Title: Erotica
Author: podga
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17, Strictly Adult
Disclaimer: CSI and its characters do not belong to me. I write and post for fun only.
Summary: Nick discovers that Gil has been writing erotica and has an unusual reaction.
Suggested by: jalola

The way Nick saw it, an inability to resist snooping was an advantage in their line of work.

And it stood to reason that he couldn’t just switch it off when he came home. Especially when Gil had been behaving so secretively over the past two or three weeks: always glued to his laptop, claiming to be working on a paper, but when Nick would come to stand behind him, it seemed like nine times out of ten, Gil would be reading a news article. Which was weird, given the busy clickety-clicking of the keyboard whenever Nick wasn’t in the room.

The browser history yielded nothing unexpected. Other than a very, very few news articles, it didn’t seem as if Gil had accessed anything else for over a month. Certainly nothing that could even remotely be connected to research for the paper he claimed to be writing.

Nick hit pay dirt the moment he opened the directory and sorted it by date. The most recent document file had just been saved a few hours ago. He hesitated for a second before clicking on it. He’d only read the first sentence, just to satisfy his curiosity. He assured himself that he wasn’t going to pry further.

…

“What are you reading?” Gil asked, walking into the living room.

“Erotica.”

“I don’t see how you can spend so much time on that stuff. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Well, the guy who wrote this is no Shakespeare, but it’s pretty hot.”

Gil grunted and sat down on the couch.

“So why aren’t you jacking off? Isn’t that the purpose of reading porn?”

“Erotica, not porn. There’s a difference. Listen to this. ‘I tried not to stare as N hoisted himself out of the pool, but I couldn’t help myself. The drops of water on N’s body shone silver in the moonlight, and more than anything at that moment, in my whole life even, I wanted to follow them with my lips and tongue as they trickled down his chest and abdomen, to sip them off his skin.’ ”

Nick smiled at the bright spots of color burning high on Gil’s cheeks.

“The writer sounds like he’s in love with N. And I bet that if N were a real person, he’d be proposing to the writer right about now.”

“Would he?” Gil choked out.

“Definitely. I know I would.”

“That would be a pretty unusual reaction to porn.” The light in Gil’s eyes belied his serious tone.

“Erotica, not porn,” Nick corrected patiently for the second time.