Title: Blood, Sweat and Tears…
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1881
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: PDubyaP, AU and v.v.fluffy!
Spoilers: None, except for the ‘mensfitness’ video!
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine!
A/N: This is a result of the video and screen caps posted by stokesgirl. I’m not at home and I’m not able to d/l the screen caps to make an icon, so you could see what I’m on about! Suffice it to say that GE is wearing an undershirt, wet with sweat and a pair of jeans. He’s sitting in the shade in exactly the same manner I (hopefully) describe in this fic!!

Gil was getting a bandage and an antiseptic wipe from their first aid kit. 

 

Even though it was really too soon to be doing it, since February was still quite chilly for Vegas, Nick had started to remodel their garden.  He wanted to make it more eco friendly and was intent, even before Spring had sprung, on getting most of the work done.

 

So he was in his old and torn jeans, an undershirt and his old boots, doing some heavy lifting and moving of slabs.  He’d removed his gloves for something, forgotten to put them back on, and then caught his thumb on a jagged piece of concrete and had a nasty cut on the pad of his left thumb.

 

Nick would have just worked on and ignored it, but Gil had insisted that it needed cleaning and bandaging.  Nick had called him a wuss, but he was now resting from his heavy labour on their garden bench. 

 

Gil filled a small bowl with some cooled boiled water, he took some kitchen roll, together with his medical supplies and went to administer some first aid to his industrious lover.

 

As he walked into their yard, Nick was leaning back on the bench, just catching a few rays from the not so hot sun.  But he was so beautiful that Gil stopped and took a deep breath at the sight of the man, his man.

 

Looking dusty and dirty, Nick had been sweating and the front of his undershirt was wet with that sweat.  His face and neck were streaked with dried perspiration and dust and he sat in a dominant male pose with his legs open, inviting glances at his (not) exposed genitals.  Gil guessed it was a residual behavioural pattern when men liked women, and other men, to be impressed with their appendages.

 

Gil smirked.  He was impressed.  He knew exactly what Nick had to display, but Nick’s hands were actually resting between his legs, so the view was not as enticing as it could have been.  Not that Gil needed enticing.

 

As he walked across the deck to Nick he could feel the heat in his lower belly and he clenched his ass as his cock decided that his brain’s message to it was worth a little encouragement.

 

As he stooped down in front of Nick, Nick opened his eyes and looked down at him.

 

“What’s so funny?  I’m badly injured.”

 

“So badly injured you weren’t bothered about it a few minutes ago.”

 

“That was before you pointed out the serious nature of the wound and the possibility of infection, possible amputation and not to mention tetanus…for which I have been immunised, by the way.”

 

“One can never be too careful.   I have your best interests at heart.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“It means, ‘okay’, I believe you.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Well it did, but now I’m suspicious.  You’re smirking just a little too much for it to be innocent.”

 

“Hold your thumb up, sweetheart.”

 

Nick laughed and held his thumb out and Gil began cleaning the wound with the water and then dried it with the paper towel.  He then used an antiseptic wipe to further clean it.

 

“Ow!”

 

“Big baby!”

 

“I’ve never heard you complain…”

 

“...and I never will.”

 

“I smell a rat…you want something…you want sex, don’t you?  You want me all sweaty and dirty, don’t you?”

 

Gil paused; it was a fatal mistake.

 

“Gotcha!”

 

“I was trying to think of a denial.  Am I really that obvious?  But you look so sexy, so fucking sexy; I could do you here on the bench.”  With that image implanted in his brain, his cock took on a mind of its own.

 

“I know you well, Gilbert.  Very well.  But the bench might be a bit exposed, I think the neighbours are about due in from work, don’t want to shock ’em with public displays of gay sex, now do we?”

 

“Good thinking; come on, bedroom.”

 

Gil put a bandage on the thumb and then bought Nick’s hand up to his mouth to kiss it, and licked his palm, tasting the sweat and the dust; Nick took a deep intake of breath, and then released it, somewhat shakily.

 

“Bedroom.  Now.”

 

Nick stood up and pulled Gil up with him.  He didn’t have to drag Gil and they moved quickly towards the house and went into their living room through the patio doors.

 

Moving through the room to the bedroom in their single storey home, Nick almost pushed Gil through the door.

 

“Take your clothes off.”  He commanded.

 

Although Gil raised his eyebrows at the command he immediately started to take off his t-shirt.  He actually only had two more items to remove after that…and his pants and boxer briefs came off in one movement to reveal that his cock was already stiff and heavy.

 

Nick had gone straight to his bedside cabinet drawer and taken out a tube of lube. He threw it on the bed.

 

“Lie down on your back with your ass at the end of the bed and hold your own legs up and apart.”

 

Gil was almost gasping for air as he did as he was instructed.  Nick stood at the bottom of the bed and watched Gil do exactly as he'd told him.  He was rubbing himself through his jeans and Gil could see the effect through the denim.

