaning and made his way to the bathroom, Gil was just finishing his shave. Nick dropped his old sweatpants and sat on the toilet.

"What are you doing, Nick?" Gil was clearly astounded.

"Errrr...well I was.......going to.....to take a dump?"

"Here, now, in front of me?"

"Errrr...well....yes...but....." Nick started to stand up and pull his sweats back up. "Sorry man, didn't think you'd......mind."

Gil thought for a few moments. "Well, I don't mind exactly...it's just that I've only ever done it in private and have never been with....anyone...when they've...well....done it."

"Right, my bad, no sweat. Did it in the frat house man, eight men, two bathrooms - if we didn't use all the facilities at the same time, we'd have never left the building." Nick was up and redressed now.

"No, Nick, you go ahead, it's a perfectly natural function and we do piss together - don't know whether I'll be able to do it though - it might cause me to become constipated. Hold on, what about the......smell?"

"Oh, Gil, my shit comes out packaged and smelling of roses."

"No, it doesn't, Nicky; I'll leave, if you don't mind!" He'd smelled the worst smells imaginable but was suddenly squeamish at the thought........

In the bedroom, Gil was chuckling to himself, men were most definitely different; he'd bet a lot of money that a woman would be willing to die rather than take a dump in front of a new lover.

He decided his clothes didn't need pressing, he hadn't any underwear but he'd go commando, Nick was far too slender for his clothes to fit Gil. He must also remember, if he had to go to a scene, not to shine the ASL light at himself and expose the seminal stains that would clearly show on his pants. In fact he'd better not wear these pants again for work, after tonight.

They drove in to work together and again failed to notice the truck shadowing them.

At the lab it was, thankfully, a quiet Sunday night, Monday morning, shift. Gil was, once again, able to concentrate on his paperwork. He thought he was the most up to date he'd been in a long time....well.... ever. Catherine and Greg were sifting the evidence from their previous night's murder and Warrick, with whom Gil had paired Nick, were dealing with a B&E, a road accident and then an assault. Not one person had commented, in Gil's hearing anyway, about Sara – or her non-appearance for the shift.

Sara was due to meet with the sheriff at ten, and Gil intended to speak to the sheriff and Ecklie at eight and then take Nicky out for breakfast and then......he sat back in his seat and spent a few moments thinking about their friendship and now their.......'relationship'...was that was it was now?

"A penny for them?" Catherine's voice took him out of Nicky's bed and back into his office,

He cleared his throat, "Work....." That was all he could come up with having been caught red-handed, at least his erection was subsiding (he was sure he'd never had an erection at work before) and was thankfully beneath his desk. He should know better, foolish man, he thought, but then smirked and changed it to 'lucky man'.

"You’ve got to be joking. With that look on your face, there’s no way you can pass that off as work related."

"What do you want, Catherine?" Change the subject and hope for the best, he thought.

Catherine looked at him strangely and turned, he thought, to leave, but instead she closed the door and came and sat down in front of his desk.

"Call me on this if I'm wrong Gil and I know we've had some rocky times recently, but I am your friend. I didn't speak to you at the market because you didn't look as of you could be bothered with anyone else but each other. I couldn't quite put my finger on it then, but yesterday in the car lot, you calmed Nick down instantly and there was a look that you shared that wasn't....just friendly, it was more. You're together aren't you, as...."

"Does it bother you?"

"Of course not, well only that I wasn't in on the secret."

"It's a recent......development.... and if I remember right it was you who told me to take more care of my staff, a long time ago."

"I didn't actually mean that you should sleep with them...or I might have made a play for you myself."

"Catherine, really, please." Gil nearly blushed.

"Okay, maybe not. I had no idea you swung both ways."

"Catherine, please."

"What? Well you do, obviously, don't you?"

"I suppose I do." Gil leaned back in his seat again.

They both sat there for a few moments contemplating their new found knowledge of each other, though Catherine won hands down in the major gossip stakes.

"Gil?" Catherine addressed Gil in a more serious tone, "You won't hurt Nick will you; I have a sense that he is...I don't know exactly....fragile, I guess.

Gil nodded, "That's probably an apt adjective Catherine; this conversation remains absolutely confidential, you know that don't you?"

"I may enjoy a little gossip, Gil, but I do know how to differentiate between the silly stuff and this stuff."

"You are right about Nicky, there are a lot of 'issues' that he's working through and making real headway; his homosexuality being just part of that. I never intended to begin a relationship with him, because I had never thought that I was...gay....or even bi-sexual. But it's happened and in truth Catherine, it may possibly be the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm in this for the long haul, no two ways about it.....and that’s what I was thinking, when you caught me daydreaming. I'm going to have to be more careful at work - I can see."

Catherine just sat there looking at Gil and digesting his little speech. "I'd have paid good money on a bet that you would never utter such words Gil, about a woman, let alone a man. You've got to take this upstairs, you know that don't you, the suits need to know, because if they find out without you telling them, you'll be in real hot water. Damage control, Gil, and I know you're not a political animal, but it’ll pay you to be cautious."

