Title: As If
Author: sirjimmy24
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Nick Stokes
Rating: R
Warning: No Spoilers, a little naughty language.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with CSI or CBS. Just having some no profit fun.
Summary: Another Jealous!Nick/Clueless!Gil. Cause they're fun.

As if you weren’t frustrated enough.

 

You get to witness that.

 

Not fair.

 

So. Not. Fair.

 

Nofairnofairnofairnofairnofair…!

 

Serves you right for listening in, but how were you supposed know what that noise was if you didn’t check it out?

 

Exactly, this is their fault!

 

In the break room of all places, so what if they’re finishing up what amounts to a triple shift and the lab is practically empty anyway?

 

No excuse.

 

Who does Catherine think she is, moaning like that? All wanton and husky, and hey now, God does not need to be called out to in such a manner ok?

 

You see her toss her hair back and she moans again.

 

“Oh Gil that’s so good, right there…uhhhh…yes…!”

 

You bite your lip till the blood almost comes, and if your head wasn’t already shaved, then you Nick Stokes, would most definitely be pulling your hair out.

 

In all honesty, you are not mad at Catherine (not that she would care, she’s reveling in what your grandmother would deem an occasion of sin, if not a prelude to lust), well not really.

 

Just jealous and spiteful at the moment.

 

Lust.

 

Had to think that didn’t you? Moron. Now you’re frustrated and horny.

 

She unleashes another breathy moan and you want to rip your ears off, maybe punch the next poor bastard who crosses your path.

 

No.

 

Not just any poor bastard. 

You have a specific bastard in mind. A big bastard with striking good looks, and stormy blue eyes, and soft graying curls and that distinctively sweet tenor voice with hints of the confident authority he wields and that smile that makes you melt and how dare he not be using those hands on you and good god Nick Stokes that is some major wood you are sporting just now isn’t it?

 

Get a hold of yourself; you are almost forty!

 

You try to block out Catherine’s moans by focusing on Gil’s hands (those lovely, strong hands) hypnotically moving along her shoulders as she sits, working out the knots in her neck and back, reducing her to limp putty. You can’t see her face but you can imagine the look of goofy blissed out pleasure it must contain.

 

Now you are just pissed off.

 

It should be you in that chair shouldn’t it?!

 

You put in a triple as well, working the same damn cases as them, and dammit, if Gil Grissom is going to be massaging (touching …groping…feeling up…) anyone, it should be you.

 

Your neck and shoulders have knots in them too, just begging to be worked out.

 

So do your other two thousand parts if he’d only touch them!

 

You’d let him touch you all right. Touch you all over, fuckin’ A! Christ the things you do to him, the things you’d let him do to you!

 

Those hands, and those lips and that tongue you are positive is capable of many wicked wicked things and you know he’s hung (you peeked) and can fuck you good and proper and then you hear another moan from Catherine and something in your brain snaps.

 

In five steps you reach them, grabbing Gil from behind and tackling him to the floor.

 

“What the..!?  Nick! What are you doing? Leggo…stop it!”

 

“Enough! Fuckin enough! Me! Give it to me Gil! You’re mine dammit!”

 

“What are you talking about? What is wrong with …?!”

 

You pin him to the floor of the break room and since you’re as good as fired anyway you…

 

Oh God.

 

His mouth is hot and wet and so fucking perfect and he’s kissing you back now, that wicked tongue living up to your fantasies as he plunders your very soul and you can feel your whole body flushing with arousal and you break away with a gasp.

 

He looks dazed and loopy and so fucking HOT and you want to kiss him again but then reality sinks in and you look up.

 

Catherine is still seated, and she’s glaring at you with a mix of annoyance and …amusement?

 

“You know Nick, you could have waited till we were done.”

 

And you blush.

 

The End.