Title: Hair today...
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 562
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: V.fluffy and AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: Based on the picture posted to peanuts_gil_nic here: http://www.sub.fi/uutiset/csi-tahti-vanhentui-tunnistamattomaksi-katso/1549091

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Nick was covered with a sheen of sweat and he was breathing hard.  He was also covered in his own seminal fluid...and probably some of Gil's saliva...and his sweat too...   Hard to say without testing and he wasn't about to do that, even though his kit was downstairs.

No; he'd take it as read.   He took a particularly deep breath and it calmed his breathing down.  He turned his head and looked at Gil.   Just as hot and bothered as he was but without the semen which was...elsewhere.  He chuckled and Gil turned his head and looked at Nick.

"Life in the old dog yet."

"Just about."

"What do you mean by that...I stayed the course?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing means something.  Spit it out."

"This...hair of yours."

"Yes?  The inner hippie in me, I think."

"It makes you look old."

"You want me to dye it..."

"...no.  Cut it." 

"Cut it?  But this is the first time since I was in college that I haven't had to have a sensible haircut.  Short back and sides.  I'm enjoying the freedom that semi-retirement brings."

"But you look like you should be retired altogether...properly retired, in a retirement home and maybe a little mad, too."

"Ha-ha!  A mad scientist.  I like that, Nick.  I really like that."  And to Nick's consternation he started laughing.

"Man..."  Nick needed to pull out the big guns.  "...if you really loved me you'd get it cut."

Gil still laughed.  "And if you really loved me, you'd let me explore my inner self."

Nick was further aggravated.  "I could withhold my sexual favours..."

And Gil laughed harder.  "...remember how that worked out last time.  You ended up apologising for my mistake and begging me for a fuck."

"Ha!  So you admit it was your fault."

"Of course it was my fault.  But did you really think that I was going to cave first?"

Nick was caught.  He blamed the blood loss to his brain.  But then he had a bright idea...the blood had returned.  "I'm going to grow my hair then."  He announced.

"Good for you.  You're getting a bit long in the tooth for a buzz cut."

"Are you calling me old?"

"In relation to me, you're not."  Gil grinned at the back-handed compliment.  "Are you going for a moustache too?"

"No...do you want me to?"

"I'm easy.  I do like you clean shaven, but I'm happy for you to experiment.  You see I don't blow a fuse when you suggest something new."  He'd given up laughing but he smiled at Nick.

"No."  But Nick had remembered something else.  "I'm going to get a tattoo as well.  A bird...or even a flock...starting on my neck"

"...I'd like to see you try."  Gil threw down the gauntlet, immediately. 

"I'll start small and build them up..."

"...I'll get my hair cut tomorrow..."

Nick smiled and Gil looked at him and rolled his eyes.  They lay together for some minutes before either spoke again.

"You don't have to have it cut if you don't want to."  Nick turned onto his side and faced Gil.

"Why have you changed your mind?"

"You can do whatever you like.  I'm not going to fall out of love with you over a...hair style."

"You'll still be seen in public with me?"

"Yeah."  Nick thought for a moment.  "But don't even think of coming down to the lab..."

The End

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