Title Happy Birthday to You, Too, Nicky
By Lady Jane
Pairing Gil/Nick
Rating NC-17
Category Established relationship, PWP, Romance, Humor, Alternate Universe
Summary Grissom's birthday is over, but now it's Nick's birthday and he gets to chose a coupon from the Erotic Coupon Book.
Series/sequel The 2nd in the Erotic Coupon Book series. More to come. 1st in series is Grissom's Birthday Surprise
Notes I'm calling this an AU because Grave Danger never happened and Catherine is still Nick's supervisor.

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Leaning up on an elbow, Grissom watched as the red numbers on the clock clicked over to midnight, then glanced down at the man sleeping beside him. In the light from the bedside lamp, he could see the smile that graced the younger man's face even in sleep. A smile he'd put there.

"Nicky," he said softly.

Nick murmured something unintelligible and moved a bit but didn't wake up. Grissom smiled in response. Whereas their earlier activities had worn Nick out, he felt rejuvenated, as if he was young once again rather than having just turned forty-nine. But now it was another day and someone else's birthday.

"Nick," he said a bit louder, brushing the hair off Nick's forehead.

Nick stirred but still didn't awaken fully.

Grissom grinned, wondering if Nick was always this difficult to wake-up. With any luck he'd find out firsthand. After what had happened between them the previous day he thought Nick might not be at all opposed to a more lasting relationship. Nick didn't strike him as the one-night-stand type, and it wasn't something he'd been into for a long time.

Leaning down, he nipped at Nick's earlobe before saying, "Come on, Nicky, wake-up." At the same time his hand drifted down the side of the younger man's face and on down to his muscled chest, finding a nipple and tweaking it.

That got Nick's attention. His eyes popped open, disorientation evident in the dark depths. If possible they widened even more when he saw the smiling, bearded face looking down at him.

"Holy shit, Gris!" he squeaked at finding himself, naked, in bed with his former boss, who also happened to he naked.

Grissom smiled.

"You're really here." Nick ran a hand over his face. "Thought I'd dreamed it all. I didn't, did I?"

Grissom laughed this time. "No, Nick, you didn't dream it."

Nick blinked, almost in shock, a smile splitting his face as warm color infused his cheeks. "Damn, Gris, you sure know how to throw a birthday party for yourself."

"And now it's your turn." He leaned closer to Nick. "Happy birthday, Nicky," he said softly before slanting his mouth over Nick's.

Nick groaned into the kiss, one hand coming up to thread through the salt and pepper curls as Grissom's tongue entered his mouth, searching out the spots that he'd already discovered made Nick moan. The man had a talented tongue. Nick had discovered that from the first kiss, before he'd even known Grissom could tie a knot in a cherry stem.

He was decidedly dazed by the time Grissom pulled back so they could catch a breath. But the older man seemed just as shell-shocked, causing Nick to grin at the look in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Happy birthday, Nicky," he said again.

"Thanks, Gris."

One eyebrow lifted. "Haven't we discussed names?"

Nick flushed but smiled. "Yeah, sorry, Gil."

Grissom smiled, swooping in for another kiss, this one hard and fast. Reaching across Nick, he grabbed something off the nightstand and handed it to the younger man. Sitting up, wincing a bit at the ache in his ass, Nick looked at the small booklet, eyebrows rising when he saw what it was.

"So this is the infamous Erotic Coupon Book?"

"Yes," Grissom answered, cheeks flushing just a bit as he, too, sat up. He still didn't know who'd actually given it to him, but he almost wished he knew so he could thank them for finally getting him and Nick together. But if it was who he thought it was, that would be dangerous.

Nick's eyes widened when he flipped through, reading some of the titles for the coupons.

Grissom cleared his throat. "I thought you might want to pick one for your birthday."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Nick grinned as he began to look through the booklet more in-depth. He was about halfway through when he knew he wouldn't have to go any further; he'd found the one he wanted. Tearing it out, he handed it to Grissom, tossing the booklet back on the nightstand.

Grissom's face flushed when he read it. "This is the one you want?"

"Yeah."

"The Director and the Porn Star."

"Is it gonna be a problem, Gil?"

"What? Oh, no, I'm just surprised, that's all."

Nick laughed. "You wouldn't be if you'd ever known about the fantasies I've had about you over the years we've worked together."

