Title: Fly On the Wall
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Note: sequal to Lady Heather's Party.

Nick Stokes was a handsome man.  He stayed in shape, had a job that he loved even though it sometimes was so emotionally draining that he wanted to lock himself in his home and cry.  He did several things to ease the stress.  Sometimes he went paragliding.  Sometimes he would go out to Lake Mead and walk around bird watching all day.  But sometimes, he just wanted hot, mind-blowing sex.

Because Nick was who he was, a handsome Texan with more charm than should be legal, sex shouldn’t have been a problem.  But today, with the conclusion of a long, drawn out case involving domestic violence, Nick did not want a woman.  Sex with women was great, but they needed holding, cuddling and sweet talk.  No, Nick was craving sex with a man.  Men were different.  The few times he had sex with a man over the last few years were great.  He loved the feeling of a man’s hands on his body and in his opinion, no one could give head better than another man. 

Unfortunately for Nick, being in law enforcement, even in a town as populated as Las Vegas, finding a willing partner was difficult.  He couldn’t go to the gay bars because with his bad luck, he would see someone he knew and his alternate lifestyle would be all over the department.  The Crime Lab was tolerant of homosexuals, Bobby was a perfect example, but Nick wasn’t gay.  He loved women, but sometimes he just wanted dick.  He just didn’t think his friends would understand that.

Nick was thinking about his options, or lack thereof, when the idea came to him.  Glancing at his watch, he decided to take his dinner break early.  Even at three in the morning, he knew that she would be there.   He jumped up and made his way to central filing. 

He told the clerk which file he wanted and waited patiently while she retrieved it.   Taking the offered file, he looked around to make sure everyone was busy and not paying attention to him, he went back into the trace lab.  He found the phone number he needed and made the call.

Five minutes later, he spied Catherine coming down the hall.  

“Cath, I’m going to take my break now.  I’ll be back in an hour or so.” 

“Sure, Nick. “  With her head buried in a file, she really didn’t pay much attention.

It took Nick about fifteen minutes to get to the large house just outside of town.  He had been fine until he pulled up outside.

“What in the hell am I doing?”  He muttered.  He continued to sit, letting the engine idle.  Another song came and went on the radio.  Still mumbling to himself, he turned the key and pulled it out of the ignition. 

He knocked on the large wooden door and took a step back.  The door was opened a few seconds later by Lady Heather, herself. 

“Come in, Mr. Stokes.”  She stepped back so he could enter.   He stepped over the threshold and paused. 

“Don’t be nervous, I don’t bite.”  She said with a smile.  “Unless you want me too.”  She finished with a soft laugh.

Nick gave her a nervous laugh and followed her into her parlor.  There was a nice fire in the hearth and the room looked inviting.  It reminded him of his grandmother’s house.   The room was furnished in antiques and Nick was impressed.

“Mr. Stokes, please sit down.  Would you like some coffee?”  I asked.

“Nick.  Please call me Nick.  Coffee would be great.  Thank you.”  He said with a slight stutter that she found endearing.

She poured him some coffee from a china pot  and offered him sugar and cream.   Lady Heather passed Nick his cup and  sat down across from him and sipped her own coffee. 

Nick looked at everything in the room but Lady Heather.   She remained silent, observing him.  Finally, after several minutes had ticked by, she spoke.

“Nick?  Would you like to tell me why you made an appointment to see me?”

He stared at his hands for some time, just holding onto the coffee cup and then he looked up and met her eyes.

“Lady Heather, I’m bi-sexual.  Being associated with the LVPD, I can’t go to bars to hook up with a…you know…a guy.  It’s easy to find women to hook up with, but sometimes…sometimes I just want to…you know….”

He paused to catch his breath.  His words came out in a rush.

“Anyway, I was hoping that you could…you might know of…a place.  Someplace discreet.”

Lady Heather steepled her hands and gave it some thought.  The room was so quiet that Nick could hear the ticking of the clock on the mantle above the fireplace. 

