Title: Good Boy!
Author: Dee
Note: A sequel to Itchy Fingers and Scratched.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3341
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and some of the gang
Warnings: Fluff and AU
Spoilers: No.
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: This is the very last sequel for all you greedy fanficers!! (New word?!) I can't work under this pressure (at my age) and I'm still trying to write some angst!!!

It was five hours before Gil and Nick managed to be alone together again.

The fibre that Catherine had wanted confirmation about was a thread of golden silk, so unusual that the victim and the suspect could definitely be linked together.

The clown that Greg had wanted to tell Nick about was literally, a clown; he'd been implicated in a murder some months ago but no evidence had been forthcoming on the case....but they had him this time.

Sara had spent nearly half an hour discussing the Striker case and Gil had spent nearly half an hour trying to extricate himself from Sara. He did feel mean though....when had his urge to fuck Nicky been more important than work....since the first time he'd fucked Nicky that's when. He then felt really mean because he loved his job.....but he loved Nicky more.....

When did this become such a conflict? Conflict? He must be crazy there was no conflict, no contest, it was Nicky first and foremost and then everything else was a poor second. Sara...poor Sara....she was so far down the list that Gil did actually feel sorry for her.

She knew Gil was gay. She knew he lived with Nicky. She knew she stood no chance whatsoever and still she simpered and tried desperately to flirt when she was around Gil. It was his fault. He knew it was his fault. Nicky definitely knew it was his fault and never failed to remind him of it if Gil ever mentioned in passing that Sara had been batting her....eyelashes at him, again.

'Don't moan about it to me, man, it's your fault...you've never once said 'no' to her and she thinks the door might still be open a fraction...and if by any chance it is...I'll have to murder her and you'll have to visit me in jail...and I'm so pretty I'll be everyone's bitch and then you'll destroy all the evidence and you'll be sent to jail with me and we can live happily ever after in a cell with real live bugs and you can teach all the inmates the finer points of forensic science and they can all get out on appeal...and then guards will also notice how pretty I am and you can pimp me to them for favours and sooner or later we'll be criminal overlords running million dollar rackets out of the jail with the governor on our payroll....

"Gris?" Warrick's voice brought Gil back to earth, suddenly, from his reverie. Nicky's little flights of fancies would either end in tears of laughter and limp cocks...or frenzied fucking....wherever they happened to be at that time....he shuddered when he remembered the truck in the car lot at Lake Mead...that had been a close call.

"Warrick, what is it?"

"I need some help, I think, at the Golden Nugget....can I ask Nick?

No. "Yes, if he's free; he's been doing some work on the murder of the lovely young mother, who turned out to be a prostitute turned blackmailer. Sara's free though."

"Oh okay, I'd better take Sara then."

"Take Nick if you want to..." Don't you dare.

"No...I'll take Sara, no problemo."

If you know what's good for you. "Fine. She's in the evidence room."

"Yeah...see you."

"Yeah." Phew. Close call...where was I? Oh...Nicky being a bitch in jail. That's no good...I'd never share Nicky with anyone for whatever reason.

Catherine eventually left the lab and he'd gone over a case with Brass that was up before the Grand Jury the week after next. He then started working on his considerable pile of files. He closed yet another completed file. All was quiet and that in itself was an omen; he should not have ignored it.

Paperwork temporarily abandoned he went to stretch his legs...he smirked at his euphemism...he was on Nicky patrol....find him, stare at him, maybe speak to him....maybe cop a surreptitious feel. It felt like days not hours since he'd had such itchy fingers he'd had to hold them under cold water to soothe them.

Then, he'd had a difficult walk sporting a monumental hard-on along a corridor full of glasshouses; only to be thwarted at a minute to midnight. Luckily Sara was the quickest arousal dampener he'd ever known. The complete antithesis to Nicky. God he was getting hard again. Just how old was he?

Gil walked along the corridor and soon found Nick documenting what he'd found on his computer screen. Even as he looked at him his fingers itched...even without sight of the infamous nipples. His cock hardened and Nicky smirked...Gil knew he was fully aware that he was being watched.

