Title: Gone Fishing
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Jim/Gil

"I cannot believe that you've talked me into this." Gil Grissom said for the third time since they left Vegas behind.

"Gil, shut up, sit back and relax. Jesus, it's a vacation." Said Jim Brass, as he drove his car towards Lake Tahoe. Jim had been planning this fishing trip for months, and it had taken that long to talk Gil into it.

Jim had rented a lakeside cabin on the north side of the lake. It was privately owned and about ten miles from civilization. Jim's plan was to stop in the small tourist town near the cabin and load up with the groceries they would need for the long weekend.

"Just think, Gil, three days with no work, no cell phones, no traffic, no Vegas. Doesn't that sound great?"

"Just great." Gil said stubbornly.

Jim didn't comment again. He just drove in silence and Gil knew that he had sounded petulant and ungrateful. He was sorry. Jim was probably his best friend and Gil knew for all the gruffness, Jim had a heart of gold.

"I've never been fishing. Are you going to teach me?" Gil asked.

"Sure, I'll teach you. You're gonna love it. Just you and me and the great outdoors." Jim's enthusiasm was back and he continued to talk about trout, brim, bass and other assorted fish that he planned on catching.

They got to the little picturesque little town around six o'clock that night. Jim pulled into the parking lot of a small grocery store, which also served as the post office. The men got out of the car and spent a few seconds stretching their legs.

Jim grabbed a little shopping cart from the entryway and began shopping in earnest. They had not even got through two aisles and the little cart was overflowing.

"Jim, we are only going to be here for three days. Why are you getting all this stuff?" Gil asked indicating a bag of gourmet popcorn, three bags of chips, and two dozen eggs.

"You'll be surprised how hungry you get in the great outdoors." Jim said, tossing in a loaf of organic buttermilk bread.

"I don't think I'll ever be hungry enough to eat this." Gil said, pointing to a can of deviled ham.

"Hey, this is from someone who eats bugs." Jim grinned.

When Jim was finally finished going up and down every aisle in the small store, he stopped by a door marked 'office'. He knocked and the door opened to reveal a short, balding man.

"Jim Brass. I'm here to pick up the keys to the lake cabin."

"Oh, Mr. Brass. Nice to meet you. I'm George Wagner. I've got your key and map right here." He little man reached back and plucked an envelope off a cluttered desk. "Here you go. Did you find everything you needed?" He nodded towards the overflowing cart.

"Yeah, yeah I did. Thanks." Jim took the offered envelope and turned to go. "See you on Monday morning."

"Have a great time." Mr. Wagner began to shut the door, but paused. "Oh, did you remember your fishing licenses?"

"Crap, thanks for reminding me. Can we get them here?" Jim asked.

"Sure can. Just tell Jenny at the register what you need." Mr. Wagner shut the door.

Gil had stood silently during the whole exchange, just leaning on the cart. Once the door shut, he began to push the cart towards the checkout counter. Jim followed along. Both men unloaded the cart onto the conveyor belt. Gil kept making faces as he took things out of the cart. The young woman at the register grinned at the two men as she rang up the groceries.

"Ya'll been together long?" She asked in a very southern accent.

Jim looked at Gil. "What, about ten years now?"

"Something like that." Gil said.

"Ya'll are so sweet together."

"Yeah, he's real sweet." Jim said, apparently not picking up on the fact that the girl thought he and Gil were a couple.

Gil, who had picked up on it, just smiled sweetly at the girl.

"We'll need two fishing licenses also." Gil said, as he pulled out his wallet.

"I'll take care of the licenses. I'm the one who talked you into this." Jim said while he pulled a credit card out of his wallet.

"Jim, I told you that I'd pay half." Gil told Jim firmly.

"Okay, okay, have it your way." Jim said. "How much, Sweetheart?"

"The groceries come to $128.49 and the weekly licenses are $13.00 each." She said, handing Jim the receipt from the groceries and beginning to bag their purchases.

"I'll tell you what, I'll get the groceries and you get the licenses and you can throw in a tank of gas." Jim handed the girl his credit card.

Not wanting to argue and tired from the long trip, Gil said, "Fine." He held his credit card out to the girl also.