“I have a special party here at The Dominon once a month.  It is by invitation only.  Though it may not be your cup of tea.” 

“Why?  What kind of party is it?”  Nick finally looked at her.

“Young men, such as yourself, are offered to a select clientele.  For a price.”

“No, oh no.”  Nick shook his head adamantly.  He wasn’t going to be prostituted.

“I did not think you would be interested, even though the clientele that pay my price are very interesting men.  Men with a great deal of power, men you may find attractive.”

Again, he shook his head.

“Nick, let me ask you something.  Have you ever played a submissive roll with your previous lovers?”

“Look, I don’t get into chains and whips and stuff like that.”  Nick looked ready to bolt out the door  but Lady Heather placed her hand gently over his and he met her eyes.

“Nick, I’m not talking about whips and chains, but I’ve always said, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.  I was asking if you played a more submissive part by being a bottom.”

“Oh.  Well….”  He blushed.  Nick’s mind was racing.  He hadn’t had that many male lovers.  In fact, he could count them on both of his hands.  Most of the time, he did like to be the bottom, but he had been a top on a few occasions.  Both types of experiences turned him on.

“Mostly…I like being…you know….bottom.”

“Let me describe my parties in more detail before you make your decision.  First of all, there is a limited number of invitees.  The clients are in two groups, the gallery and the floor.  The gentlemen in the gallery watch from a balcony above the floor, they can’t touch unless they pay a higher price for a private show.  The gentlemen on the floor are allowed to touch the submissives.  They can touch you, arouse you and ask that you arouse them.  Sometimes that is all they want, mostly they ask a submissive for permission to have a private show.”

“Define ‘show’.”  Nick asked quietly.  Nick could not help himself, he was  getting intrigued by the idea.

“I have a number of private rooms.  The clients pay for the room and a price for the submissive’s time.  They must tell me, or one of my staff, what they desire from the submissive.  I talk to the submissive and see if he has similar wants and if so, they are given a room.”

“So, these submissives can say no?”

“Definitely.”  Heather assured him.  “All the clients are specially screened by an investigator that I hire.  If there are any concerns, I take them off the client list permanently.  The submissives are all men who are similar to you.  They either have high profile jobs and want discretion or they are afraid to do the bar scene and are having trouble finding suitable partners.”

“What kinds of things to they want the submissives to do?”

“Well, that depends on the clients.  We have established couples who just want a threesome with someone safe.  We have clients who like to spank.  We have clients who like to tie their submissive up and basically, have their way with them.  We have clients who just want to have a simple affair with a nice looking man.  Tastes vary with each client.  I have to add that all my submissives come back for more.  I have had only one incident where the client got a little out of control, but he has been banned and the submissive involved still loves to come and play.”

“I don’t know…this isn’t something that I…”  Nick let his words trail off. 

“One of my submissives is here today, why don’t I introduce you and he can talk to you about his experiences.  You might be more comfortable with asking him questions and he can give you first hand experience.”  She stood up and being a well mannered Texas boy, Nick stood too. 

“I’ll be right back.  Just relax and make yourself at home.”   As she left the room, Nick was sitting back down.

Nick took another sip of his coffee.  He figured that it wouldn’t help to talk to the guy.  He was obligated to do anything and he knew he could leave with no consequences.   He let himself relax and picked up a book of poetry left on the table.   He remembered having to memorize one of Robert Frost’s poems in high school and was  happy to find it inside the book.

Nick heard their footsteps in the hall and stood up as Lady Heather and a nice looking young man  entered the room. 

“Nick, this is Jacob.  Jacob has been with me for two years now and is putting himself through medical school.  Jacob, Nick Stokes.”

The two men shook hands and Nick couldn’t help but look him over.

“I’m going to leave you two.  I’ll be back in about thirty minutes, if you need anything, just use the house phone, Jacob.”

“Thanks, Lady Heather.”  Jacob was already sitting in the chair that Lady Heather had vacated earlier.

“So, what is it you want to know?”  Jacob asked.

