Title: Creaking Bed…just a bit more!
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 891
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU, and v.v.fluffy
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine!
A/N: I just had a thought earlier this evening about Creaking Bed which I posted yesterday and wrote this tonight as a kind of epilogue. You do need to read that fic first!

Gil was driving to the airport and Nick was watching the scenery out of his passenger window.

Goodbyes had been said to Mom and she had hugged them both tightly, though Nick had still been embarrassed.

“You do know your Mom and Dad had sex…well probably still do, don’t you?”

“Nope. They don’t. The twins and me decided that they only ever had sex six times.”

“Six times. How did you figure that?”

“Six pregnancies.”

“Oh I see. You are joking aren’t you?” Gil gave Nick a quick look to see if his face was creased in laughter. It wasn’t.

“Absolutely not. Melissa and Caroline decided that was the case after they had their sex education class at school. They shared their thoughts with their little bro, and gave me a blow by blow account of what exactly went on. We were unanimous. Momma would never let Daddy do THAT to her!”

“Right.”

They drove on in silence for a minute or two. Gil was getting more perplexed by the moment.

“If you’re such a prude, how come you’re the dirtiest lover I've ever had…and I mean that in the most complimentary way?”

“It’s not me we’re talking about. Anyway, I’m not dirty, I’m inventive.”

“Yes, you are.” Gil smirked.

“But, man, your Mom, talking about it like that to BOTH of us? How could she?”

“Nothing wrong with that at all. We’ve discussed it openly ever since I was a boy, coming up to puberty.”

“No!”

“Yes. Haven’t you ever discussed sex with your parents?

“No! Never!”

“Never? So how come you know so much?”

“School. Life experiences.”

“Ohhh, life experiences.”

“What are you saying it like that for?”

“Like what…that’s how you’ve picked up your knowledge…life experiences!”

“Yeah, but you’re saying it like, I don’t know, I've been around the block a few times, maybe.”

“Well, haven’t you?”

“I have not and you know it. My experience comes from…books and…”

“…the other men you’ve fucked?”

“No, you make it, me, sound salacious.”

“So how come you got to be so good?”

“Because I’m with the man I love and that makes it good.”

“Hey, good answer, sweetheart. But you don’t really believe that about your Mom and Dad do you?”

Nick smirked at Gil. As good as Gil’s smirk, although Nick was less inclined to smirk.

“I thought not.”

“No, you didn’t. I really had you going there. But we did decide that they couldn’t possibly be doing it, we went with the ‘we’re all adopted’ theory for several weeks, but then Angela did her class on genetics and announced that we were all genetically linked because we were all so alike. So then we had to have another council meeting and decided that because Momma wanted lots of babies she’d decided to bite the bullet…literally, since she wouldn’t do IT willingly!”

“Now, you see, I missed out on all of this interaction, no siblings with whom to discuss the finer points of life and sex, so I had to depend on my Mom and she was very straightforward about it all.”

“What about school? Didn’t you discuss it behind the gym block with all the other boys?”

“No. I was never behind the gym block.”

“Did you discuss it anywhere?”

“No. Only with Mom.”

“Right. You know that sounds kinda creepy?”

“Does it? Do you think I’ll turn out to be gay?”

“Ha-ha.”

“Better gay than Norman Bates.”

“Fuck, Gil, that’s really weird.”

“No it isn’t, my mother is still alive, and I don’t have a rocking chair…yet.”

“Okay, I’m getting seriously creeped out now.”

“It’s no worse than when you said your Mom and Dad only had sex six times.”

“I get it, payback.”

“Yeah; could you make me a rocking chair?”

“Gil!”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am. I can’t afford to make you too upset, or you’ll make me go without for months.”

“Years.”

“You reckon?”

“Easy.”

“I just made a decision.”

“What?”

“When we go to Texas next time I’m gong to fuck you through the mattress, regardless of your family…

“..and the dog?”

“And the dog. Let her watch.”

“Never going to happen.”

“Look your parents won’t know, or won’t care…”

“…no, I’m not gonna let the dog watch.”

“Oh, so you’ll let me…”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“But…”

“Jeez, Gil, after your Mom just discussed our sex life and your erection, I’ll have no problem with my family, except the dog, of course.”

“My erection…oh, up, I get it. But why? What’s different?”

“Man, if I scream and wail and wake the neighbourhood, and you run around in a latex suit with a whip, no one will mention a thing. It’d be as if nothing happened. But I couldn’t stand Mollie staring at me with her reproachful eyes and such disappointment.”

“Okay. Okay. So why couldn’t we have done this before?”

“I didn’t think about it until your Mom actually talked about it, and I realised that no one in my family would ever talk about it.”

“What about the twins?”

“They wouldn’t mention it in the house, they might in private, and that’s only if I did scream and wail, of course, and they happened to hear it.”

They drove on in silence for a few minutes.

“Nick?”

“Mmmm?”

“Do you want me to get a latex suit and a whip?”

“No.”

The End