Title: A Slow Hand
Author: podga
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Nick Stokes
Warning: R - Adults Only
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me and I don't make money off of them
Summary: PWP. Gil makes love to Nick.

He leans towards me, cupping my face in his hands. His palms are warm, a little rough. He's often tender with me, as if I'm fragile or I need protection. But I'm not. I don't.

He kisses me, moving his lips against mine, licking softly, waiting for me to open my mouth. Sometimes he's impatient, clumsy, but when he starts out slowly like this, he almost always maintains the same slow pace the whole time.

He lightly traces my eyebrows, my cheeks and jaw with his fingertips, so lightly I can hardly feel him. He likes the same light touch. When I run my fingers along his hairline and the smooth spots and small hollows behind his ears, his breath hisses and he shivers.

"Nick," he whispers thickly and his lips and tongue follow the same path his fingers did. And he's leaning against me, his body heavy and hard against mine, so I have to brace myself.

He returns to my mouth; he's more insistent now, his hands positioning my head the way he wants it. But still slow, so slow. He won't let me take the lead or quicken the pace. When I try, he backs away a bit.

He starts unbuttoning my shirt, pulling the shirttails out of my jeans, and slips his hands underneath, his palms smoothing along my sides. Then he pushes the shirt off and steps up against me, holding me tightly, kissing and licking my shoulder right over the collarbone. His beard tickles and I try to break away, but he doesn't let me.

I want to get my hands between us in order to unbutton his shirt. He steps away from me, rips it off impatiently and steps right against me again. Then he slows down again.

I moan when I feel his bare skin against mine. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me, his tongue finding mine. I moan again. He never makes a sound. Sometimes he whispers my name. The only way I know I'm getting to him is that he seems to inhale and then inhale again, never breathing out, his body growing more and more rigid.

"Come to bed," he whispers, his fingers slipping underneath my belt and the waistband of my jeans, digging into my lower back, pulling my hips against his. He's wearing light wool slacks and I can feel his hard cock. He readjusts himself against me, so that he's more comfortable. I need to get out of my jeans.

Bed is all the way upstairs. I don't want to be apart from him for the length of time it will take to get there, so I shake my head, wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him. "Sweetheart," he breathes. "Sweet Nicky." Then he pushes me away slightly and turns me towards the stairs. We stop along the way a few times and by the time we reach the bed, we're both naked.

I lie down, stretching out on top of the sheets. It's daylight out and the blind isn't completely pulled, so I can see him looking down at me and his expression makes my cock grows even harder. "Come here," I murmur.

He sits next to me, bracing his hands on either side of my head, bending down to kiss my mouth. Then he licks my ear and breathes into it and I moan again, my back arching. I try to pull him down on top of me, but he shrugs me off easily because I have no leverage. Then he moves alongside me, his mouth and tongue travelling further down my chest, my belly, my hip, and I can't control myself, every time he licks me my hips jerk, and I'm almost sobbing.

Suddenly I'm in his mouth. I lock my hands behind my head so that I don't grab him and ruin his rhythm, and I stare up at the ceiling, trying to distance myself from what he's doing. But I'm about to come. I can feel my whole body tensing, even while my hips are still jerking in response to his sliding mouth.

"Gil, stop," I moan, as I feel my balls tightening. He slows down, but he doesn't stop. And I start to come, my knees flexing, my heels digging into the bed as I raise my hips, trying to follow his mouth as he raises his head slightly. A hard shiver rushes though me, causing me to spasm and I lower one hand, reaching blindly for his shoulder. He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, and continues to suck me until I jerk twice more, until he hears me grunt "Enough. God, Gil. Stop."

He moves up until he's lying next to me, one arm thrown across my chest with his hand lightly stroking my neck, one leg pushing between mine. I close my eyes and he nuzzles against my cheek.

And suddenly I want to tell him that I love him, but it's only a reaction to what just happened, so I don't.