Title: A Fabulous View!
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1388
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU and v.fluffy!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: Another old one...and I’m sure I’ve written another fic that’s v.similar! Never mind...a bit of smut is usually quite welcome!

Gil let himself into Nick’s condo; he expected Nick to be getting ready for their date – they were going to The Palazzo to see ‘The Jersey Boys’.  Both were looking forward to going; they had to plan these dates with precision to be able to coordinate days off and on call duties.  It was an art form.

 

Even so, their planning had nearly been thrown a curve ball; they’d been called out to a fatal airplane crash up in the canyon.  It was an ‘all hands on deck’ scenario.  The two dead men were actually flying their own plane out of Phoenix, so the expected backlash for the tourism industry hadn’t materialised to any great extent – a lot of people relied on the trade – and Gil and Nick had managed to get to their homes with just sufficient time to wash up for their date, and Gil had arranged to pick up Nick.

 

The first strange thing was that Nick didn’t appear to be ready.  He hadn’t answered Gil’s admittedly short knock to his door, so Gil had used his key.  There was a CD playing something very loud…Gil was actually sure Nick did it on purpose to aggravate him, and so he tried, despite the almost deafening sound, to ignore it, just to aggravate back.

 

Nick wasn’t in his living room or kitchen, so Gil followed his nose into Nick’s bedroom, which was also empty, and then on to and into the bathroom.

 

Gil swung the door open and he was hit by a wall of steam and as it swirled and cleared he stopped dead in his tracks.  He was presented with a view.  A fabulous view of Nick.

 

Nick was stark naked, on his hands and knees with his ass very decidedly up in the air and pointed at Gil.

 

“Nick?”

 

“Yeah, man.”

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Waiting for you to come and give me one up the ass…looking for a lens, what d’ya think.  I swear I lose more lenses in a month that I have hot dinners.  This is my last one and I forgot to take it out and it swilled out.  If I can’t find it I’ll have to wear my glasses and you know I hate them.”

 

“I like you in your glasses they make you look….”

 

“…be careful what you say.”

 

“But they do make you look ‘cute’.”

 

“I’m telling you, that you actually calling me cute is almost as bad as me being cute.”

 

“Just because it’s out of my character to say it doesn’t make it any less true.  And you are cute in your glasses.  I’m sure Catherine, and Wendy…and Mandy…and even….”

 

“Got it!  Man that was lucky.”  He held up his hand with the lens presumably precariously balanced on the end of his forefinger, there was no way Gil could see from where he stood in the still steamy bathroom.

 

Nick started to move backwards and push himself upright.

 

“No. No.  Stay where you are.”

 

“What?”  Nick twisted around as he still moved to get up and his mouth dropped open.

 

Gil was standing without his shoes, socks, pants and boxers, fisting his erection almost lazily.

 

“You said you were waiting for me to come and give you one up the ass and I don’t like to disappoint you.   So, I thought I’d just slip you a quick one and we can shower off immediately and we should be able to get to the theatre right on time.  What do you think?”

 

Nick was still gaping at Gil and he started to speak and then stopped.  “I was going to say you gotta be joking, but it doesn’t look like you are.”

 

“Far too serious to joke about…but we’ll have to be quick, come on.”

 

Nick stood up and walked straight past Gil who remained where he was.

 

“What are you waiting for?  You said we’ve got to be quick so take your shirt off and get over here, I ain’t lying on the bathroom floor.”

 

Gil laughed, he’d thought for a moment he wasn't going to get away with it.  “I’m on my way.”  He pulled his shirt off but laid it on a chair; he’d have to put it on again in a few minutes.

 

Nick retrieved the lube and tossed it to Gil.  “Catch.  On my back?”

 

“Yes.  This calls for speed and efficiency, so jack yourself off and don’t complain about premature ejaculation.  What?”   Nick was laughing.

 

“We’re supposed to be a loving couple who make love not a having a quick fuck in a stall in a club.”

 

“We haven’t got much time and you want romance?”

 

“A please and thank you would be amiss.”

 

“So, thank you for letting me fuck you and please masturbate and please don’t say anything if I ejaculate too quickly…please…darling.”

 

“Man you’re cruising.  You should be grateful you have a very handsome and accommodating lover.”

 

“I am; every day in every way!”

 

Nick was lying on the bed on his back, his legs stretched up and wide giving Gil perfect access to apply lube.

 

“A squirt for me, please.”  Nick held his hand out and Gil spurted a generous amount onto his palm which Nick then rubbed over his hand and applied to his not inconsiderable erection.

 

He jumped when Gil pushed two fingers straight into his ass coated with cold lube.

 

“You might have warned me.”

 

“So sorry.  I’m going to stick my dick up now if that’s alright with you.”

 

“It’s alright.”

 

Gil positioned himself on his knees between Nick’s legs, which Nick then let fall onto Gil's shoulders.  Gil held his dick steady against Nick’s ass and then pushed.  He didn’t pause, he entered Nick until his balls were slapping against Nick’s ass.

 

He leaned forward and braced his hands, one on each side of Nick’s body and pulled back and pushed in a few times quite slowly, but Nick was fine, he was pushing his hips up to Gil as Gil pushed his dick down.  They had rhythm.

 

Nick was pumping his hard-on in time with Gil’s thrusts, slowly but tightly and the lube was heating his hand and his dick like they were on fire.

 

He looked up into Gil’s face and saw the sheen of sweat already broken out and the red flush across his neck and chest.

 

Gil caught his eyes and leaned further down to kiss him, their tongues wet and fierce with one another.  Gil lost his rhythm and pulled back from the kiss to re-establish it…Nick speeded up his strokes and used his spare hand to hold his balls and roll them in his fingers, he could feel Gil pushing his dick over his prostate and each time an electrical spark in his belly and back, from those strokes, caused his balls to tighten.  Gil wanted this to be quick so he wasn’t going to slow down.

 

Gil was pumping faster and faster and his dick was red hot.  It seemed to Gil that Nick’s ass was on fire.  Sleek wet heat was shooting along his dick and he had a fire in the pit of his belly, he needed to pump and pump and his balls needed to explode.

 

“Chrissssst Nick.”  Gil was coming and coming and coming.  He was emptying himself into Nick and his pleasure was profound.  The feeling of excitement giving way to the wonderful relief.

 

He opened his eyes and looked down just as Nick reached his climax; his translucent, boiling hot ejaculate hitting first Gil’s chest and then his own. He felt Nick’s anal muscles clamping around his softening dick and forcing out a few more drops of fluid.

 

They were almost motionless for about a minute and then Nick spoke with a shaky voice.

 

“Was that quick enough?”

 

Gil pulled out of Nick and slumped on the bed beside him.  “It was.  You have your shower first.  You’re younger than me, I need to recover.”

 

“We’re gonna have to be quick and pray the traffic’s light and we find a parking space and I gotta have popcorn and soda.”

 

“Go away.  Go be enthusiastic about showering while I recuperate.”

 

“Poor old soul.”  He leaned over Gil and kissed him.  Gil held Nick’s cheek with his hand.

 

“Thank you, my love.”

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

The End