Title: Lazy Day
Author: Dee
Rating: PG -13
Word Count: 1056
Pairings: Gil and Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes.
Warnings: Absolute fluff
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: A bit surreal....just go with flow! And, my last post for weeks….of on my hols to Greece!

Nick turned over and stretched and yawned. He looked over to the other side of the bed – it was empty - Gil was up - and then he glanced at the bedside clock.

It was 9.15…he’d slept for about ten hours! It was Saturday and he would normally stay in bed until about seven and maybe have a little sex before breakfast. Normal days he and Gil usually rolled, reluctantly, out of bed at six to go to work. Working ‘days’ had meant a huge change in their lifestyle – but they’d got used to it and actually preferred it now, especially as Gil was a little older - the graveyard shift took it out of you.

Think of the devil and here he was.

“Hey, sleeping beauty your prince was getting lonely!”

“How long have you been up, man?”

“’Bout three hours.”

“Couldn’t you sleep?”

“I slept well and decided to get up and get things done, sleepy head.”

“Sooo…what have you done that needed you to get up instead of snuggling with your beloved?”

“Well…. I had toast and coffee on the deck and then cleaned up the kitchen; I’ve done two loads of laundry and put it out to dry. I tidied the living room up – you’re messy, I’ve told you before haven’t I - and checked and cleared some e-mails and then I showered and went to the mall. Took the dry cleaning in and collected the other stuff, filled the tank up – how expensive was that - and returned about ten minutes ago to your snores.

“’Prince’….you sound more like Cinderella. You wanna go to the ball?”

“Now that you mention there are a couple of balls I wouldn’t mind acquainting myself with!”

“That right?” Nick pushed up onto his elbows and eyed his lover. “Trouble is, I need to pee man, but I hardly have the energy to get up.” And with that he slumped back down on the bed and put his hands behind his head.

He lay there with the sheet barely covering his pelvis. His muscled chest on splendid display with his arms extended over his head. His flat stomach leading down to the short pubic hair peeking above the sheet. Gil could see the outline of a half hearted erection – he did need to take a pee, after all. Nick was beautiful. His skin clear, and creamy in colour and smooth to touch. He was forty-one now but could easily pass for early thirties. Only a few flecks of grey at his temples and a few more fine lines around his eyes and mouth – but they were lines of laughter, not stress. They did have, after all, a wonderful, happy, life together.

It didn’t stop Gil remembering that he was fifteen years older and he still didn’t know what on earth this man saw in him at his age and general state of decrepitness and decay. Gil looked up into the laughing eyes of Nick.

“Don’t I know what you’re thinking?” This was familiar argument.

“That you are very beautiful…”

“…and that you are a decrepit old man with greying, almost white hair and a paunchy look and the bandiest legs known to mankind…am I right or am I right?”

“It’s true Nicky and as we get older the differences are greater, you can’t deny it…”

“Oh, I can and I will…that almost white hair of yours is the softest and silkiest hair in the world and that paunch of yours is the sweetest pillow I’ve ever laid my head on. I love you and I wouldn’t have you any other way, you know that, I’ve told you so many times.”

“What about my legs though?”

“Oh well, I’m sorry man ‘cause they’re still the bandiest legs known to mankind…and probably the known universe!”

“You say the kindest things! What do you want for breakfast?”

“Let me see….eggs, crispy bacon, french toast, grilled tomatoes and coffee and juice of course!”

“Your wish is my command!”

“Different story isn’t it, shouldn’t I have a lamp and you jump out of it when I rub it?”

“Something’ll jump out at you, if your not careful, you presumptuous young man!”

“Oohhh, frightened here….” Was all he could say as Gil pounced on him and tickled him. He actually hated that he was so ticklish; he’d been tormented by his sisters when he was a boy – but Gil was entirely different. He squirmed and chuckled and was then stopped still by the mouth of his lover covering his. He wrapped his arms around Gil and pulled him to him as tightly as he could.

“We could stay in bed all day.” He managed when they came up for air.

“Easy for you to say when I haven’t even started on cleaning the cellar yet and I’m expecting a real prince to come by and bring some shoes to try on later…”

“…let me tell you in no uncertain terms, Cinders, that if any other prince comes sniffing around you he’ll be out on his ass for his trouble, shoes or no shoes, anyway you should be more careful where you leave them lying about!”

“And where exactly do you keep your shining armour, Sire?”

“On my trusty white steed of course, so I can jump into it and ride off at a moment’s notice.”

“Don’t tell me – I’ve got to feed and water the blasted animal and shine up your suit as well.”

“Of course, and while you’re at it don’t forget my Superman and Spiderman outfits need laundering!”

“It would seem, Sire, that you are delusional with a multi-personality disorder….”

“Very possibly since I’m suffering from severe thirst and hunger having been neglected by my usually fairly trustworthy manservant!”

“I would certainly have serviced you Sire had you been awake, but your disinclination to rouse yourself from your stupor caused me to leave you to sleep and regenerate your superpowers.”

“Good thinking Batman, or should that be Robin, even Superheroes need their lazy days.”

“I’m a bit lost now, are you Bruce or Clark or Peter…anyway go pee, take a shower and I’ll get your breakfast and then we’ll tinker with the Batmobile and see if we can engage the thrusters, what do you say?”

“I say ‘that sounds like a plan’ and I’m gonna be………..”

The End