Nick had assumed they guy would be dressed in leather and dog collars, and he had been surprised to find that Jacob was in jeans and a t-shirt that said ‘Ski Colorado’. 

“So, you’re in med school?” 

Jacob nodded his head and leaned forward.  “Look, Nick.  Lady Heather told me your situation and let me tell you that I was in your position once.  My parents don’t know about my ‘employment’.  They are a middle class family in San Diego.  They couldn’t afford my college tuition and I told them that I would work my way through school.  I got accepted in school here and moved everything I owned.  I lived in a flea ridden, pay by the week motel  and got a job in a diner.  I hated it, but I did what I needed to do.  After months of scraping by, eating people’s leftovers from the diner, I met a cool guy named Joseph.  We hit it off and became friends.”  At Nick’s look, Jacob added, “No, not lovers.”

Jacob continued.  “He told me about Lady Heather’s place and the rest is history.  I make more than enough money to pay for school and I have a decent apartment. 

You see, I want to be a doctor in this town.  I couldn’t hang out in gay bars.  Not to mention that I wanted a higher caliber of men.”  He grinned.  “I love older, rich men.”

“So here, I get to play and I get paid for it.”  Jacob finished with a grin.  “And discretion is an extra perk.”

“So, what are the men like?  What do they want you to do?  How often to you…you know….?”  Nick had been impressed with the younger man, but still a bit apprehensive about the whole thing.

“The men are all different.  Most are rich.  Most are older.  I haven’t ever been approached by someone that I didn’t like.  As far as what they want, well, believe it or not, most of them just want to have a lover that enjoys their company.   Usually, it’s just a blowjob or a fuck.  Sometimes, they want a bit of kink, but I’ve never had one ask something that I wasn’t willing to do.   Your last question was how often.  Well, let’s see.  I work for Lady Heather three days a week and then do a party on occasion.”

“I have a job and don’t need money, I just want to meet a nice guy to have some fun with every once in a while.”

“You can have that here.  At the party will be all kinds of men, from all walks of life.”

Nick nodded and soon the conversation turned to sports.

Nick and Jacob stopped talking when Heather entered and both stood up.

“Lady Heather, I’ve talked Nick’s ears off, but now I’ve got to get back to the books.  I’ve got finals next week.”  Jacob leaned over and brushed his lips on Heather’s cheek before he left the room.

“I guess I should go too.”  Nick said.  Now that Lady Heather was back, he became a bit jittery.

“I’ll see you out.”  Heather turned and led the way to the front door.

“I’ll come.  I scared shitless, but I’ll come.”  Nick told her when they got to the door.

“Nick?”

When he turned back to face her again, She smiled and told him the date and time.   He blushed again.

“Oh, yeah.  Thanks.”  Nick said quietly and turned again to walk to his vehicle.  Once inside, he exhaled loudly and shook his head.  What had he gotten himself into?

****

The next three days went by rapidly for Nick.  Work was extremely busy with Sara out on vacation and a few of the lab rats down with some stomach virus that was going around.  Because they were short on staff, Nick worked most of his cases solo.  He did get to spend some of his time with Grissom though.  He’d had to ask his advice on a few things and of course, Grissom signed off on his files as he closed them. 

Nick had a thing for Grissom.  He had from his first day.  Oh, he knew that Grissom was straight, if not asexual from what the office gossip said, but it did not stop him for secretly lusting after the man.  He’d jerked off many times to a fantasy of Grissom pushing his head into his lap and begging for a blowjob.

Knowing that would never happen didn’t stop Nick’s hero worship of Gil Grissom and over the years of working together, Nick had come to think of Grissom as a friend. 

Grissom’s voice broke Nick out of his thoughts.  “Nicky, just wanted to tell you that you did a great job on the Simmons case.”
“Thanks, Griss.”  Nick blushed to the roots of his hair.  He had been caught having lustful thoughts of his boss and then the subject of those thoughts walks in.

“You’ve taken off tonight, I see.”  Grissom said questioningly.

