Title: Accidentally In Love
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick

"Sara and I will get the inside, you take the outside." Gil said to Warrick. They had arrived on the crime scene about ten minute ago. Brass had given the team a brief rundown of what he knew. Young man found stabbed in the foyer of a nice house in the suburbs.

Sara was photographing the scene, while Gil collected evidence around the body. They worked quietly and efficiently for the next thirty minutes until Brass strode in.

"Gil, I just got a call. Nick's been in an accident. Dump truck ran a red light."

Gil paled visibly and grabbed Jim's arm. "Is he okay?"

"Don't know. They said they were rushing him to the E.R."

Sara had joined them. "Grissom, one of us needs to be there. I'm almost done, I can go."

"No!" Gil blanched at his own harsh tone. "No, I'll go, you finish up here." Turning to Brass, he said, "Jim can you give me a ride?"

"Come on." Brass said as he turned and headed towards the door. Both men rushed to Jim's car and within seconds he had his lights and siren on and they were speeding down the road. Gil sat with his eyes closed, head leaned back.

"Gil, you okay?"

"I'm okay." Gil said and then added, "Can you get on the radio and see of there is any news?"

"Sure." Jim glanced over at him, not liking the greenish pallor on his friend's face.

Jim keyed up his mike and after a few minutes was patched through to the officer on the scene. The officer relayed the same information he had before, but he added that Nick had been unconscious and 'beat up pretty bad'.

When they pulled into the hospital parking lot, Gil was out of the door before the car stopped. Jim tried to catch up, but Gil was already inside the hospital before Jim made it to the ambulance bay.

"I'm looking for Nicolas Stokes, he was just brought in by ambulance." Gil barked at the young clerk behind the counter. She looked at her computer screen and pushed a few keys.

"Okay, yeah, he's here." She said.

"I know he's here, damn it. I want to see him." Gil said heatedly.

Jim had finally caught up with Gil, "Hey, calm down, Gil."

Gil rounded on him and Jim put up his hands in surrender at the look on Gil's face.

"Sir, you can't go back there. The doctors are working on him and they'll come get you when they have news."

Gil looked around and walked towards the double doors that led back to the emergency room.

"Sir, Sir, you can't go back there. I'm going to call security."

Brass held up his badge. "I am security." He gave her a polite smile and then followed Gil through the double doors.

Gil had walked down the wide corridor looking into every curtained cuticle he passed. Finally, he saw him. Nick was white against the white sheets. A man that Gil assumed was the doctor was working on Nick's leg, two nurses were doing various jobs. There was an IV in his arm and there was blood on Nick's face and arms.

He must have made a noise of some sort, he couldn't remember, but the doctor looked up. "You shouldn't be back here."

Before Gil could respond, Jim flashed his badge again. "Don't worry, he's okay. Let him stay."

Gil could not take his eyes off of Nick's pale face. He'd never noticed how long Nick's eyelashes were. "Tell me his injuries." Gil said quietly and was relieved to note that his voice didn't tremble.

"Probable concussion, waiting on CT scan. Several deep cuts and abrasions. Broken tib/fib, left leg. Waiting on MRI and X-ray regarding abdominal injuries." The doctor was blunt and to the point.

Gil appreciated that. He nodded at the doctor with respect. "Do you mind if I wait here, I won't get in the way?"

The doctor nodded curtly.

Jim glanced from Nick to Gil. "I think I'll go to the lab and let everyone know what's going on." He noted that Gil did not even acknowledge him.

Gil stood like a statue for what seemed like hours. Nurses came and went. The doctor disappeared for a while, only to return to check Nick's chart. Gil became fixated on Nick's vital signs on the monitor above the bed.

An orderly came up to Gil and asked him if he wanted coffee. Gil shook his head, but thanked the man. Gil's vigil lasted until exactly 8:05 a.m., when Jim returned.

"Gil, the whole team is outside in the waiting room. I think you should go out there and let them know what's going on." Jim said softly. "He's going to be alright."

"I keep telling myself that, Jim." Gil's eyes turned to meet Jim's, "but what if..."