Grissom smiled. "I doubt it, considering some of the ones I've had myself."

"Okay, the star needs to get his ass out of bed." Nick clapped his hands. "Chop, chop."

Grissom threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, and Nick could see he was already half-hard. Nick could feel his own blood rushing warmly through his veins and heading south as he, too, got out of bed.

"Where do you want me?"

"Get dressed."

"Nick?" Grissom questioned, unsure.

"Trust me, Gil," Nick said as he himself pulled on his jeans and shirt, carefully zipping up.

Grissom began pulling on his own clothes.

"Everything, Gil, including socks and shoes." Walking over to the confused older man he gave him a quick kiss. "I'll be right back."

Grissom did as he was told, even though he had no idea what Nick had planned. It was all a matter of trust, and Nick was someone he trusted fully and completely, even if the sound of soft music from the living room made him lift a brow.

Nick came back, smiling when he saw Grissom fully dressed. "You ready, Gil?"

Grissom nodded. "Yes, Nicky, I am."

"Good. After I leave give me to the count of ten before following me to your office."

That surprised Grissom but Nick was gone before he could say anything. Giving the requisite allotted time, Grissom left the room and went to his office. Nick sat behind the desk in his big leather chair, looking at something on the computer screen. The lamp on the desk as well as the floor lamp had been turned on. The music drifting in from the living room was just loud enough to add background.

Nick looked up. "I see my next appointment has arrived. Come in."

Grissom entered the room, moving closer to the desk.

Nick stood and held out his hand. "Nick Stokes. And you are?"

Grissom took the hand in a firm grip. "Gil Grissom."

Nick sat down again. "Grissom. I don't recognize the name. Are you new to the business?"

One corner of Grissom's mouth lifted and his heart picked up speed a bit when he realized Nick was taking the role-playing seriously. "Not really, but I've mostly done amateur movies."

Nick pursed his lips. "Since you're basically an unknown, you'll have to audition. Any problems with that?"

"No, sir."

"Strip," Nick commanded. "Start with the shoes. Make it slow and sexy."

Moving closer to the low end table next to the armchair, Grissom lifted one foot onto the edge and untied his shoe.

"Nice ass," Nick commented when he saw the way the dark pants pulled across the rounded cheeks.

Grissom's face flushed. He removed his shoe and sock, then switched to the other foot. Moving back to the center of the room, he lifted his hands and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Eyes on me, Mr. Grissom. If I cast you in this movie, you'll have to give your full attention to your co-star."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Stokes."

Blue eyes locked with brown, Grissom slowly worked the buttons through the holes on his shirt. Once it was unfastened, he slowly spread it open, slipping it off his shoulders and down his arms, letting it puddle on the floor behind him.

"Nice."

Grissom blushed again at the honest appreciation in Nick's voice. His hands moved to his belt buckle, undoing it and working the leather through the loops of his pants in a slow slide.

"Nice belt, Mr. Grissom. If this interview continues to go well, perhaps we'll find a use for it later."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Stokes," Grissom said through a throat gone suddenly dry.

Nick sat back in the chair, propping his elbows on the arms, fingertips pressed together in front of his face as he gave Grissom his undivided attention. He resisted the urge to reach down and adjust the hardness behind his fly.

Grissom swallowed around the lump in his throat. With Nick's intense stare on him as he disrobed, he truly felt like he was stripping for a stranger. It was uncomfortable but exciting at the same time, causing his hands to shake as he reached for the button on his pants.

Nick took a deep, audible breath as Grissom took hold of the tab on his zipper and slowly slid it down. His eyes were more black than brown as he watched the zipper open tooth by tooth, revealing the red cotton covering the hard cock trying to push through the opening.

Grissom pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, leaving him wearing nothing but red boxers that sported a small wet spot and tented significantly in front. Seeing the spark of a promise in Nick's eyes, he licked his lips.

"Finish it, Mr. Grissom," Nick said huskily.

Grissom reached for the waistband of his boxers.

"Turn around. I want to see that fine ass first."

Doing as instructed, Grissom turned around. Playing to the role, he pushed his rear in Nick's direction as he pushed down the boxers, inch by inch, revealing said fine ass. The boxers fell to the floor, pooling around his feet.

"Nicely done, Mr. Grissom. Now turn around and let me see if you have what it takes to make it in the business."