"Nick and I have already spoken about that. A plan I have, might mean that you do Nick's evaluations and deal with any work related issues, what do you think?"

"I'll have to think carefully about that 'cause Nick is a lot of trouble."

Gil looked incredulous.

"That was a joke, Gil."

"Right, got you."

"Anyway, I actually came in to ask if you wanted Chinese, we're going to get take out. Greg's calling Nick and 'Rick to see when they'll be back."

"That’d be good."

As Catherine went to leave she looked back at Gil and said, "We can all thank God it wasn't Sara that caught your fancy then?"

"Go. Now."

He watched her go and then got his cell and dialled Nick.

"Is this getting to be a habit, babe?"

"And if someone else had been using my cell, Nicky?"

"Right, okay, what's wrong." Nick was put in his place.

"I'm sorry that was mean of me, but we do have to be careful; when you get back to the lab, come to see me straight away. Catherine knows, we need to firm up our plans."

"Wow, that was quick, we only....you know....."

"I know, but she watched us at the market; apparently, to the trained eye, we're a bit of an old married couple, Nicky."

"Well 'Rick here has no idea, so it's probably only Catherine."

"We can't take that chance.

"Nope, I know; no probs. I promise."

"See you soon."

"Yeah, love ya, babe." Nick ended the call.

Warrick wasn't in hearing distance then, well he hoped he wasn't, one shock was enough for tonight.

In fact Warrick had heard just the last few snippets of the conversation and wasted no time in beginning his interrogation of Nick.

"You’re in 'lurve' man - it's official, so who is she then, spill?"

Nick realised with relief that Warrick had only heard the tail end of his call to Gil, otherwise the lab connection would have been made and this would be a full blown assault for knowledge.

"I think I told you yesterday, and correct me if I'm wrong here, man, but, Warrick, my friend, 'that is for me to know and you to find out'."

"Aw, come on man, give a dog a bone."

"Poor 'Wick' the only man who doesn't know." As soon as he’d said it Nick knew he'd made a grave error of judgement, and that Warrick would begin a quest for knowledge from...Catherine......uh uh.

"That is a bone, man, who knows? Catherine?" He wasn't a CSI for nothing. "She'll cave under my expert cross examination, no sweat."

Nick thought that Gil would have made sure that Catherine didn't breathe a word of it to anyone. But, if Warrick mentioned it to Greg and Greg mentioned it to....... Gil was going to be furious with him, he knew it, they'd only just....and now with his usual stupidity, Nick had ruined it in one fail swoop.

Warrick must have sensed a change in Nick's demeanour. "You okay there, Nick?" They were packing up to leave for the lab, all evidence collected.

"Fine."

"Look, man, I was only joking you know.....it's just, you know, good news. God knows we could do with some."

"It's not you 'Rick, it's okay."

Warrick was not convinced and was at a loss to imagine exactly what it was that had caused Nick to go from very happy to......pissed, in a matter of moments. He thought that Sara Sidle had a lot to answer for, this all started with her. If he never saw her again it would be too soon.

Neither man spoke at all on their journey back to the lab. When they arrived they did the business with the evidence and then Nick disappeared.

Nick went to see Gil and the moment he walked into the office and closed the door, Gil could see there was a problem.

"What's wrong Nicky? What is it?"

"I've made a mess of everything Gil, just like normal." He was on the verge of tears and was biting down hard on his bottom lip.

"The evidence on the case?"

Nick shook his head, "Us. I’ve given 'Rick an opening and he's going to be on it like a rash."

"Oh Nicky, don't worry, please. Look, you know I can't touch you in the office, but pretend that I’m holding you tight and maybe even squeezing that lovely ass of yours."

Tears ran down Nick's face.

"I'm not squeezing that hard, Nicky."

Nick laughed out loud. He was an idiot; Gil wasn't going to leave him. But, he may get fed up of dealing with his perpetual insecurities. He needed to speak to Ed about this, soon.

"Man, I'm sorry, I've got to deal with things better than I have been, you'll help me won't you? I don't want to be like this, but I seem to take a couple of steps forward and then at least one and half back."

"That's progress Nicky, two steps back wouldn't be, but one and half is good. And I will be with you every step you make. Now we have to come up with a plan and fast. Things have moved more speedily than I’d have wished - that's at work Nicky, not with us, just so you know - but we might as well get it over and done with, what do you think?"

"I think I’m just about the luckiest guy in the world Gil, that's what I think."

"I'm a catch then?" They both laughed.

Fifteen minutes later, they'd formulated the outline of a plan and agreed to 'wing it' the rest of the way. They went to the break room for their Chinese 'lunch'. Greg had just collected it from reception and it was being put out. When all the containers had been distributed, they ate their fill, the atmosphere calm; but Warrick was subdued, he'd thought he’d really upset Nick, although he seemed okay now.

"Greg, any chance of your special?" Gil asked for the coffee, everyone knew he kept it securely hidden, everyone knew where, it was amazing Greg hadn't caught on.

"Do you mean the stuff that you all steal and think is my 'special' or really my 'special'" Greg was onto them.

"We mean the stuff you keep in the DNA lab filed under 'Sequencing Codes'." Nick said innocently and Greg was exasperated.

