Title: Creaking Bed
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1596
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes, the Stokes family and Mrs Grissom.
Warnings: V.fluffy and AU.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine!
A/N: Remember the challenge when podga and I asked for fic ideas? Well this was requested by genagirl, who wanted a fic featuring Mrs Grissom.

Nick loved visiting with Gil’s Mom.

Of course he loved his own family and his visits there, but with Gil’s Mom it was always so quiet and peaceful.

When they went to Dallas it was hectic and noisy all the time, family would drop in and would vie for their voice to be heard above all the others. Everyone wanted to spend time with their little brother! God, how he hated being the youngest and having all those sisters; no wonder he was gay.

His first memories were of being babied by the twins, who were six years older than him; they evidently believed he was their baby to be played with and he was so much more interactive than a doll.

Of course this stopped the moment he filled his diaper, or later on when he wanted his potty and because they couldn’t be bothered to take him home his would fill his pants and go home in disgrace.

It was a long time ago and wouldn’t be that bad now except that thirty five years later they still insisted on telling everyone – Gil – what had happened. And not only that but with a great deal of glee.

In truth, Gil was mortified that Nick’s sisters where so horrible to Nick, and Gil was always extra attentive when they disclosed some other sordid detail. Of course, Nick conveniently forgot to tell Gil what a little monster he’d become under the girls’ diligent grooming.

This culminated in him cutting off one of Melissa’s pigtails when he was five.

He got into serious trouble for that, and he always thought it was strange Melissa never mentioned it, but he certainly wasn't going to bring up the subject. Although, in retrospect, it could have been that she realised it was payback for all the tricks that she did and blamed on him. The bullfrog in Momma and Daddy’s bed. The horses being released from the paddock and the cows herded into the garden; to name but a few!

Of course she could have just blocked it out, because there was no doubt she’d been severely traumatised by the event. She was the only Stokes’ girl with short hair, since the other side had to be cut off too!

And then there were the sleeping arrangements. Gil would sleep in Nick’s old room and Nick would take the guest bedroom. But after they had their Civil Partnership ceremony, Nick asked that he be treated the same as everyone else and be able to sleep with his partner in the same bed.

The Judge was not that happy about it, but couldn’t deny them the right when it was afforded to all the other Stokes’ and he did love his homosexual son. Of course, he wished he wasn’t homosexual, but…

However, when Nick said ‘sleep with Gil’, that is exactly what they did. Maybe a quick kiss, maybe a cuddle, but NOTHING else. Hell, he was only two rooms up from his Momma and Daddy and if they heard even the bed creak, Nick would have to change his name, have plastic surgery and move to Outer Mongolia, at the very least.

Gil was amused that Nick had actually told his father, very seriously, that they should be allowed to sleep together, but then forbade Gil to do anything but sleep together. He was adamant and unmoveable. No hanky-panky at the family ranch and that was final.

Luckily for both of them the longest stay had only been three nights and they often went for three nights without sex, but when Gil couldn’t do it he was itching to do it. On one occasion they’d had actually booked into a seedy motel outside of town for a couple of hours. It was great sex. But there wasn’t one person at the ranch who didn’t know what they’d been up to, including the dog, who’d stared at Nick with big brown eyes, devastated that he’d been unfaithful to her.

And Nick had spent the evening with a rosy blush on his cheeks and a metaphorical sign around his neck saying, ‘YES, I've been fucked!’

So after all the rambunctiousness that was the Stokes’ household in Dallas, the Grissom household in San Diego was a haven of peace and tranquillity.

Mrs Grissom had been totally deaf since she was a young child. She could and would speak, especially to Nick to make him welcome, but mostly she read lips and signed to Gil, who would speak and sign back. Nick was taking ASL lessons and was getting better.

So not only was there little speech, there was hardly any TV and when it was on, it was on mute and the closed captions delivered the speech. There was no radio and no music, no sounds at all, except what filtered in from outside. Gil was always quietly spoken; Nick didn’t have to, but he always felt more comfortable if he, too, talked quietly.