Stepping out of the boxers, Grissom turned around, revealing a hard cock with a pearl of clear liquid leaking from the tip and sliding down the rosy head. He stood a little straighter when Nick was unable to hold back a groan.

"Now down to the serious business, Mr. Grissom. Touch yourself. Start with your chest and make sure you pay attention to your nipples. You have beautiful nipples, Mr. Grissom. I can see they're already hard and red. I bet they ache, don't they, Mr. Grissom?"

Grissom had to clear his throat before saying, "Yes, Mr. Stokes."

"Good. I want to see you make them hurt even more. I want to see you twist them."

Grissom's hands lifted to his chest.

"Lick your fingers first." Nick glared at him over the top of his hands. "You should know that, Mr. Grissom."

Flushing, Grissom licked his fingers and took hold of the hard nipples peeking out of the light covering of chest hair. His breath caught and his head went back as he twisted the already-sensitive nubs.

Nick's eyes flared with desire. He'd never realized how exciting role-play could be. He'd never wanted to try it before, but with Grissom new experiences seemed to be a given. Watching him, directing him in the scenario, he felt they were someone different, someone other than Nick Stokes and Gil Grissom.

"That's good, Mr. Grissom," Nick said, accent thickened with his need. "Now work your way down your body, slowly. Take your time getting to your cock."

Grissom slid his hands down his sides and over the slight pudge of his stomach, stopping to circle his navel with one finger, dipping it in with an in and out motion. His nostrils flared when he heard an audible intake of breath from Nick.

He continued downward, both hands sliding over his stomach and meeting when they reached his pubic hair. Encircling his hard shaft with one hand, the other hand moved down to cup his balls.

"Show me how you masturbate, Mr. Grissom," Nick said, voice raspy.

Blue eyes still locked with brown, Grissom slid his hand up his hard cock, twisting around the head, gathering the precum and using it as lubricant, his other hand rolling his balls in their sac. His breathing sped up with the increased motion of his hand moving up and down his hard dick.

"Wait, Mr. Grissom."

Grissom forced himself to stop, shuddering when he did so, wondering what Nick's game was now.

Nick pushed his chair away from the desk. "Come closer, Mr. Grissom."

Swallowing heavily, Grissom walked across the room and behind the desk, his erection bobbing with each step. Nick sat back and stretched out his legs, his own erection evident in the bulge between his legs.

Hands on either side of Grissom's waist, Nick positioned him till he was straddling his outstretched legs, hard cock on a level with his face. Naked and hard, Grissom looked down at the fully dressed Nick, feeling the flush of passion suffuse him from head to toe.

Nick licked his lips as he looked at the hard cock before him, then raised his eyes to meet Grissom's gaze. "The cum shot is all important in this business, Mr. Grissom. Let me see what you've got."

Grissom sucked in a breath, right hand taking hold of his hardness and once again beginning the stroking motions to carry him to orgasm. Nick's gaze was on Grissom's fist as it moved up and down his shaft, stroking faster and faster, but Gil's eyes never left Nick's face.

"Come for me, Mr. Grissom," Nick commanded, voice guttural.

That was all it took to push Grissom over the edge. His finishing strokes were fast and hard, his cum spurting out in one long stream and several short bursts, hitting Nick in the face and landing on his shirt. He wasn't sure which one of them groaned the loudest.

Gaze locked with Gil's, Nick brought the tip of one finger to the cum on his face, scooped it up and stuck it in his mouth. Grissom's breath caught when Nick sucked the tip of his finger clean, then licked his lips.

"You're doing great, Mr. Grissom, but you haven't passed all the audition yet."

"What do you want, Mr. Stokes?"

Nick pursed his lips as if in thought. "I need to test your stamina, Mr. Grissom. How quickly can you get hard again?"

Grissom swallowed. "I'm not as young as I used to be, Mr. Stokes. It might not be that easy."

"Maybe you just need the right stimulus." Nick rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then smiled suddenly. "I want you to fuck yourself."

Blue eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Mr. Grissom. Are we going to have a problem now? Are you saying you don't want this job after all?" Nick questioned, looking up, one brow raised, at the man who still straddled his legs.

"I...No, that's not what I'm saying."

