Title: And Now
Author: sirjimmy24
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warning/Author's notes: Total PWP. Told in second person, and I think in some way, we can all relate to what's going through Nick's mind. Heehee! Enjoy.

And now?

You are pissed.

 

And it’s all his fault.

 

How dare he? How double damn dare he…?!

 

Oh he’s so obvious about it too.

 

He’s…he’s…flaunting.

 

Gil Grissom you bastard!

 

He’s got it turned all the way up doesn’t he?

 

You nod your head to yourself, grinding your teeth and clenching your bottle of beer so tightly it could shatter into a billion pieces right here, witnesses can go to Hell!

 

All the way up.

 

Full. On. Flirt.

 

Broadcasting on all levels, all channels, all frequency with definite intention to fucking…

 

Well…to Fuck!

 

Oh you’ve seem him use his power before.

 

On suspects and witnesses, even on colleagues.

 

He’s always been very give and take with “the flirt”.

 

He’s gotten answers by flicking the flirt on.

 

Gender, preference…it doesn’t matter.

 

His power fuckin’ transcends.

 

He’s got the lab techs falling over each other to please him.

 

Greg follows him around like a puppy and Warrick’s been known to skip down the hallway when he’s done something right. Grissom can work Brass like a conductor to an orchestra, and Sarah…well.

 

Obviously.

 

Sophia tries valiantly, but Catherine’s the only one who can really resist, and she does it by turning up her “flirt” power (and maybe loosening a few buttons on her blouse, that always helps get her...uh…point across).

 

And yeah, ok, you’ve been jealous that he’s never used it on you, not that he’s ever needed too-or that you’ve ever realized it…

 

Shit

 

You could hate his guts and yet you’ve always been putty in his hands.

 

And. You. Know. It.

 

Now you’re really pissed off.

 

Look at him.

 

Just look (like you could take your eyes off).

 

All clean shaven and trim and (hot and virile) full of (testosterone) vigor and zest and blue eyes shining and making you weak in the knees and he can’t even see you!

 

He’s up there at the bar, amped up and blazing it out and you can feel it from here (here nothing, you could feel it from the damn Moon) and his prey…er…the bartender... is all smiles and winks and “come hither” and “meet me in the alley” and…and…

 

MALE!

 

You never thought he swung that way at all. 

 

You just fantasized.

 

And now you know.

 

He’s hitting on a guy.

 

And that guy isn’t you.

 

How dare he not hit on you?!

 

You work out, and you look good in shades and you’re pretty sure you’re good in the sack.

 

Who does he think he is, not even giving you a leering glance or grabbing your ass, the one you spend hours at the gym toning?


Well you’ve had it!

 

“Oh hell no!” you hiss, dropping your beer –fuck it- and pushing yourself through the crowd to the bar.

 

You place a hand on his shoulder and swing him around to face you.

 

He’s surprised.

 

“What the...Nick? What…?”

In a flash you grab his hand and tug him towards the exit, ignoring his protests and pulling him out the side door and into an adjacent alley before slamming his back to the wall and you can feel desire and jealous possessive rage coursing through you in heated waves.

 

“Nick, what the hell!?”

 

“No way Grissom! No damn way! Not him! Not some random fucking bartender in some random fucking bar!”

 

You give him a quick shoulder shake to get your point across.

 

“Sloppy seconds to some fucking bartender? No way!” 

 

He is pricelessly confused but you’re still mad as hell.

 

“Me first Gil! ME! Me first and me only!”

 

And then you kiss him.

 

One hand clutching his hip, the other on the back of his head because he’s not going anywhere until you’re done with him

 

And then you’re done with him, but he’s not done with you.

 

His arms come around your back pulling you tightly to him as your tongue gets sucked into his mouth and you taste the smoky sweetness of whatever he was drinking and you feel your cock grow achingly hard as your body goes limp and Gil Grissom has taken complete control of this situation and you could care less.

 

Minutes pass, kisses melt into more kisses as rage turns to wanton lust and you’re breathless and moaning and (trying not come cause that would be embarrassing just now) and he pulls away and you want to scream.

 

“Want to get out of here Nicky?” He asks you calmly (damn him).

And all you can do is nod stupidly and follow, holding his hand tightly.

The End.