Soon, they were on the road to the cabin. Gil acted as navigator. The map was easy to read and pretty soon, they were pulling off the main road onto a small dirt driveway.

Even though it was 7:00, it was summer and there was still daylight left. Both of the men were impressed with the cabin. The yard was nice and neat and the cabin was only about thirty feet from the edge of the lake. There was a small dock and a small rowboat was tied to it. There was a large stone chimney on the front of the cabin and a wide front porch with two rocking chairs.

Jim was the first out of the car and he grabbed a few bags of groceries and headed up the steps to the porch. Gil grabbed a few more bags and followed. The cabin's front room was spacious and nicely furnished, the kitchen was separated from the living area by a large granite counter. Jim put the bags down and went to explore.

Gil was more interested in getting the car unloaded before it got dark. He headed back outside and picked up the last of the groceries. By the time he had put them down and returned with some of their luggage, Jim was back in the living room.

"This place is really nice. The bedrooms each have a queen size bed, so no fighting. There are two bathrooms and one has a shower with five shower heads. There may be a fight over that. And out back, there's a nice deck with a hot tub and a big gas grill."

"Nice. Let's finish unloading the car and I'll grill you a nice steak." Gil said as he walked back outside.

It only took two more trips to have everything out of the car. The luggage was stowed into the bedrooms, the fishing gear on the front porch and all the groceries were put away.

Gil stepped outside on the back deck and sighed. This was a really nice place. It wasn't his idea of a perfect vacation, not stuck out in the middle of the woods, but he would make the best of it. He hit the ignite button on the gas grill and when it was hissing nicely, he went back inside to prepare the steaks.

Pretty soon, the steaks were on, the potatoes were in the microwave and he had made a salad. Jim came out on the deck. He had changed out of his normal attire of slacks and button down shirt and was now wearing sweatpants and a LVPD t-shirt.

"I'm starving, when do we eat?" Jim asked, leaning against the railing of the deck.

"Getting ready to take them off now." Gil said as he reached for the plate he had brought out earlier.

The two men ate at the granite bar. The food was good and the companionship was nice and easy.

After dinner, they both cleaned up the kitchen and Jim told Gil that he was going to fish off the dock for a bit. After Jim had cleared out of the cabin, Gil felt at loose ends. He paced around, going in and out of each room until finally he decided to just try to get some sleep.

Before he turned in for the night, he walked out to the dock. Jim was just on the end, letting his feet dangle in the water, a fishing pole in one hand and a plastic tumbler of scotch in the other. Gil smiled to himself. Jim was something else.

"Catch anything?" Gil asked.

"Not a damn thing, but it sure is nice out here." Jim didn't turn around.

"I'm turning in. I'll see you in the morning." Gil made his way back down the dock.

Gil brushed his teeth, washed his face and put on a pair of flannel sleep pants. He crawled into the bed and got comfortable. He lay with his hands tucked behind his head, thinking of the people he worked with, old cases and finally on the girl at the grocery store. She thought of him and Jim as a couple. It was quite funny really. Jim was a straight as they came. Gil, as Jim liked to say, swung both ways. Jim was the only one of his co-workers that knew that and it did not seem to bother him one way or another.

He drifted off.

****

Gil awoke with sunlight streaming in his window. He actually heard birds singing. He could not remember the last time he had heard birds. His thoughts turned to Nick. Nick loved birds. At one time, he would have given anything for Nick to love him as well. But Nick was very much straight and Gil had given up on anything ever coming of the idea of Nick as a lover.

He rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom. He used the toilet and brushed his teeth, then walked out into the living room. He figured that Jim was still in bed, so he set about making a pot of coffee and grabbed an apple. He went out on the porch while he waited for the coffee to brew and ate his apple. The birds were still singing and he noted insect sounds as well. Maybe later, he could go exploring in the woods.

As he was pouring his first cup of coffee when Jim shuffled into the room.

"Morning." Jim mumbled. "Great, you made coffee."

Gil took down another mug from the cabinet and poured Jim a cup also.

"You are the man." Jim said taking the offered cup.

Both men showered and dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Jim grabbed the fishing gear and Gil packed a small cooler with drinks and a couple of sandwiches. They settled into the rowboat a short time later and took turns paddling out into the lake. Jim pointed out a secluded spot and he gave Gil the abridged version of Fishing 101.

