Title: At First Blush
Author: carinascott
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Warrick Brown/ Gil Grissom
Rating: FRAO
Summary: People think they know Warrick, but only one person truly knows him.
Spoilers: None
Author’s Notes: This is the kind of bunny that I love to hate. The kind that wakes you up in the middle of the night, forcing you to jot the idea down because no matter how hard you try to get back to sleep, sleep refuses to come until you have at the very least put the idea down on paper. So that’s what happened last night, as much as I needed my rest, the bunny didn’t seem to care. This may suck; you may like it, who knows? What I do know is that I had to write it, so here it is. Feedback as usual, is greatly appreciated. Thanks. Enjoy.

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Nick Stokes was known around the lab for his tendency to blush when complimented or embarrassed. Everyone knew about it. How could they not? One “Good job, Nick,” or a flirtatious comment from Catherine, or Greg for that matter, and Nick turned beet red. That was just part of who he was.

In stark contrast, Warrick brown was known around the lab as ‘Mr. Cool’. The suave, debonair, ‘ladies’ man. Giving and receiving compliments and praise was like breathing air to him. He was confident in everything that he did. Warrick Brown did not blush. That was just part of who he was.

Or so everyone thought.

However, Gil Grissom knew different. And as he thrust slowly into his lover’s body, pulling moan after moan from Warrick, he whispered, “You’re beautiful like this Warrick. So open, free, honest, unashamed. Beautiful. So beautiful.”

And then it happened.

Warrick blushed. It was slight. Smooth mocha skin flushed to a golden brown. But it warmed Gil’s heart, knowing that he could do this to such a beautiful young man. This was a power he would cherish to the end of his days.

“Come for me baby, let me see you let go.” And with one final thrust of his hips, Gil and Warrick came together in unison. Panting, the lovers lay still, as they rode out their orgasmic bliss.

Pulling his spent cock from Warrick’s satiated body; Gil made his way to the bathroom to find a cloth to clean them with. Returning, Gil washed his lover’s body, smiling at the sleepy moans of appreciation his ministrations were causing. After he had cleansed both himself and Warrick of the remnants of their lovemaking, Gil discarded the cloth into the hamper.

Returning to their bed, Gil spooned up behind Warrick. Placing chaste kisses along his shoulder, Gil whispered, “You know I love you, right?”

Turning in his lover’s embrace, green eyes locked with blue, and Warrick kissed Gil softly on the lips. “Never doubted it for a moment, babe. I love you too.” With one final lazy kiss, Warrick drifted asleep.

As Gil lay there, content to hold the man he loved in his arms, he took in Warrick’s innate beauty. From the ebony eyelashes, fanned out against his cheekbones, down to those full sensuous lips that had driven Gil crazy on several occasions; Warrick was beautiful.

Unable to impede the admission as it fell from his lips once again, Gil whispered, “Beautiful,” as he placed a kiss to his sleeping lover’s forehead.

And Warrick blushed.

THE END