Title: Dirty Dancing
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: PG-13

The pounding music reached a crescendo and Nick knew he was on next.  He checked his costume in the full length mirror once more and then strode quickly out to center stage to the opening notes of Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by Big and Rich.


The crowd cheered as Nick strutted around the stage before beginning his dance number.  He was a crowd favorite.  The hat came off first and with a flourish, it flew to the side stage entrance.  The red western shirt was quickly unsnapped and followed.  Just in his red g-string, the black leather chaps and a mask that resembled the Lone Ranger’s, he finished out that song.  The DJ quickly overlapped the ending of the song into the next song. 


The chaps were removed with a snap of Nick’s wrist and the crowd cheered.  Moving close to the edge of the stage, Nick knelt down to let his fans tuck money in his g-string.  Grinning and grinding his hips to the music, he allowed a few of the hands to rub his thighs and six pack abs.  They knew the rules.  They could not touch the real merchandise. 


Standing and turning so that his beautiful, tight ass was towards the crowd, he continued his dance until the song came to a close.  Taking a quick bow, Nick ran off the stage as the next dancer came on.


Sweating, Nick grabbed a bottle of water and a towel from the young man back stage.  He had two more sets tonight and usually he stayed backstage.  Law enforcement was not the best field to be in when you were a stripper.  That was why he wore the mask. 


Going back to the dressing area, Nick passed a few more of the dancers.  He spoke and was friendly, but was not friends with any of them.  Once he was at his locker, he took the money out of his g-string and counted it.  One hundred and fifty-three dollars, not bad for two dance numbers.  Maybe he would clear five hundred tonight. 


That would be another payment.  Doing the math in his head, Nick figured he had five more payments before his debt was paid in full.  Ruefully, he mentally kicked himself again for gambling.  He should have learned from Warrick’s mistakes, but he thought it was a sure thing.  And then his truck’s engine blew and he used the money for the gambling debt to get that repaired.  Unfortunately, the bookie hadn’t been a nice guy and had only given him two weeks to come up with the money. 


Nick’s next set was profitable also and once he was back in the dressing area, he counted out two hundred and twelve dollars.  He was locking it away when one of the servers from the bar brought him a folded piece of paper. 


“Another fan wanting a private show, Nick.” 


Nick laughed and took the offered paper.  He was about to throw it into the trash can where all the other phone numbers, hotel room information and notes from fans wound up, when the logo on the note caught his eye.   His heart beat faster and his stomach began to feel queasy.  The logo was the LVPD’s.  These post- it notes were in every law enforcement car in the city and on every desk at the department and crime lab.  Nick had a few himself.  Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he unfolded the note.


“Policy states you cannot moonlight while working for the department.  You do look good in a g-string though.”


It was signed with the letters, GG.  Nick leaned heavily against his locker, the queasiness had gotten worse and he could taste the bile in his throat.  He could lose his job. 


Then his eyes widened and he stood up straight. 


“What the fuck is Gil Grissom doing in a gay strip club?”  Could it be that someone had recognized him and reported it back to Grissom?  Could it be that Grissom wondered in here to watch half naked men dance and get his rocks off?


Either way, Nick knew he had to face the music.  Using the side stage curtain as a shield, he scanned the darkened bar.  He spotted Grissom about half way back from the stage at a table for two.  He was alone and was nursing a drink.  Nick watched for a few minutes, and Gil seemed to be enjoying watching the dancer strut around the stage.  Nick glanced over to see who was dancing now.


Dave was on stage, dancing to Joan Jett’s Bad Reputation.  Nick thought Dave was hot and had thought about asking him out for a drink until he found out that Dave had a long time sugar-daddy named Bill, who owned a lot of real estate in the Vegas area.  When it came to Dave’s routine, he was not shy at all and was one of the few dancers that bared all.  Right now, Dave was holding his cock up against his stomach so the audience got a good view of his shaved balls.


Nick turned back to Grissom and smirked when he saw Grissom lick his lips.  Oh, there was no need to wonder anymore about Grissom’s reason for being here.  From his place on the side of the stage, Nick called out to one of the servers. 


“Walt, do you see the guy over there near the center of the room?  Gray hair, beard...”


“Yeah.”


“Tell him to come backstage.”


The server raised his eyebrows, Nick was known for not mingling with the guests of the club and none of the staff had ever seen Nick leave with anyone.  “Whoa, you know the boss doesn’t like his dancers getting banged backstage.”


“It’s not like that.  I just want to talk to him.”  Nick blushed at the mental picture of Gil Grissom ‘banging’ him anywhere, let alone backstage.


