Title: Adventures in Homework
Author: Deb
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Challenge: Gil Grissom Fuh-Q-Fest - Kink Challenge 5: Bondage
Summary: Gil, some rope, and an amused Nick.
Word Count: 1,511
Author's Note/Warnings: Contains badly written explicit sex. And bondage. So...yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own the pretties, I just play in the sandbox.

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It was rare that Grissom found himself in embarrassing situations, especially situations he created himself. But this time, he reflected ruefully, he'd done it. Nick would never, ever let him down.

It had started innocently enough. A body had been found tied up in the dessert, but the knots looked off. Catherine had sent Gil home after a triple with no sleep, and he couldn't get the man out of his mind. The case file was flipped through irritably, coffee sat forgotten and untouched in front of him as he stared at the pictures, willing the body to speak to him, to give up the secrets it guarded in death.

He was running a length of thin clothesline through his hand, soft and worn cotton, same as in the photo. Knot after knot, experiment after experiment he tried didn't work. He couldn't get the knots to work. It was frustrating. Then inspiration (later to be called stupidity) struck. He carefully lay down on the bed, started with a simple loop at one end of the twenty odd feet of rope. That was used to bind his ankles.

Then he realized his victim had been naked, and in order to reproduce the scene he had to reproduce the largest variables. He freed his ankles and stripped, then lay back down. Ankles were bound, and he carefully wove the rope around and through his legs, an ornate lacing pattern faintly reminiscent of roman sandals. When he hit his knees, he started the first knot, an intricate sailor's knot, beautiful, functional. And he was so pleased to realize the knot looked -right- he didn't consider fully the ramifications of tying himself up.

At least, not until he was trussed like a roasting piglet, unable to free his hands, unable to move. Oh he was comfortable in the bondage, the rope was soft and gentle against his skin, it wasn't too tight and nothing tingled or stung or was cold from restricted circulation. (In fact, if he were honest, a certain part of him tingled from an excess of blood flow.)

He fought the ropes for a few minutes, realizing that he'd done himself in this time. The more he struggled, the tighter and more inescapable the knots came. He was well and truly stuck, just like the vic had been. Well, he sighed, at least he knew how. Now to ponder the why. Maybe the man had been waiting for a lover that never came, someone didn't show up when they were supposed to. Something had happened, somewhere.

Then a soft drawl broke into his self imposed musings. "Well, well, well. If this ain't a pretty package to come home to." Nicky was grinning, eyeing Gil appreciatively, taking in the bright white rope that set off barely tanned skin. And it looked truly magnificent framing Gil's erect cock. The head was bright red, bordering on purple and contrasted beautifully with the rest of the picture.

Gil wanted to just disappear, if ever he prayed for the bed to open up and swallow him it was now. His face was bright red, his breathing fast and shallow. That's when Gil realized, to his horror, he was incredibly turned on. Not just from the bondage, but from being caught in such a compromising position. Nick was still leaning against the doorframe and grinning, waiting for Gil to say something, to try and explain his way out of this.

"Nicky. I was just working on the case. There was a DB out in the desert and we couldn't find out why his ropes were tied and...and I was trying to recreate it. And I did. I theorize he tied himself up and his partner didn't show up to release him. Then as days passed he died of exposure or dehydration. We'll know more when tox comes in."

Nick just kept that maddening grin in place as he sauntered to the bed. "That so? And I'm guessin' you want me to untie you so you don't suffer the same fate." Butter wouldn't melt in Nick's mouth, as innocent and helpful as he sounded.

Gil was immediately on guard.

"Well, Nicky, I was hoping you'd untie me. I do need to make dinner and I have to work on that article for..." Gil trailed off and swallowed hard. The look in the Texan's eyes would melt a lot more then butter right now. In a few easy strides, Nick had crossed to the bed from the doorway, stripping as he went. It wasn't often he had control over Gil, and he was going to exploit this moment for all it was worth.

"I think you're just gonna have to wait, Gil. You look real pretty like this. And I'm kinda in the mood to have a taste of this buffet you're providin'." Nick crawled onto the bed, licking Gil's knee, nuzzling a thigh. Gil was silent through the threat, through the beginning ministrations. And before he had time to protest, Nick's mouth was on Gil's aching cock and doing things Gil was pretty sure were still illegal in Texas.

It was impossible to move, given the restrictive bondage he was in. It was impossible not to move, not when Nick's tongue traced every throbbing vein, lapped up every weeping drop of pre-cum, not when silky lips slid over turgid flesh, not when-

And then Gil was crying out, eyes rolling back, body tense and shuddering as he came hard enough to have dark spots dancing across his vision. Nick lapped up every drop, making a contented noise as the taste of his lover filled his mouth. Once he'd licked Gil clean, he leaned up to kiss the panting man lightly, then rolled him over. A pocket knife made quick work of the rope binding Gil's legs, but his arms and hands remained bound. A hand searched in the bedside drawer, drawing out lube and a condom. Gil was still basking in the afterglow to say anything, so Nick applied himself to preparing his lover for more.

A finger was coated in the slick lube, and Nick always hated the faintly medicinal smell of the K-Y they used. But the warming sensation did amazing things for Gil, it made him so eager and responsive on the rare times Gil bottomed that Nick could deal with it. The liquid warmed as he slowly plumbed the depths of his lover, listening to Gil's moans, playing his body like an instrument to get the tones and sounds he wanted. One finger, two fingers, three fingers and there was the right pitch, the one that indicated Gil was ready. Nick was desperate, but he slicked himself after sliding the condom on.

It took most of his self control, but Nick guided himself inside Gil's willing body slowly, carefully. He felt Gil tense, then there was the slow, beautiful softening, the acceptance, the moan that meant Gil felt as good as Nick did.

Gil was beyond words, he couldn't speak. The thick mushroom head of Nick's cock scraped his prostate with every languid stroke sending Gil into paroxysms of pleasure. "That's it, Gil. Just lay there, let me make you feel good, love you so much," Nick panted. It felt incredible, Gil was moaning, finally giving up his hold on that damnable self control he wore like armor. Nick whimpered, babbling softly, gentle words of love, softly whispered words of praise.

The heat, the friction, the sensation was just too much and Gil screamed, a hoarse and guttural sound as a second orgasm (something he should be too old for, he'd think later) was ripped from his overly sensitized body. Nick cried Gil's name and finished moments later, the inner muscles of Gil's body milking his release from him.

They lay together in a sweaty heap for a long while, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the comfortable intimacy of being joined too precious, too rare to end quickly. Finally, Nick withdrew and cleaned up, then quickly cut Gil free. Gil's eyes were hazy, his face slack, lips curved in a half smile.

"Gil, you okay? Didn't hurt nothin', did I?" Nick was concerned, Gil had really said much and now guilt was eating the Texan alive. He'd never forgive himself if he hurt Gil- "Was that a purr?" He looked at Gil, almost amused.

Gil nodded, repeated the sound. Nick chuckled, bent down to kiss his lover on the lips. A tee shirt was used to clean Gil up, and within moments they were both in bed, snuggled under the covers with the lights off.

"You know Gil, you should bring your work home with you more often."

The elbow landed in his ribs with deadly, if gentle, accuracy and it sent Nick into a gale of laughter.

"It was an experiement. You usually hate my experiments."

"Yeah, but this one wasn't in the fridge and stinkin' the whole place up..."

"You will never let me live that down, will you?"

"Hell no, man. And you said the Gouda smelled bad..."