“Yeah, something came up.  Is it going to be a problem?”

“No, not at all.  I’ve got the night off too, so it was going to leave us really understaffed, but Ecklie said one of his day shift guys needs a few extra hours and he’ll be covering for us.”

“Great.  Thanks.”  Nick watched Grissom’s butt as the older man walked away.  He sighed and went back to the report he had been writing before the daydreaming had started.

Several hours later, Nick was digging through his closet.  He thought that he’d had one pair of chinos that were cleaned and pressed, but he could not find them anywhere, which meant he would have to iron a pair.  He hated ironing with a passion. 

After ironing the slacks and touching up the white shirt with the hot iron, Nick took a long shower, shaved and splashed on a bit of cologne.  He’d gotten his boxer briefs halfway up his legs and remembered his phone call to Lady Heather earlier.   Pulling them back off and tossing them into the drawer, he turned to pull on the slacks.  He really hated not wearing underwear.  He knew a lot of men that loved to go ‘commando’, but he just didn’t like the feel of his family jewels dangling around. 

Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, he suddenly had an attack of nerves.  He sat heavily on the end of his bed and stared at his hands.  For a brief moment, he thought of calling the whole thing off, but he had told Jacob and Lady Heather that he would be there.  They both told them that there was no pressure.  Taking a deep cleansing breath, Nick stood and slipped on his shirt and buttoned it up, looked in the mirror and undid another button.  Might as well feel a bit sexy, he thought as he picked up his wallet, cell phone and keys.

****

The circular driveway around the large house was packed with cars.  Mercedes to SUVs, even a Volkswagon Beetle.  Grinning, Nick just knew that was Jacobs.  When he walked past it and looked at the plates, he laughed out load.  MD2BE were the figures on the Nevada plates.  Nick knew he would have to tease the young med student about that.

When Nick knocked on the door, he was surprised that Jacob answered the door. 


“Hey, glad you made it.  Joseph was watching the door and saw you get out of your truck.  I didn’t want you to chicken out, so I told him that I’d come get you.”  Jacob looked Nick up and down, taking in the pressed pants and white shirt which against Nick’s tanned skin, looked awesome.

“Looking good, dude.”  Jacob grinned at Nick.

“Thanks.”  Nick shifted from one foot to the other nervously.  “I’m just not sure…”

Before he could finish, Jacob grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.   “Come on, you work with criminals every day, don’t be such a chickenshit.  You want to get laid, don’t you?”

Relaxing a bit, Nick let himself be led down the long hallway.  Opening a large door, Jacob turned and said, “Show time.”

Nick’s eyes did a quick scan of the room and was slightly taken aback at all the men standing around.  There was a bar across the room and most of the men were there.  Everyone was talking and laughing and upon closer inspection, Nick notice a few of the men were touching each other intimately.  He felt really self-conscious when several men turned in his direction and openly appraised him.

Jacob let go of his hand and whispered, “You’ll get hit on a lot, you can afford to be choosy.” 

Jacob was correct.  Soon, Nick had several men all standing around him and he did find himself at ease.  The gentlemen were all very nice and Nick could tell that they would like to get to know him better.  None of them were Grissom, but since that would never happen, he may as well get some action.

Nick looked up and grinned as Lady Heather made her way towards him.

“Gentlemen, may I steal a few minutes of Nick’s time.  I promise I’ll let him come back to you.  It won’t take but a minute.”

Nick followed her out of the men’s earshot.  “So, are you enjoying yourself?” 

“Yeah, Yes, Ma’am.  I was nervous at first, but everyone is so nice.” 

“I’m glad.  Have you seen anyone that interests you yet?”

Nick gave a sheepish grin.  “There are a couple that I wouldn’t kick outta bed.”

“You are so charming, Nick Stokes.  Now, go back to your new friends and just let me or one of the staff know if you need some privacy.”   Lady Heather turned and walked to the bar.

Nick joined the group of men he had been standing with before for a few minutes and then excused himself to get a drink from the bar.  While he was waiting, he felt someone come up behind him. 

