Title: A Day At The Beach
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick

Gil stood on the hotel balcony watching the sunset. The wind ruffled his graying curls, but the man was oblivious to the wind, the beautiful view of the Gulf of Mexico, or the sound of merriment from the pool a few yards down the beach.

Nick should have been here to enjoy this with him. He had thrown caution to the wind and told Nick his feelings a few months ago. They had agreed to take their private relationship slow. Gil knew that Nick was bi-curious. He also knew that the younger man had never acted on his curiosity.

Since Gil was the older of the two and the more experienced, only because he had fooled around with another man in college and again, several years later at a lecture series on entomology at Tulane University, he was the one who set the pace of the relationship. He knew that Nick was scared to death of being 'found out', so their times together were usually stolen hours doing things that could be construed as friendship. Watching television or having drinks after work.

They had gone for a hike in the desert one evening and that was when they shared their first kiss. At first, Nick held his lips stiff, but he finally opened up and the kiss had turned very passionate and had given both men aching erections. Gil remembered how Nick had blushed when Gil told him how hot his kisses had made him.

Then about three weeks ago, Gil had scheduled both men to have a four-day mini-vacation. Gil had told the team that he was going to see an old friend in Florida. Nick told everyone that he was going home to Texas to visit his family. They reserved a condo and Gil was hoping that they would take their relationship to the next level.

Gil was really tired of masturbating. Nick had confessed that he had been doing a lot of the same, while fantasizing about Gil.

Gil had arranged their flights through different airlines leaving Las Vegas thirty minutes apart. His flight would land first and he could arrange for the rental car, while he waited for Nick's.

The two men had spent one morning on the Internet looking at the condo, the beach and the restaurants that they wanted to try.

About a week ago, Nick started pulling back a little when Gil kissed him. Gil had asked him what was wrong and he had replied 'nothing'.

Two days before they were to fly out, Gil had made a special dinner and Nick had called and cancelled, telling Gil that 'something had come up'.

Right after shift, on the day of their flight, Nick had come into Gil's office and without meeting his eyes, told him that he was sorry, but he could not go to Florida with Gil. Gil was devastated, but more than that, worried about what was going on with Nick. Nick had refused to talk about it and had left.

Gil knew that he could not cancel his plans too, the team would wonder way both men cancelled their vacation plans. Gil intended to use this vacation to lick his wounds in private.

So, here he was, in sunny Florida, alone. His elbows rested on the railing of the balcony and his mind wondered. Could he have done something to upset Nick and not known. Surely, Nick would have said something. Whatever it was, Gil knew that it would be very hard to see the sexy Texan every day at work, but Gil could do it. He could close his heart off and it would be business as usual. He was very good at being reclusive and even though his team had pulled him out of his self-imposed solitary life with their friendship and laughter, he could and would go back to his old ways. You didn't get hurt that way.

As the sun set, Gil noticed that the beach had become deserted, glancing at his watch; he figured that most people would be making dinner plans. He didn't have an appetite. Now that the crowds on the beach were gone, he would go for a long walk. Perhaps in the growing darkness, he could stop the ache in his chest.

Gil put on a pair of khaki shorts and t-shirt. He decided against shoes and sliding the cardkey in his pocket he set out for the elevator. The beach behind the condo was well lit, but the farther Gil walked, the darker it became. He passed a few couples, and a jogger, but mostly he was alone.

He must have walked two miles by now, he thought, so he turned around and headed back. His watch told him that it was 9:30. Since he has slept a bit on the plane, he wasn't overly tired, but maybe a hot shower would relax him enough to get a good night's sleep. Being on nightshift for so long, his body usually did not allow him to sleep at night, but he and Nick had decided to live like normal people while they were on vacation, awake during the daylight hours and sleeping at night. Maybe he'd take a sleeping pill, his doctor had prescribed them once and he thought he had a couple stashed in his shaving kit for emergencies.

He rinsed off his feet at the hose provided by the condo and walked into the back doors next to the pool area. He pushed the button on the elevator and noticed that it was coming down from the fifth floor, his floor. When the doors slid open, his eyes widened and he stepped back a few steps. Nick shyly smiled back at him from inside the elevator car.

"Nicky?" The nickname slipped out.

"I tried to call you, but it went straight to voicemail." Nick said simply. Nick stepped out of the elevator and let the doors close.