Nick always knew when Gil was in the vicinity - he had no idea how he knew but he was always right. If he thought Gil was there, he'd turn and Gil would be there, looking at him. It was a wonder the others hadn't noticed it. No, scratch that...they must've noticed they just hadn't called them on it.

Nick smoothed his hands down both thighs and then brought his left hand back up...it was nearest to the corridor... and smoothed the cloth of his pants and then continued up and across to briefly hold his hand over his cock and wrap his hand around the no longer flaccid penis.....ensuring that whoever was watching (it had better be Gil) could see the outline and that it was growing by the second.

Gil walked into the lab, unable to be just a bystander.

"CSI Stokes, I believe you disobeyed a direct order from your boss?"

"I'm afraid I did, but circumstances conspired against me and my throat became too dry to enter into the pre-arranged agreement."

"It that so...and is your throat still dry?"

"No."

"Very well; your boss still has the key to that store and while his itchy fingers have been soothed he now has a harder problem that needs lubricating, hardening up even more and then softened by continued suction."

"I understand. And is my boss giving me another direct order to do this hardening up for him?"

"I believe he is. Of course, in the execution of this particular act it is very possible that you may arrive at a similar state and that your boss may have to reciprocate the favour to....even the score...as it were."

"That would be fair. To be honest, I think it's fair to say that I could well be in a similar state already before I even apply the suction bit.....".

"Enough already, let's quit the chat and get down and dirty in the file store...now."

"Yes Sir."

"Nicky you've got to blow me first I can hardly walk."

"No one'll notice - you always walk funny."

"I do not."

"Do. Unless, of course, you do walk around with a hard on all the time."

"Jesus. Since you.... it feels as though it's all the time."

"Yeah, funny you should say that."

They'd arrived at the store and Gil's rather shaky right hand opened the door and pushed it open and flicked on the light switch. Because of the high racks of work boxes in the room it wasn't particularly bright around the wall of the room and as Gil walked in he was followed closely by Nick.

Gil closed the door, which was self locking for security reasons, and pushed Nick against the wall only two or three feet from the door....if said door was opened it would open immediately upon the sight of (presently) Gil pressing Nick against that wall making a very good job of devouring Nick. Their mouths connected and the kiss was almost ferocious as they battled for the deepest tongue insertion in the other's mouth.

Their chests were heaving and they were alternately gasping and moaning at the feelings the kiss was causing all over their bodies. Both men had rock hard cocks and Nick, in particular, was in some pain as his strained against his tighter pants. The cloth of his CK's was rough against his uncovered head and with Gil rutting his groin up against him, his moan was one of exquisite pain and unbelievable pleasure.

He pushed Gil away a little, using quite some force in both hands and arms to detach Gil, making Gil groan in a most petulant manner. Nick grinned. "Gotta undo my pants...or my dick'll be rubbed sore, man."

"Any excuse." Gil gasped, but took the same opportunity to unbuckle his belt, open the button on his pants, unzip and extricate an engorged and heavy cock from his CKs. He pumped it himself looking down and then back up at Nick, smirking at the knowledge that in only moments it would be in the hot, moist mouth of his lover as Nicky swallowed him and sucked him.

Nick had spent the same moments freeing and feeling his own cock. He looked into Gil's face and saw the love and the mischief written all over it. God, how he loved this man. He used his own cock as a sword and battered Gil's with it. Gil chuckled and enjoyed several parries of their short swords. Their hands and the friction and contact with each other's skin causing even more blood to engorge them.

Suddenly, and causing Gil some surprise, Nick let go of his cock and grabbed Gil by the shoulders, spinning him around and pushing his back firmly against the wall. He grabbed hold of Gil's cock and pumped him fast and hard and kissed Gil at the same time. His tongue pushed into Gil's mouth and forced itself along Gil's tongue.

Without warning he let go of the cock and the mouth and dropped to his knees so that his face was directly in front of the plainly throbbing penis. This was going to be quick.. it needed to be - they were desperately horny....oh.....and they were at work, not many yards away from their colleagues.