They all laughed as he fetched the coffee. "That's it, I'm not bringing it in anymore; just enough for me, each shift, and that’ll be that. You're all a bunch of thieves." Greg was indignant and petulant.

"We wouldn't do it man, if you didn't make such a song and dance about hiding it...but it's a challenge and there's a hefty reward for the finder." Nick explained.

"What? I'm missing out on a chance to bet as well? You guys are as bad as the bad guys."

"We like to think we're one step ahead, of the bad guys and.........you." This was Gil.

"Anyway, I have a little information that I want to impart, just to you here, and this is not for public consumption, just yet. There are other people who need to know first. Okay?"

They all nodded, except Nick, and no one noticed he didn't. Catherine, of course, had a very good idea about what was coming and was a little surprised at the speed of it, perhaps she was wrong. She wasn't.

"For some time now I’ve been involved in a relationship with a member of the team and the time has come for us to go public – I’m a private person by nature, as you know, and would have preferred for this information to have remained in my private life, but circumstances prevent that and so, lady and gentlemen I give you my partner....."

Before he said it, Warrick and Greg both thought 'Catherine', although both men couldn't quite see it.

".....Nick Stokes."

Nick blushed to the roots of his hair and took a huge breath and looked at his fellow team members. Catherine was smiling, quite happily. Greg was staring at Gil open mouthed and Warrick slumped back in his seat.

"Guys...." Nick began, "...I never meant to pull the wool, but I've found it, you know, hard, to actually realise that I'm gay an' all. I didn't even know myself until I was in therapy. Gil has been....Gil has been fantastic, holding me together, and this 'thing' just came up and bit us both on the ass."

He finished confidently, he didn't care, he was 'out'; he'd never have to worry about who he was, what was going on in his head, ever again. All of a sudden he saw his life with clarity, he would overcome his family, he didn't need or want their approval any more - he was free. He smiled at Gil and his team mates and it really did light up the room.

"Well that was better hidden than my coffee." Greg was processing the information, but really couldn't see why it wouldn't work.

"I'm a complete dumbass, and I'm sorry for being in your face, Nick." Warrick put his hand across the table towards Nick and they banged their knuckles together. "No sweat bro'......but does this mean that Gil.....err, man, is your 'babe'!?"

"I am, I have to come to terms with it, of course, but I'm not completely averse to it."

"Oh Nick, you look great together and I think it's wonderful, really wonderful." Catherine sounded extremely......soppy.

As she finished, all four men, looked at each other, rolled eyes, sighed and thought, 'Women,’

At eight am, promptly, Gil presented himself at the sheriff's office. Ecklie was already there.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your time, I will be as succinct as I can be."

"That'll be a first for you then, Grissom." This was Ecklie. There was no love lost between the men.

"I'll do my best, but I do like to ensure that I have covered all the necessary evidence. I hope I don't confuse succinctness with cutting corners."

"Come on we're here to agree a course of action not snipe at one another, we're on the same side. I've read your report in respect of Sara Sidle, it would seem to me to be very comprehensive; I've got the lawyers checking it out, but preliminary feedback is that we've got an airtight case. The cop delivered the letter setting out the case and when she comes in at ten I will fire her."

"Not before time, she's had far too many chances." Ecklie again.

"I’ve tried to give her some purpose Conrad, she has a great many personal problems, but is, or could be, an exceptional talent and it’s a sad loss. The chances we’ve given her, the help we've tried to get her to take, only reinforces our position now. We've taken every opportunity to help her, and she hasn't given us any choice in the end, but we've tried and that will only help our case."

"That's exactly what the lawyers said, that we'd given her sufficient leeway, but she still failed to shape up. We're clean on this. Anything you need to add Gil?"

"No, not about Sara, but there is a matter I need to speak to you both about, as a matter of some urgency. I hope you don't mind that I'm using this time for another issue, but it is necessary, I assure you."

"Go ahead." The sheriff settled back in his chair.

"I’m in a relationship with a member of the team." The sheriff abruptly sat forward again, his face clearly showing surprise. Even Ecklie was struck dumb, his mouth dropping open and then snapping shut again, when he realised it was hardly a flattering look on him. But, Gruesome Grissom with a woman and not a blowfly, was a concept too far for him.

"It’s a fairly new relationship but the news of it may actually bring with it some unpleasant....side effects...and I don’t want the lab to suffer by being unprepared."

"She's married then?" Ecklie said what the sheriff had been thinking.

"No. He's not."
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Gil wished he'd brought his camera with him, this was a 'Kodak' moment, and he wished he could share it with Nicky.

"You're queer?" Ecklie recovered first.

"Well, I’ve often been accused of being peculiar. But I’m described, so Catherine informs me, as ‘swinging both ways’."

"Well, I'm too old and too ugly to be surprised often, but this is certainly one for the book. How long has this been going on?" The sheriff's power of speech had returned.