"I turned it off when I got here. I wanted to be alone." Gil said quietly.

"Gil, I...I'm sorry. I know I hurt you." Nick scrapped his teeth over this bottom lip. Gil knew he did that when he was apprehensive or nervous.

"I'm okay." Gil said, a sad smile touched his lips. Nick liked to think of that smile as his sideways smile, one corner of his mouth turned up, sometimes in that dry humor of his and like now, showing sadness.

"I owe you an explanation." Nick said.

"Nick, you don't owe me anything." Gil reached over and pushed the elevator call button.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come." Nick stared down at his shoes.

"Why did you come?" Gil asked.

"I want to be with you." Nick said, still not meeting Gil's eyes.

"What changed since this morning?"

"I got cold feet?" Nick made it sound like a question.

"Did you?"

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. Gil motioned for Nick to go inside and he followed.

"Yes...no...I don't know." Nick said as the doors slid closed.

"I..I watched you work last night. You are so focused, so good at what you do. I started wondering if what I felt for you was just hero-worship, and not, not, you know...."

"What did you conclude?" Gil said as the doors slid open on the fifth floor. Gil noticed a small duffle bag in front of the door to the condo.

Gil inserted the cardkey and led the way into the condo. Nick picked up his bag and followed.

"After the shift, I went home. I needed someone to talk too, so I called my best friend, Todd. We were frat brothers. I told him about you and my feelings, I even told him about how I felt when we kissed."

"And?" Gil sat down on the edge of the king sized bed and looked up at him.

"You aren't making this easy." Nick smiled ruefully.

Gil shrugged his shoulders, at a loss of what to say or do in this situation. "Nick, I told you a long time ago, I'm not good at relationships. I don't know what you want me to say."

"Todd told me that if it was just hero worship, I would not be hurting and your kisses wouldn't make me weak at the knees." Nick knelt in front of Gil.

"I think I would like Todd." Gil said.

"You would, he's a psychologist in Dallas. I was his best man when he got married three years ago."

"So, where do we go from here?" Gil asked, almost as if he were afraid of Nick's answer.

"I want to be with you, in every way." Nick leaned forward and put his hands on Gil's knees. He looked up and met the blue eyes of the man he thought he had fallen in love with.

"Oh, Nicky. I'm not sure if you're ready for this." Gil covered Nick's hands with his own. You are still confused and I really feel like I'm taking advantage."

Nick locked his fingers with Gil's. "I'm not confused anymore. I want you."

Gil stood, pulling Nick up with him. "We're going to take this slow. I need to know that you are sure."

Nick smiled a genuine smile and leaned in and kissed Gil. The kiss deepened, and for the first time in their brief relationship, Nick took control of the kiss. Gil felt his heart rate quicken and his cock harden. He closed his eyes and let Nick lead. Nick's lips moved down Gil's face and then he ran his tongue down Gil's neck. Gil tilted his head back and gave Nick full access. Gil moaned and he felt Nick's lips curve into a smile.

Nick reached up and pulled Gil's shirt over his head. His head dipped down and he licked one of Gil's nipples. He grinned when he heard Gil's swift intake of breath.

"Do you like that?" Nick asked huskily.

"Nick, please, if you don't stop now, I.... Gil stopped abruptly when he felt Nick's teeth on his nipple. "God, Nicky."

"Don't want to stop." Nick said as he gave his attention to the other nipple. Nick's hands unsnapped Gil's shorts. After he had unzipped the shorts, he reached around Gil and slid his hands under the waistband of the shorts and boxers and gripped Gil's ass.

"I can't wait to see you. All of you." Nick's Texan accent was very strong and Gil wondered if it became stronger during sex. He wanted to find out.

Gil was self-conscious about being half naked in front of this much younger man, and it must have shown in his eyes, because Nick's hand cupped Gil's cheek and looked deep into his eyes. "Gil, I think you are so hot."

His other hand came up to rub across Gil's chest, "Your body is wonderful, really."

Nick could not believe that he was so comfortable touching another man. It felt so right. He felt a sense of power as he watched Gil Grissom, his boss, trembling under his touch.

Nick stepped back and drew his shirt over his head. He brought his hands up to unfasten his jeans and Gil sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. "Nicky, you're beautiful."