“Sure, man.  Just don’t get caught.”  Walt laughed as he walked away.  Nick watched as Walt went up to Grissom and whispered in his ear.  Grissom stood up with one final look at Dave, who was now on his hands and knees grinding against a large, black pillow, and followed Walt towards the backstage entrance.  Nick quickly moved back to the lounge area and sat down on the large sofa.  Only when he was seated did he realize that he was still only wearing his g-string. 


“Fuck.”  Nick stood abruptly.  He needed to grab his jeans, but he was too late because Walt and Grissom round the corner.


Walt winked at him and left the way he had come.


“Nick.”  Grissom was looking at him like he was a bug under a microscope.


“Hey, Griss.  Funny meeting you here.”  Nick gave a bark of nervous laughter.


“I was very surprised to find you here, especially on the stage.”  Grissom’s voice was dry.


“How did you know it was me?”  Nick asked.  “You know, with the mask and all.”


“Evidence.”  Grissom said simply as he took a seat on the couch.


Nick’s eyebrows drew together.  “Evidence?”


“Your body size and shape, the way you wear your hair, your eyes.  I admit that I wasn’t positive, but at least 95% sure.”


Nick felt very self conscious standing in front of his boss wearing next to nothing.  “I’m going to go put on my jeans, I’ll be right back.”


“It would be a shame to cover it now.  You do flaunt it on the stage.”  Grissom leaned back and laid one arm across the back of the couch. 


Nick was taken aback by Grissom’s words and the way he had just made himself comfortable, like he was planning on staying for awhile.


“Griss, I’m kinda out of my element here…am I in trouble because of my dancing?”


“No, Nick, you aren’t in any trouble.  I do wonder why you are doing this though.  If I had seen Greg Sanders up on the stage tonight, it would not have surprised me at all, but you.  Needless to say, I was shocked.”


“This is just a temporary thing, Griss.  I needed some extra money and a friend got me this gig.  I’ll only be dancing for another week.”


“You’re good at it and you obviously have the body for it.  I enjoyed the performance very much.”


Nick felt his face reddening.  He sank down on the chair across from the couch.

****

When Gil Grissom had woken up that afternoon, he’d planned on spending the evening at home reading or watching an old movie.  He made himself some dinner and picked up the newspaper that had been delivered that morning.  Something in the entertainment section caught his eye and he studied the advertisement at some length.  It was for a gay strip club and there were a few grainy pictures of men wearing nothing but tiny g-strings.  One of the men was labeled as the Texas Cowboy.  The man reminded Grissom of Nick Stokes and without another thought, he showered and dressed.  Before he could change his mind, Grissom was paying the cover charge at the door of My Pole or Yours.


When the Texas Cowboy took the stage, Grissom was mesmerized.  The first song was spent studying the face for any recognition, but by the second song, he was wishing the cowboy was one of the dancers that would take it all off.  Because he was reasonably sure that the man dancing on that stage was Nick and he would definitely pay money to see Nick Stokes in the buff.


Pulling the small pad of post-it notes out of his breast pocket he began to write.  He couldn’t have said what made him do it.  Obviously, if he had been thinking rationally, he would have left the club and pretended this night never happened.  But he wasn’t thinking rationally.  All he could think about was how good Nick looked wearing nothing but a small piece of red cloth.  He had always wanted Nick, from the first time Nick had walked into the crime lab so many years ago, but to act on it….well he had always thought that Nick was unobtainable. 


When the server came up to Grissom, it startled him.  He had been so focused on the naked man on stage and trying to figure out in his head just how long it had been since he had been with another man, when the voice in his left ear said, “Hey Honey, there is a gorgeous cowboy backstage that wants to see you.”


By the time Grissom had followed the swishing ass of the server through a door and up a few steps, he was so nervous that his stomach actually hurt.  But when he saw Nick standing there, still wearing that little scrap of material and nothing more, he could feel his cock harden.  He saw Nick’s obvious discomfort and knew Nick was just as nervous, if not more so, then he was.


Grissom played it cool and after the first few stilted sentences, sat on the couch and made himself comfortable.  He was at eye level with Nick’s groin and because of the type of material, he could make out the shape of Nick’s shaft, right down to the veins running its length.  He had to make himself look at Nick’s face when all he really wanted to do was rip Nick’s g-string down and feast his eyes, hands and mouth on his cock.


When Nick sank down on the chair across from him, looking so miserable, Grissom made his mind up.


“Nick.  Nicky.  I could watch you dance like that all day long.  So could the majority of men sitting out in that bar.  I’m sorry I disturbed you and I’ll just go now and we won’t ever mention this again.”


Grissom stood up and with a nod, turned to go back the way he had come.  He closed his eyes briefly and prayed that Nick would call back.


