Title: Creaking Bed…even more!
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 356
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Bill and Jillian 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: Just a little ficlet for firthivated after a comment she made earlier…beware of what you wish for… You do need to read the other two fics first! Creaking Bed & Creaking Bed... just a bit more!.

‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving

Jillian was roused from a deep sleep by her husband getting into bed.

“Have you been for another pee, you need to go and see your proctologist?” She murmured.

“I haven’t been for a…I heard a noise; I’ve just had a look around.” Bill was irritable.

Jill was instantly fully awake. “What did you hear, is everything okay, you should get Nicky and Gil to have a look around?”

“I’m not disturbing them.” His abrupt manner alerted Jillian immediately.

“Why? What’s wrong? There’s something wrong, isn’t there?”

“For goodness sake, Jillian, go back to sleep.”

“No, I’m not sleeping until you tell what’s going on and deny it as much as you want, Bill Stokes, but I know you and there’s something…”

“They’re the ones making the noise. Are you satisfied now?”

“What do you mean?”

“For an intelligent woman you can be very obtuse.”

“I don’t know what you mean, what noise are they making?”

“Intimate noises.”

“Intimate noises?”

“Yes. Intimate noises.”

“Bill, I have no idea what you’re talking…oh…oh…you mean…”

“Yes. Our homosexual son is moaning in pleasure.”

“Oh, that’s sweet.”

“Sweet…sweet…under our roof? Jillian, how did we manage to raise a good boy to be queer?”

“I've no idea, nothing we did, I’m sure. It’s just the way he is, but it is sweet, Bill, regardless of what you think. He’s relaxed enough to enjoy himself under our roof. We raised him to be the happy and confident man he is, and we cannot fault his choice. Gil is a better husband…partner…to Nick, than at least two of our son-in-laws are to our girls.”

“I could give that Eric a horsewhipping, I can tell you.”

“But you like Gil?”

“I suppose I do; he’s a good poker player.”

“And good in bed.”

“Jillian!”

“Well you said Nick was moaning in pleasure.”

“He was.” Bill chuckled. “Sounded like you when you were younger…”

“Bill!”

“Well it’s true and Gil was trying to keep him quiet, just like I did with you.”

“Oh you, you never tried that hard.”

“No. True. Neither did Gil.

The End