Title: Better Than Coffee
Author: Carina Scott
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: FRAO
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Warrick Brown/Gil Grissom
Summary: Gil gets a wake up call.
Disclaimer: I don't own, as is evidenced by the fact that CSI is not pay-per-view. If I owned CSI, not only would the cast be all male, Warrick would be naked all the time. And there would be mud, plenty of mud. *snickers* So, please don't sue.
Author's Notes: Okay, so lately I've been pummeling poor Warrick with all my angst bunnies, and Gil has been the bad guy for quite a few fics as well, so I thought they both deserved a break. So for you and them, I bring pure, unadulterated smut.

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The sky was overcast; lightening flashed in the distance, and every so often came the soft rumble of thunder from far away. It was going to rain, and that was just fine by Warrick. The weather matched his mood perfectly, dark and gloomy. Unfortunately for him, his lover seemed to think this was the perfect weather for sleeping.

That is how Warrick found himself in his current predicament. He had been awake for hours, bored out of his mind, and horny as hell! He had tried everything. He had made noise, all but jumped on their bed, clanked pots as he washed dishes, vacuumed every room in the house, including their bedroom. Nothing worked; but at least the house was clean. He'd even resorted to calling their house phone from his cell repeatedly, in the vain hope that the noise would wake Gil. No dice.

The rational part of Warrick's mind knew that he was being unfair; Gil was exhausted after working almost 48 hours nonstop. But the irrational, hormonal portion of his mind that resided a little further south didn't care. He was horny, and if Gil didn't wake up soon, he was gonna start without him.

Turning away from the window he had been standing at for the past fifteen minutes, Warrick smiled wickedly. Climbing onto the bed, Warrick settled next to his sleeping lover. Just picturing the look on Gil's face if he was caught was enough to make Warrick ache in the most delicious way.

Running a hand down his bare chest, Warrick gasped as his finger grazed his nipple. He always loved the way Gil would drive him nuts just playing with his nipples, for what seemed like for ever. Running his hand from his nipples down towards his cock, Warrick moaned quietly as he reached his goal. Stroking up from the base of his cock to the head and back down again, Warrick soon set a steady pace. His moans became louder and more constant as he neared his climax.

He was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn't realize he had a captive audience. Gil had woken moments ago to the sweet sounds of Warrick's deep moans, and the sight that greeted him was mesmerizing. He watched as Warrick's hand stroked his length repeatedly, ripping moan after delicious moan from his green-eyed beauty. Warrick had his head thrown back against his pillow, eyes closed, and full lips parted slightly as he panted. Gil's eyes drifted to the glistening precome that pearled on the tip of lover's cock, mouth watering at the bittersweet taste he had become accustomed to, craved on a daily basis.

Without word or conscious thought, Gil moved his hand to join Warrick's, keeping the same steady pace Warrick had already established. The initial surprise of the added contact combined with the heat of Gil's hand on his pulsating shaft, was enough to send Warrick over the edge. With a harsh shout as his only warning, Gil felt the warmth of his lover's seed as it cascaded over their intertwined hands. Watching with unabashed lust and ardor as Warrick's body shuddered with pleasure, Gil licked his hand clean, savoring the flavor that was so deliciously Warrick. Eyes heavy-laden with love and desire, Warrick pulled Gil to him, kissing him with a passion that always took Gil's breath away, sharing the unique blend of his essence and a taste that was all Gil.

Moving his hand down his lover's naked body, Warrick found Gil's hard cock. Moving his hand in quick, firm strokes, knowing Gil was too close for teasing, Warrick smiled as Gil shuddered and came with a silent moan.

Sated and more than a little breathless, both men kissed lazily as the lay tangled together on their bed, basking in the post-coital glow of their lovemaking.

Running a thumb over Warrick's kiss-swollen lips, Gil smiled, "Wow. That was a great way to start the day."

With a quiet laugh, Warrick sucked the thumb that traced his lips, relishing in the gasp it elicited from his lover, "Better than coffee."

THE END