"Well. We’ve been close friends for over a year, but the last few months have seen us growing closer and just recently we...we consummated our relationship. This isn’t a passing fling sheriff; this is something that will...endure. If you feel that this relationship is untenable within LVPD then I may resign, however, I must point out that discrimination laws in Nevada would preclude any other action on your part - unless you could substantiate allegations of favouritism or other irregularities. I’d strongly contest any such allegations, of course, and feel that an investigation would vindicate both of us, completely and absolutely."

"Right then. I think I need to discuss this with....Ecklie, here, and the lawyers. I'll speak to you, when I know what to do."

"Thank you. Sheriff." Gil got up to leave.

"Hold on Grissom. Who? Who is it?"

Gil fell back into his seat, "Nick....Nick Stokes."

"Good Lord. Nick Stokes?'" The sheriff chuckled, "Gil, he's only the most sought after bachelor in the lab, my daughter has been trying to get me to fix her up with him, pull rank on him; you say he's your....boyfriend?"

"That's about it, yes."

"Well, I suppose I must applaud your choice Grissom, but I'd have to question his choice."

"My thought entirely, Conrad, but I’m assured that he does, indeed, love me." That wiped the smirk of Ecklie's face.

"Go now Gil, give us a chance to recover. Who else knows, Catherine, I gather?"

"Catherine, Warrick Brown and Greg Sanders. We told them at break, just few hours ago. Catherine guessed and we thought if she had, others might, although Catherine is particularly astute. So we thought it best to come clean....best to get it out in the open....Nick and I intend to be together, come what may."

Gil left the office and felt much more relieved than he’d imagined he would; it had been more stressful than he'd thought. But, the last twenty fours hours had been the strangest he'd lived through, he was sure.

First Sara and having to deal with her, the first time he'd had to arrange for someone to be fired - but he had tried his best, she just didn't want to be helped.

And then Nick, Nicky. Ecklie had been right, he was extraordinarily lucky to have Nick, but he was certain that he was the right man for Nick, he needed to be cared for, nurtured and he could do that, he knew. A younger partner, he thought, wouldn't cope with Nick's insecurities, like when he got back from the scene with Warrick earlier. He needed support and Gil could give that; he'd been doing it for nigh on two years. The sex was spectacular, and he thought it’d get even better as they learnt about each other's needs and wants.

Gil had wondered down to the lab, in a bit of dreamlike state remembering his time in Nicky's bed. When he arrived back in his office the four remaining team mates were waiting for him.

"They wouldn't go without seeing you Gil, see how it went, if everything's okay." Nick was speaking, in a clearly emotional manner, about his friends. He was genuinely shocked, and moved, that they did care and that they had shown him, and Gil, such solidarity.

"Greg and I have decided that we’ll resign in protest if there’s any discrimination against you two here, Gris. Catherine has Lindsay to think about, but she's still with us - she can be our ‘inside source’." Warrick had made his little speech and Nick and Gil were both speechless, Nick had no idea about this development.

Gil recovered first. "Thank you. Thank you very much, your support means so much to me, and to Nicky, I'm sure. I don't think it'll come to that, but suffice it to say that Nick and I will be under the spotlight for the next...however long. But, it might spill over onto you guys, so just be prepared. But, thank you again. I also want to forewarn you, and once again must ask for confidentiality here, but Sara is due in at ten to see the sheriff and…she’s going to be fired.”

"Wow, I thought she'd be transferred to days or swing, maybe." Nick said this, he didn't know about Sara. Gil hadn’t told him and that fact was noted by the three other CSIs present...that Gil didn't gossip with Nick, out of turn. It was reassuring and another bit of information to store away, on this momentous shift.

"No way would anyone else want her, she's just about upset everyone in the building at some time or other, it isn't as if we didn't try, man. She has no one to blame but herself, although she will see it differently, she's paranoid and could do with a long spell of therapy." That was Warrick's dollar's worth and Catherine nodded in agreement.

"I nearly asked her out when she first came here, you know." All eyes landed on Greg. "I couldn't pluck up the courage though, good thing, eh?"

"So you like dominant, overbearing women then Greg, perhaps we should get you a voucher for Lady Heather's Dominion for your birthday!" Catherine jumped onto Greg's pronouncement with glee.

"Ha. Ha.......I like you too, Catherine......what sort of voucher anyway?" He turned the tables on her.

"The one where you get strung up and your sorry ass whipped type, man." Nick thought this was hugely funny, he'd been on a murder case with Gil at the Dominion and some of the stuff he'd seen made his eyes water, although Gil was fascinated. He suddenly lost his grin and thought about that and looked at Gil. They had all seen the change in him and his sideways look at Gil.

"D’you think I may have the intention to whip your sorry ass, Nicky?" Gil and the others laughed at Nick's horrified expression.

"Errrr...I hope not, man, I really hope not." Nick recovered and rubbed his ass theatrically. "My 'sorry ass' is smartin' just thinking about it."

They all laughed, and Gil shook his head at the recovery time of his staff from what must have been a hell of a shock. Hell, he was shocked, and he'd done it!

Ecklie chose that moment to walk in. "Well you all seem to be in fine spirits." They were immediately silent.

"Stokes. The sheriff wants to see you, now." Nick nodded and left immediately, Gil had warned him that they may want to speak to him. "Grissom, I want to see you now. You others, go home, shift's over."

