Title: Una Romanza Italiana
By: Beverly
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Established relationship, PWP, Romance Summary: Gil challenges Nick...and has to pay for it.
Author's notes: Inspired by the wish of a friend "Write a story that begins with the words 'Never come between an italian and his kitchen.'" I don't speak italian. Every word and every sentence ins this story is the result of a intense encounter between my dictionary and me. I hope everyone who speaks italian, won't mind my mistakes.

"Never come between an Italian and his kitchen. I've warned you. You didn't want to listen. You couldn't let it go, could you? You had to provoke me. Had to ask me if there weren't better things to do right now..."

A soft purr in his ear, causing goose bumps to cover his whole body.

Panting, Gil Grissom was laying on the bed, his eyes closed, his skin tingling with sensation, his heartbeat slowly calming down. After a few minutes he was able to turn his head, and look at his lover. He gazed directly into the chocolate brown eyes of Nick Stokes.

"You're not Italian, Nicky. And you know that." Gil murmured, and a laughing mouth silenced him with a kiss. Followed by another one.

"But in my heart...and in my kitchen...I am. So, do you have enough? Or you're up for more?"

Gil groaned slightly, causing his lover to laugh heartily. "God, Nicky, you're trying to kill me."

A soft, warm tongue licked his way over Gil's chest, circling one nipple, gliding up, up, up, until it gently touched Gil's lips, prying them open, diving in, tasting, thereby making the older man moan softly. And again Nick's soft whisper, close to his mouth this time,

"No killing, love, just a little pampering. So, let me think...where were we?"

Gil propped himself up on one elbow, and kissed his lover gently.

"I guess you wanted to make us...linguini."

"Si, mi cuore. Con pomodore, basilico e aglio. E poi...Tiramisa." (Italian: "Yes, my heart. With tomatoes, basil and garlic. And then...Tiramisu.")

Every word was accentuated with a loving kiss somewhere on Gil's body, until he was unable to do anything different than simply nod.

"D'altra parte...per quanto mi rigarda...adesso all'improvviso non ho fame." (Italian: "On the other hand...concerning me...now I'm suddenly not hungry.")

"Neanch'io." ("Me, neither.") Gil replied in a husky voice, and took Nick's mouth in a bruising kiss. Eating wasn't really on his agenda right now. But devouring his young lover...oh yes. With a quick motion, he turned Nick around until he came to rest on top of his lover, kissing him with all the love he felt inside him.

"Right now I only want you, Nicky."

With an almost blinding smile, Nick pulled Gil down to him, kissing him, claiming him, and letting his hands wander down the soft body of the older man, caressing the warm skin, and finally cupping his lover's ass with both hands.

A strangled gasp was the only answer he got.

"God, yes, Nicky. Let me...let me love you, yes?"

Without hesitation, Nick nodded, reaching blindly with one hand under his pillow to pull out the lube, and pressing it in his lover's hand. Gil squirted some of the liquid on his hand, coating his fingers with it, then reaching around his lover to prepare him.

But Nick was still open and slick from their last lovemaking, so Gil could push two fingers inside his lover without any resistance. A deep moan vibrated through his lover's body, when he gently pushed his fingers deeper into Nick's tight heat.

Gil bit his bottom lip, trying to think about his latest case, or about Sara. Finally, he thought about Ecklie, and that prevented him from coming on the spot. Watching his young lover, brow furrowed in rapt concentration, his skin flushed and covered with sweat, was a sight to behold.

"God, Gil, please. Take me now. I need you, I...GOD! YES!"

The last words were shouted, when Gil finally took mercy on his young lover and entered him in one swift motion. He stayed still for a few seconds, breathing deeply in and out.

"Move, Gil, move...please, oh god, please..." Nick almost whimpered in need.

"Don't beg me, Nicky. You don't have to beg me." And he began to move, with long, powerful thrusts he claimed his lover, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained in his lover, before pushing back deep into his explosive heat.

Though their last lovemaking was less than an hour ago, Gil could already feel his climax raising. He grabbed Nick's cock and began to stroke him in the same rhythm as he trusted in his lover. Only a few seconds later, Nick arched his back and came. Over Gil's hand, over his own stomach. Gil sped up his movements and with a harsh scream he came. He remained still for one heartbeat in the moment of white-hot ecstasy, lingering for a few seconds longer in this perfect moment of time. Then he collapsed on top of Nick.

"I love you, Nicky." he breathed against the sweaty skin of the young Texan, and smiled when he heard the mumbled "I love you, too," barely audible over a big yawn.

Strong arms encircled him in a loving embrace, and with a content sigh he rested his head on Nick's strong shoulder. It didn't last long until Nick's breathing evened out, indicating that the young man had fallen asleep. With a big smile, Gil snuggled closer and closed his eyes, too.

It seemed as if their Italian dinner would have to wait one more day.

The end