Title: Explored
Author: YS McCool
Email: ysmccool@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.squidge.org/~flashpoint/
Permission to archive: Yes to WWOMB, CSISlash
Fandom(s): CSI: Vegas
Genre: Slash
Sequel: Touched & Kissed
Pairing/Characters: Warrick/Gil
Rating: FRMAO (NC-17)
Summary: They've touched, they've kissed, and now they go
further.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: CSI and its characters are the intellectual
property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, and Jerry Bruckheimer.
All original characters are the property of YS McCool.
Gil awoke, quite nude, lying on the chest of a younger, fully clothed man. A man who happened to be holding onto Gil's ass as if he owned the space. It was Warrick.
If this was a hallucination bought on by lack of sex, then it was a very good one. He could feel the other man's heat, noted the rising hardness in the younger man's cock, and smelled the scent of his own cum emanating from the bedding.
Grissom tried to ease off the larger man, but Warrick just squeezed Gil closer and smacked his ass as a warning. Gil jumped and groaned. Warrick opened his eyes and rewarded Gil with a lazy smile. The hand came down again and slapped Gil's ass. Gil ground himself against Warrick, coaxing the other man's erection into full hardness. He'd been denied the penetration he'd been dreaming about, but Gil was convinced Warrick wouldn't deny him this time.
"Still determined to run the show, aren't you, Gil?" Rick asked, not sounding particularly upset.
"Yes," Gil confessed. "I'd like to think we're on a similar path of desire. La Croix called it 'the mutual stirring of an all-consuming flame'." He kissed the younger man's neck.
Warrick rolled them over and almost off the bed. He adjusted their position, but still left Gil firmly underneath his body -- pinned, helpless, and horny. "You're such a cool man, Gil. Have I really ignited your flames?"
'Don't curse, don't beg, and don't bruise him,' Grissom warned himself. "The fire department should be here at any moment," he assured the other man. Gil tried rocking his hips with a slight upward thrust in order to feel Warrick's full-sized manhood against his own more modest equipment. Damn, it was good. Gil kept closing his eyes and breathing the other man's scent deeply into his lungs, only to open his eyes again to make sure it was really Warrick lying on top of him. He was sure there was some witty saying to go with this situation, but the proper quote eluded him.
"What did Stenhouse say about the flesh?" Warrick asked, breaking into Gil's thoughts.
"That the flesh spoke loudest," Gil answered automatically. He was quite pleased that (A) he could retrieve the obscure quote with so much man lying on top of him and (B) that Warrick knew the quote.
"Exactly," Warrick agreed. "What is your flesh saying, Gil?"
"Touch me, lick me, hold me," Gil responded. Warrick's large hand slowly descended toward Grissom's face. Two fingers touched Gil's forehead, then made the slow sweet journey to his chin. The second trip those two fingers took were from his forehead to his right ear, following Gil's hairline. It was only as Warrick's fingers stroked from Gil's right ear to his chin that Grissom realized Warrick planned to map his entire body.
He wasn't ashamed of his body, for a guy his age he looked quite good, but this was teasing taken to the extreme. Someone as meticulous as Warrick could drive you right over that edge often alluded to in the best smut.
"Can we negotiate an accelerated pace?" Gil asked, close to
begging.
"Like this?" Warrick asked before rolling Gil's left nipple
with his lips. Simultaneously, his fingers caressed the
sides of Gil's neck and worked their way down to Grissom's
shoulders.
"Yes," Gil answered, while trying not to shiver.
"What would you do if I twirled my tongue around your navel
and then dipped it softly and sweetly inside?" Warrick asked
as he moved lower on Gil's body.
"There are three possibilities," Gil responded nonchalantly.
"One, I could shudder and sigh while stroking your curls.
Two, I could grab your head and batter your chin with my
hardened penis as I attempted to get you to stop and
continue at the same time. Or, three, I could cum."
Forewarned about Gil's penchant for grabbing other men's
heads when he was even slightly close to getting a blowjob,
Warrick placed his much larger hands over Gil's and pressed
them flat on the bed. He lied about his intentions. Rick
didn't lick a path around Gil's navel; he rubbed his
morning-stubbled chin and cheek against the sensitized flesh
before lapping at the older man's navel.
Gil hissed, wished he could control the other man, and all
but whimpered.