“I would really love to see that beautiful ass of yours without those pants.”

Nick spun around and met the blue eyes of a very distinguished man in his mid-fifties.  Nick noticed that he was in excellent shape and he found him attractive, very attractive.

“Maybe that can be arranged.”  Nick said, surprising himself at his boldness.   The bartender handed Nick his drink and he turned his attention back to the other man.

“Nick.”  Nick said, holding out his hand.

“Stan.”  Stan took the offered and hand allowed his to remain connected to Nick’s for a few minutes longer than necessary. 

“I find you very attractive, Nick.  I’ve never seen you at one of Lady Heather’s parties before.”

“This is my first time.  And thanks for the compliment.  The feeling is very much mutual.”  Nick was surprised again at the way he was acting.  Normally when meeting someone for the first time, he was a little more reserved with his speech.  He was usually open and friendly, but never like this.

Boldly, Stan moved forward into Nick’s personal space and leaned forward a little.  In a conspiratorial voice, he asked, “Do you mind if I see if your ass is as tight as it looks?” 

Nick looked into the blue eyes and smiled.  “It is, but you can.”

Nick felt Stan’s strong hand on his right ass cheek and felt his dick harden.  The hand was firmly rubbing from Nick’s waistline down to where his thigh started.  Stan moved closer and whispered in his ear.

“It feels so good, I would love to see it in front of me as I slide my hard dick into it.” 

Nick felt heat envelop him.  It had been so long since he had sex with anyone but his right hand that he wanted Stan to throw him on the carpet and take him then and there.

Nick’s face turned to Stan and just when he thought Stan was going to kiss him, Joseph walked up and cleared his throat. 

“Excuse me, gentlemen, Mr. Stokes, Lady Heather wants me to tell you something privately.”  He backed up a few steps and waited until Nick disengaged himself from Stan. 

“I’ll be right back.”  Nick whispered.

“Mr. Stokes, there is a gentleman in the gallery that wants you for a private matter.  Apparently, he has paid Lady Heather for the rest of your evening.”

“Tell her and the gentlemen thank you, but I’ve found someone that I want to spend my evening with.”  As soon as he said it, he looked up to the railing.  He had not even noticed it before now.  Standing along the rail were several men, all looking down at the lounge.  Then Nick saw Lady Heather and he almost choked when he saw who was standing next to her.

“Fuck.”  Gil Grissom stood at the railing and his eyes locked with Nick’s.  Nick thought that it was the angriest he had ever seen Grissom look.  Now his secret was out and Nick felt waves of embarrassment and despair.  The one man that he wanted to impress, the man he looked up to more than anyone else except his father and Gil Grissom now knew his dirty little secret.

His mind was reeling as he let himself be lead out of the room by Joseph.  Had Lady Heather did this to humiliate him?  Was it a perverse joke to her? 

Joseph had led him down a hallway lit with old fashioned gas lamps and stopped before a door with the number eight engraved into the wood.  “Mr. Grissom will be here shortly.” 

Joseph looked at the other man’s stricken face.  “Hey, are you okay?  If you don’t want this, I can tell Lady Heather and she’ll make sure Mr. Grissom knows you aren’t interested.”

“Not interested?  That’s a joke.”  Nick said harshly.  “He’s probably here to fire me.  I can’t believe she did this to me.”

“What are you talking about?  Mr. Grissom is a nice man and Lady Heather wouldn’t harm a fly.”

“Yeah, right.”  Nick said with a sneer.  And then it hit him.  Something Joseph said.

“Wait a second.  How do you know Gil Grissom?”

“Mr. Grissom is a regular to Lady Heather’s parties.  That’s how I know he’s a nice guy.”

Nick leaned against the wall to keep from falling.  He felt a bit dizzy.  “Gil Grissom likes other men?”  He mumbled to himself.