But Nick loved it, he loved the quietness.

However, what he loved most was that ever since they’d been a couple visiting Mrs Grissom she’d insisted they sleep in Gil's old room together and after their first visit had bought a double bed for them.

Gil had no qualms at all about sex under his mother’s roof; if he wanted it and Nick wanted it, they did it. If Nick wanted it and Gil wanted it, they did it. If Gil wanted it and Nick didn’t, he’d soon come around and they did it. If Nick wanted and Gil didn’t, then they usually didn’t do it; not immediately anyway. Gil was (slightly) more stubborn than Nick.

So Nick enjoyed the quiet time with Mrs Grissom and loved to hear her reminiscing about Gil’s early days. Gil was always studious, always did more homework than he needed to and always came top of his class. Of course, there was the downside, the dead dog he autopsied on the kitchen table. The dead cat he cried over because she wouldn’t let him put it in the fridge to stop it smelling.

The romance was there too, when he wanted his grandmother’s wedding ring to give to Brenda, at school, so he could marry her. Brenda’s Daddy was the local undertaker so Mrs Grissom thought he had an ulterior motive.

They always seemed very happy, at least until his father died and then it took some years for Mrs Grissom to come to terms with it. But she did, eventually.

When they’d had their Civil Partnership ceremony Nick started calling Mrs Grissom ‘Mom’, like Gil, and they all liked that.

Their latest visit to San Diego had come after a long and arduous few months at the lab. Warrick was dead. Nick had very nearly killed the murderer and Sara came back and still managed to be disruptive. Gil was considering leaving the lab to work either as a consultant or a lecturer, or, in his fanciful moments, be a kept man.

In truth, Nick would have done it too, they had more than enough to get by and they didn’t live an extravagant lifestyle, but he knew Gil would quickly tire of inactivity. Gil’s response was that he wouldn’t be inactive; he’d have more energy for other activities. Nick knew exactly what that meant.

And, to prove there was life in the old dogs yet, they took the opportunity, in the quiet household of Mrs Grissom, to physically re-connect, to fuck like bunnies, to enjoy sex again after months of anguish and turmoil. And enjoy sex they did. It was a happy vacation and both felt rejuvenated and energised for the first time in months.

As they prepared to leave San Diego and head for the airport in their rental, they shared a last pot of coffee together, the three of them.

“I have so enjoyed having you boys come visit, don’t leave it so long next time.” Mom spoke quietly but with hardly any inflection in her voice, but, nevertheless, it was still melodious.

“But, I think I must tell you that just because I’m deaf it doesn’t mean I can’t hear what you’re doing in that bed. It moves so much the floor vibrates in your room, and that makes my floor vibrate and then my bed and I know exactly what you’re doing.”

The two men were dumbstruck. Even Gil.

“Now I’m not saying you shouldn’t…you should, I’m just a little worried that Gilbert isn’t up to it…well not ‘up’ exactly, but he isn’t getting any younger and he could do with losing a few pounds and I don’t want you kill him, Nick.”

Nick’s mouth dropped open.

Gil spluttered his coffee.

Mom grinned.

Nick put his hand over his mouth and whispered. “I think I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

Mom slapped his hand down and admonished him, “Naughty boy.”

“Mom.” Gil began. “Mom, it’s not Nick, it’s me. I wanted him, I want him, and we’ve been through some tough times these last few months…it’s been cathartic to be so close and happy for these few days. I’m okay health wise, honestly, no problems at all. I love Nick.”

“That’s good then, and I’ll get a rug to put your bed on for next time you come and visit.”

“That’s a good idea, but it won’t be necessary.”

“Why ever not?”

“Because what do you think the chances are that Nick will let me even touch his tush, when we come again?”

Gil laughed and Mom laughed. Nick did not.

The End