Ecklie was being normal, his 'normal' being 'unpleasant'. He was inordinately jealous of Grissom's loyal staff and had tried, unsuccessfully, to break them up on a number of occasions. He thought he was onto a winner this time.

"No, we'll wait Conrad; we're going to breakfast together." Catherine sounded as sweet, as Ecklie sounded sour and once again he was annoyed at their loyalty to Gil Grissom. Though, he couldn't, for the life of him, understand why.

"Please yourself, but wait elsewhere."

"We'll be in the break room Gil...we're with you on this, remember." Ecklie knew that that was for his benefit.

"Thank you, Catherine....all of you. I...we appreciate it."

Nick went straight to the sheriff's office, the door was open and Nick knocked on the frame to announce his arrival.

"Nick, come in and take a seat......well, there'll be lot of people, especially women, I suspect, that will be somewhat amazed at this morning's revelation."

Nick smiled amenably and nodded. Gil had told him to 'keep your own council' and don't speak unless you have something to say. Gil was incredible and he was his. Nick smiled a bit more.

"I have spoken with the lawyers about what Gil said about the discrimination aspect and he's quite right of course, but then he usually is..." Nick laughed and nodded again. ".... but what I must establish is that you, as his subordinate, were not coerced into any sort of relationship against your will, or with promise of favours."

"Absolutely not, Sir."

"You seem pretty clear then, not that I wouldn't expect him to do everything by the book."

"Gil, Dr Grissom, has been really supportive. I’ve had a number of personal problems, including the 'gay' aspect of my life and he has helped with my therapy. I must tell you Sheriff, that in truth, I’ve done the chasing here, and I had no idea until very recently that he was prepared to.......well.....have a relationship with me. It’s the best, Sir, the very best. If you need to investigate us both, please rest assured that we will fully co-operate because we know that there has been no impropriety whatsoever. If you decide to fire him, I will go too, although his loss would be great and would affect the whole lab."

"Finished now?"

"Sorry, but I didn't want you to get the wrong idea." He'd done exactly what Gil had told him not too.

"No, I won't now, that's for sure. I'm not homophobic, Nick, and I’ll not be firing you or Gil but there’ll have to be an investigation, so that we can rebut any allegations that may come our way. Conrad will conduct the investigation...", the sheriff couldn't miss Nick's raised eyebrows, "...I know full well there is animosity between the men, but then who better to prove Gil's innocence. If, as you say, there is nothing to be found then it won't be found will it?"

"No Sir, I'll be sure to persuade Gil to see it that way."

The sheriff laughed, "You sound like my wife, Nick, and if that's anything to go by, you have Gil well and truly wrapped around your little finger; I'll deny I said that if you ever repeat it."

"Received and understood, sheriff."

The sheriff laughed again, he liked this young man.

"Have you anything else to add Nick?"

"Not really, except that should you wish, I would be prepared to open up my therapist's file on me, for you to see. The file would corroborate a great deal of the development of our relationship and you would be able to see that we have both taken this seriously and not without considerable thought about the consequences. I would just add, Sheriff, that the problems I've had have not been particularly work related...." Shit, he'd just remembered that the department had been paying for his therapy because Gil had referred him to Philip Kane who'd then re-referred him on to the guy he was seeing now. "....but I was referred originally because of the incident when I was held at gunpoint....Amy Hendler.....at a crime scene. And you know therapists, one thing leads to another, but I have benefited enormously, I must say. But, I wouldn't be comfortable with anyone but you seeing the file."

"Understood, I don't think it will ever come to that but I appreciate your candour on the matter....now, that's it; let me get on with my work."

"Thank you Sir, you've been very understanding."

Nick left feeling very upbeat and confident about Gil's future at the lab, and his own. But he wasn't going to count chickens......

The sheriff was astounded at himself - when did he get all ‘gay friendly’ - it must be the effect of Nick Stokes, good looking as he is, he must have something else going for him to have got himself Grissom, he's one tough cookie and despite what Conrad thinks he can do, he won't stand a chance in hell of pinning anything on him. Two gay men in the lab'll help with their 'Diversity Friendly' targets anyway, save him employing any lesbians, he wasn't keen on them at all, he bet Nick Stokes wasn't even as hairy as they were.

Gil's time with Ecklie was not going half as pleasantly, or even pleasantly at all. Gil was settled at his desk and had checked some drawers and paperwork as he listened to Ecklie.

"Did you really think you could get away with this Grissom? For God's sake he's on your team, you're his supervisor, I've got you bang to rights this time."

"Really, Conrad, you seem to be very sure of yourself, find some evidence first, why don't you, if, of course, your investigative powers are up to it. You've got to get yourself an airtight case, or you'll find that you, personally, and LVPD will be hit with a law suit for discrimination that'll let me put my feet up for the rest of life, thank you very much."

"Do you know what, Grissom, I'll find whatever evidence I need to find, if you get my drift, have no doubt about that, and I'll see you and your young lover 'boy' hung out to dry."

