Title: Lady Heather Helps Out
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick/Lady Heather

It took a lot for Nick to come here today, but he needed advice and she was the only person he knew that could help him. When he pulled up in front of Lady Heather's, his mouth was dry and he felt nauseated. He would have turned around right then and there, but she had been expecting him and she was standing at the door.

Heather stood at the door and watched the young man debating with himself. When she had gotten his unexpected telephone call, she had been intrigued.

Nick continued to sit in his SUV, biting the fingernail on his forefinger down to the quick. He replayed what had happened to bring him here over and over in his mind. They had been on a crime scene together, there had been something in the pool and Gil had told Nick to retrieve it. Nick had kicked off his shoes and socks, and taken off his shirt. After he had gotten out of the pool, Nick had been holding the evidence, dripping wet and Gil had told Nick that he had a nice chest. Nick had deliberately kept his shirt off for a while and Nick noticed that Gil couldn't keep his eyes off of him.

During the remainder of that shift and the rest of that week, Nick paid particular interest in the way Gil acted around him and the others. Nick took note of the way Gil always seemed to walk into the locker room to talk to him after a shift, he also noted the way Gil leaned against him while they looked at something in one of the microscopes. Nick would bet any amount of money that Gil was interested, but Nick was getting frustrated with this waiting game and wanted to speed up the process. Hence, the call to Lady Heather.

But now that the time was at hand, he was scared. What if he had misread his boss? What if Gil wasn't really interested in him? What if it was just wishful thinking on his part?

Nick finally took a deep breath and opened the door. He walked up to Lady Heather like a man facing the gallows. She smiled. "Don't worry, I won't bite."

He gave her a sickly smile. She took his hand and led him into her private salon.

"Mr. Stokes, please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea, or something stronger?"

"Stron...stronger, please." Nick winced as his voice cracked. He sat down in one of the Victorian chairs that flanked her fireplace.

Heather opened a small refrigerator hidden behind a antique table and pulled out a bottle of imported beer. She removed the cap and handed him the bottle. She laughed softly as Nick drank half the bottle in one gulp.

"Mr. Stokes, there is no need to be nervous. Anything that is said in this room is private and confidential. Do you understand?"

Nick nodded and drank another big swallow. Heather sat down in the chair across from him and crossed her legs. She was wearing a black bustier and jeans. Casual, but still sexy as hell, thought Nick.

"When we talked on the phone, you gave me a general idea about why you were calling, so we don't have to waste a lot of time. You want Gil Grissom and you think he might want you, correct?"

Nick nodded.

"As you know, Gil and I share a special relationship. He has told me things about his sexual preferences and though I will not go into detail, since that would be breaking his confidences, I will tell you that it is entirely possible that your feelings of sexual desire are returned."

Nick's eyes widened at that bit of news and he could not help but smile.

Heather returned his gaze and smiled back. "Now, we need to find a way to get him to take the plunge, so to speak. Knowing Gil the way I do, I imagine that if he does want you as badly as you seem to want him, he will not act on it due to your work relationship. So, we need to gently nudge him into a tryst."

Heather touched the fingertips of both hands together and leaned forward.

"Mr. Stokes...." She started.

"Nick."

"Nick, I have a plan, but first I need to know if you are gay or bi-sexual?"

"Does it matter?" Nick asked.

"For this plan, it does."

"I consider myself bi. I love sex with women too, it's just that... Gil does it for me. But I really don't have a whole lot of experience with men."

"Excellent. Now, how much experience to you have?"

"I experimented in college. Since then, I've been with three men."

"Top or bottom?" Heather asked.

Nick blushed. "Both, it doesn't matter."

"Good. Now, I will take care of everything. This is what will happen....."

****

Gil was surprised to hear from Heather. They had not talked to each other for several weeks. She had told him that she had a special project and needed his help with it. She wouldn't elaborate, other than to say that she knew he would enjoy it.

When he arrived, he was met at the door by a beautiful, young woman of about twenty-five. She greeted him by name and informed him that Lady Heather was waiting for him and led him down a long hallway. She gestured towards a door and told him to go in and close the door behind him.