“Griss.  Wait.”  Grissom smiled to himself before turning back to Nick.


“Yes?”


“I…uh….I never knew you were….you liked….”  Nick shrugged his shoulders.


“That I liked men.  Oh, I do, Nicky.  Very much so.  I like women too, but men are easier.”


Nick grinned.  “Yeah, men are easier.  No drama.  Well not much anyway.”


Grissom gave him a warm smile.  “So, are you dancing again tonight?”


Nick nodded.  “I’ve got one more set.  Will you stick around?  Maybe we could have a drink or something….”  His voice trailed off when he came to the realization that he had just asked his boss to watch him strip off his clothes while dancing in front of a room of men.


“I would love to see you dance again.  As for the drink, I’d love that too.”


Nick blushed, but nodded.  “Great.  Well, let me get ready then.”


Grissom turned to go but stopped.  “Nick, why do some of the dancers take it all off, while others keep on their g-strings?”


“It’s a personal preference, this is Vegas, we can do nude shows legally.  I just never have felt…you know…comfortable enough.”


“Oh.  Okay.” 

****

Gil ordered another drink and watched the slim, black man dancing on the stage.  He had moved closer to the stage because he wanted see Nick better.  The dancer turned his back to the audience and bent over with both hands on his ass.  He spread his cheeks so that you could make out the puckered edges of his hole with the white strip of silk running across it.


He should not come to places like this, he thought.  He was so horny that he could barely think and his pants were very uncomfortable.  Taking his eyes away from the dancer, he looked at the other men at the surrounding tables.  Most were ogling the dancer, a few were talking to dancers that had already taken the stage but were on breaks. 


The dancer finished his set and left the stage.  It remained dark while the disc jockey made a few announcements about an upcoming event the next weekend.   Gil tuned him out and continued to watch the men around the room.


When the opening strands of Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places could be heard, Gil turned his attention back to the stage. 


Nick took the stage in black leather chaps and vest, black mask and a black hat.  His g-string could be seen and this time it was black to match the rest of his outfit.  Gil smiled up at him when Nick made eye contact.  Nick winked at him and began to dance around the stage, slowly taking off his costume until the only thing left was the little scrap of black.  With is back to the audience, Nick flexed his ass and squatted low to allow the money to be placed in his g-string.  Gil leaned forward and slid a twenty in at Nick’s left hip.  His fingers brushed Nick’s warm thigh and he felt an electric shock run through his body and by the look on Nick’s face, he had felt it too.


Gil backed away and Nick stood and continued to dance for the crowd.  His eyes kept returning to Gil’s until the song ended and another song began to play.  Gil sat up very straight when Nick, his back to the crowd, slowly pulled his g-string down to mid-thigh.  His hands came back and he rubbed them up and down his ass and upper thighs.  Gil gave an audible groan, then looked around quickly to make sure no one had noticed, but he didn’t have to worry.  The crowd seemed to be focusing only on Nick, even the dancers that were on their breaks were staring.  Obviously, this was the first time that Nick had bared himself. 


When Nick turned, his hands were cupping his balls and his cock was semi-flaccid.  Nick’s eyes met Gil’s and locked.  Gil felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room.  He didn’t hear the crowd or the music.  He didn’t see anything or anyone but Nick. 

****

Nick felt he was dancing for Grissom alone.  He wasn’t sure why he had bared himself on stage.  And after seeing Grissom’s lust filled eyes, he hadn’t thought about the crowd.  He was holding his cock loosely in his hand and he slid his thumb over the end, smearing the droplet at the tip and it glistened in the stage lights.  Grissom’s mouth was slightly open and he was intently focused on what Nick was doing with his hand.  Nick gave his shaft one more quick stroke and snapped the g-string back in place as the music tapered to a close.


Nick jogged off the stage and the crowd noise was very audible from backstage.  Soon, Dan, the club’s owner was in front of Nick.


“Holy shit, Nick.  I don’t know what got into you, but keep doing it.  The crowd loved it.  I almost jumped your bones myself, in front of God and everybody.”


Even though he was embarrassed and still couldn’t believe the actually did what he did on stage, Nick chuckled at Dan’s words.  Dan was about five foot, two inches and almost as round.  Of course, Nick also knew that with the money he made with this club and one other one across town, Dan never went without a young lover, sometimes two.


“Don’t count on it happening again, Dan.  I don’t know what got into me.”  Nick was still a nice shade of pink and he rushed past Dan on his way to the dressing area.  Once in the empty room, Nick closed his eyes and let out a moan.  What had he done?  It was one thing to know Grissom was in the audience, and was gay, and didn’t appear to have a problem with Nick being practically naked on stage, but it was a whole other thing to masturbate in front of the man.


