Title: Fire
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1064
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU and complete and utter fluff!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: This is an old CSI100Fic Prompt Challenge that kind of fell by the wayside!

Nick was really stressed!  His own vanity had caused this. ‘Sure I can cook, Gil, I make a mean curry!’

 

Yeah, well, he hadn’t made a curry from scratch in years; he’d relied on jars of this and packets of that!  He had enjoyed the initial preparations…checking the recipe and shopping for all the ingredients, but then putting it together into a meal had sorely tried his patience.

 

Mix this, pummel that, fry the other.  His kitchen was a mess, but the breads were heating up and he had the pan on the stove, stirring the ingredients and actually being a bit smug about the delicious aroma emanating from the pan and assaulting his nose.

 

He had to tidy up before Gil arrived; he’d actually had a shower before he began but now felt as if he could do with another one but there wouldn’t be time.  He left the pan to simmer and tidied the kitchen, he was fairly organised and in ten minutes all the mess had been washed or stowed in the dishwasher. 

 

The table was ready and he had cheated with the starters, getting some bharjis and samosas from the deli.  They were heating with the breads.

 

When the doorbell sounded he felt reasonably confident that all was going to be okay.  Gil would be very impressed with his culinary skills.

 

He opened the door with a flourish, intending to wave Gil into his home.  But was taken aback when Gil moved forward most aggressively and pushed him into the wall; he kissed him hard and thoroughly, pushing his tongue into Nick’s mouth and tasting and exploring, in a fast and dominant manner. 

 

Nick managed to put his hands on Gil's shoulders and respond to the kiss, loving it as his mouth was fucked by Gil's tongue.  But he suddenly noticed that his front door was still wide open and heard a buzzer sounding from the kitchen.

 

He had to push Gil quite hard to disturb him from his task.

 

“Hey man, what’s with the urgency?   Close the door I gotta see to the curry...”

 

“I've wanted to do that to you for every moment since you left last night.”  Gil let Nick go and did as he was told and closed the front door and then followed Nick into the kitchen and he was about to capture Nick again, but Nick sidestepped him.

“I have spent hours slaving over a hot stove and man, you will enjoy this, or I’ll make you suffer.”

 

“Jesus, Nick, we’re not married.”

 

Nick smiled sweetly at him, clearly indicating that it meant, ‘not yet’.  “I promised you a homemade curry and a homemade curry is what you’re getting.  We can have sex any old time, but I ain’t gonna cook one of these again any time soon.”

 

Gil settled for smiling back because now that he had smelled the rich aroma close to, his salivary glands were working overtime.  “It smells good.”  He made his way to the kitchen with Nick trailing behind.

 

“It tastes better.”  Nick was confident.

 

“There’s a lot for two of us.”

 

“I made enough for four helpings so I’ll freeze half.”

 

“You are so efficient.”

 

“I know.  Everyone thinks you are.”

 

“I am.”  The he added after Nick’s eyebrows had raised a good inch.  “When I want to be.”

 

“That’s more like it.”

 

“Here we go...we can eat watching TV, I TiVo’d a Chicago Cubs game.”

 

Gil groaned as Nick mentioned the Cubs.  “I’ll be depressed if they lose.”

 

“I can cheer you up...I always do.”  Nick was smug in the knowledge that he did.

 

Nick had put the bhajis and samosas on one plate and handed two small plates for Gil to take into the living room.  He’d already put several sauces on the coffee table, a mint and yoghurt, a mango chutney and a spicy tomato and onion sauce. 

 

Nick set the dials to keep the food warm and followed Gil with the plate of food.  He found the relevant game on the TV and set it to play and as then they set about eating the delicacies.

 

In no time at all the plate was empty and they were sucking their fingers clean.

 

“Ready for the curry?”

 

“I think so, you?”

 

“Sure.”  Nick paused the game and then took the plates out and Gil went off to the bathroom to wash his hands.

 

Nick washed his at the kitchen sink and then put the meal together.  Two generous portions into dishes and the remainder into a plastic freezer container.

 

He put the garlic and Peshawari nan breads onto a plate and managed all three as he made his way back to Gil, the breads balanced precariously on top of one bowl.

 

“Here we go.”

 

They both pulled quite enthusiastically at the bread, chuckling at the heat of it making them keep dropping it and trying again, eventually breaking off sizable pieces for themselves.  Nick started the game again and they were set.

 

They dipped the bread and scooped up the curry with it and both laid unto their food with gusto.

 

A few minutes later Gil stopped eating to speak.

 

“This Nick, is the best curry I've ever tasted, you really can cook.  I take back all my sceptical thoughts.”

 

“You were having sceptical thoughts behind my back?”

 

“I admit it.”  He grinned at Nick and they went back to eating and watching the game, every so often groaning at a missed chance.

 

“Looks like you’ll have work on cheering me up.”

 

“Games not over yet, man.”  Though privately, Nick thought is was.

 

“A few minutes elapsed and each man started to slow down as the food filled them.  Gil was taking more drinks of his beer and so was Nick.  Gil fetched two new bottles from the fridge and opened them.  They took hefty swigs of the still ice cold liquid.

 

When he’d set the beer down and picked up his dish again, Gil spoke, huffing out a breath.

 

“This curry if great, Nick, no doubt about, but jeez, it’s hot.”

 

“Yeah...I followed the recipe but man, the chillies must have been extra hot.  You’re sweating up a storm!”  He ran his forearm over his own brow and realised he was just as wet.  He chuckled.

 

“What’s so funny?”

 

“Don’t think we’d better give each other blow jobs tonight...we’ll set our dicks on fire...”

 

The End