 

Nick leaned over and retrieved the lube, opened the tube, and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.  He didn’t wait to plaster most of it along Gil’s crack and then used two fingers, straightaway, to press into Gil.  They’d both been enjoying anal sex for years, neither of them were strangers to getting down and dirty, without preamble.

 

All Gil did at the intrusion was cant his hips up to give Nick better access and, by default, cause the fingers to be pushed in more.  Nick moved his fingers around to spread the lube and then used a scissor like movement to open Gil up a little more.  He quickly added a third finger and his longer middle finger found the spot and caused Gil to jump a little at the sensation.  Nick chuckled.

 

He bent over Gil to grasp his cock and pumped it with his left hand, not as smoothly as he would have done with his right hand, but Gil was disinclined to complain.

 

He then released Gil’s cock and opened the buttoned fly of his jeans, all the time keeping his right hand occupied opening and lubricating Gil in readiness to accommodate his own cock.

 

Nick pulled his cock out of his jeans and briefs, but didn’t undo his jeans…he left them fastened at the waist.

 

“Move a bit further up the bed, I want to be able to kneel on the end.”  Another instruction and Gil complied immediately.  As Gil wriggled further up the bed, Nick’s fingers disengaged themselves with a slurp.  He wiped them on his undershirt, giving it more stains than it already had with the dirt and sweat. 

 

Gil was breathing deeply and he was covered in his own layer of sweat now.

 

Nick fell forward a little and supported himself by his knees on the bed as he used both hands to position the head of his engorged cock at Gil’s entrance.  But he pulled away.

 

“Where are you going?”  Gil was almost panicked as Nick moved away from him.  But he only moved to get a pillow from the top of the bed and then tucked it under Gil’s ass as Gil conveniently lifted it off the bed for him.

 

“Better.  When I’m in, I’ll hold your legs and you can jerk yourself off for me.”  Nick was back to kneeling on the bed, but with his feet still on the floor, more his toes really.  He didn’t think he’d be able to stay like it for very long.

 

“This is going to quick, babe.”

 

“Then quit talking and get on with it…”

 

“…man, you’re cruising…”  Nick pushed the head of his cock against Gil’s lubed hole, and pushed.  He was insistent.  He breeched Gil in one smooth action and caught the prostate again, causing Gil to buck his hips and grab his own cock. 

 

Luckily, Nick caught the leg that Gil had released and held it in place, as he pulled back almost out of Gil and then pushed in again.  Within a few strokes he had a fast and hard rhythm going.  Gil could feel the cloth of Nick’s jeans scraping his inner thighs and ass as Nick pumped into him.

 

He was more used to Nick’s balls slapping into him, than cloth.

 

On nearly every stroke Nick was catching Gil’s prostate and Gil was trying to find some rhythm of his own, but as he just managed to link together Nick’s thrust with his own hips bucking up, Nick would catch him again and Gil would lose it for a moment or two and the synchronisation would be lost.

 

Not that he was bothered.  He was just holding his cock and trying to avoid pumping it because once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop and he’d be coming, even before Nick…he liked to come just a fraction before Nick because he knew that his anal muscles would try to squeeze the life out of Nick’s cock at the most crucial part…Nick hated that and loved it with equal measure.

 

But while Gil had been thinking his thoughts to try and stave off the inevitable, Nick had speeded up…and was almost at the point of no return.  He was covered in sweat from his sexual exertion and trying to keep his awkward position.  His undershirt was wet through again where it had started to dry and it was dripping off his face onto Gil’s chest.

 

“Oh God, man.”

 

“Yes, Yes.”

 

“Fuck, fuck, do it.”

 

Gil started to pump his cock and his balls practically retreated into his body they were so tight. Within moments he was spurting up onto Nick undershirt, adding some more stains to the general detritus already smeared on it. Three direct hits and then, with less force, he soiled his own bare chest.

 

Nick had felt Gil’s orgasm in the muscles that clamped around his cock, making it almost impossible to thrust any more…but it didn’t matter.  With a groan he started emptying himself into Gil.  Pumping four times and then feeling several aftershocks as his balls forced every last drop out of them, and him, and into Gil.

 

He remained suspended over Gil for several seconds and then collapsed.  He rolled sideways and his spent cock plopped out of Gil and lay, forlorn, hanging out of his jeans.

 

He used the back of his hand to wipe at his tears.  For some reason he nearly always shed tears as he climaxed with Gil.  He had no idea why and it had never happened with anyone else.  Gil said it was an emotional response to the physical act with the man he loved, and Nick thought he was probably right, as usual.

 

Nick suddenly looked at Gil, still breathing heavily and his legs still apart but with his feet on the bed.

 

“Hey…remind me never to leave you alone with any workmen we have around here…”

 

The End