Gil found the experience relaxing, even though he did not catch anything. Jim caught a few small brim, but nothing to write home about. It was 3:00 in the afternoon before they rowed back to the dock. Jim crawled out of the boat and onto the dock. Gil handed him all the gear and held out his hand for Jim to help him up. Jim grasped Gil around the wrist and pulled. Gil lost his balance and both men landed with a loud splash into the lake.

Gil came up sputtering and Jim came up laughing hysterically.

Gil watched his friend laugh for awhile before letting himself laugh at the situation. Jim and Gil made their way to the ladder nailed to the dock. Gil crawled up first.

"Nice ass." Jim said jovially.

Gil was so shocked he almost fell backwards. "Thanks, Jim." Gil couldn't hide the surprise in his voice.

"What? Can't a friend tell his friend that he has a nice ass?" Jim asked innocently.

"Yeah...I guess...It's just not something that you would normally do."

Both men picked up the fishing supplies and headed towards the cabin. Jim resumed the conversation, "How long have we known each other?"

"Ten years or so. Why?" Gil asked, setting his share of the fishing gear on the porch.

"Obviously not long enough for you to know that I'm not stupid." Jim put his stuff on the porch and they went into the cool interior.

"Who said anything about your being stupid?" Gil was really confused now.

"You don't think I picked up on what that teeny-bopper was implying, do you?" Jim dropped down onto the couch.

"Honestly, no, I didn't think you did." Gil also sat down, but in a chair across from Jim. "Did it make you uncomfortable?"

"Hell, no. Hey, I could do worse than you." Jim said propping his feet on the coffee table.

"Thanks, I think." Gil drew his eyebrows together.

"That didn't come out right. It was meant as a compliment. I just meant that you are a great looking guy, that's all." Jim seemed to be getting uncomfortable, so Gil decided to put him out of his misery and changed the subject.

"What's for dinner, it's your turn to cook tonight." Gil stood, went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

"I was going to fry up some fish, but that's out of the question. How does grilled chicken with grilled vegetables sound?" Jim asked. His head was laid back on the sofa and his eyes were closed.

"Sound great. I think that I'll sit out front and read for awhile. Let me know if you need help with dinner." Gil retrieved one of the books he brought and closed the front door behind him.

Jim must have dozed off, because he woke with a start. For a second, he wondered where he was, then he remembered. His watch told him it was after 5:00, so he rubbed his hands over his face and stood. He thought he'd better shower before fixing dinner. He walked down the hallway, thinking of those five showerheads and how good they would feel. He got halfway down the hall and heard the sound of the shower. Gil had beat him to it. Well, he'd just get his stuff together while he waited.

Once he had a pair of clean sweats, a towel and his toiletries in his hand, he went to the bathroom door. He was going to knock and yell at Gil to hurry up, but the door was slightly ajar. He did not know why, but he quietly pushed the door open.

Gil was in the shower, his back to the glass door. Jim could see Gil's body clearly through the glass. He did have a nice ass, Jim thought, then suddenly it became apparent that Gil was not just washing. He couldn't believe it, he had walked in on his friend jacking himself off.

"Oh, hell." Jim whispered to himself. He should go. He should just turn around and pretend he had not seen anything. But he didn't. He just stood there. He realized that he could just barely hear Gil's panting breaths.

Jim's breath caught as he realized that his cock was hardening in his jeans. Angry beyond words, he turned and stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door.

"Fuck. I'm not like Gil." Jim paced the small space by his bed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. What's going on?" He willed his erection to subside, but the thoughts of Gil masturbating in the shower were driving him crazy. He sat on the edge of his bed, breathing so fast he was almost hyper-ventilating. After several long minutes, he had himself under control. He heard the shower turn off and a few seconds later, heard the bathroom door open.

How could he face Gil. Gil couldn't have seen him in the bathroom, could he? He nearly jumped out of his skin when Gil knocked on the door.

"Hey, Jim, I'm hungry." Gil called out from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, okay, I'll be out in a sec." Jim said.

****

While Jim was puttering around in the kitchen, Gil lay on the couch reading his book. Occasionally, he glanced up at Jim. Jim had been acting strange since he came out of his room. Jim wasn't normally a moody person and Gil wondered what was up with his friend.

