Title: Body Parts
Author: Dee
Rating: R
Word Count: 600
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: Fluff and AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: Not beta-ed at all. I've just written these, and they’re dedicated to ilovemycsi’s icon of Nick’s belly button… which fascinates me every time I see it. They are a set of six drabbles…yep every one is 100 words - exactly!

Belly Button

Gil worshipped the ‘inny’ that was Nick’s belly button. He could push the tip of his tongue into the little crevice and then chew around the edges, licking at the skin to soothe it; it would guarantee that Nick’s ass would lift off the bed, or what ever surface the ass happened to be on at the time. Half of the time Nick would be wriggling because he was ticklish, but the other half would be because there was a direct link from his belly button to his dick, and the bobbing hard-on would be begging for the same attention.

Nick loved it when Gil paid special attention to his belly button. He would lick it and nibble at it and kiss it and prod it with his tongue. Nick was very ticklish though, and sometimes he would squirm and try and evade the tongue and lips, but not for long, because the proximity of Gil’s head and mouth to his hard cock made it all worth while. He liked to see Gil glance down at his cock while he licked as his belly button, where he was just practising what he’d being doing, at any moment, on that cock.

Ass

Nick’s not so secret passion for Gil's ass manifested itself at odd times. He could watch him crouch down at a crime scene a hundred times with no effect and then on the hundred and first time, he’d see the swell of those magnificent butt cheeks straining against his pants and he’d have some straining of his own going on; then he’d have to ensure no one could see the obvious sign in his own pants as his throbbing erection filled him with heat and longing and an overwhelming desire to crouch down behind Gil to fondle his ass cheeks.

Gil’s love of Nick’s ass was borne out of fascination that it was sculptured to fit, exactly, Gil’s hands. The ass cheeks would ripple beneath his hands, and his fingers, of their own accord, would massage the round, hard muscled, smooth skinned orbs. He would knead the flesh and let his fingers make their way to Nick’s crack and they would pull apart the cheeks to expose the precious opening; he’d continue the massage with his palms while his fingers gently probed and pried at the opening, causing Nick to wiggle his ass in a most provocative and entertaining manner.

Eyes

Gil could never understand why poets and authors would eulogise eyes. They were just eyes. That was until he kissed Nick for the first time when suddenly they became pools of passion, the brownness overtaken by the blackness of arousal. The swimming, almost teary look that his eyelashes blinked back. The shining expression that proclaimed to all who could see, but it was only Gil that could see, that he loved, unconditionally, the man before him. And when passion was spent those same eyes blinked languorously with a calmness and completeness Gil had never seen before. Gil completely understood, now.

Nick thought Gil’s eyes were mysterious. They changed colour all the time and although he knew that it was technically impossible he knew that it happened. They would be a clear blue when he was reading a forensics journal. They would be a cloudy blue when he was dealing with something troubling, a case that he needed to solved. They would be a dull blue when he was tired but by far Nick’s favourite blue was when he could hardly see any of that blue, when the black of his arousal shone through and pierced Nick’s soul with their intensity.

The End...although I might do some other bits and pieces of their bodies!!