"Conrad, you make one false move against Nick and I can assure you, no, promise you, that you'll be the one hung out. Do I make myself clear, because I know you need time to assimilate information through your Neanderthal skull?"

"You bastard, Grissom, you think you're so high and mighty, but let me tell you, with the evidence that I will recover you'll be covered in mud and believe me, it'll stick."

"Works both ways, I hope you're well prepared to conduct your completely impartial investigation, because the tape I have of this conversation can be exhibit one."

For the second time that morning Gil wished he could photograph Ecklie's face to capture the dumbfounded expression.

"Like I believe that."

Gil put his hand down in to the top, open, drawer of his desk and retrieved the recorder that had indeed been recording their conversation. Gil was prepared; he'd guessed that Ecklie would probably have begged to do the investigation and knowing Ecklie's lackadaisical forensic technique; he was ahead of the game. Gil knew that he, himself, sounded very unprofessional on the tape, but Ecklie had clearly made several threats regarding the collection of evidence.

"You tell me Conrad, is it on, has it recorded? Let's keep you in suspense, shall we, until the evidence is collected and presented. All I want is a fair and just investigation for myself, for Nick and the lab, that's all, and I think that this tape may just be my insurance to keep you on your toes and focussed on the actual truth of the matter and not on the 'truth' according to Ecklie. What do you say?"

Ecklie turned and left, giving Gil the most withering look he could manage. He knew he'd been extremely stupid and felt foolish; he would now have to ensure that everything was indeed above board.....or he'd be the one leaving, not Grissom. Bastard, he'd done it again.

Gil spoke softly into the recorder. '9.43am, Monday June 10th 2003. Conrad Ecklie has left my office without further comment.' Gil turned the recorder off, got up and went straight to the sound and vision lab. The daytime rat was analysing a tape.

"Steve, a favour please?"

"Sure Gil."

"Enter this recorder and tape in evidence right now and record the time and date I'm giving it to you. Use a bag we can both sign and I want to stipulate that the ONLY person who may now retrieve this evidence is the sheriff, himself, no one else, especially not me - could you also make a note of just what I've told you too? Do you understand?"

"Yep, evidence handed to me at 0946 June-10-03. I'll keep it in my personal evidence locker; no one has access but me. I'll type up a note and attach it the bag and make a note in my personal log book - that cover it?" He bagged the recorder and tape, having separated the two himself. He signed the seal and handed his pen to Gil to do the same.

"That's it exactly, thanks Steve, I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, Gil."

There was no one in the lab who was more respected than Gil Grissom, a veritable walking Forensic encyclopaedia and a good man. Steve knew that there was some major shit going on, hadn't heard exactly what it was yet, but it wouldn't be long before the jungle drums would be beating out their tune.

Gil went to the break room where they were all waiting for him. Nick looked at him anxiously, but Gil's look calmed him immediately.

"I just need to tidy up my things and pack up and then we can finally leave for some breakfast - if it's still on that is?"

"You think we're going anywhere without hearing what's been going on, even you can't be that dense Gil; Nick here, won't share his bit, and Ecklie, well, what can I say…the guy’ll be apoplexic.” Catherine was laughing.

"We were actually going to do some work on our old stuff, but with Ecklie knowing we were waiting for you he'd have probably blocked the overtime." Greg was joining in the 'lets get Ecklie' fest.

"So, where are we eating?" Gil tried to diffuse the 'fest'.

"What about the buffet at the Mandalay Bay...that's a good one" Warrick seemed to be a buffet connoisseur - probably with good reason.

"It is, lets get ready, I need a piss.....oh God, sorry Catherine, I didn't mean to be crude." Nick blushed. They all laughed.

"As a matter of fact, so do I, I don't think it counts as being really crude, Nick.” Catherine left the room, followed by Warrick and Greg. Greg tittering like a naughty schoolboy.

Left alone momentarily Gil asked, "Okay?"

"Never better, I love you. It's going to be okay, isn't it?"

"Probably, but don't count your chickens until the fat lady sings...or something...."

They both laughed and went their separate ways to get ready to leave. Not thirty minutes later they were all at the Mandalay Bay getting ready to eat.

When they were all seated Gil spoke, "I know you all want to know what's gone on this morning, but I'm not going to tell you...", Catherine groaned, "...nor is Nicky, there is going to be a full blown investigation by Ecklie and the less you know about what has happened already, the less chance you have to drop yourselves in it. Ecklie.....er....doesn't like me..", they all laughed, "...so he'll be gunning for me and looking for anything to implicate me in respect of favouritism, or coercion, or whatever, with Nicky. So, I think this will be our last buffet until it's all over. And. One last thing, it is not a foregone conclusion, I feel as if I have behaved correctly, but you never know, even the great and good Gilbert Grissom could have missed something." He'd spoken the words seriously and it was a few moments before they realised he was joking...

"But you are 'great and good'."

"You're biased; I have to discount your comments."

"Ugh....can you stop this. This 'gay' thing hasn't sunk in yet."

"Oh, I so have a reply for that 'Rick, but I'm sorry it'll have to wait until....well....Catherine's not here."