"Let's eat." Jim said more sharply than he meant too. Hell, it wasn't Gil's fault that he had gotten a boner.

Gil came into the kitchen and fixed his plate. "Where do you want to eat, inside or out?"

"Either one is fine. You pick." Jim's plate was piled high and he had a glass of scotch in his other hand.

"It's a nice evening, let's go out back." Gil opened the door and Jim followed him out. Gil sat his plate down on the small table and said, "I'm going to get a drink, do you need anything from the house?"

"Nah. Hey, I hate drinking alone, get yourself a scotch." Jim said as he began eating.

Gil went inside and since the bottle of scotch was out, he decided to have a glass. He joined Jim back on the deck and the two men ate in silence.

"Jim, look." Gil pointed out towards the tree line.

"What?" Jim said staring out into the dusk.

"Fireflies, Lampyridae Coleoptera." Gil continued to watch the glowing insects.

"Bugs." Jim said amused. "I might have known."

"Tell me that you've never caught fireflies in a jar." Gil pushed his plate away and leaned back in his chair.

"Sure, what kid hasn't?" Jim also leaned back.

They were silent again. Finally, Gil stood up. "I think I'm going to try out this hot tub."

"Have at it." Jim propped his feet up on the chair that Gil had vacated.

Gil went inside and rummaged around in his suitcase. He could have sworn he brought shorts. After dumping everything out, refolding it and putting his clothes back in the suitcase, he came to the conclusion that he must have forgotten shorts. Well, he could always wear a pair of boxers, after all, no one was here but Jim.

He shrugged of his shirt and slid the jeans down and off. His boxers were dark blue, so he felt comfortable.

He padded into the bathroom and grabbed a towel.

Jim scowled at him when he came outside. "Why are you in your underwear?"

"Forgot my shorts. These will do." Gil said as he slid the top off the hot tub and found the switch to turn it on. With his back to Jim, he could not see Jim's scowl deepen.

Gil swung his leg over the edge and settled in the water. He looked up to tell Jim that the water was great, and Jim wasn't there. The back door was wide open. Gil assumed that Jim went in to change.

Jim had stormed into the house after seeing Gil's boxers stretch over that nice ass of his. He's tempting me. First the shower, now this. Jim knew he was being irrational, but he could not help himself. He poured himself another glass of scotch and shot it down in one gulp. What a waste of good scotch, he thought to himself.

He could hear the hot tub and imagined Gil in the hot water, in those clingy boxers. He poured himself another one, it was gulped down quickly and refilled again. He was going for a walk, it would cool him off. He turned from the counter and the high quality scotch went straight to his head. He felt a wave of dizziness and his head felt full of cotton. He was well on his way to being drunk.

Instead of heading out the front door for his walk, he strode out the back door and walked right up to the hot tub. He leaned down on his elbows.

"Jim, I wondered where you went." Gil said pleasantly. "You should come in, the water feels great on my old bones. I'm thinking about buying one of these?"

"When was the first time you had sex with a man?" Jim's voice was slightly slurred.

"What?" Gil's eyebrows had shot up in shock. Jim knew he was bi-sexual, but they never talked about it.

"How does it feel?"

"Jim, how much have you had to drink?" Gil asked

"Enough. Can't you answer my questions?"

"Jim, I'm really not comfortable talking about this with you. Especially when you're drunk."

"So, I'm not good enough for you?" Jim's voice was raised. "Maybe you only like younger men. Good looking men, like Nick. I've seen him sniffing around you. Have you fucked him yet?"

Gil was silent, he was at a complete loss for words.

"Well, have you?" Jim demanded.

"Jim, I've never slept with Nick. As for the other, well, you've made it abundantly clear that you are straight. Are you upset because I haven't made a pass at you? Is this just an ego thing?" Gil's voice was touched with anger.

"I saw you in the shower." Jim declared and then he realized, even in his drunken state, what he had said aloud.

"Oh?" Gil stated simply. He was very embarrassed but he would not let Jim know.

"Who...who were....you thinking about?" Jim suddenly looked tired and miserable.

Gil suddenly felt sorry for his friend. "Jim, what do you want from me?" He said so softly that Jim barely heard him over the hot tub's jets.

