Title: Hickey
Author: podga
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Nick Stokes
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me and I don't make money off of them
Summary: PWP
Author's Note: This one's for georgiamagnolia, who, otherwise ignoring my careful character development in "Countdown", exhorted them not to stop. gm, I hope you like it!
"Stop."
"No."
"Stop. Now."
"How‘re you gonna make me?"
Grissom sighed. He was too old for this. "Throw you out?" he suggested.
"You would do that? Or more to the point, could you?"
Probably not. He outweighed Nick, but Nick was stronger. And Nick was straddling his hips.
"You're going to have to let go eventually," he said.
Nick leered. "Maybe I could just cuff you."
Grissom tried to ignore the way his cock jumped at the thought. He wasn't into bondage. Generally speaking.
Nick leaned forward again and softly bit Grissom's neck, licking the flesh he'd captured between his teeth, sucking a little. Grissom tried to buck him off, but didn't have much leverage. Nick had his fingers laced with Grissom's, his forearms pinning Grissom's against the bed over his head. Grissom felt Nick smile against his neck.
"You might as well give up," Nick whispered into Grissom's ear, his breath hot and moist. There was no ‘i' sound in ‘might' the way he said it. "You know. Enjoy it."
"But I'm not enjoying it."
Nick raised his head slightly. He scooted backwards a little, his jeans rough on Grissom's bare hips and smiled again.
"Really? You could've fooled me."
"That's just a physiological response to stimulation," Grissom said.
Nick laughed. "Are you going to lecture me now?" He licked Grissom's ear. "Go ahead, you have my full attention," he murmured, then went back to nibbling and sucking Grissom's throat.
"You know. I don't think I. Will respect you. In the morning," Grissom tried to say firmly. It would have probably sounded more convincing if he hadn't had to take a breath every third or fourth word in order to stop himself from moaning.
That seemed to give Nick pause. He raised his head again and looked at Grissom.
"You wouldn't," he said, but Grissom heard a thread of uncertainty in his voice.
"No?"
Nick frowned down at him. "You would?"
"Stop sucking on my neck and you'll never have to find out, will you?"
Nick slowly straightened up, releasing Grissom's hands. "OK." He put his hands on his knees and sat looking down at Grissom. "But you wouldn't."
Grissom pushed himself into a sitting position and slid his hands around Nick's waist under his unbuttoned shirt.
"Why are you still wearing all your clothes?" he murmured, then kissed Nick's chest, licking a wet trail across the smooth skin, breathing in his smell.
Nick shrugged his shirt off and arched his back, giving Grissom free access to more skin. Grissom worked his way to one small tight nipple and licked it delicately. "Do you like that, Nick?" he asked.
"Yes," Nick said in a shivery whisper. He put his hands on Grissom's bare shoulders, rubbing them restlessly, then gripping them hard when Grissom bit him lightly.
"Ah," he gasped and Grissom stopped and looked up at him.
"Still OK?"
Nick didn't seem to hear the question. His hips were grinding into Grissom's, his eyes closed, his head thrown back. Definitely still OK, but denim against bare skin was getting a bit painful. Grissom flipped them over, so that Nick was lying on the bed, with Grissom on top. He propped himself on one elbow and caressed Nick's flushed cheek.
"Tell me what you like, Nick."
Nick didn't answer. Instead, he pulled Grissom's head down so that he could kiss him, his hips still moving against Grissom's. Grissom trailed his hand down Nick's chest until he reached the waistband of his jeans. He snapped it open and slid a little off Nick's body, so that he could put slip his hand inside. Nick tried to turn so as to maintain contact with Grissom, but Grissom pushed him flat on his back again, throwing his leg over Nick's to keep him there.
"Grissom," Nick mumbled against his mouth, when Grissom ran his fingers on the underside of Nick's cock, tracing the vein there. Grissom paused, but Nick didn't say anything else, only continued kissing him, so he wrapped his fingers around Nick's cock and stroked him. It was dry at first, but then Nick started leaking precum, and Grissom wet his palm on it and started stroking harder. Nick stopped kissing him and pushed his head back into the pillow, his eyes shut tight, his mouth slack. Grissom wanted to do more, but Nick's jeans made it difficult, so he kneeled on the bed and tugged them off, along with Nick's underwear.
Grissom sat on his heels between Nick's legs, just looking at Nick as he lay stretched out, his eyes still closed, his cock hard. Now that he'd stopped, he wasn't quite sure how to begin again. He noticed his fingers were trembling slightly as he touched Nick's ankle and then slid along his calf feeling the soft skin and the light covering of hair which grew sparser as he reached the inside of his thigh. He looked at Nick's face and saw that Nick was looking at him, his eyes glittering between heavy lids.
"Tell me what you like," Grissom repeated.
Again Nick didn't answer, but he bent one leg outwards and closed his eyes again. Grissom touched the sac between Nick's legs and Nick's hips jerked in reaction. Grissom couldn't remember if he'd ever been with anyone who willingly abandoned himself like Nick did, just waiting for the next touch, the next caress. Almost experimentally, he touched the crease of Nick's ass. Nick's hips jerked again and his leg fell open wider. Seeing Nick lie open like that made Grissom feel almost dizzy with desire.