Gil walked in and closed the door behind him, as instructed. He turned and sight before him took his breath away.

Heather was reclining on an antique chaise lounge, dressed only in a leather bustier. A nude, well-built man was between her legs, eating her pussy. One of her hands was playing with the man's thick dark hair. The man was on his hands and knees and Gil felt himself harden. The man's ass was perfectly formed and Gil longed to run his hands over the tight flanks.

Heather smiled up at him and said, "Gil, I'm glad you could join us. It seems that my young friend here needs your help. He wants to experience a man and I immediately thought of you.

Gil was silent as he watched the man continue to service Heather. He could hear the sounds of his moist tongue strokes. There was something familiar about him, but Gil could not focus enough to think about that now. His cock was straining against his jeans and he felt flushed with excitement. He took a step forward.

He knew how Lady Heather ran things, so he asked, "What do you want me to do, Lady Heather?"

"You may take off your clothes." Heather said in a soft but commanding tone.

Gil unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. After placing it on a chair, he reached to unbutton his jeans. Heather's voice stopped him.

"Gil, do you have an erection?"

"Yes, Lady Heather." Gil said quietly and he heard the man moan.

He saw the man's hand reach up to his cock, but Heather tapped him on the shoulder and said, "No, my pet, not yet."

Gil watched the man's hand drop to the floor again. Heather motioned for Gil to continue. Gil finished unfastening his jeans and slid them down his legs. He stepped out of them and he put them on top of this shirt. His erection was very apparent in the dark cotton boxers.

Heather smiled and nodded. Gil took the boxers off and they joined his other clothes.

"Good." Heather drew the word out as her head fell backwards and she began to pant. Gil watched as Heather experienced her climax. His heart was racing and he felt like he could not breath.

"Thank you, my pet." Heather murmured as her breathing slowed.

"Now, Gil, I want you to take that bottle of lubricant and pour some in your hands." Gil moved to obey. Heather moaned as another orgasm hit her.

"I want you to insert one of your fingers into his nice, tight ass. Slowly and gently."

Gil knelt behind the man and placed both hands on his ass, he rubbed gently and felt the man push back into him. He ran one of his fingers down into the cleft of his ass and gently prodded the tight entrance. He heard the other man whimper.

"My pet seems to like your touch, Gil." Heather said breathlessly.

Gil's finger slid into man and he smiled as he heard a gasp.

"Is he tight?" Heather asked.

"God, yes. So tight." Gil exclaimed.

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"Yes. Please." Gil's fingers were slowly fucking the sweet ass.

"Add another finger. We want him nice and relaxed for your cock, don't we?"

"Yes." Gil obeyed her command and felt the man moving his hips in rhythm with Gil's thrusting fingers.

"Do you think you're ready for Gil's cock, my pet?"

Gil heard a muffled, "Yes."

Heather reached behind her and picked up a condom off of a table. She pulled the man's head out of her pussy by his hair and said, "Pet, you need to put the condom on Gil, so he can fuck you."

When the man took the condom and turned, Gil's heart seemed to stop. Nick looked back at him, his face wet with Heather's juices.

"Nicky." Gil whispered.

Nick smiled shyly and when he grasped Gil's cock to put the condom on, Gil came unglued.

"Nicky, God...OhGodOhGod...I can't...."

Heather stood and moved to stand by Gil. "Gil, I want you to give my pet a great deal of pleasure."

To Nick she said, "Pet, get up here and spread your legs." Heather patted the chaise lounge.

Nick obeyed and Heather held Nick's legs back and smiled at Gil, "Now, Gil. Take him. Make him yours."

Gil's eyes locked with Nick's as he pushed the head of his cock into Nick's waiting hole. Nick gasped and Gil pushed until his cock was buried deep inside.

He was aware of Heather fondling Nick's balls and felt a twinge of jealously. He wanted to be the one touching Nick. Gil began to move in and out of Nick's body.

