Title: Heat
By: nancy
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nick enjoys the heat while Grissom enjoys Nick.

The heat made everything languid, comforting, and maybe just slightly surreal. Nick’s body felt thick and unwieldy as he lay on the bed, unable to summon the energy to do more than sweat. He hadn’t felt heat like this since before his family had gotten a/c for the house when he was a kid. The memory of sleeping on a couple of blankets on the floor, competing with his sisters for the air from a single fan while they struggled to sleep in the doorway of their bedrooms rose in his mind, vivid and filled with fondness.

He’d always lived for the heat. The cold of a desert night was unwelcome to a body that soaked in the sun’s rays like a cold-blooded lizard. Stretched out in the sun, bare to God and all, felt the most natural way to Nick, though he’d only been able to indulge the need once in a very blue moon. Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling while he soaked the sheets sent a drift of peace through him. He was utterly relaxed as the night sounds of crickets and the occasional hawk or owl came in through the open window. The lake down below their vacation cabin was just barely audible, adding to the restful sounds of nature around them.

A faint scraping noise in the other room told him that Gil had succumbed once again to his need to move. This vacation had proved to them both that hot and humid was not Gil Grissom’s natural state of being. He hadn’t complained except for a few teasing words now and again, but Nick saw the drain that the heat took on the other man. It seemed foreign to him, that someone couldn’t take the heat the way he could, though he knew there were more people than not who couldn’t.

Turning his head slowly, Nick found his lover leaning against the doorframe, just looking at him. He was cast mostly in shadow, the beard and glasses hiding even more of him in the near dark. Undressed to his boxers, sweat glistened even in the dim moonlight that came through the bedroom windows.

“Comfortable?”

Gil’s mildly bemused question prompted a smile and Nick nodded in response, not bothering with words as he held out a hand. Walking over to the double bed, Gil removed his glasses to set them on the rickety bedside table, then climbed up to sit beside Nick.

“I don’t understand how you can revel so in it.”

Nick smiled and trailed his fingers along a sweat-slick thigh up to Gil’s hip, then rested the hand there. He thought a moment before answering simply, “Feels good.”

“Hedonist,” Gil teased fondly.

Grinning, Nick didn’t deny it. He rolled onto his side and pressed his cheek to Gil’s thigh, sighing deeply and closing his eyes. Gentle fingers ran slowly through his too-short hair, finding no resistance and Gil bent forward, covering Nick and nuzzling into his throat. The blanketing of his body by Gil’s doubled the intensity of the heat and Nick moaned softly in pleasure, soaking it in with something akin to ecstasy. A single hand slid deliberately down his spine, displacing the beads of sweat that trickled over his skin, and stopped on his bare ass where it squeezed, just as deliberate.

Nick peered up at Gil, the depth of shadows greater with their proximity blocking out what moonlight there was. The bright blue of his lover’s eyes was hidden, the darkness there shivering through him in a good way, pupil and iris indistinguishable.

Nibbling lightly on Nick’s ear, Gil murmured, “You’re so perfect.”

The denial rose instantly, as it always did, but Nick stifled the response, wanting to please his lover. It had taken years for him to get to this point, to let Gil compliment him and not try and shuffle it off or turn it back. Gracefully accepting praise wasn’t something with which he was fluent, even now, but he smiled and arched his head away, offering the bare column of his throat as a thank you.

Gil took the offering and licked down from just behind Nick’s ear to the fleshy joining where he sucked with just barely any pressure. It was a move designed to drive Nick slowly insane, depending on how long it went on. Teeth scraped back and forth over the small patch, blood rising beneath the skin to further enflame the area...and Nick.

A gasp of need finally broke free several minutes later and a full-body shudder racked him. The wicked chuckle that echoed directly below his ear provoked the gooseflesh that flashed across his back. There had been nights when Gil had made him come simply by marking him with mouth, tongue, and teeth, but Nick suspected tonight didn’t fall into that category. There was a restlessness to his lover’s movements, even as sure and deliberate as he was being.

“Roll back,” Gil whispered.

Nick obeyed without question, rolling onto his back and staring up at his lover, waiting patiently for the next move.