“Yes, he does.  He’s been with Rick several times and Rick says he’s really hot.  Rick looks a lot like you, maybe that’s why he picked you tonight.  He likes dark hair, dark eyes and it’s funny but he makes Rick use an accent….like someone from Georgia or something…no wait, Texas.  Yeah, that’s it.”

Nick’s head snapped up.  “I don’t fucking believe this.” 

“Hey, do you want him to meet you in this room or not.  I need to let Lady Heather know something.”

“Yes.”  Nick said with new conviction.  “Send him on down.”

Nick entered the room and looked around.  The room was nice.  A huge antique bed was centered on the far wall.  Smoky mirrors were on one wall and there was a beautiful dresser with huge oval mirror on the right side of the room.  The window was covered with heavy drapes that matched to velvet bedspread.  Nick went to the window and looked out.  The view was of, what Nick assumed, the back of the house.  Letting the rich material fall from his fingers, he turned and paced the room.  He felt a bit sick to his stomach.  Did Grissom want him or did he just want to make sure that Nick kept his secret.  Nick laughed softly.  Now both of them had a secret.

Nick was startled by a soft knock at the door.   He took a deep breath and opened the door.  Nick looked into Gil Grissom’s blue eyes and the investigator in him saw the evidence in front of his eyes.  Grissom did want him.  He moved to one side, so that the other man could enter the room.

Grissom moved inside without speaking.  Nick watched as he mimicked Nick’s actions earlier.  He looked around the room quickly and then stepped to the window.  After pulling aside the draperies, Gil spoke. 

“When it’s daylight outside, you can see a beautiful garden there.  Heather loves roses.  You would like it, Nicky.  She keeps a few birdfeeders and there are always several different species of birds flying around.”

“Griss, I….”

Grissom held up his hand and Nick stopped speaking.  He finally turned away from the window and looked at Nick.

“I’ve always wanted you.  Of course, you wouldn’t know that because I made sure that nothing I said or did would reflect that.  I was harsher on you than the others, and I must apologize for that.  I don’t know what to do about this.”  Grissom moved his hands to encompass the two of them. 

“Seeing you tonight, finding out that you were bi-sexual  was a bit much to take in at one time.  Then seeing that son of a bitch with his hands on you…..”  Grissom turned abruptly and went back to the window.

“I have to apologize for taking you away from him.  I just couldn’t watch that.  I really just wanted to tell you that your secret is safe with me and I won’t interfere again.”  Grissom turned again and gave Nick a sad smile and moved towards the door.

“Gil Grissom, you best stop right there.  You can’t just waltz out of here after your little speech.  I get to give a little speech too.”

Grissom looked at Nick with wide eyed wonder.  This was a Nick he had never seen before.

“I’ve always wanted you too, Griss.  I just assumed you were straight, but how was I to know.  You don’t let anyone get too close.”  Grissom winced at the harsh tone in Nick’s words.

Nick continued.  “Then I find out tonight that you like men too.  In fact, I found out that you liked men who had dark hair and eyes and put on a Texan accent and that’s how you get your rocks off.  Did you imagine that it was me?  Did you?”

Grissom had the grace to look ashamed but before he could answer, Nick went on.

“Did you happen to get a look at the man that had his hands on my ass?  Let me tell you something, Gil Grissom, you aren’t the only one with some fucking hangup.   The guy was your age, built like you and even had eyes the same intense blue as yours.   What do you think about that?” 

Grissom looked at the angry man in front of him and took in the tense muscles and the clenched fists and made his decision.  He stepped forward and before Nick could react, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.  Nick remained stiff against him for long enough that Grissom was beginning to think he made a huge mistake, but then Nick’s arms came up and Grissom felt his hands on his waist.  The kiss deepened and before either man knew what had happened, they were horizontal on the bed. 

Grissom was the one who broke the kiss and pushed himself back from Nick.

“Nicky?  Are you sure about this?  Is this really what you want?”

“More than anything.  I’ve fantasized about this for years.”  Nick was still slightly out of breath.

Grissom grinned, “Really?  You’ve fantasized about me?”

