Title: Birthday Candle
By: sirjimmy24
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: R
Kink(s): Candle Wax, Foreplay, light bondage
Summary: Nick/Gil, candlewax...fun times.
Author's Note/Warnings: It's Gil's Birthday, and so I have to contribute at least a drabble to the fic-a-thon over at grisslash...its like..a law. :) A little wax, some silk scarves and a very happy birthday...Sequel to my first kink fic ever almost a year ago. Melting Candle.
Disclaimer: Love the show, but do not own any part of it. Just playing...

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Nick Stokes was sensually tormenting his lover.

And his lover, well, was loving every second of it.

A candlelight dinner, a night out at the symphony, all made for a wonderful birthday.

But this put all of it to shame. Gil was on his back in bed, his hands, courtesy of blood red silk scarves Catherine must NEVER find out about,  were bound securely  to the headboard.  His crisp white shirt was ripped open, exposing his chest, yet leaving everything else to the imagination.

And Nick's hands?

They were roaming across Gil's stomach. Fingertips tapping out a gentle rhythm as Nick nipped and kissed all around Gil's torso, teasing his nipples, and pretty much driving him insane.

Gil made a frustrated noise when Nick stopped his ministrations and stood up by the bed.

"What the hell did you stop for?!" Gil demanded, his need for further attention quite obvious by the straining bulge in his pants.

And Nick- a very naked Nick- standing there, teasing grin on his face, erect cock bobbing merrily in Gil's line of sight was most certainly not helping matters.

"I'm just thinking Gil..."

"Think later ok? Get back in this bed and fuck me dammit!"

Nick tweaked a nipple, "Watch your language Gil baby, that's not a nice thing to say is it now?"

Gil shivered at the sweet pain, cursing his bound hands as they prevented him from doing the numerous naughty things flitting though his aroused mind.

"As I was saying," Nick continued, "I was thinking...remember that case last year with dead body?"

He's talking cases?!  NOW!?!?

"Could you be a bit more specific?"

"The one outside that candle shop, and the vic had melted wax on him and all that stuff?"

Oh God, yeah I remember...

"I saw you standing in the doorway GIl," Nick murmured gently, "In the Trace lab, as Catherine was experimenting on me with the melted wax. It wasn't that dark. I knew it was you."

Gil froze, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He had been certain he was well hidden from sight as he engaged in his little voyeuristic indulgence. 

"Tell me Gil," Nick continued, "What did you do after you left the lab that night?"

"I bought some small pillar candles on the way home, lit them, jacked off thinking about having you in my bed one day...hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm lighting a candle, look familar? It's one you bought that night I believe, I found it in the bedside drawer while looking for lube last week..." Nick couldn't help but blush a bit at that.  By no means a prude, Nick still posessed those Southern boy manners that reveal themselves at moments like this.

Gil bit his lip in anticipation.

His gaze leaving Nick's muscular form and focusing on the red-orange flame flickering brightly on the candle wick. It's hypnotic movements held Gil transfixed as Nick moved closer, sitting on the bed and holding the candle over Gil's body.

He could see the wax already melting, forming a hot pool at the flame's base, promising a flash of erotic heat and the release of cool sensations in the blink of an eye. He was so engaged in seeing the candle melt, he barely noted the feel of his pants being opened, or a warm wet mouth surrounding him,  causing Gil to exhale the deep breath he never knew he was holding.

And then...

"Oh God!"

The hot wax hit his skin, cooling and hardening almost instantly, sending a rush of pleasure to his brain and bringing him right to the brink.

Again and again the wax fell, Nick knowing just when to tip the candle, just how to tease his cock, drawing out the pleasure he was giving to Gil, and thrilling to each gasp, each cry that was more insistent than the one that preceded it.

One more tip of the candle, one more flick of his tongue, and Gil came, panting Nick's name, his silk bindings tore cleanly as his hands jerked forward in reflex when his orgasm hit.

Nick  licked his lips, putting the still lit candle down on the bedside table, before lying on top of Gil's boneless, heaving body, kissing him and sharing his flavor.

'Happy Birthday Gil," Nick said..."Did you get everything you wanted?"

"I still want you to fuck me..." Gil managed between breaths.

"I think I can arrange that."

The End

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