Knowing that Grissom was probably waiting for him, he quickly dressed into his jeans and a polo shirt.  He was just tying his shoes when his cell phone beeped.  Looking at the text message he groaned.  “My car.  Out front.  Now.”


Nick, sat back and blew out his breath.  He didn’t know what to expect now. 


Nick closed his locker, finished packing up his bag with his costumes and still wishing the floor would swallow him up before he saw Grissom, Nick slowly let himself out the employee’s exit in the back and walked down the alley and around the building.  He saw Grissom leaning against his gray Mercedes and attempted a smile.


Grissom did not return his smile, but pointed to the passenger side of the car and without looking to see of Nick obeyed, got into the driver’s side.  Nick got in and sat staring straight ahead, his teeth worrying his lower lip.


“What in the hell were you thinking?”


Grissom’s words were loud in the enclosed space and made Nick jump.


“Griss….I…I….wasn’t…you know….thinking.”


“Obviously.  It’s one thing for you to dance with a tiny scrap of material on, but I won’t tolerate having you bare your….your…..”


“Dick?”  Nick said quietly.


Grissom gave a curt nod.  “Yes.  I don’t want everyone in the world to see the man I love….”  Grissom halted in mid-sentence and closed his eyes in mortification.


“The man you love?”  Nick asked reverently.


“Forget I said that.”  Grissom fumbled with his keys and tried to get them in the ignition.  “Perhaps we should cancel our drink plans.  I think I should go home now before I say or do something else I’ll regret.”


Nick did not make a move to leave the car.


After a few seconds, Grissom turned and looked at Nick.  Nick was giving him a crooked smile, causing a dimple in his left cheek.  Grissom closed his eyes and sighed.


“So, you love me?”


Grissom slowly opened his eyes.  “Yes.”


“For how long?”


“Nick, please.  I’m a pathetic, old man that loves one of his subordinates.  Please don’t make it any worse, let me keep my dignity.  I promise, I’ll never bring it up again and there is no reason we can’t continue to work together.  Or I can resign…”


“For how long?”  Nick asked again.


Grissom looked down at his hand, still clutching his keys.  “Since the beginning.  I think I feel in love with you the first time I saw you.”


“Me too.”


“I know you can’t feel the same way about me, but I’m hoping that this won’t affect our….what did you say?”  Grissom looked up and met Nick’s eyes.


“I said, ‘me too’.  Which means that I love you too.  I think it was love at first sight for me too, but I blamed it on hero worship for a long time.  Then, after a few years, I tucked my feelings away and was just happy that I could see you every day.”


Grissom blew out the breath he had been holding and turned to face forward again.  “So, what do we do now?”


“Well, we can start by having that drink.  I think we could both use one.”


Grissom nodded once.  “I could use a few.” 


He inserted the key into the ignition and started the car.  “Where to?”


“I have a bottle of scotch at my place.”


“Nicky, I don’t think….”


“Gil.  Don’t think.”


Grissom looked over at Nick again and smiled.  He loved the sound of his name on Nick’s lips.  “Your place, it is.”


They drove in silence for a short time before Nick said, “I live on Normandy, just take a right up here.”


“I know.”  Grissom flipped on his turn signal.


“You do?”


“Sure.  I found your house a long time ago.”  Grissom could feel his face redden.


“Nice. “  Nick said, and then laughed.


“If you ask me, we are both pretty pathetic.  I drive by your house sometimes, just to see if I can catch a glimpse of you washing your car or something.”


Grissom chuckled softly.


In a few more minutes, Grissom pulled his car up into Nick’s driveway.  “Nick, before we go in, I need to say something.”


“Okay.”  Nick turned and met Grissom’s blue eyes.


“I’m not good at relationships.  I’ve never had a real…”


“It’s okay.  If this is the real thing, then we’ll work it out.”


“I don’t want you dancing anymore.  Is that too possessive?”


“Well, it is possessive, but it’s okay.  I like it, but I still have a debt to pay off.”


“I’ll pay off your….”


“No you won’t.” 


“But…”


“Gil, I can’t start a relationship owing you money.”


“It’s a gift.”


“No.  I can cover my debt in a week.  You don’t have to come if it makes you uncomfortable.”


“There is no way I’m letting you dance without me being there.” 


“I’m liking this possessive thing.”  Nick said with a chuckle.


Grissom growled and yanked the keys out of the ignition.


Nick was still chuckling when he unlocked his front door.  A second later the laughter was cut off when Grissom seized his mouth and Nick forgot completely what he had been laughing about.  In fact, Nick forgot his own name.