"Gil, don't do this." Jim laid a hand on Gil's shoulder. "I know you care for Nick, we all do and he's had a shitty run of luck over the years, but he'll be fine."

"Jim, I..." Gil stopped himself before he made his confession and embarrassed himself. "I'll go talk to them now."

Jim and Gil walked out into the waiting room and Gil was bombarded with questions. He answered as best as he could and told them he would let them know as soon as Nick woke up. They all stood around talking for a while longer and finally, Gil said that he had to get back in there, but he would be sure to call. Catherine had promised to call Nick's parents.

When he got back to Nick's cubicle, the doctor was waiting on him. "He's showing signs of coming around. We are going to take him into surgery in about fifteen minutes to repair the fractures. The orthopedic doctor will be putting in a few pins to hold the bone fragments together, but the prognosis is good. The MRI showed no internal injuries, but he'll probably have some bruising. You can stay with him until we take him up to the O.R."

"Thank you." Gil noticed that a chair had been provided next to the bed. He gratefully sat down. He had been standing for almost 8 hours, and his tired legs needed a break. The doctor made a few notes on Nick's chart and then left the cubicle. Gil reached up and took Nick's hand, it felt cool. Gil studied the younger man, noting that the nurses had cleaned up some of the blood and there were three neat stitches in his hairline. Nick was now dressed in a cotton hospital gown instead of the bloody clothes he had arrived in.

Nick moaned and turned his head from side to side. "Nicky, you're okay. Can you hear me?"

Nick's eyes fluttered a few times and then opened. His vision was blurry and he had to blink a few times to focus. He saw Gil sitting there. "Wha...What happened?"

"You were in an accident, Nicky. Someone ran a red light and hit you. You're in the hospital and you're okay."

"Leg hurts."

"Yeah, I know. You've got a broken leg and they are going to operate on it soon."

"Operate?" Nick's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you. I won't leave." Gil's hand tightened on Nick's and Gil felt the pressure returned.

Nick looked down at their entwined hands and back up at Gil. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. Gil took that to mean he was uncomfortable with the gesture and he pulled to let go, but Nick would not release him.

"No, don't." Nick whispered.

Gil sat with him and Nick asked questions, Gil answered as best he could. Finally, a nurse came in and told them that it was time to prepare Nick for surgery.

"I'm just going to put some Valium into your IV to relax you and then we're going to take you upstairs." She emptied the syringe into the port on Nick's IV and patted his shoulder.

"Your boyfriend can stay and walk upstairs with you." She smiled at the two men and left.

Gil was too shocked to say anything and Nick smiled. "We seem to get this a lot."

"What do you mean, Nick?"

"Remember at that freaky store that sold baby stuff for adults?"

"Oh." Gil remembered. "Oh, yeah." Gil's face reddened. He was afraid to look at Nick, but when he did, he noticed that Nick's eyes were glazing over. The Valium must be taking affect. Good, he thought, maybe he won't remember what the nurse said.

"Griss? Would it be...so bad...boyfriends....funny word...not boys...lovers not friends...be lovers....nice...bet you kiss good....scared to tell you...love you..." Nick's words faded as he slipped into a drug-induced sleep.

Gil sat there, afraid to let go of Nick's hand. It was just the drugs, he thought. His mind was racing. Surely, it was just the drugs. Nick's never given any indication that he was gay or bi. Gil leaned his forehead down on the cool railing of the bed and moaned to himself.

"He's going to be fine, Sweetie." The same nurse was back. "Don't you worry. We're going to take him up now."

Two orderlies came in and adjusted the bed for transport. The nurse took Nick's chart and checked the IV and then they were following the orderlies down the hall.

"Have you been together long?" The nurse asked.

"About seven years." Gil responded without thinking, because that's how long that he and Nick had worked together.

"Good for you." She smiled and patted his arm.

****

The surgery lasted about two hours. Gil had used that time to call the lab and all the members of his team to give them a progress report. Before Nick was out of the recovery room, Warrick, Sara, Greg and Catherine had arrived.