Nick smiled and toed off his sneakers and kicked off his jeans in one fluid motion. Gil gazed up at Nick, his blue eyes moving from Nick's feet, up his legs, across the bulge in the boxer briefs that he wore, over his stomach and up his chest, coming to rest on Nick's chocolate brown eyes.

Gil stood and tentatively touched Nick's chest. It was so smooth and muscular. Gil's head moved down to take a nipple in his mouth. Nick shut his eyes. The feeling was amazing. He had done this to many women in his past, but none had ever returned the favor.

Gil's hands were on the waistband of Nick's underwear, while his mouth continued to suck and nibble on Nick's nipples. Gil moved the waistband down until Nick's hard cock was released. "Ummmm" Gil said as he stopped sucking long enough to look down at Nick's straining cock.

He wrapped his hand around it and Nick bucked against him. "Are we going too fast, Nicky? We can stop anytime you want to, okay? We can go as slow as you want."

"Don't stop." Nick's voice was barely a whisper.

Gil kissed him gently on the lips. Then he released Nick's cock and pushed his shorts and boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them and let Nick look at him. Nick's gaze was focused on Gil's erection. Gil touched himself, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft. "This is all yours, Nick."

Gil cupped his balls and squeezed them. He stepped back to the edge of the bed and lay down, his hand never leaving his cock.

Nick was frozen in place, eyes locked on Gil's hands as he pleasured himself.

"Nick." Gil's voice broke Nick's trance. "Come let me touch you, make love to you."

Nick moved to the edge of the bed and knelt on it. He was unsure what Gil wanted him to do.

"Come lie beside me." Nick did as Gil asked. Gil leaned up on one elbow and cupped Nick's balls. "You have no idea how long I have fantasized about this."

Gil's head bent down and took Nick into his mouth. Nick moaned and his neck arched back. "Oh, God."

Gil smiled around Nick's cock and ran his tongue around the head, and then he took in as much as he could. He ministered to Nick's cock until Nick was panting and sweat had beaded on the younger man's face. He slowed and finally released him.

"Giving head to a man is very exciting. You hold the power to bring him to orgasm or withhold an orgasm. I'm going to bring you to orgasm, Nick. I want to taste your come. Do you want that?"

"Yes." Nick said through clenched teeth.

Gil smiled and tweaked one of Nick's nipples and once again took his cock into his mouth. His hand was wrapped around the base and he worked it up and down in rhythm with his mouth. Nick watched his cock disappearing into Gil's talented mouth.

"Faster....please...." Nick stuttered. Gil complied with Nick's wishes and soon Nick's cock was slippery with saliva. Gil's hand moved faster and Gil stuck the tip of his tongue into Nick's slit, just as his other hand squeezed Nick's balls. Nick cried out as he exploded into Gil's mouth. It felt as if he were going to come forever. The aftershocks shook his body as Gil released the softening cock.

"Gil. God." Nick couldn't seem to catch his breath. Gil moved up to lie beside him.

"Relax, Nicky." Gil stroked Nick's damp hair. "Sleep now."

"But you haven't..."

Gil interrupted him. "We have all weekend. Tonight was just for you." Gil kissed Nick on the lips, but when Nick tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back. "Sleep."

Nick closed his eyes, he was only going to rest a little, but the nap on the plane hadn't been enough and soon he was in a deep sleep.

Gil watched him sleep for a while and then eased out of bed. He turned off the bedside lamp and stood up and walked out on the balcony. The breeze off the ocean was sensual on his bare skin. Without any lights on, Gil knew that he could not be seen from the beach, even if someone was out there, which he doubted. He stood watching the waves in the moonlight, listening to the gentle surf, until his erection subsided. Only then, did he go back inside the room and sleep next to the man he had fallen in love with.

****

Nick woke first. The morning sunlight was streaming in through the open, sliding glass doors. For a second, he didn't remember where he was, and then the night's events came flooding back. Gil had given him the best blowjob he had ever had. And had not taken anything in return. Nick rolled over and looked at Gil sleeping. His face looked younger, the lines disappearing in sleep.

Nick remembered how one of his girlfriends had woken him one morning with a blowjob, how awesome it had felt. He should do that for Gil. His head dropped back to his pillow. Maybe he was moving too fast, last night was the first time he had touched a man's cock, now he was thinking about putting a cock in his mouth. He was so confused.