Grissom had wanted their first time to last. He'd imagined making love to Nick for a long time, imagined Nick's face, his sounds as he brought him closer and closer. Somehow he'd imagined himself an unaffected participant, just controlling the action until he brought Nick off. But he didn't think he could wait any longer. He raised Nick's legs to his shoulders, smoothing his hands along Nick's shins, then reached for the bottle of lubricant and poured some into his palm, waiting for it to warm a little. He slid two fingers into Nick, expecting resistance, but found none, just a welcoming tightness. He pushed his fingers against Nick's prostate and Nick bucked against him, as if trying to pull him further in. He rolled on a condom, then leaned forward, resting his weight against the back of Nick's legs until he could reach Nick's mouth and he kissed him deeply. Nick wrapped his arms around Gil's shoulders, then tensed when Grissom tried to push into him.
"Wait," Nick said, but he didn't push Grissom away, only slid his hands lower on Grissom's shoulder blades, his fingers digging in almost painfully. Grissom waited, concentrating on Nick's breathing. After a few seconds Nick exhaled and Grissom pressed in slowly. Nick pushed his head back into the pillow again and made a sound that was something between a sob and a cough, and Grissom paused again, smoothing sweaty tendrils of hair away from Nick's forehead, kissing his throat.
"Nick? Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No, I want this," Nick grunted. "I've just never..." He took a couple of shallow breaths. "Just take it slow."
"Nick, if I were going any slower I'd be going backwards," Grissom said, then when Nick laughed, jerked his hips deliberately, pushing himself halfway in. Nick yelped.
"You should have told me it was your first time," Grissom said. "There are easier ways to do this."
Nick was panting. "Stop lecturing me," he muttered, then raised his hips slightly, taking Grissom in a little deeper.
Grissom kissed Nick's throat again, licking the salty skin. He withdrew a little, then slowly pushed all the way in. Nick didn't make a sound this time, although his fingers were probably going to leave bruises on Grissom's back.
"OK?" Grissom whispered.
"Yeah," Nick breathed. He slowly relaxed and tangled his fingers in Grissom's hair.
Grissom started moving again, slowly, carefully, and Nick whimpered, but Grissom could feel Nick's body respond and he knew that Nick was starting to feel pleasure. Way too soon he felt his own orgasm coming, and he tried to slow down, to reach for Nick and help him along, but he'd never been very good at multi-tasking, and then he forgot everything but his own pleasure, and he came in hard spurts.
When it was over, he slowly pulled out of Nick and knelt between his legs again. Nick lay unmoving, almost dazed, but his cock was still hard and Grissom bent and slowly licked up the vein, then took Nick in his mouth. Nick whimpered again and Grissom realized then that this was simply Nick's sound. He swirled his tongue around Nick's cock and he could feel Nick start to tense up, his hips and back arching off the bed, pushing himself deeper into Grissom's mouth.
"Grissom," Nick gasped, one hand trying to push Grissom's head away, but Grissom ignored him. He'd never liked the taste of come, and he didn't now, but he hated the thought of backing away from Nick, from Nick's pleasure, even more, so he stayed where he was, until Nick finished and pulled at his hair.
Afterwards he lay down on his back next to Nick, frowning up at the ceiling. He felt the bed shift and knew that Nick had turned on his side and was looking at him. He wondered if Nick was expecting him to say something, but he couldn't think of anything. He didn't want this to be anything but sex without strings, and the fact that Nick hadn't put up the slightest resistance to bottoming unnerved him, because men who just wanted sex didn't give up their preferences like that.
"Grissom?" Nick's voice sounded meek, a bit hesitant, and it filled Grissom with trepidation.
"Don't call me Grissom," he evaded. Then, when Nick didn't continue, he turned his head to look at him. "What?"
"Do you own any turtlenecks?"
It took a second for Grissom to process the question. Then he raised his hand to his neck.
"You didn't," he said icily
Nick grinned. "Nope. But you were looking pretty serious there for a second." He reached over and flicked a finger against Grissom's cheek. "I'm going to get going. OK?"
"Fine."
When Nick finished dressing, he stood next to the bed, his hands shoved into his pockets.
"Gil? This was ...nice."
Grissom fought with himself for a second, not really wanting to say anything, but he needed to know.
"Nick, why didn't you tell me you top?"
He was surprised to see Nick flush at the question.
"Uh, the truth is, I don't... I haven't."
Grissom sat up. "But you've had sex with men," he said slowly.
Nick shrugged. "Yeah. Just no penetration."
Grissom felt slightly winded. "Why not?" was all he could think to say.
Nick smiled. "I guess I didn't hook up with the right type. Or they didn't. Anyway. Now that you know, do you feel like doing this again sometime?" He grinned crookedly. "Just think of all the lectures you can give someone with my level of inexperience."
Grissom smiled back. "Sex and a chance to teach? Sounds tempting."
"Aw, what the hell. I'll throw in no hickies, as well." Nick bent down and kissed him. "See you, Grissom," he said, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.
"Don't call me Grissom," Gil called out after him, but all he got in response was a "Bye, Grissom," before the front door slammed shut, and there was no ‘i' sound in ‘bye' either, the way Nick said it.
