Title: CSI100Fics Prompt Challenge – No. 49
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 618
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: V.fluffy and AU.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: podga did the honours although I may well have ignored all her advice!. So the mistakes are still all mine!

Club


Gil was home much earlier than he’d expected; he was supposed to have been in court giving evidence but there was a last minute adjournment, so here he was about to surprise Nick.

 

He opened their front door and was immediately perplexed.  One of his CD’s was playing, loudly, and as he stepped into the living room he could hear Nick singing along.

 

He laughed to himself and shook his head; this wasn’t singing it was some kind of falsetto screeching coming from the kitchen.  But, as he stood and listened Gil was quite impressed; Nick was obviously familiar with the music and knew some of the libretto.

 

Despite Nick’s refusal to admit that he liked any classical music, he was obviously not quite as vanilla, Gil chuckled at his own use of Nick’s favourite ‘word of the moment’, as he would have Gil believe.

 

Gil sauntered across the living room to the kitchen and leaned on the door jamb watching and listening to his partner murdering Verdi’s ‘Sempra Libera’ from La Traviata.  Nick was unaware of his presence and continued to sing along as he cleaned out the cool box.

 

Gil was, once again, struck at how wonderful Nick was...his compact body, muscled but not bulging, his hair short, but not too bad (Gil hated his buzz cut) and his hands, strong and masculine, hands that had touched him, had explored every inch of his body.  He smiled as Nick became aware that he had an audience.

 

“Hey!”

 

“Hey.”

 

“You’re early.”

 

“Adjournment.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“I hear you’ve joined the club.”

 

“Club?”

 

“The classical music club.”

 

“Oh that…it was in the player and I couldn’t….”  He stopped when he saw Gil’s mouth twitching with amusement…he’d been caught out and he knew it.  He smiled and blushed; a diversion was in order.   “Are you trying to be sexy?”

 

“Trying to…no!”

 

“But you are sooo…”

 

Nick looked across at his lover.  Dressed in his dark grey ‘court’ suit, the jacket hung open and showed his white shirt with just a hint of a blue pin stripe, the top button undone, and a blue patterned tie, loosened at his collar.  He was leaning on the jamb with his hands in his pockets.  His almost white hair, the curls accentuated because it was just a little longer than he usually wore it, and his blue eyes gleaming with amusement.

 

Nick took long strides across the kitchen and when he stood in front of Gil he pulled Gil’s head towards him with one hand to the back of his neck; he used his other hand to grope Gil’s groin in search of his dick.

 

Nick covered Gil's mouth with his own and molested the hot and wet and compliant mouth of his lover and even as his hand found and squeezed Gil's dick, the blood was filling it and Gil's hips were bucking into him

 

But Nick pulled back and used both hands to push Gil's suit jacket from his shoulders.

 

“I think we should take this to the couch and let Renee Fleming watch…”

 

“…I find that somewhat disturbing…you want a woman to watch...…”

 

“….man, I’m being metaphorical.”

 

“I can do metaphorical.”  Gil murmured.

 

Nick was pushing Gil backwards towards the couch; he threw his jacket over a chair as they passed it and further loosened the tie to pull it over Gil's head and as they reached the couch, he’d started undoing the buttons of his shirt as Gil himself started to unbuckle his belt…and as Puccini’s ‘Un bel di vedremo’ began to play, Gil mused that this was certainly turning out to be ‘one fine day’…..

 

The End


A/N:  The CD is Renee Fleming’s, ‘By request’.