He got up and quietly rummaged through his bag until he found a pair of shorts. Once he had them on, he let himself out onto the balcony. The view was awesome. The sky was a clear blue and the ocean was turquoise. As he watched the water, he saw a small pod of dolphins swim by about a hundred yards off the beach. He grinned at the sight, and wanted to share this with Gil.

Gil was startled out of sleep by Nick's excited voice, "Gil, Gil, wake up. You gotta see this. Hurry." Nick's hand was shaking his shoulder.

"Wha....what's going on." Gil was still groggy.

"You're gonna miss them, hurry."

Gil allowed Nick to pull him out of bed, and stared in confusion as Nick yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around him. Tugging Gil by the knotted sheet around his waist, Nick pulled him out onto the balcony.

"Look, out there, just to your left." Nick pointed. "Do you see them?"

Gil looked and saw the dolphins. He smiled and nodded. "I see them, Nicky."

"Aren't they the most amazing creatures. Did you know that dolphins mate for pleasure like humans do, they are one of the few creatures that do that."

Gil did know that, but the boyish grin and bright eyes made Gil say, "No, I did not know that."

Nick blushed a little, "It's just something I saw once on the Animal Planet."

Gil reached over and held Nick's hand and they watched until the dolphins were out of sight.

"Thank you for waking me." Gil gave Nick the sideways smile, this time Nick knew it wasn't sadness.

Nick wanted to kiss those lips, but knew he had morning breath, so he suggested, "Let's shower and go for a walk before all the tourists get on the beach."

"Nick, we are tourists." Gil said dryly.

Nick rolled his eyes dramatically, "I know that, but work with me here."

Gil chuckled and allowed himself to be pulled back inside. Nick pulled his shaving kit out of his bag and moved off to the bathroom. Gil sat on the bed and gave Nick time to pee and brush his teeth, before joining him. While Nick was pulling shampoo, conditioner and other assorted products out of his kit, Gil brushed his teeth. After he was done, he marveled at all the stuff on the counter.

"Nick, what is all this stuff?"

Nick looked down at the counter, "Just stuff you need to get ready, you know, shampoo, conditioner, mousse, styling clay...." Nick's voice trailed off when he saw Gil's face.

"I just use soap and shampoo."

"Oh, well." Nick gave him a bashful look, "I don't use as much product as Greg, but I gotta keep the hair looking good, ya know?"

"Product?" Gil was trying not to laugh at the younger man.

"Yeah, product." Nick suddenly realized he was being teased. "Hey, all this stuff keeps me looking hot." He licked the tip of his finger and touched his arm with it, making a sizzling sound.

"Start the shower, your hotness." Gil said dryly.

"Right away, Boss." Nick bent over and turned on the tap. "You want to go first?"

"I thought we'd shower together, Nick." Gil held his breath, waiting for Nick's reaction.

Nick did not look up from the water gushing into the tub, "Oh. Oh, okay."

Nick pushed the lever that started the shower and as he turned, Gil dropped the sheet. Gil didn't wait around, he just moved the shower curtain aside and got in.

Nick stood there frozen. Gil was behind that curtain, naked. He closed his eyes. 'Holy shit.' He thought to himself.

"Are you going to stand there all morning?" Gil said from behind the curtain.

Nick inhaled sharply, "No, I'm coming."

Nick pulled off his shorts and tossed them into the general vicinity of the door. Taking another deep breath, he pulled the curtain back and stepped into the tub.

Brown eyes met blue ones. The blue ones twinkled at the sudden shyness of the other man. "Nick, I've seen you in the shower before, many times."

"But that's work, this is...well...this is different." Nick was not allowing his eyes to wonder anywhere but Gil's face.

Gil picked up the soap and said, "Turn around and I'll wash your back."

Nick obeyed. When he felt the slippery hands of his boss on his skin, he almost moaned, but caught himself just in time. Gil's hands felt so good as they massaged his muscular back. Nick placed his hands up on the tile wall in front of him and was glad he did when Gil's hands moved down to his ass.

Gil heard Nick's gasp when his hands and slid down to his beautiful ass. He knelt so his hands could continue their journey down his legs. Gil ran the bar of soap down Nick's hairy legs. Gil noted that the hair was fine and not overly abundant, especially on the inner thighs. Gil figured that those tight jeans that Nick was so fond of must have worn the hair away there over the years.