“Don’t let it go to your head.  Now, where were we?”  Nick smiled wickedly as he began to unbutton Grissom’s shirt.

Whispered words, soft laughter and the labored breathing of the two men were the only sounds that came from Room Eight for the next several hours. 

When the door finally opened it was after midnight.  The men left the house through the front door and walked down the stone path to their vehicles.  There were still several cars parked around the front of the property since Lady Heather did most of her best business at night.

When the couple got to Grissom’s Denali, they stopped and looked at each other.  Suddenly both men felt nervous.  Nick wondered if Grissom would have regrets about getting involved with a subordinate and Grissom wondered if Nick would think he wasn’t as good as his fantasies.

“Griss….”

“Nicky.”

Both men spoke at once and both stopped and laughed quietly. 

“You first.”  Nick said.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to come to my house and…have a cup of coffee or something.  I’ll understand if you have other plans…”

“I would love to come to your house.  I’d rather have the something else instead of the coffee though.”  Nick grinned at the other man.

“Well, I think I have beer and sodas, of course.” 

“God, Griss.  For a smart man, you sure are dense.”

At his quizzical look, Nick laughed.  “I want more sex.  I want to just be with you.”

Grissom smiled.  “I want that too.  At least the getting to know you part.  I’m not sure I’ll be up for sex for a few hours yet.”

Nick laughed.  “We’ll just have to see about that.”  Nick leaned in and gave Grissom a soft kiss and backed up.  “See you at your place.  Drive carefully.”

****

Grissom woke with a start.  Something was different.  For one thing, it was morning and he was usually getting ready for bed instead of laying in it already.  He sat up and his hand brushed again a lean hip.  Looking down at Nick sleeping, he closed his eyes and sighed.  It wasn’t a dream after all.  Quietly, he got out of bed and slipped on his boxers that were on the floor by the bedroom door.  It seemed Nick liked to sleep in the nude and wanted Grissom to also.  Shaking his head in amusement, he went downstairs to start coffee.

With the coffee brewing and the quick perusal of the contents of his refrigerator, Grissom decided that he may have to run to the bakery a few blocks away to get something that resembled breakfast.  He was halfway up the stairs again when he almost ran into a very naked Nick Stokes.

“Morning, Griss.”  Nick said.  Nick was not a bit shy about his body and Grissom took a few seconds to appreciate it before speaking.

“You are gorgeous.”  Gil said as his wondering eyes connected with Nick’s.

Nick grinned and tucked his hand into the front of Gil’s boxers.  He gave it a tug so that Grissom was up against him.  “Come back to bed.”

Grissom laughed.  “Are you always this horny?”

Nick joined in his laughter.  “Hey, this is years of built up frustration.”

Grissom reached down and wrapped his hand around Nick’s hard cock.  Nick’s swift intake of breath caused Grissom laughter to die in his throat.  He continued to watch Nick’s face as his hand stroked slowly up and down the shaft.  Grissom let his thumb rub over the head, slick with precum.    Nick’s moan of pleasure excited Grissom and his own erection had nudged its way out of the slit in his boxers.  Stroking himself with his other hand, Grissom knelt down and took Nick’s cock into his mouth.  Nick gripped the stair rail with one hand and held onto the wall with the other. 

Gazing down at his lover, Nick could not believe that this was happening.  He had dreamed about it for so long.  Grissom looked up and met his eyes.

“God, that feels so good.”  Nick said huskily.

Grissom’s hand stroked the base while his mouth worshiped Nick’s cock, occasionally stopping to lick and gently suck on his balls. 

“I’m gonna come.”  Nick panted.  He did not think his knees would hold him up much longer.  His hips involuntarily pumped faster and faster until he exploded into his lover’s mouth.  Grissom continued to lick and gently suck Nick’s cock until it was drained as he pumped his own cock to completion. 

Nick watched as Grissom groaned and shot his semen onto the stair.  He eased himself to a sitting position on the stairs and gathered an out of breath Grissom into his arms.  He kissed Grissom’s neck and moved to his ear, where he whispered, “I’ve always loved you.”