Nick held the base of Gil's cock in his right fist and pumped just a little. He smiled, as usual the cock was as hard as iron and as soft as silk....he could never quite understand the reasoning of that...but he wasn't that bothered to be frank.

He licked the head of the cock that twitched furiously at both the intrusion and the need for more. Nick looked up as he licked again and saw the black eyes of his lover staring at him. Nick always thought that Gil looked incredulous - as if he couldn't quite believe that Nicky Stokes was about to fellate him. It never failed to incite Nick to great things and this was one of his great joys. Pleasuring Gil. He felt both very powerful and very privileged at the same time.

'Shut up Nick and get on with it'. Nick admonished himself.

He swallowed as much of the cock as he could...and practise ensured that it was a sizable portion. Gil gasped something unintelligible. Always a good sign.

Nick sucked as he pulled back, making a vacuum, then took in air as he licked at the head and pushed his tongue into the slit and then swirled his tongue around the head and foreskin before plunging his mouth down again. Gil moaned this time.

This was going to be quick. It needed to be for works sake but Gil had been desperate some five hours ago and that frustration was now ignited in the mouth of his lover. Nicky's was the most talented mouth he'd ever encountered. He didn't like to think too much about how the mouth had become so talented....they both had checkered pasts but did that matter now they'd both arrived where they wanted to be? Did it fuck.

Gil looked down at Nicky who was in full concentration mode and that very expression....closed eyes and concentrated frown on his forehead as he sucked and licked...made Gil shiver. Nick opened his eyes and looked at Gil...and even though his mouth was busy...very busy indeed, Gil knew that Nicky was smiling his Texan smile at him.

Gil smiled back and his hands that had been planted palms down on the wall to keep him upright now moved onto Nicky's head, not making him work harder...or guiding him or even holding him in place. No, Gil's hands were on Nicky's head so he could touch Nicky, feel that he was real, that this wasn't a fantasy or a dream but that he was about to pump the contents of his balls down the throat of the most fabulous man he'd ever seen.

The thought caused said balls to contract up towards Gil's body and Nicky read the signs accurately...so he should after so much practice.....he tightened his mouth and hummed a little to vibrate his throat as he swallowed the cock just a little bit deeper.

Nick's own cock, untouched for several minutes, was leaking and standing and begging for attention. Nick's left hand held it...not intending to pump it, just give it little comfort until Gil could attend to his end of things...

Gil's cock along with Gil himself, and Nicky, knew that the time had come...so to speak...and as the heat in his balls and gut reached boiling point the viscous fluid began it's short journey up and out and down.

Nicky swallowed and overcome with the moment his left hand had involuntarily pumped his own cock and he came over his hand and the floor.

Gil gasped. 'Nicky. Nicky. Nicky."

Nick tried to gasp. "Gnnnnn. Gnnnnn. Gnnnnn."

Brass said. "I don't know why you don't all get a key it's not like.....Jesus, Mary, Mother of God."

Warrick couldn't speak....for a moment or two he thought he might never speak again.

Gil, taking a monumentally big breath asked, in a somewhat breathless voice but nevertheless with authority.

"I thought you were at the Golden Nugget, Warrick?"

"Errr....mmm...was....mmmm."

Nick had actually continued to finish the job he'd intended to do anyway and cleaned up Gil's cock. Swallowing all Gil had to give up and then licking him clean. He then released it and as the three other men watched he tucked Gil's limpish penis back into his CK's and pulled the waistband back up and over.

He then chanced a look at Gil and the smile in his eyes made Gil fall in love all over again. He wasn't embarrassed, well he didn't appear to be anyway. What a performer. Gil smiled.

"Actually Jim, I think I'd be more in favour of less people having a key." Gil adjusted his pants and then fastened the button, zipped up and began to fasten the buckle of his belt. He retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket, looked at it briefly and handed it down to Nicky. "I don't think I've wiped up any toxic fluids with it."