"Good." Nick looked at him from under half-closed eyelids. "You look a little weak, Mr. Grissom. Why don't you sit yourself down?"

"Where would you like me to sit, Mr. Stokes?"

Nick sat up, planting both feet flat on the floor. "Right where you are. Just sit down on my lap and make sure you're nicely spread open."

Grissom's face flushed even more as he lowered himself to Nick's thighs, the material of the younger man's jeans making him realize the backs of his own thighs were quite sensitive. His breathing was raspy, and he had a feeling his body might surprise him with the swiftness of his recovery.

"Good, Mr. Grissom. Let's see just how well you can follow directions."

"Whatever you want, Mr. Stokes. "

Nick smacked Grissom's ass, the sound of bare flesh on bare flesh loud in the room. "Just the attitude I like my boys to have."

Grissom bit his lower lip as he squirmed on Nick's lap.

"Suck your finger into your mouth, Mr. Grissom. I want it nice and wet."

Gil did as directed, slipping his middle finger between his lips and sucking on it as if it was a mini-dick, eyes never losing touch with Nick's nearly black gaze.

"Very good, Mr. Grissom. After this we'll have to see just how good you are at sucking a hard cock." That is if he didn't come in his pants just from watching Grissom pleasure himself.

Gil groaned. He wanted that, badly. Nick was delicious, even without the hot fudge. He wanted to taste him again but knew he'd have to wait till he was given direction to do so.

"That finger should be good and slick by now. I want you to prepare yourself, Mr. Grissom, just like you'd prepare your co-star before fucking him."

Hesitating only briefly, Grissom reached back behind himself, teasing his virginal anal pucker with just the tip of his wet finger. If Nick knew this was the first time for him, he knew he'd put a stop to it, and he didn't want that. He wanted this, wanted to see this side of Nick he'd never seen before, the one who was masterful and demanding.

Trying not to visibly grit his teeth, he began working his finger inside himself, forcing himself to push down rather than clench up. Blue eyes widened in surprise when the slick digit slid past the tight ring of muscle into a tight sheath.

He wasn't sure what exactly he'd been expecting, but it wasn't this. Yes, there was the strangeness of being invaded by someone's finger other than a doctor's latexed and lubed one, but there was also a sense of anticipation, of want. Much of that feeling, he knew, came from the way Nick watched him so avidly.

"That's good, Mr. Grissom," Nick said roughly. "Now stretch yourself, make yourself feel good."

Moving his finger in and out, Gil began to understand just what it was he'd seen on Nick's face when he'd stretched him earlier. How was it he'd never known, never tried it before? Was it all an issue of trust and control? Maybe that was why it was so easy now, because he trusted Nick in a way he'd never trusted any of his other partners; a trust that had been built through years of working together in a stressful atmosphere.

When he hit his prostate, Grissom hissed and sat up a bit straighter, causing Nick to laugh at the look of utter shock on the older man's face.

"I like that, Mr. Grissom. You obviously enjoy your work, so there's no worries that you won't look like you're enjoying yourself on screen. True pleasure is better than acting any day."

"I have to agree, Mr. Stokes," Gil managed a bit faintly, his head spinning from the new, intense sensations.

"I want you to add another finger, Mr. Grissom. You're loosening up nicely, but you need to make it even better. You know what to do."

Grissom nodded as he began working in another finger beside the first, breath hitching and head spinning. The look of hunger in Nick's dark eyes was as stimulating as the fingers brushing his prostate. If he hadn't been watching Nick's face so closely, he would have missed how he bit his lip to hold back a moan as he watched his potential star stretch himself by scissoring his fingers.

"Very good, Mr. Grissom," Nick managed after clearing his throat of the restriction there. "Now fuck yourself. "

Doing as the director ordered, Grissom began moving his fingers in and out, the motions making him squirm against Nick's thighs, the friction of jeans against bare flesh adding enough extra stimulus that he couldn't hold back a moan of his own.

"You're an incredibly sexy man, Mr. Grissom. How is it you've never gone pro before this?"

"My job, Mr. Stokes. I couldn't afford a scandal."

"And what changed? Did you lose your job?"

"No, Mr. Stokes, but turning forty-nine has made me realize there's more to life than worrying what the public thinks of me." Grissom ended on a gasp as Nick stroked a finger over his erection.