"I want you to want me." Jim looked away from Gil.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Gil moved over and touched Jim's hand. "Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow, when you're sober."

"Yeah." Jim turned and went in the cabin.

Gil sank back in the water and closed his eyes. He could not think logically. Jim was his best friend, he would do nothing to jeopardize that. Could Jim just be bi-curious? Gil had always hated that word, he had seen it enough in personal ads.

Gil stayed in the hot tub for another fifteen minutes, giving Jim time to get into bed. He crawled out of the hot tub and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he picked up Jim's dirty plate and carried it to the kitchen. He quickly cleaned the kitchen and glancing at his watch, he realized it was only 7:30. He wasn't the least bit tired, so he grabbed his book and sank back on the couch.

Jim lay in his bed, tossing and turning. Even though he'd drunk a lot of scotch, he couldn't seem to fall asleep. Thoughts of Gil kept going through his head. Finally, he got out of bed and went down the hall to the living room. There was a single light on, and Gil was reading with his back to Jim. Jim bit his lip and tried to think of something to say.

He cleared his throat and said, "I'm going to make some coffee."

Gil jumped and almost dropped his book. He turned and saw Jim standing in the semi-darkened hallway. Jim wasn't wearing anything but white cotton boxers. The hair on his chest was gray, but he did not look at all bad for someone who was pushing 60.

Gil remained silent at Jim went into the kitchen and got a pot of coffee brewing. Jim stood in the kitchen staring out the window into the night. Gil watched Jim.

When the coffee was finally ready, Jim took a mug out of the cabinet and poured himself a cup. He grimaced as he took his first sip. He had deliberately made it very strong, he needed to sober up.

Gil was looking down, studying his fingers, not saying anything. Jim walked into the living room and sat in an armchair opposite of Gil.

Both men were lost in their own thoughts. Neither spoke for a long time. Jim finished his coffee and finally cleared his throat.

"I need to apologize."

"Jim, it's okay. You were just drunk; I didn't take anything seriously. You're my friend and always will be." Gil said quietly.

"See, that's just it, Gil, I was drunk, but I knew what I was saying." Jim stared down at his fingers gripping the coffee mug so hard that his knuckles were white.

Gil let out a long breath. He was unsure of himself and he did not like that feeling. He swallowed hard and spoke, "Jim, if you are just curious about having sex with a man, I understand. But I'm not going to fuck up a friendship because of it."

"It's not curiosity about having sex with a man, it's about having sex with you." Jim still would not meet his eyes. "I've always cared about you. You are my best friend and lately it just seems like you are on my mind all the time. For a while I just thought it was getting shot and almost dying, you know that can really fuck with your head. But you were there for me, you've always been there for me, even when I was being a dickhead."

"That's what friends are for, Jim. It still doesn't mean we have to consummate our friendship."

"Let's start this over....what if we weren't friends and had just met in a bar. If I made a pass at you, what would you do?" Jim asked.

"I'd probably go home with you." Gil said candidly.

"Really!" Jim grinned.

"Yes. But that doesn't change the here and now." Gil said.

"Just this weekend, couldn't you forget the work relationship and the friendship?" Jim asked earnestly.

"I don't know. Honestly. What if we fuck like rabbits and one of us lets our hearts get involved? What then?"

"We are both adults. We've seen a lot of shit in our line of work. We can handle it. I know we can." Jim knew that Gil was leaning towards his way of thinking by the way his eyes were shifting around the room. So, throwing caution to the wind, he stood and sat down next to Gil. His thigh was pressed against Gil's and he turned so he was facing him.

"For someone who has never had sex with another man, you seem awfully eager." Gil seemed amused. Jim's close proximity was beginning to unnerve Gil, after all Jim wasn't wearing anything but boxers.

"I haven't had my engine serviced in about eight years, you're damn right I'm eager." Jim grinned.

Gil smiled slightly. This situation could get out of control so easily. "Okay, against my better judgment, I'll think about this. During sex there are certain behaviors that some people cannot cope with and I need...."

He was interrupted by Jim. "Gil, Gil, you're being too clinical. I've lived in Vegas so long that I've seen everything. I think I know what happens during sex with two men."