Heather looked at Gil and said, "Give him his pleasure and then take yours."

Gil lost sense of time as he slowly fucked Nick. Nick was whimpering and begging for Gil to go faster, but Heather would shake her head and Gil stayed as the slow pace. Nick's hair was wet with sweat and small rivulets ran down his chest.

"Soon, my pet, soon." Heather crooned to Nick. She scraped the underside of Nick's shaft with her fingernail and he bucked and moaned.

Heather reached over and put her hand on Gil's hip and squeezed. "Now, Gil, make him scream."

Gil began pounding into Nick, grunting with each stroke. He heard his sweat-dampened balls slap against Nick's ass. Heather crooned to Nick, "Come for him, pet. This is what you wanted, scream for him."

Nick's head went back and his eyes closed as he screamed Gil's name, his thick cum spurted onto his belly and chest.

"Good boy." Heather whispered to Nick and then looked at Gil, "Fill him, Gil. Give yourself to him."

Gil bit down heavily on his lower lip as he felt his orgasm building. Nick's body was spasming around his cock and his release came with such force that he felt dizzy. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. When he finally opened them, Heather was gone. The room was empty except for the two of them.

He looked down into Nick's chocolate brown eyes. Nick was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. One side of Gil's mouth rose and he said softly, "You look very pleased with yourself."

"I'd like to think I look very satisfied." Nick said.

Gil moved back so that his cock was freed and he removed the condom. He tossed it into a small discreet trashcan beside the chaise lounge. Nick sat up and looked hesitantly at Gil, not knowing what to do next. Heather had told him that the room was very private and would be theirs for as long as they wanted it, and if it were up to him, they would be using it all day long. But it really wasn't up to him.

Gil watched the different emotions playing on Nick's face. "Nick, I have to say, this was a very unexpected, but very nice surprise."

Gil's hand reached up to touch Nick's cheek and Nick leaned into his touch. "I never thought you would be interested in a man, let alone an old man like me."

"I've wanted you for a long time. And I definitely don't think of you as old." Nick turned his face and kissed the palm of Gil's hand.

"Oh, Nicky, what are we going to do about this?" Gil rested his forehead against Nick's.

"Can't we take it one day at a time?" Nick asked and then added with a sheepish grin, "and this day isn't nearly over yet."

Gil chuckled and kissed Nick gently on the mouth.

"I'm going to have to have a long talk with Heather. I can't believe she set me up like this." Gil said, his lips moving across Nick's jaw line.

"Blame me. I asked for her help." Nick murmured, arching his neck to give his lover better access.

"Really? Interesting." Gil's mouth moved lower, soon he caught one of Nick's nipples between his teeth. Nick felt his cock hardening.

"Jesus." Nick gasped and he heard a soft rumbling as Gil laughed.

"Are you always submissive or was this something you wanted to try out?" Gil said between sucking Nick's tender nipples.

"First....time...." Nick moaned as Gil moved lower, pausing to dip his tongue in Nick's naval.

"Sometimes, I like the submissive role." Gil's mouth dropped lower, and Nick felt his tongue lick swiftly across the slit.

"Oh, God." Nick felt like his nerve endings were on fire. He had a mental image of Gil on his hands and knees with Nick's hard cock buried inside. Suddenly his mind went blank as Gil took Nick completely in his mouth.

Nick watched Gil's head move up and down on his cock. He thought it was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Gil continued to make love to Nick's cock until Nick thought he was going to explode.

Nick actually whined when Gil took his mouth away, causing a chuckle from Gil.

Gil tugged Nick down to the floor with him. They were both on their knees, chest to chest. Gil moved his hips so their cocks brushed together. Nick's arms wrapped around Gil and held on to his hips for balance.

"Look, Nick. Your cock is so beautiful. It feels like velvet. Do you like the way it feels against mine?"

Nick was gazing down at their intertwined cocks. He looked back up into Gil's blue eyes and said softly, "I love the way it feels." He brought one of his hands around and wrapped his long fingers around both cocks and smiled as he felt Gil shudder.

