"Jackie, this house is ridiculous," Warrick complained. "Nine bedrooms?"
Jackie looked around the kitchen. "The last house they showed us was the same square footage and only had three bedrooms," she reminded him.
"That's because they turned four bedrooms into huge walk-in closets. Who in the hell has that many clothes?" Warrick asked.
"Your sister Caroline would if she could afford it," Jackie replied as she opened the drawer that was actually the top of the dishwasher.
"A woman with a body that fine deserves as many clothes as she can afford," Warrick stated. If Caroline had not been his sister and he weren't with Gil, Brown would have been all over that. She was almost his height, with his coloring and green eyes, and armed with the kind of figure that could drain a man's wallet from across town. Poor Nick forgot how to talk and breathe when they'd been introduced. Caroline thought Nick was gorgeous.
Stokes had recently emptied his stable, which meant the man was preparing for the hunt. Caroline was an intern and had no time for fun until she had completed her studies just two weeks ago.
"Warrick, we do not teach our daughters they should be rewarded for their face or their figures," Jackie declared sternly.
"No, Ma'am," Warrick agreed quickly, though he had no daughter.
"We train our daughters they should be rewarded for their minds and their kindness," Jackie continued. "Remember that when you're watching over your little sister," she finished.
"Yes, Ma'am," Warrick agreed.
Caroline was coming to the UNLV Medical Center to do her residency in Pediatrics, which meant she needed a place to lay her head. Michael was coming back to Las Vegas after Christmas to do another round of treatment, which meant he, Jackie, Flash, and any other child they could squeeze in, also needed beds. Warrick only had one extra bed and Gil had two, which just wasn't enough. Which meant Jackie had to buy a house, not rent or lease, but buy. Apparently Jackie did not rent.
Normally the only time Brown saw places like this, there was yellow tape and blood involved.
"I'll take it, pending inspection," Jackie announced to the cowed real estate agent who had been hugging the wall. She hadn't spoken since they'd entered the house. Warrick didn't know what it was, but Jackie just frightened the shit out of some people.
"Yes, Ma'am," the agent replied.
Jackie checked her watch. "Warrick, call Gil and your Grams and tell them we're swinging by to take them to dinner."
"Okay," Warrick agreed quickly. Apparently, the real estate agent wasn't the only person Jackie had cowed.
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"Who's the striped-haired cutie?" Felicity asked Gil.
Grissom hadn't realized there was a striped-haired cutie in the room. He looked to where Felicity, also known as Felix, indicated and saw Greg nursing a glass of champagne and trying not to be caught staring at Felix. "That's Greg, he's one of my CSIs."
"Is he nice?" Felix inquired.
This was a loaded question. Greg could line women up and knock them down one week and look absolutely virginal the next week. Gil had no idea how this miracle was achieved.
"He's very competent in the lab and the field," Gil answered, which caused Felix to roll her eyes.
Felix waved Nick over. "Nick, is Greg nice?"
"He will be to you or I'll bust his head," Nick promised.
Gil wasn't sure exactly when Nick had become Felix's big brother, but he did it well and gave Warrick unwanted tips.
"She's so gorgeous I could just drop," Gordon, also known as Flash, declared as he looked toward Catherine and Lindsay.
"Catherine is too old for you and Lindsay is only 14," Gil declared even as he realized he sounded like a big brother.
"Fourteen? No way," Flash declared, crestfallen.
"Way," Warrick said firmly. "I have some cousins who are more your age and they'll be here in a few minutes."
"Do you think they'll give me the time of day?" Flash asked hopefully.
"Play your guitar and they'll all but throw themselves on you," Warrick insisted. He smiled as his youngest brother rushed off, no doubt to retrieve his guitar.
"No, they won't," Nick insisted.
"He doesn't know that," Warrick replied, "and you do not want to hear Gordon whine the rest of the night."
"No, I don't," Nick agreed. He glanced over at Greg. "Let me go lay down the law to Greg and then make my way to Caroline." He grinned. "I can't believe you've had a sister like that all this time."
"Nick, don't be overbearing," Felix begged.
"I'm only looking out for you," Nick replied reasonably.
Gil was enjoying all the interplay of watching Warrick's original family slowly circling his new family while his work family looked on and kept score, but he wanted to be alone with his man. Their time off from work was especially precious these days and dedicating hours of it to a family Christmas dinner wasn't what he'd planned.
Grissom wanted to have their first Christmas together to be about sex. Hot sweaty man-sex. Gil on his back or knees taking it like a man and Warrick giving it to him. Was that too much to ask?
"Warrick, I understand you and I have a bedroom in this house," Gil whispered in Rick's ear. "Show it to me." He'd pitched the last sentence in what his lover had called the "Gil needs it now" voice.
"Come this way," Warrick ordered and just in case Gil hadn't appreciated the tone as a command, he pulled Grissom along by his belt.
They made their way up the stairs to the second door on the right. Warrick went in first and a handsome young couple, who Gil recognized as Trinity from Ballistics and Brad from the computer department, went hurrying out. Gil did not want to be the one who had to tell Archie about Brad. Maybe Archie would finally give Bobby a chance.
"Come on," Warrick insisted as he pulled Gil into the room by his fly. He locked the door behind them; a precaution Trinity and Brad had not taken.