Gil knew that Jim was bluffing. He knew when the moment came, if it came, Jim would be scared shitless. Maybe he should nip this in the bud. He'd play Jim's little game and push the issue and he was sure that Jim would back out.

"Okay, let's start in the hot tub. It's relaxing and it's a beautiful night. Get your clothes off." Gil stood and began undressing.

Jim surprised him by sliding out of his boxers down his legs and walking out to the hot tub. Gil followed at a more sedate pace. Jim crawled in the tub and watched Gil as he got in. "Want to hear something funny? In all the years we've known each other, I've never seen you when you weren't fully dressed."

"I'm 54, Jim. If someone is going in a pool, or lake, it's going to be one of the younger men."

"Can I touch you?" Gil was taken aback by Jim's forwardness. He had just known that Jim was going to get cold feet.

"Uh, sure." Gil was suddenly very shy.

Jim moved closer to Gil and reached up his hand to touch Gil's chest. "So smooth."

Gil's breath caught and his eyes closed. Jim's hand continued to move over the smooth planes of his chest. When he felt Jim's lips on his neck, his eyes flew open and he tensed up.

"Relax." Jim murmured.

Jim's hands seemed to be everywhere, on his nipples, lower on his stomach, back up to his shoulders. Gil was getting dizzy from the combination of those hands and the hot, bubbling water.

Gil was hard. Jim's lips were leaving tiny bites on his neck and jaw line. Suddenly, Jim threw his leg over Gil's lap, so that he was straddling him. Gil's erect cock, brushed against Jim's equally hard cock and both men gasped and made eye contact.

Jim's lips came down on Gil's tentatively, he explored for a few seconds and then the kiss became deeper, almost punishing. Gil's breath was rapid and his hips rose to increase the contact of their cocks.

"We should take this in the bedroom before we pass out from the heat." Jim panted and stood. Gil got his first look at Jim's cock. It was long, at least ten inches. Gil reached forward and grasped it.

Jim smiled. His wife used to comment on his size, so he knew that Gil was impressed. "I wish it were thicker too." He said bluntly.

"I don't." Gil said in awe.

"Come on, let's go to bed." Jim smiled as Gil reluctantly released his cock. Jim got out and walked inside still soaking wet. Gil grabbed up a towel and put it around his waist and followed.

Jim had entered his bedroom and turned as Gil entered. "Hey, none of that, I want to see you." He reached over and snatched the towel off of Gil.

"Ummmm, look at you." Jim reached down and gripped Gil's heavy cock. "So fucking hard."

Jim squeezed and Gil moaned. He released Gil's cock and sat on the edge of the bed. "I want your mouth on me." Jim's hand held up his cock and spread his thighs. Gil knelt down in front of him and gently moved his mouth over the length of Jim's shaft.

"Suck me hard, Gil." Jim guided his cock into Gil's mouth and thrust forward. Gil was shocked at Jim's forcefulness. He had never experienced rough sex, usually he was the one in control, but he found that this was very exciting.

Gil began sucking harder, squeezing Jim's balls and pumping the base with his other hand. He sucked faster and faster, wanting to bring Jim off.

Jim moaned, "Fuck, you're good at this. You like me fucking your mouth, don't you." Jim grabbed Gil's hair and pumped into his mouth. "Gonna come, gonna fill your mouth with cum. Yeah. Yeah." Gil felt the first spurts in the back of his throat and he swallowed fast to keep from choking. His mouth continued to work Jim's cock until it was soft and then he let it slip out of his mouth. His forehead rested on Jim's thigh.

"That was so good, baby." Jim crooned, his breath rapid and uneven. "Stand up." He ordered.

Gil did as he was told. He wondered how far Jim would go with this dominant behavior.

"Touch yourself."

Gil wrapped his hand around his cock and begin stroking his shaft up and down. Jim reached up and pinched Gil's nipples. Gil gasped. "Do you want me inside you, Gil?"

"Yes." Gil whispered.

"Then you better work at getting me hard again." Jim laid back on the bed and put his hands behind his head.