Grissom’s lips met Nick’s and they kissed for a few seconds before Grissom groaned loudly.  “Nicky, as much as I’d love to kiss you all day, my knees are killing me.”

Nick chuckled and stood up, pulling Grissom up with him.  “Come on, old man, let’s grab a shower and I’ll buy you breakfast.”

Grissom swatted Nick’s bare ass.  “Old man?  I’ll bend you over and spank your beautiful ass.” 

Nick laughed and rubbed his stinging cheek.  “Ow.”

****

Less than 30 minutes later, the men were in Grissom’s Denali heading to the bakery. 

“Griss, I’ve been thinking…”

“Nick.  We’ve had sex, don’t you think you can call me Gil?”

Nick had the grace to blush, but he smiled warmly.  “Okay, Gil, I think we need to tell Lady Heather that she did okay, ya know.  I mean…I was having some bad thoughts about her because I thought she’d …like set me up, ya know?”

Grissom nodded.  “Yes, I do know.  The last time I saw her, I wasn’t very nice because I thought she had gone too far.  Now, all I want to do is thank her for opening my eyes and giving me you.”

Nick grinned.  “Ah, Gil, you’re so romantic.”

Gruffly, Grissom said, “Don’t tell anyone, it would ruin my reputation.”

The bakery was crowded so they decided to get their pastries to go.  “So, where to from here?”  Nick asked as he sipped his hot coffee.

“ I think we have two stops to make and then I thought we would get some sleep so we will be productive at work tonight.”

“Good idea.”  Nick finished his pastry and leaned back wondering what the two stops were, but as long as he was with Gil, he didn’t care where they went.

Grissom pulled up to a florist’s shop and Nick gave him a questioning look.  “Don’t you usually say thank you to a woman with flowers?”  Grissom asked.

Comprehension showed on Nick’s face and he grinned as they both got out of the truck. 

The shop smelled wonderful to Nick and he browsed the assorted small gifts and floral bouquets.  Grissom had already went up to the counter and was speaking to the clerk.

“I want a single yellow rose, please.”

Nick looked up.  “Oh man, not that.”  The clerk paused in writing up her ticket.

Grissom turned to look at Nick.  “Yes, that.  She gave me a Texan and I want to thank her for that.”

“That’s corny, man.”  Nick said with a grin.

With the beautiful flower in his hand, Nick got into the truck beside Grissom.  “You really are a softy, aren’t you?”
“No.”  Grissom’s tone was gruff.

“Oh, yeah.  I’m liking this side of you, Gil.  I can’t wait to learn more.  Do you like bubble baths too?”

“Shut up, Nick.  Shut up before I spank that ass.”

“Promises, promises.”  Nick chuckled at Grissom’s look.

Grissom pulled through the gate and up to the front door.  This time of morning, the drive was free of cars.  Nick tucked the rose behind his back and followed Grissom up the walkway.

When the door opened, Lady Heather looked tired and contrite, but when she saw both men smiling at her, her expression changed to confusion.  Actually, Nick was smiling, it was more of a sheepish grin. 

“We just wanted to stop by and say thank you for meddling in our lives.”  Gil said.

“You’re welcome.”  Lady Heather said.  “Is there something that I need to know?”

“We could have gone on for years not knowing how we felt about each other.  So, we just wanted to say thank you.”  Nick said while pulling a single yellow rose from behind his back.

“Oh, Nick.  Thank you.”  Lady Heather looked from one man to the other and noticed Gil’s hand resting possessively on Nick’s hip.

“We don’t want to keep you, we have some…errands…to run, so we’ll be in touch.”  Gil moved to step away from the door.

“So that’s what they are calling it these days.”  Lady Heather said with a knowing smile.

Gil actually blushed and Nick laughed out loud.  He was still laughing as the two men got into their SUV.  As they pulled away, Gil looked out the window and gave Lady Heather a quick nod of his head.

THE END