Gil had a moment to take in the beautiful room before he found himself staring at the rumpled bedding. Warrick unsnapped Gil's fly and pulled Grissom's pants and briefs down just past his knees. He opened Gil's shirt and tweaked Gil's nipples, causing Gil to make a foolish noise of protest. Warrick answered that show of defiance with a hard swift smack to Grissom's bare ass. "Ow."
The hand came down again and again until the word "Ow" became "Oh". Gil had been spanked before, but never by Warrick. They were in Warrick's parents' home, in a bed set aside for them, while Gil moaned like a porn star.
"Oh shit, Baby, I love that sound," Warrick confessed as he continued to spank Gil's heated ass.
Gil was humping the bed, convinced he would either cum or faint, possibly both, at any second.
The hand slowed, allowing Gil to draw in a deeper breath. He needed that breath when the hand was replaced with a sheathed, lubed cock that had never felt larger.
Gil howled into the bedding, biting down on it to keep from screaming, as Warrick slammed his way inside.
"I love your hot, hot ass, Baby," Warrick promised as he pistoned in and out of Gil.
Gil abandoned all dignity and just moaned all of his love, his need, his approval, and his desires in one long unintelligible stream of "fuck me, now, now, now" gibberish.
Luckily, Warrick understood. "As long as I can," he promised. He pulled out, forcing Gil to protest. Warrick swatted Gil's ass again and then flipped him onto his back as if his need for his man's cock had reduced Gil's weight to less than that of a feather.
Gil's back arched and his breath was forced from his body as he accepted the full length of Warrick back into his body.
"I know, Baby. You need it as much as I do," Warrick explained. He bent Gil's legs back, split them wide, and settled into the kind of fuck the videos are always promising but never manage to deliver.
Gil clawed at Warrick's still clothed back and whipped his head side to side as all of his touted logic fled from his mind and he became a full awakened vessel of lust and need that only Warrick could fill, tip over, and fill again. He felt his cum shooting between them as his entire body rattled with the force of his orgasm.
Warrick pulled out, put Gil on his knees, and placed the older man's hands on the headboard. Gil did shout out loud this time as his highly sensitized hole was pushed wide by his lover's demanding cock.
Gil sobbed and rocked back into Warrick's thrusts. He had never been more satisfied and conquered in bed before. This was better than the countless fantasies he'd had about the tall and lavish Warrick Brown.
Warrick bit down on Gil's shoulder, pushed his hips hard against Gil's ass, and rocked them as he came. "Baby, Baby, Baby," Warrick moaned after releasing Gil's shoulder. "You really know how to put it on a man," he declared as he shifted to a slow, sweet pump.
This was the way it was with them since that first night when Gil had risked it all to have his Warrick. No matter how wild the fucking, Gil would always receive a sweet session afterwards.
"I'm going to have to pop this ass again, Baby. It really wound you up when I warmed it up." Warrick's voice was low, husky, and dangerous. It made Gil moan in response.
Gil barely got to mentally realize the danger before he was on his back again and Warrick was fucking so hard, so deep, and so good.
"I'm going to buy some paddles, a harness, and nipple clamps for you," Warrick warned. "I'm going to put you across my knees and paddle this hairy ass."
"Yes, yes, yes," Gil chanted as he thrust his hips toward the larger man. "Every inch of me is yours," he promised.
Warrick gave a short wicked laugh. "That's all I wanted to hear." He went back to the soft sweet stroke as if to promise to Gil he would always receive the plowing and the tenderness.
Gil slapped Warrick's ass to let the younger man know that right now he needed to be plowed.
"I understand, Baby," Warrick swore. He leaned back, grinned, lifted Gil's legs so far back Grissom almost couldn't breathe. Then he plowed Gil so thoroughly that no deep breathing would have been possible.
Gil made a woo-woo noise and bathed his own tits with his cum. His convulsing ass milked Warrick of his cum.
"Merry Christmas, Baby," Warrick whispered as he lowered his lover's legs. He cuddled Gil's sweaty body close.
"What a present," Gil whispered.
"Promise me you won't exchange it for something else," Warrick said before licking Gil's ear.
"I only want the accessories," he promised.
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Gil walked down the stairs with Warrick's large hand on his still tender ass. They'd showered and changed into clothes that were already hanging in the closet. Too bad Jackie hadn't remembered the underwear, Gil felt a little naked going commando.
The last of the Brown family had arrived and Flash had two lovely young ladies cornered while he played the guitar. They didn't seem to mind.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the mistletoe is up. Who will be the first to kiss under it?" Michael asked.
Gil expected to be pushed as far away from the greenery as possible. Instead Warrick led him by the hand that was still on his ass to stand underneath it.
"Merry Christmas, Lover," Warrick stated proudly before gathering Gil up in a hard, dueling tongue kiss that took the breath away from several people.
Gil found himself blushing.
"Get a room," Nick complained.
"We have one," Warrick stated. "It's lovely."
"I only saw the bed," Gil blurted. There was the briefest of silences before everyone was laughing. "I mean..." he began but lapsed into silence when he realized what a lost cause his dignity was at the moment.
"Dinner is served," Jackie announced, saving him.
Warrick took Gil's hand and walked with him into the large dining room. "Meeting Michael has made me realize one thing, Gil. No one knows how much time they have, so we need to grab our happiness whenever and wherever we can."
Gil could only agree. If he hadn't taken that chance several months ago, he would have been spending this night alone. "You're right."
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