Gil climbed onto the bed and moved in between Jim's thighs. He began licking and kissing Jim's balls. Slowly, Gil took the flaccid penis into his mouth, moving his tongue around the head and across the slit. Gil worked his mouth up and down until Jim was semi-hard. Then he spread Jim's thighs with his hands and moved his head so that his mouth was over Jim's tight hole. He ran his tongue over the entrance several times before inserting his tongue inside the tight muscle. Jim moaned and spread his legs wider to give Gil more access. Gil continued to work on the tight entrance and was about to insert a finger, when he heard Jim's voice.

"Enough. I'm going to fuck you now." Jim's voice rang with authority.

"Yes. Anything you want." Gil kept his voice submissive.

"Get on your hands and knees." Gil complied and felt Jim's hands on his ass.

Gil remembered that Jim had never done this before and spoke softly, "Jim, I'm going to need some lubricant and stimulation to get ready for you."

"No, really?" Jim said sarcastically and then his hand came down hard on Gil ass. Gil felt the sting and cried out.

Jim's hand softly caressed the red mark he had left on Gil's ass. "I don't want to punish you, but I will if you speak without permission again. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Gil was tense, waiting for what Jim was going to do next.

Jim got off the bed and said, "Don't move."

It seemed to Gil that Jim was gone a long time. He heard the front door open and shut and a few minutes later, he heard it again. He could hear cabinets in the kitchen opening and shutting.

"Good boy." Jim's voice came from the doorway.

From Gil's position he could not see Jim until Jim put the pair of handcuffs on the nightstand. Gil bit down on his lip to keep from moaning out loud. Jim disappeared from view again and Gil felt Jim get on the bed again.

Something cool was poured into his crack and then Gil felt Jim's fingers sliding up and down the cleft of his ass. Down to his balls, cupping them, squeezing them. So slippery.

"Feel good, baby?" Jim asked.

"Yes." Gil was trying so hard not to move into Jim's touch. He wanted to thrust his hips until Jim's fingers were imbedded inside him. But he remained still.

Jim continued to tease Gil's entrance with his fingers, rubbing the outside only. Pausing occasionally to slide his palm across Gil's balls and up his shaft. Gil's breathing was erratic and he tried to remain still, but when Jim's finger finally pushed into his waiting hole, he pushed back and moaned the word 'please'.

Jim pulled his finger out and Gil gasped as Jim's hand came down on his ass once more. This time, he didn't stop with one, he struck Gil five times, each time a little harder. Gil whimpered.

"Bad boy." Jim said and thrust the head of his cock into Gil's entrance. It was lubed up, but not stretched and Gil cried out. There was a burning pain as it cleared the muscle. Jim stopped and let Gil adjust.

"I'm sorry, baby, but you were a bad boy and bad boys get punished." Jim remained still, with just the head of his cock inside Gil's tight entrance.

"Now, tell me what you want." Jim said, his hands rubbing softly over Gil's ass and upper thighs.

"Please fuck me." Gil whispered.

"Ummm, I plan on it, baby." Jim pushed in until his cock was all the way inside Gil. Gil felt so full. He had never had a cock this long before. He felt the pressure on his prostate and sweat beaded up on his forehead as he fought for control.

Jim slowly pulled out and then thrust back in, harder and faster, again and again. Gil was panting and grunting with each thrust.

"You're so fucking tight." Jim panted. "I'm going to fill you up."

Gil's hands clinched the pillow in front of him. He needed to touch himself, he wanted to come so bad. He silently begged Jim to let him finish. He could feel Jim's testicles brushing against his with each thrust.

"Make yourself come, Gil." Jim commanded and Gil hurried to obey. His hand reached down and wrapped around his cock and he began jerking himself off, panting and moaning until his orgasm racked his body.

Jim felt Gil tighten around his cock and he gripped Gil's hips and began to violent pump into him. He screamed as his cum poured into Gil.

Jim pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Gil slid his knees down until he too was lying face down on the bed. There was no sound except for their harsh breathing.

"Jim?" Gil finally could breath well enough to speak. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

Jim managed a small laugh, "No, but I did fail to mention a video borrowed from Lady Heather."

"Bastard." Gil said without raising his head.

"But you loved it." Jim replied.

"Yeah, but how are we going to top it?" Gil asked innocently.

"That's why I brought in the handcuffs. Now get some sleep, because we're going fishing in the morning."

"Is that a euphemism for something else?" Gil asked dryly.

"Oh yeah." Jim said and began to snore softly.

THE END