The men continued to thrust against each other until both were panting. Nick's hand continued to stroke both cocks. Gil's eyes closed and it filled Nick with satisfaction when Gil whimpered. "Please Nicky. Gonna come. Hurry, come with me."

Nick tightened his grip and pushed a finger into Gil's ass. Gil came instantly, his body shuddering and bucking against Nick. Nick held on, murmuring, "Ummmm, baby, you're so fucking sexy when you come."

Gil had just enough energy to push Nick backwards so that he was leaning against the chaise lounge and he lowered his head and once again, suck Nick into his mouth. Nick yelped and couldn't stop his hips from thrusting into Gil's hot mouth.

"Gil....stop...gonna come....can't stop." Nick grabbed Gil's head and held on as his come shot down the back of Gil's throat. Gil moaned as he swallowed Nick's hot semen. He released Nick's cock and sat back on his haunches. Nick gazed at Gil and that's when he noticed a small drop of his semen at the corner of Gil's mouth. He leaned forward and licked it off. Gil moaned, "Jesus, Nicky, you're going to kill me."

Nick laughed and said slyly, "We still have about five hours before our shift. Are you up for some more?"

"No." Gil tried to sound firm, but failed.

Nick laughed out loud and Gil mumbled something about his knees and carpet burn.

****

For the first time in years, Gil was late for work. When he arrived thirty minutes late, he told his team that he had been stuck in traffic. Catherine raised her eyebrows at the slow and stiff way that Gil was moving.

"Has anyone heard from Nick?" She asked.

"Uhm, he called in. He had car trouble, but he'll be here soon." Gil said, eyes were glued to the assignment sheets so he would not have to face anyone with his lie.

Gil had handed out all the assignments. Catherine remained in the conference room with him, looking over her case from the previous night, when Nick walked in. His hair was damp from his shower and he was flushed.

"Sorry I'm late. Got stuck in traffic." Nick said quickly, avoiding eye contact with Gil.

"If you don't want anyone to know about you two, you may want to get your stories straight." Catherine laughed and stood up.

Gil managed to keep a straight face and asked her, "I don't know what you're talking about Catherine. Nick, here is your assignment." Gil stood and started towards the door.

"Gil, you both have that 'just fucked' look. Hey, it's okay," she said when she saw Nick's scared face.

"Look, I love you both and I've wondered when one of you was going to get the balls to make the first move. God, some of the looks you give each other is enough to scorch the paint off the walls. Just tell me this, who made the first move?" Catherine had leaned against the door jamb, blocking any escape.

"Catherine, this isn't really the time or place to discuss..." Gil was interrupted.

"Screw that, I have $20 riding on this."

Gil blanched and Nick sat down and put his face in his hands.

"There's a bet?" Gil's voice was strangled. Nick moaned.

"Of course, there's a bet. Jesus, you two, look what we do for a living." Catherine said.

"Catherine, how many people are involved in this 'bet'?" Gil was suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.

Catherine finally realized how upset the two men were. "Hey, don't worry about it. Everyone is pulling for you. We're your friends; we want you to be happy. By the looks of things this morning, you two are happy, very happy. You both deserve some happiness."

Gil spoke softly to Nick, "Are you okay?"

Nick nodded without looking up. Catherine reached over and squeezed Nick's shoulder. "Nicky, Warrick was one of the first to notice and he's really okay with it."

"I'll leave you two alone to talk, but remember you owe us an answer so we can collect on our bet." Catherine said as she walked out.

Gil sighed and then noticed that Nick's shoulders were shaking. "Nicky, baby, don't cry. I don't mind if the whole world knows about us."

Nick moved his hands and Gil realized Nick had been laughing.

"Damn it, Nick. You had me scared that you were ashamed of us."

"Couldn't be ashamed of us. I've wanted this for too long. I'm just thinking that we should let them all sweat. $20 just doesn't seem like enough for that kind of information."

Gil shook his head at his lover, "You're all crazy. This whole lab is crazy."

THE END