Gil took his time moving his hands up and down the backs of Nick's legs and then all the way up to rub sensuously across the tight cheeks of Nick's ass. Gil's soapy finger slipped into Nick's cleft and rubbed slightly. Nick almost came right there. He bit his lips so hard that he was sure he drew blood.

Nick's mouth was dry, his heart was racing and his cock was hard. When Gil's hands stopped moving on his lower body, he sensed Gil stand up. Then Gil's hands came around him and turned him.

Gil didn't speak, he just soaped his hands again and washed his chest and stomach with the same firm massaging motion he used on Nick's back. Gil's slippery hands lightly teased Nick's nipples. This time, Nick couldn't hold in the moan. Gil smiled and his hands moved across Nick's six-pack abs, he whispered, "so beautiful".

"Gil, you're gonna need to stop," Nick whimpered, "Or else I'm going to embarrass myself."

"I don't plan on stopping." Gil said, as once again he knelt. His hands avoided Nick's aching erection and balls, but moved right down to his legs again. The slow assault on Nick's senses was driving him crazy.

After spending several minutes on Nick's legs, Gil looked up and met Nick's gaze. His eyes never wavered as his hand cupped Nick's balls. Nick's eyes widened and his hand shot out to grab the wall.

Nick didn't think his legs were going to hold him up. Gil's hand on his balls felt wonderful. The soap allowed Gil to roll them in his palm. Gil watched Nick's face. Nick's skin was flushed from the heat of the water and passion. Gil loved the effect that his hands were having on the younger man.

Nick stared down at Gil. He couldn't believe that a man's hands, his boss's hands were making him feel like this. He wanted Gil to touch his cock. He wanted Gil to make him come.

"Please?" Nick whispered. Gil noted that the word was formed into a question. He brought the hand holding the soap up and soaped his hands again and then allowed the soap to fall to the bottom of the tub. He used both hands, one went back to Nick's balls, the other wrapped tightly around Nick's cock. Nick thrust forward involuntarily.

Gil stroked Nick's cock, the soap made it so easy to slid up and down. Up and down.

Nick bucked his hips and cried out, "God, coming...Jesus...making me come...Gil...fuckfuckfuck."

Gil watched Nick's semen spurt out in short jets, as he continued to use his hands. His strokes got slower as Nick's orgasm stopped and the aftershocks hit him. Gil finally removed his hand and stood up. He leaned in and kissed Nick lightly.

"Good morning, Nicky." With that, he turned and picked up the shampoo bottle and began washing his hair.

Nick stood braced against the cool tile wall, waiting for the world to stop moving and trying desperately to breath. He watched Gil shampoo his hair and let his gaze travel down his body. For a man of 54, Gil was in great shape. He had a fine ass and Nick wanted to touch it. In fact, Nick wanted touch him all over. Gil had made him come twice and had gotten nothing in return. Nothing so far, Nick smiled to himself.

Gil heard Nick get out of the shower and sighed. He had really hoped that Nick would spend some time touching him. Gil's cock was aching with need. He just needed to be patient.

When he finished washing, Gil turned off the water and towel dried. He picked up Nick's towel off the floor and hung it over the shower curtain rod. He wrapped his around his waist.

When he turned the corner to enter the room, he came to a sudden stop and groaned.

Nick was lying on the bed, legs slightly spread. His cock was hard again and one of Nick's hands was moving over it, lightly touching with just his fingertips. Nick's other hand was pinching one of his nipples. Nick was watching him. Being observant was ingrained in Gil's brain, so he noticed that the bottle of lubricant and the condoms he had brought on the trip were now lying on the bed beside Nick.

"Are you gonna stand there all day?" Nick said softly.

"I...are...what..." Gil couldn't form a coherent thought.

Nick grinned. "Gil, you're gonna have to come over here if you want to fuck me."

"Jesus, Nicky." Gil choked.

Nick spread his legs wider and raised his knees.

Gil let the towel drop and Nick smiled appreciatively at Gil's erection. "Come here, Gil."

Gil didn't remember taking those steps to the bed but suddenly found himself kneeling beside Nick, gazing down at him. Nick leaned up on one elbow and took Gil's cock in his hand. He had never really looked at another man's cock before. He explored it with his eyes and his hands. He noticed the subtle differences between his and Gil's. His was thicker, but Gil's was slightly longer. Gil's pubic hairs had strands of gray in them.