Warrick chuckled, his voice vibrating Gil's balls. "I've
never done this before," Brown stated. "Forgive me if I'm
not very good."
Gil had been on the receiving end of some amateur
cocksucking that were all but laughable, but this was not
one of them. Warrick was a licker. Some people took the
word cocksucking too literally. Brown knew instinctively,
or from being on the other end, that sucking wasn't
necessary. A person who placed long, loving licks on their
partner's cock could steal their mind.
"Oh, Jesus," Gil groaned. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, right there.
Right there, right there, right there! No, yes, more,
close, more, stop, please, more, yes, yes, yes, yes, Yes,
YES, YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
Warrick was sucking Gil's perineum as Gil was cumming. It
was madness and he loved it.
"Oh, gawd," Gil moaned.
"So, you're saying, in your humble opinion and reaching back
to years of man-on-man experience, that I did alright?"
Warrick inquired.
The man was evil. There could be no other explanation. Gil
pulled his mind back together and sought out a reply.
Nothing. He would have to respond in another way.
Grissom gripped the back of Warrick's head and pulled the
younger man up until he was within striking distance and
kissed him as hard as he could. Nothing turned Gil off more
than a dainty kiss. Be it man or woman, a dainty kiss made
him think of ancient relatives who called you by your
father's or uncle's names and replied to everything you said
with "that's nice." He didn't want "that's nice" from
Warrick Brown.
"You have a very hot mouth," Warrick informed Gil. He
licked his lips.
Grissom had heard similar compliments before, but relished
it more coming from Rick. "It's even hotter with a cock in
it," he swore.
Warrick smiled. "I'd need to test that theory." Brown went
onto his back and placed Gil between his thighs. "Show me
your evidence," he insisted.
Gil turned his entire attention to sucking Warrick's cock.
Nothing, not even the chance to be served by it, pulled his
attention away from its surface. He bent his mind, his
talent, and his very will to pleasing the younger man. He
cataloged Warrick's every move and reaction and used that
information to keep him primed but not enough to let him
cum. Gil had plans for the younger man's cock that did not
culminate in Warrick cumming in his mouth.
"I'm going to fuck you into tomorrow," Warrick hissed as his
large hand settled on the back of Gil's neck with just
enough pressure to let Grissom know Brown was in deadly
earnest.
"Please do," Gil responded. He smiled and gave Warrick's
cock a final lick. Grissom grabbed what they needed and
prepared their bodies for joining.
For all his size, Warrick Brown was a gentleman through and
through. Gil had purposefully made the other man frantic,
but Warrick was sweet and tender as he pushed inside
Grissom. His voice, one of his best assets, was soothing,
and his hands, those large, capable hands, were as soft as
mist on Gil's body until they were both ramped up to the
point of madness.
"Do it now," Gil begged. His knees were pushed back and
spread far apart, his ass filled, and his mind slipped from
his control. He had dreamed of being at the mercy of
Warrick Brown. Now that he was, the man was being too
gentle with him. "I've broken bigger men than you, Rick,"
Gil confessed. "Take me to the limit."
The words frayed Warrick's control and replaced the
gentleman with the caveman. Gil's body welcomed and
relished every stroke. He cried, he begged, and he soared.
. . . .
Warrick awoke with one of the warmest and comfiest blankets
he'd ever felt on his naked skin. It was hairy and smelled
like sex. He opened his eyes. Sunlight was streaming into
the room, fully illuminating a passion-marked, disheveled,
and satisfied-looking Gil Grissom. Damn, Warrick was
actually thinking about a new round of sex. After a shower,
food, something to drink, and a toothbrush.
"Gil?" he whispered softly.
"Mmmmm, Ricky," Gil responded lazily. "I'm so glad we're
off duty for the next two days."
"Was I too rough?" Warrick inquired worriedly.
"No, you've just given me a taste for your body," Gil
answered, his blue eyes bright. "I need food for the
strength it's going to require to fulfill that need." He
gave Warrick's cock a soft squeeze. "You've got to do that
to me again and again."
"I think we could work that out," Warrick replied, trying to
sound cool.
Gil ended Warrick's cool play by flicking his thumb against
the head of Brown's cock. Grissom had the upper hand, as it
were. "Good."
The End