"How come I'm suddenly a 'shrinking violet' guys, I think you should share....spoilsports."

"No, he shouldn't." Gil sounded quite stern, but he was smirking with the best of them, since he had a good idea what Nick's response was going to be. "Let's discuss international politics shall we?"

"That's a good idea." Catherine's voice was dripping......

Not one of them imagined what was going on back at the lab as they sat breakfasting.

‘Good grief, she's mad!’ That was the sheriff's astute (but obvious) assessment of the woman in front of him. Sara wasn't shouting or screaming, in fact she was very calm, but had a look about her that caused the sheriff to make that observation to himself. The eyes, the demeanour, how had she managed to stay as long as she had at the lab? He was fairly certain that he knew what had tipped her over the edge though; her discovery, fairly recent, if he wasn't mistaken, that Gil Grissom was 'fucking around with a man', Nick Stokes, to be exact.

"Ms Sidle, we have an equal opportunity set-up here." He said, in a voice that sounded as if he'd known for years and been adhering to those practises for easily as long as the legislation had demanded that he do so; he was a politician, after all.

"Of course Dr Grissom reported his relationship with Mr Stokes to us at the appropriate time." He wasn't about to say about 'two hours ago' actually, but thank God he had, I bet even Gil Grissom didn't see this coming.

"You mean everyone knew? Everyone knew, but I didn't? Why? Why didn't I know?"

Her voice was rising now with a hint of hysteria, if he wasn't mistaken. "I wouldn't go so far to say it was in the public domain, Ms Sidle, but certainly there were members of the shift that were aware. But this is a private matter."

"What about them working together? They were probably fucking on the job."

"Ms Sidle, please, I won't tolerate such language. As a matter of fact, there is an ongoing investigation about their work. Dr Grissom himself suggested it, to prove that there was, and is, no impropriety in respect of their work. Should you have any evidence to the contrary, of course, we'd interested to hear. But, it seems to me that you were unaware of this relationship until very recently." Me too lady, but I'm protecting my position, and my staff, here, and you're on a one way ticket to nowhere. With the evidence we have about you and your behaviour, any evidence you may or may not have would amount to bag of shit.

"So, sheriff, lets get this right, you know that a supervisor has been fucking a much younger man, against his will, I might add, and you're going to do sweet fuck all about it?

"Ms Sidle I've warned you once about your language and now I must say that your implications are, frankly, disgusting. Let me tell you, that I have spoken to Mr Stokes and your slanderous remark is as far from the truth as you can get. While it may not be to my personal liking, I can tell when a couple are a couple, and Ms Sidle, let me assure you, they are a couple."

Ha, ha, speechless at last. "This brings me back to your reason for being here, Ms Sidle, which is to terminate your employment with LVPD, due to your continued unreasonable behaviour towards your colleagues. Funnily enough, it would seem your very last act, was a personal and unwarranted attack on Nick Stokes, threatening him. This was overheard by at least two other co-workers and is the culmination of a number of complaints made against you over the last three years. Your pay and benefits will stop from midday today. Should you require a reference, then I must tell you that this behaviour will be catalogued for the information of a future employer. Your badge and gun must be handed in now and your truck should be left here with all other items that are the property of the department. Do you understand?"

She made no response, she’d hardly heard a word he'd said, she was fired. That's all she really knew and Nick Stokes had betrayed her friendship, the kindnesses she'd shown him, the help she'd given him and he'd stolen her man. The only man she'd ever loved, the man who really loved her and wanted to be with her, not Nick, her.

She was brought out of her reverie by the sheriff asking her to sign something. She did. The sheriff stood up and nodded to his secretary who was at the back of the room making notes. The secretary left the room and came back almost immediately with Ecklie.

"Mr Ecklie will escort you from the building after you've relinquished the items I mentioned. Good day Ms Sidle." He didn't bother holding out his hand, he didn't think she'd take it.

"Ms Sidle, come with me."

That was Ecklie's voice - she recognised it. Sara hated Ecklie because he hated Gil, her man, her lover. But she followed him down to the locker room, and gave him her key when he held out his hand for it. He took her gun and her CSI vest. He asked for, and was given her badge and the keys to her truck. She walked with him to the truck and he opened it and took out some personal items and handed them to her.

"Have you any other departmental items that you should return?"

She shook her head, and Ecklie pointed to the gates of the car lot.

"You should leave." So she did.

The breakfast went well, when Catherine had calmed down at not being able to get the very latest details. She'd call Jim when she got in, or maybe later when he's had a chance to sleep, and see what he knew. He had his ear to the ground.

They'd eventually eaten their fill and were tired, so said their farewells and went their separate ways. Nick had been reunited with his truck, he'd missed it - it was a 'man' thing. In the lot, Gil and Nick decided that Gil would go home and Nick would go to his condo, pack an overnight bag and then go to Gil’s, to sleep.....or......

The plan went well and the two men were alone, together, in Gil's townhouse, in eighty minutes. Their kisses, behind the closed door, were in turn, demanding and then sweet, arousing and then playful. Gil could not believe how much he'd missed Nick since the previous evening; the feeling of him, in his arms, the kisses were more erotic than he'd ever given, or received, from a woman.

