Title: Happy Birthday
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1148
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes.
Warnings: Smut and fluff, and a specific sexual practice is described…I can’t tell you here…it’d spoil the fun! But beware!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: NOT BETA-ED. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icon. I am indebted to him. ALL mistakes and Anglicism’s are mine!
A/N: Written tonight; before and after ‘Dexter’ and after ‘ashlmorr3’ reminded us that it was GG’s birthday on the 17th and NS’s on the 18th. I really should be in bed!!


Happy Birthday!

These were the first birthday’s they’d shared as a couple, but it came as no surprise that they were so busy they weren’t able to do anything on the actual days. They worked a double shift on both days and slept for the remaining hours.

On the nineteenth however, the work suddenly eased off. They left work together on time and made their way to Gil’s townhouse. In his ice box was the bottle of champagne, Krug, of course, that Nick had bought and the chocolates, Belgian imported, naturally, that Gil had brought.

These luxuries were waiting to be consumed, if Gil had anything to do with it, in his bed, between the sheets, before, during and after a (several) bouts of vigorous lovemaking.

Gil managed to open the front door and get inside before he was attacked from behind by his lover… Nick slid his arms around Gil and attached his lips to Gil’s neck, behind his right ear and gently….okay, not so gently, bit the flesh, then licked it to soothe it and then sucked at it, to mark it.

Gil pushed his ass back into Nick’s groin and both men groaned. As much as Gil loved Nick’s ass, so did Nick adore Gil’s; it was substantial and perfectly rounded and oh, so, perfect. Those perfect cheeks rubbed against Nick and Nick’s erection was felt by Nick rubbing the inside of his boxers and despite the soft cotton it was rough on his exposed glans. He shivered at the sensation, the exquisite pain.

Gil felt the hardness through four layers of clothing and gasped for breath as he rolled his ass on the bulge in Nick’s pants. Nick’s hands then dropped to Gil’s crotch and felt the length of the hardness there. Nick’s fingers fingering the length and pressing it with his palms.

Gil’s idle hands then burst into activity. He undid his belt and the button of his pants, Nick’s hands blindly pulled the zip down and his fingers greedily entered Gil’s boxers through the slit and one hand held the throbbing shaft and the fingers of the other hand massaged the head and using the leaking semen, lubricated the surrounding skin.

In the meantime Gil, not to be outdone had reached behind him, and, relinquishing his ass’s need to grind into Nick, had pulled away to give enough room to undo Nick’s belt and button and then slide the zip down.

Then, with a monumental effort he pulled Nick’s hands free of his boxers and turned around, pushing Nick against the wall. He pushed both their pants and boxers down to expose their hard erections, ready and poised to perform.

He stopped momentarily to look into Nick’s eye; he couldn’t see any brown they were flashing black orbs of passion.

He smirked at his own thoughts of Nick’s eyes; when did he become man consumed with passion and romance? The day Nick Stokes kissed him, just about answered that question.

“What?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“You and me.”

“What?”

“Anyone would think the blood’s drained out of your brain, Nicky.”

“Why hasn’t yours?”

“I keep some spare.

“I bet you do.”

“I do.”

“Shut up.”

“What do you want?”

“To come.”

“I guessed that bit. How?”

“I….I want us both to hold our cocks together and make us come together.”

“Yes.”

“Do it.”

Gil didn’t do it straight away. He pressed his lips to Nick’s; sloppily, wetly and with renewed passion. He nipped at the lips below his and Nick nipped back. He pushed his tongue into Nick’s mouth and Nick pushed back into his mouth. They groaned and wrestled their lips and tongues and mouths into some sort of submission. They parted, panting for air.

Gil leaned far enough away to look down at their leaking cocks. About the same length but his was thicker and darker and the extra skin made it look more…aggressive, he supposed. Nick’s was lighter skinned; the head totally exposed and dark rosy red, engorged with blood and twitching as Gil took in the detail. He could vaguely see the veins pulsating with blood, or it could have been his overtaxed senses imagining the blood flow.

He looked back up into the black eyes of his lover and gasped at the sheer spectacle of passion, lust and love he saw reflected there. He only hoped that Nick could see the same reflected back; he was sure he would. Nick did.

He grasped their cocks together and Nick stuttered a groan out and put his head back onto the wall behind him, exposing his neck and his Adam’s apple. Gil was not one to miss a chance and latched his lips to the neck, moving his lips around, sucking at the salty skin. He adjusted his hold on the cocks and Nick reached to put his hand with Gil’s on their tumescent organs and they started sliding their hands together, as one, over their hot skin.

Nick was bucking his hips in time to the motion and was nipping at Gil’s mouth with his teeth as the motion increased. Gil tightened his hand and the natural lubrication was spread up and down their shafts. He pulled back a little from Nick and smiled at him. Nick, though barely coherent, smiled back.

“You’re close.” Gil whispered, his voice hoarse; it wasn’t a question.

“Ye….yeah…..”

“Come for me baby, come for me, birthday boy.”

“Ah…ah…oh, Goddd.” Nick was gasping out little noises from his throat.

Gil could feel him begin to pulsate as his ejaculation began. He let go of Nick’s cock, causing Nick to gasp at the loss of friction. It didn’t matter, he was coming.

But Gil pulled back and grasped his own cock and pointed it at Nick’s and in the fraction of time before Nick started to spurt he covered the head of Nick’s cock with his own foreskin, forcing the heads together.

The boiling heat and wetness of the unfamiliar sensation caused Gil to climax just a split second after Nick. He emitted a sound like a howl as he held his shaft steady with his left hand and pulled his foreskin back and forwards over the head of his own cock and Nick’s too.

The heat and wetness was indescribable and Nick was gasping at the sensation, and although he didn’t realise it, he had tears streaming down his face.

Gil had collapsed forward onto Nick,his breath ragged as he leaned his head on Nick’s shoulder. If Gil hadn’t been pinning Nick up the wall, he would have fallen; his knees were jello. If Nick hadn’t been holding Gil up he, too, would have fallen.

It took a few minutes for them both to become reasonably coherent once more; Gil pushed back from Nick and looked him in the eye.

At exactly the same time each said to the other……

“Happy Birthday.”

The End