Looking down at him, Gil shifted so that one hand rested on the mattress, but on the other side of Nick, slanting him across Nick’s body. Their hips were the only point of contact and it was broken by a thin, cotton barrier. Bringing one of his arms up behind his head as additional cushioning, Nick couldn’t help but wonder how he’d managed to go so long in life without this kind of connection. He knew this man, intimately, and was known just as intimately in return. It had become vital to him somehow, when he wasn’t looking. It was something he couldn’t say about anyone else in the world.

A faint smile surfaced on Gil’s face as he asked, “What are you thinking?”

“That I need you, need this connection with you,” Nick answered honestly.

Gil’s free hand ghosted over Nick’s chest, hovering where the heart would be, and centered solidly on it. “This is mine.”

“It is,” Nick agreed, smiling. “Always.”

It seemed like forever that they just stared at one another in the dark. An eternity until Gil bent forward and pressed his mouth to Nick’s. The sheer want and love in that kiss would have stolen his breath, but he gave it willingly, breathing in his lover’s essence as their tongues slid together.

This was sacred.

When Gil withdrew, a murmur of disappointment escaped Nick, but he knew it was only temporary and so waited again.

Gil stretched out beside him, on his side, keeping his hand on Nick’s chest as he moved. The span of only a few inches separated them all down the length of their bodies, but it may as well have been the gulf of a mile. One inch was too far to be from his lover and he ached for that distance to be closed, to feel Gil covering him.

It happened finally, when Gil seemed to get his fill of looking into Nick’s eyes. Gil shifted so that they lay connected at all points and then rolled slightly forward. He rested on Nick, sliding his hand down to cover the half-hard cock that was responding despite the incredible heat pressing down on them.

“I’m too hot, Nicky, is that okay?” Gil murmured, kissing just under his chin.

Nick chuckled and countered, “Like I’m going to turn down even a handjob from you? Never happen.”

A soft chuckle mingled with his own, both sounds lingering in the air the way Gil’s hand did on Nick’s shaft. Sighing deeply as his lover’s hand wrapped around him, Nick’s eyes closed and he hummed in contented arousal. This, like everything else, was languid and slick. They could take their time in generating more heat, let it build exponentially. Gil’s arm pushed under the pillows, bringing them even tighter together as he stroked.

Despite his words, Gil’s cock was half-hard against Nick’s thigh. It wouldn’t be enough for his lover to come unless there were some kind of additional stimulation, though, and for a brief moment, Nick felt guilty about just taking. But he knew how very much Gil wanted to give and the guilt was fleeting for a change.

Nick drifted in pleasure, caught between the heat and his lover’s hand. He felt the moist exhalations against his shoulder, the vibrations of Gil’s nonsensical words rising to his ear. He sank into the loving as deeply as he instinctively knew how, legs splaying apart at the knees to offer more. There was no sense of time, no urgency on either man’s part. Nick’s body thrilled to his lover’s command, responding in time to each leisurely stroke.

The hard throb of his blood in his cock visited the edge Nick’s awareness, but it was Gil’s hand and breath and lips that consumed him. All his focus remained on the man who filled so much of the emptiness within. When he came, it took him by surprise and happened only due to the breathy, eager command, “Come for me, Nicky, I want to see you come, baby.”

Nick arched in automatic response to the words, spilling with a loud groan as the world went away.

It returned quickly, though, his heart still thundering in his chest and Gil sucking lightly on his collarbone. Stretching with a contented yawn, Nick turned to his lover and smiled at the pleased look on his face. The kissing resumed, slow and deep and endless, banking the fires for another time. When it ended, Gil took a few minutes to clean them off before stripping off the boxers and climbing back up beside Nick. Knowing how much Gil hated the heat, that he wouldn’t be able to sleep with them pressed together, Nick curled up on his side and left a good six inches between them.

“Skinny-dipping tomorrow?” Gil suggested, eyes crinkling with humor.

Nick grinned and commented, “I like the way you think, Gris. Night, lover.”

“Night, Nicky,” Gil murmured, yawning and closing his eyes.

In the space between, their hands laced together and both drifted to sleep.