Their erections were pressing against each others. Nick was just slightly moving his hips to put pressure on both of them. Gil responded by holding him tighter, by pressing his tongue in deeper. He suddenly stopped and looked at the face of the man in front of him.

"I have two questions, 'young' Mr Stokes." Nick grinned. "One, when did I get to be gay, and, two, why aren't we in bed?"

"Well 'old' Dr Grissom, the answer to 'one' is that I am completely irresistible and you had no choice in the matter, and 'secondly', I have no idea, but you pinned me down here to get your tongue down my throat - and if you refer back to 'one' that's because I'm....."

"Irresistible. Got it!"

"You're a quick learn man. You should be a forensic scientist, you know."

"Now that's an interesting career concept; I'll give it some thought; what do you think?"

"You could give it a try, no harm in that."

"What if I become a sex scientist and learn all about sex instead?"

"Oh man, better still."

While exchanging this banter Gil had led Nick to his bedroom and now, with his hands busy elsewhere, he kicked the door open and they both fell into the room. Neither man felt the least bit tired, as yet.

They fell on the bed fully clothed but then gradually undressed each other. They didn't linger with their shoes and socks for long, but their feet weren't too bad, although Gil did say he would leave the toe sucking until after they'd showered. Nick wholeheartedly concurred, but then became pensive.

"What is it Nicky?"

"I haven't done any of these things, or had them done to me, I've been missing out haven't I?"

"It seems you have Nicky, but do you know what? I rather like it that I will be the one, the first one, that does these things to you, it's like, and don't laugh, but it's like you’re a virgin, my virgin." Gil's blue eyes were twinkling with merriment and love.

"I'll try not to laugh, babe, but you know my belly button...well my feet are worse, they might be too ticklish."

"Believe me Nicky, when I say you won't notice, I promise. I want to promise you so much, you deserve the best"

"Oh, I know that...."

"You do?"

"Yeah and I've already got the best...you, babe, I got you....isn't there a song about that?"

"Is there?"

"An old one...I'll google it."

"I've been meaning to say about 'babe'; you know how you call me 'babe'....."

"Don't you like it, I can stop?"

"Stop interrupting.....I love it and I want nothing better than to be your 'babe', but I want a name for you, something between us...like 'babe', that I can call you."

"You call me Nicky, I like that, but only from you."

"But it's still your name. I want a special......" Gil stopped to kiss, and suck and nibble another bit of Nicky, inside his elbow, and Nick wriggled, but only succeeded in getting closer to Gil - his intention.

"What about....'Pig in the City'?"

"What on earth...?"

"You know 'Babe' and then the sequel, 'Babe, Pig in the City'? You don't know do you?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"Well this film called 'Babe', was about a pig, well piglet really....then there was a sequel."

"Right, I think I'm there, you've named me after a pig."

"Yeah....I have."

They couldn't do much more in the way of sex for a few minutes as they both laughed until their side were aching. After they'd calmed down, Gil lay over Nick and kissed and held him and murmured his love into the perfect ears of his love. They were getting down and dirty again and Gil held their erections together and pumped them up and down. This was another new sensation and they both liked it...a lot...Nicky was gasping and tying to talk.

"I'll come....very...if........god. Oh. Geez.....I......" he really couldn't form anything coherent and he thought, but he could have been mistaken, that Gil wasn't going to stop until they came. It was the heat that was so wonderful for Nick.....he'd been doing it to himself for years, but couldn't generate the heat that was between them, their bodies, Gil's hand, their hips rocking in time to the strokes Gil was making on their red hot cocks.

Nick felt his balls make that wonderful contraction and managed to gasp, "Don't stop.....aarrgghhh.", or something approximating that. Gil pulled his head back to look into Nick's eyes and the lust in his eyes was almost overpowering. And then Nick was coming over Gil's hand, over both their cocks and their stomachs.

The feel of Nick's orgasm was vibrating in Gil's cock and he too, started to come. It felt as if it was being dragged up from his feet and he would swear that his feet curled up as his own fluids spurted out to join Nick's. Gil collapsed onto Nick, gasping for air and putting his forehead against Nick's and then after a few moments a kiss to his lips and fell off to the side their hands joining automatically.

"'S pity....sex.....messy....it?" Was all Nick could manage, but Gil got the drift

"Two men."

"Mmmmm."

"Do you know Nicky, that I've come four times, in about twenty four hours? I'm pretty sure that that is about as many times as I've come since...Christmas."

"No!"

"Well it may be a bit of an exaggeration......but not much, in all honesty. How often did you masturbate....mind you, you did have your wet dreams to keep you company didn't you?"

"Nearly every time we went out, I'd have either a wet dream or end up waking up sooo hard I'd just have to finish it off, my favourite dream was you on your knees in front of me."

"Then I'll have to try that, can't have ‘dream Gil’ bettering the real Gil."

"Nothing's better than the real Gil, believe me...babe..."

"Sonny and Cher."

"Duh?"

"'I got you, babe.'"

"Right, way to go off at a tangent."

"Now let’s think of something I can call you.....

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