Title: Head Cold, part trois
Author: NikkiM
Email: Nikkimonst@aol.com
Permission to archive: yes
Rating: FRM
Summary: Warrick's sampling the cough medicine again.
Disclaimer: Not mine and, sign, never will be mine!
A/N: I had to do this. The rest of the boys wanted to join in the fun too. POV slips a bit at times, please forgive me.
Pairing/characters: Warrick/Gil/Jim
Spoilers: None

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Warrick left the office, leaving Nick and Greg behind shaking their heads. He went to the break room and collapsed onto the couch. Head back on the arm he told himself he was never taking any kind of cold medicine again. His reprieve was disturbed by Brass and Grissom coming into the room. Neither acknowledged him so he stayed quiet and closed his eyes again.

They stood by the coffee pot, backs to him.

"I'm telling you that that position isn't possible," Brass said dourly.

"Sure it is." Grissom stated.

"Not by someone in our shape," Brass clarified.

"I resent that remark," Grissom blustered.

"No, you resemble it and so do I," Brass retorted with a chuckle. "Give it up Gil. Men our age aren't supposed to hold the pile driver or the reverse cowboy for any length of time."

‘No, not again, now it was two of his coworkers in an improbable situation.' he thought as he sat up, no way was he hearing this conversation from these two men.

Warrick's eyes opened.

The two men turned, coffee cups in hand and looked at him, each with their patented looks.

Warrick shoke his head and told himself he did not hear what he thought he heard. He put his hands to his face. "Oh God," he breathed.

"Problem Warrick?" Grissom asked.

Warrick coughed and then said, "Well, I've been having these weird dreams."

"Oh, how weird?" Brass asked then sipped the coffee.

"Weird man. How about a hot and naked Nick on the beach slicking up with sun tan lotion"

Grissom and Brass shared a glance and then looked back to the black man.

"That it?" Brass asked. "That doesn't sound too weird."

"Okay but then I had one about Greg at a crime scene."

"Oh?" Grissom questioned.

"Yeah, he noticed some restraints and semen stains by a pool table. So he stripped down and demonstrated the position, then..." Warrick then shook his head.

"Then what?" Brass asked as he moved closer to the couch.

Warrick ran his hand into his hair. "Then man, he sat on the edge and he had all these piercings on his nuts and a tattoo all around his penis and god, a piercing right through the head man, jeeze. I told you it was weird," he finished shaking his head.

"Yeah weird." Grissom agreed. "So have you had these dreams often?" he moved over and sat next to Warrick.

"No man, I'm not gay not even bi. Never even experimented. I have no idea where these things are coming from. I don't even sneak peaks in the shower and Nick is nice looking enough to make it worth it."

"True enough," Brass agreed.

"But man... Tina and I have a healthy sex life, well usually, this cold is ... well."

"Got something against gays or bisexuals?" Brass asked, sitting on the other side of the CSI.

"No man, whatever floats your boat. I don't care." War said, fidgeting about as the men flanked him.

"Got anything against tattoos or piercings?" Grissom wondered.

"No, got a tattoo myself, but no nothing against them or piercings." Warrick confessed.

"You have a tattoo? Where?" Brass asked eying the CSI trying to figure where.

War's hand went to his stomach, "A tribal sun around my navel."

"Really? Will you show it to us?" Grissom asked.

War swallowed, he was starting to feel uncomfortable with the closeness of the two men. He looked at Grissom, getting lost in those blue eyes. "Ah, okay, " he agreed and slowly drew the hem of his shirt up revealing a set of toned abs, dark skin and the tattoo. The dark ink circled the navel, it had strong lines and was a nice piece of work.

"Oh," Brass breathed. "Very nice." A hand reached out and stroked the inked skin.

War flinched at the touch, but then Grissom's hand landed on his leg to hold him there.

"Yes, it is a very nice piece of work, but then so is the canvas." Grissom complimented, his other hand joining Brass' in caressing Warrick's stomach.

Warrick's jaw dropped. ‘No. he was not hearing this. These two men were not doing this.'

He was frozen in place as those hands then worked his shirt up further, revealing his dark nubs.

"Oh my, looks like dark chocolate kisses," Brass breathed and then to War's horror he leaned in and licked his nipple.

He felt the tongue swirling his skin and then the pebble was nipped and sucked, causing it to harden. He closed his eyes and groaned. Then his eyes flashed open again as his other nipple was licked. Grissom had moved in and was sucking his other bud.

"Oh crap," he breathed. He was getting a hard on. He tried to squirm away from the relentless mouths but they were not allowing it.

Then his packaged was gripped. Only the combined grip of both men kept him on the couch. One mouth let off torturing his nipple.

"He'd definitely packing here Jim, you'd best check it." Grissom then smiled at Brass. "Since you are the expert here on that."

Another hand fondled him though the thin material of his pants, then one slipped down his belly and into the waistband. The button was undone and the zip slid down.

"My, my, my, what do we have here. Yeah Gilly you're right he is definitely packing a rod here. And damn," Brass exclaimed. "If he doesn't prove out Hodges' scouting reports. He is hung. And look at these nuts."

War looked down to see that Brass now had his whole package exposed to the room. His slack had been slipped down to give him free reign on his groin. The older man was now looking over his nuts. He watched as Grissom then griped his shaft under handed and let his thumb drift across the plum head. Warrick trembled from the sensation.

"This would look even better with an palang though it." Grissom said.

"A what?" War questioned.

"A palang or an ampallang, it's a horizontal glans piercing. Like what Greggo has." Brass told him.

"Yeah, I recommended it to him. He and Archie love it." Grissom said with a knowing smile wiggling his ass a bit. "If you know what I mean," he added with a wink.

War's eyes drifted down to his boss' crotch.

Grissom laughed lightly. "Oh I don't have one, but Jimmy does," He said and then his eyes shifted to Brass who grinned. "And he really knows what to do with it." Grissom stage whispered to Warrick.

Brass' grin go even bigger.

"Show him Jimmy," Grissom said then wet his lips, his blue eyes centered on Brass' groin. "No problem," Brass said as he reached down and unzipped.

As Brass' hand reached into the opening Warrick finally found the strength to move.

He flung his arms and pushed away, flinging himself off the couch with a horse, "No, please don't!" He landed flat on the floor with a thump. He lay there for a moment trying to gather his thoughts.

"Oh baby, what's wrong? A soothing voice asked him.

He turned his head and sobbed with relief.

"Bad dreams again honey?" Tina asked him as she knelt down beside him.

He rolled over onto his back and said, "Yeah."

She put out her arms. "Oh baby. Come here."

War sat up them and moved into the loving arms of his wife, safe from the grips of the medication induced erotic dreams.

End