Gil looked down at Nick. He was fascinated by the look of concentration on Nick's face as he handled Gil's cock. Nick's lips were slightly parted and the tip of his tongue peeked out. When Nick's fingers moved to the sensitive skin beneath his testicles, Gil threw back his head and moaned.

"Do you like that?" Nick asked huskily.

"God, yes." Gil moaned. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"I think so." Nick said innocently. Then he shifted on the bed so he could put his lips on Gil's cock. Gil lost all brain activity.

"God, Nicky. You don't have...God...please...feels so...are you sure...God..."

Nick licked the tip, tasting Gil. "Gil, you're babbling." Nick loved the sense of power he felt. He took the head into his mouth and applied a bit of suction. He could feel Gil trembling. He had the power to make Gil Grissom tremble. He growled as he took as much of Gil into his mouth as he could. He couldn't believe the feel of a cock in his mouth. It was soft, but hard at the same time. Gil smelled of soap and a scent that was just Gil. He tasted a bit of saltiness at the tip when he ran his tongue along the slit.

"Nick, Baby...going to make me...come."

Gil's words penetrated Nick's brain and he pulled back. He released Gil and lay back. "When you come, I want you to be inside me."

"Are you sure, Baby. We don't have to do this now."

"I'm sure, Gil."

"I'm going to make it good for you, but I'm not going to lie. It will hurt some."

Nick nodded nervously. "I figured it might. Prostate exams aren't exactly a picnic."

Gil laughed. "I promise this won't be that bad."

Gil moved between Nick's thighs and moved them apart with his hands. "I'm going to use my fingers to get your ready. Just relax and remember to breath."

Gil picked up the lubricant and squeezed some out onto his hand. Once he warmed it between his fingers, he placed his hand at Nick's entrance. Using his index finger, he gently rubbed against the opening. Slowly, the rubbing got firmer until the tip of his finger was inside. Nick gasped.

"Breath Nick. When you feel pressure, push out." Nick tried to follow instructions, but the feel of Gil's finger was amazing. He really did not feel any pain.

Gil pushed further in until his entire finger was inside of Nick. He was still, letting Nick adjust.

"Are you okay?" Gil asked, watching Nick's face for any sign of fear or pain.

"Yes." Nick said simply.

Gil began moving his finger in and out, around and around, loosing the tight muscle. Nick had allowed his legs to open wider and he brought up his knees higher. Gil inserted another finger.

"Ahhhh..." Nick sighed and arched his back.

Gil took that as a good sign and worked the fingers around inside of Nick. He wanted to locate Nick's prostate to show him what a great pleasure anal sex could be. He angled the fingers downward and pushed.

Nick's eye shot open and he cried out, "Oh God."

"During anal sex, your prostate gets stimulated and...."

"No...lectures....now." Nick panted.

"Sorry." Gil smiled and added a third finger. Nick was writhing on the bed, pushing back at Gil, thrusting his hips. Gil felt he was as ready as he'd ever be and pulled his fingers out. Nick groaned with frustration.

"Don't stop now."

"I'm going to fuck you now, Nicky." Gil whispered as he rolled a condom onto his cock. "Take a deep breath."

As Nick inhaled, Gil pushed forward. He pushed the head past the muscle and stopped. Nick grunted in pain. "Breath, Nicky. The hard parts over."

Nick took in gulps of air, trying not to focus on the slight burning pain. Then suddenly, the pain subsided. He opened his eyes and looked up at Gil. "I'm okay."

Gil's eyes were glazed over with love and passion for the man lying below him. He pushed in until his cock was buried up to the base. Once again he stayed motionless until Nick adjusted.

"Move Gil. I'm ready."

Gil began to slowly move his hips. He would pull almost all the way out and then slid slowly back in. Time seemed to stand still as Gil watched himself disappear into Nick's body. Nick's ass held him like a vice and he knew he needed to help Nick along, or he would come alone and leave Nick wanting.

His hand moved to captured Nick's leaking cock and using Nick's own pre-cum as a lubricant, he began to stroke Nick in time with his thrusts. As his thrusts became faster, his hand on Nick's cock became faster. Both men were panting heavily, moaning, whimpering, whispering nonsensical words to each other.