"Thanks babe." Nick wanted to laugh...he wasn't quite sure whether it was from the absurdity and humour of the situation or from hysteria....but Gil was coping okay so he ought to...united front and all that......

Brass and Warrick had continued to stare at the scene before them, neither man was able to move but Brass recovered a little; enough to speak.

"In the space of a second you have shattered all the illusions I've ever held about you, Gil Grissom. A hard working, dedicated, criminologist. A man with integrity." Okay so he'd actually recovered quite a bit.

"What's changed Jim? I work hard, I am a dedicated scientist and where work is involved I'm full of integrity. I just happen to have a hot young lover who was willing and able to give me a little...relief....from the daily grind."

"That was abundantly clear."

Nick and Warrick had remained silent as Nick had cleaned himself up and tucked his flaccid little (shocked) penis into his CK's and fastened his trousers. But as Gil and Jim had their little exchange he looked up at Warrick and caught a glint of humour in his eyes and that was all they both needed to burst out laughing.

Nick fell back onto his ass and laughed out loud. Warrick leaned against the door jamb and he, too, laughed out loud. Gil looked momentarily taken aback and then smirked...which morphed into a chuckle and in moments he too was laughing out loud. All three men were helpless with their laughter in about ten seconds.

Brass stood scowling at them all...but even he couldn't keep up the façade for long and he started to grin and then chuckle and in moments there were four men rocking backwards and forwards in genuine merriment.

Gil had been staggered by the intrusion but he'd been too high on his orgasm to be upset and had smoothly moved into damage control...in all honesty if they had to be caught...then these were the two men to catch them...their friends.

Nick had taken his lead from Gil....he'd be known as 'Mr Cool' for evermore. He didn't know that Gil had been inspired by his own nonchalant approach to the 'situation', but he was also on an orgasmic high.

Warwick was flabbergasted and as Brass and Gris had spoken he'd actually watched as Nick tidied up first Gil, then himself as if he was just clearing a normal spill in the lab. Although Warrick did have the advantage of often seeing Gil and Nick out of work and knew that despite their cool work personas (well, their previous 'cool work personas') they were actually quite a loving couple.

When his eyes had met the twinkling eyes of Nick he just had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Gil Grissom being blown in the lab by his best friend. This was blackmail material made in heaven...man, was he set for life!

Brass had been stunned...and not by catching Gil and Nick because as he'd said he'd never in a million years expected to find Gil in such a position. He had Nicky Stokes on his knees, for God's sake, sucking him off, for God's sake, in the file store, for God's sake. And not only that, but he had, very plainly, been enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself.

And Nicky Stokes....that lovely well mannered boy who could be anyone's dear son or younger brother was on his knees, for God's sake, sucking Gil off, for God's sake, in the file store, for God's sake. And not only that, but he had, very plainly, been enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself.

But after the initial shock when the other three men were laughing he couldn't resist...whatever else, it was funny...he'd never seen a funnier thing at work...ever, and he'd seen a few..... but he had Gil Grissom by the short and curlies now and would always be assured of his full cooperation whatever......

Of course what Captain James Brass and CSI Warrick Brown never admitted to anyone else in their entire lives, even themselves in their own heterosexual heads, was that the sight of Gil and Nick in that file store had been one of the hottest things they'd ever seen.

Both men had a familiar heat in their own groins at the spectacle they'd witnessed. And, both men had more than a passing moment of envy. Not at Gil or Nick particularly, but at the happy intimacy they'd witnessed. Jim and Warrick had yet to find that kind of love in their lives.

Nick muttered at Gil who was leaning over his shoulder looking at his computer screen, while Nick tried to work, sometime later.. "As long as I live, man, I am never going to blow you again in the file store - do you understand?"

Gil smiled and stood up close to Nick's back and ran his hand up the crack of Nick's ass.

"Of course not, there are plenty of other rooms we can use."

Nick groaned and whispered down at his newly twitching penis. "You can stop that you treacherous dickhead...you keep getting me into trouble and it's got to stop...now..."

"Is he paying attention Nicky?"

"No."

"Good...good boy!"

The End