Nick leaned forward just enough to whisper in Grissom's ear, "It would seem that like fine wine you only get better with age, Mr. Grissom."

Grissom was gasping and twisting, fingers moving more quickly, his cock steadily leaking as he neared orgasm a second time. That wasn't to be, though.

"Enough, Mr. Grissom. Take your fingers out of your ass."

Grissom was stunned. He'd been so close, and to be ordered to stop made him groan in frustration as he slowly pulled his fingers out of his hungry, grasping hole.

"I think it's time you showed me just how talented that mouth is. On your knees, Mr. Grissom, and suck me."

Grissom didn't hesitate. Sliding off Nick's lap, he went to his knees between the younger man's open thighs, unconsciously licking his lips in anticipation as he reached for Nick's zipper. Remembering Nick hadn't bothered putting his underwear back on, he was very careful as he pulled on the tab, opening the jeans and laying them open. Reaching in he took hold of Nick and released an impressive erection that pulsed and throbbed, head rosy with passion and need.

Leaning closer, he closed his eyes and inhaled, loving the musky smell of Nick's arousal. Flicking out his tongue, he licked the head, gathering up the salty precum, earning a groan from Nick at the first touch.

"Oh, that's good, Mr. Grissom. Now open that pretty mouth and show me just what kind of a cock-sucker you are."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Stokes," Gil murmured before opening his mouth and engulfing the head of Nick's cock in moist heat.

Nick's eyes were wide and glazed as he watched his hardness disappear down Grissom's throat. He gripped the arms of his chair as Grissom began moving up and down, sucking hard with each upstroke. It took all his willpower not to thrust up, pushing himself even deeper into that talented mouth. But there was really no need. Grissom took him so deep with each downslide that Nick vaguely worried the older man would have a zipper burn on his chin. At least the beard would cover it if he did.

Grissom groaned at the incredible feel and taste of Nick's hard cock in his mouth. He pulled off just long enough to lick up the stray saliva and precum that trickled down the hard shaft, nuzzling his nose into Nick's open fly, pushing it aside to take his balls gently into his mouth and suck.

"Oh, God," Nick moaned. "Finish it, Mr. Grissom. Suck me off."

Gil was more than happy to comply. He sank his mouth over Nick's dick again, taking him in all the way, letting his teeth lightly scrape over the hard, sensitive flesh, earning a gasp and an automatic jerk of Nick's hips.

Nick's fingers clenched around the chair arms and he cried out as he erupted, cum spewing into Grissom's quickly working throat, leaving him limp and sated. Looking up, Grissom licked his lips, capturing a stray drop of cum that trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"I want to taste you, Mr. Grissom," Nick managed hoarsely. "Come up here."

Grissom unsteadily rose to his feet, so hard and aching he wasn't even sure if he could stand upright. Nick dug his finger's into the older man's buttocks and pulled him closer as he bent down, opening his mouth wide and taking in a cock so ready it only took two slides of his mouth before Grissom was groaning and thrusting deep into his throat, the taste of his lover's warm cum making Nick groan as well.

Looking up from under half-closed eyes, Nick smiled and said, "You've got the job, Mr. Grissom."

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At the end of his shift Nick was still smiling. It had been a busy evening and this was the first time Catherine had had a chance to talk to him.

"Oh, hey, Nick?"

"Yeah, Cath?"

"I'm sorry you had to come in on your birthday."

Nick's smile became even wider. "It's okay. I've already celebrated."

Catherine's eyebrows rose. "Really? And what did you do?"

Nick laughed, a blush suffusing his cheeks. "Watched a movie with a friend."

"Really? Anyone I know?"

Nick just smiled and said, "Bye, Cath, see you tomorrow."

Standing with her hands on her hips, Catherine called, "Nick Stokes you come back here! I'm not through with you!"

His laughter drifted back to her.

She was still standing there, frustrated at not having gotten more details from Nick, when Grissom walked in. Eyes narrowing at the smile on his face, she said, "Well here's the other birthday boy. Did you have a good birthday?"

Grissom smiled even wider, his eyes twinkling. "The best ever."

"And what did you do to celebrate?"

"I treated myself to a banana split, a very tasty banana split."

Stunned surprise was the only way to describe Catherine's expression. Gil laughed as he walked away, knowing she was wondering just what had gotten into him.

If she only knew...

THE END