Gil felt his orgasm at the base of his cock. "God, Nicky, I'm going to come." He cried out and his hips pistoned in and out as he ejaculated deep inside Nick.

Nick watched in wonder as Gil's face flushed and his head fell back. He felt pulsing deep inside of him and the pressure of Gil's hand on his cock brought him to release. He came in jets, his hot cum hitting his stomach and chest.

Gil pulled slowly out and fell sideways on the bed, fighting to get his breath back. His heart felt like it was coming out of his chest. He felt the bed shift and Nick was beside him. He felt Nick's arms wrap around him and sighed as he felt Nick's damp hair on his chest. They stayed wrapped in each others arms for some time, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.

"Gil?" Nick whispered.

"Hummm?" Gil murmured.

"I love you."

Gil held his breath. He moved to turn Nick's face towards his. "Say it again."

Nick smiled. "I love you." Then he grinned.

"I love you too, Nicky."

The rest of their time at the beach was spent equally between the beach, sightseeing and in bed. One their last afternoon before Nick's flight left. They were sitting out on the balcony watching the tide come in. Both men had a bottle of beer and Nick suddenly seemed fascinated by the condensation on the outside of his bottle.

"Nick, something bothering you?"

Nick flushed. "No, no not really."

"Talk to me." Gil said, suddenly worried. Maybe the pressure of taking their relationship back to Vegas was getting to Nick. He wanted to reassure him, but didn't know how. He knew it would not be easy for either one of them to keep their secret from their friends and co-workers.

"Have you ever....I mean...have you let...." Nick blushed even more and gulped down half of his beer.

"Nick, for God's sake, just say it."

"Have you ever let a man fuck you?" Nick's words came out in such a rush that Gil had to take a second to process what he had said.

Before he could formulate his answer, the room's phone rang.

"That will be your cab."

"Damn it." Nick said with frustration. Gil kissed him at the door and Nick took the elevator down to catch his cab.

Exactly, one hour later, Gil was taking the same path down the hall to the elevator. Unfortunately, his flight was delayed and he did not arrive in Vegas until 10:00, which meant he only had one hour to get home, change and get to work.

He had thought about Nick's question while he had waited for his flight, during his flight and on the cab ride home from his flight. When he pulled into the crime lab parking lot at 10:55, he was still thinking of it.

His team was all in the conference room when he arrived. He greeted everyone, and gave out assignments, making sure that Nick was paired with Warrick. Gil took Greg with him. The shift started out busy and never let up. At 8:00, quitting time, Nick headed for the lockers. He knew Gil was really busy and since they needed to keep things cool at work, he figured he would just go home and catch up with Gil later.

Gil shut his office door at 8:05. He walked rapidly down the hallway, hoping to catch Nick before he left for home. He wanted to take the Texan home for a nice breakfast. Nick was not in the locker room and Gil grabbed his keys and raced to the parking lot. Nick's truck was gone. Gil cursed under this breath.

Nick was just getting out of the shower, when he heard the doorbell. He pulled on a pair of shorts and padded barefoot to the door.

Gil was standing there when he opened the door. They exchanged smiles and once the door was shut, they exchanged tongues. Gil pulled back after a while and grabbed Nick's hand. He pulled him into the living room and pulled him down to the couch. Gil turned to face Nick.

"Remember the question you asked me in Florida?"

Nick blushed, "Yeah, but Gil, it's okay. I mean, really, I'm fine not doing that." Nick knew he was rambling but could not stop. "I really enjoyed having you inside me, really. I was just curious. I didn't mean I was unhappy with...with...you know. I just was curious, really."

"Nick, shut up." Gil said, cutting into Nick's monologue.

Nick snapped his mouth closed. He looked at Gil shyly. "Sorry."

"Nicky, the answer to your question is no. I've never trusted anyone enough..."

"It's okay, really."

"Nick, will you just shut up and let me finish my sentence." Gil spoke a bit more harshly than he intended. Nick looked down at his feet.

"I'm sorry, Nicky." Gil said, touching the other man's cheek and bringing it up to face him again.

"I've never trusted someone enough, until now."

Gil watched as Nick's brown eyes darkened with desire. He smiled, "Will you be gentle with me?"

Nick leaned in and kissed him soundly. "Always." He whispered.

THE END