Catherine, always the mother hen, was making plans. "When he's released, he's going to need someone to stay with him until he can get around on his own. Didn't you tell me that fractures were on his right leg?" Gil nodded. "Well, he won't be able to drive until the cast comes off, so we'll need to schedule times when we can get him to doctor's appointments and to work. Obviously, he'll be on desk duty." She spared Gil a glance.

"Obviously." He said sarcastically. Now that he knew Nick was going to be fine, his mood had lightened somewhat. Or maybe it was the Valium induced words that made him feel better.

Catherine pursed her lips and continued, "It would be better if one of you three stayed with him," she indicated Gil, Warrick and Greg, "because he would be embarrassed if Sara or I had to help him in the bathroom. Now, we can help with the chauffeur service. I'll make up a schedule tonight and give it to everyone tomorrow."

Four heads nodded in unison, since not one of them wanted to cross Catherine in planning mode.

"I'm taking care of him."

Four sets of eyes stared at him as if he had grown another head. "What?"

"Gil, are you sure. You're sorta, well, sort of...you know." Catherine stuttered.

"Anti-social? A hermit?" Gil raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Well, yeah." Catherine said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"I can take care of Nick." Gil sounded perturbed.

"Fine. Fine, you have Nick duty. But if you get tired, just let us know and we can make other arrangements." Catherine said and the others nodded their approval.

Around noon, they finally let the team in to see Nick. He was awake, but still groggy. He seemed genuinely glad to see them all and returned their hugs as best he could. Catherine told him their plans for his convalescence, and he stared at Gil for a few seconds.

"Are you sure, boss? I wouldn't want to put you out or anything?" Nick said.

"I'm okay with it, Nicky."

"We thought it was best that Gil move in with you, since you don't have stairs. If you stayed at Gil's, you'd have to sleep on the couch and that would get real old, real quick. Have they given you any idea when you can go home?"

"The doctor came in right before you guys and he said tomorrow morning."

"Great!" Catherine hugged him again. "Okay, we all need to go home and get some sleep before work tonight."

Catherine, Warrick, Greg and Sara said their goodbyes and the four of them left.

"I guess I'll go too. I'll need to pack a few things." Gil was suddenly very nervous and just wanted to be away from Nick to sort out his thoughts.

"Sure. Do you just want me to call you when the doctor signs me out?"

"Yeah, okay. That'll be fine." Gil backed out of the room, but before he could shut the door, Nick called out, "Hey Griss, could you bring me some sweats or something to wear home?

"No problem." Gil let the door close behind him.

Nick groaned loudly. How was he going to make it through the next few weeks? He'd just have to be cool around Grissom. He couldn't and wouldn't let Grissom know his true feelings. Wasn't going to happen. He leaned back, closed his eyes and once more, fell asleep.

The doctor signed his release form around 7:30 the next morning, but Nick wanted to wait until the shift ended before calling Grissom. So, he asked the nurse to assist him in getting a shower to get all the dried blood out of his hair, besides, he just felt nasty. Nick called Grissom after his shower and was lying on the bed with his leg elevated when Gil got there.

"Ready to go?" Gil appeared in the doorway.

"Just gotta change." Nick grinned.

Gil handed Nick a pair of LVPD sweats. "Do you need help?"

A nurse walked in, "I'll help him get ready."

Gil was more than happy to let her help Nick dress. He did not think he could handle it without embarrassing himself. How I am going to do this nursemaid thing, he thought.

"Got all your stuff?" Gil asked as the nurse pushed Nick out into the hallway. The doctor had suggested that he make use of the wheelchair for a few days to give his incision time to heal before trying crutches.

"Just my wallet, keys and stuff. There wasn't much left of the clothes." Nick said ruefully.

The nurse gave Nick his instructions for his incision care. He would be in a soft cast that could be removed for incision care until the stitches were removed and then a harder cast would be put on.

It took a while to get Nick out of the wheelchair and into Gil's Denali, but finally they were on their way. Other than giving directions to Gil, Nick was very quiet. Gil filled him in on what happened in the accident. There were several witnesses, so there would not be any problems for Nick. Nick's Tahoe was totaled and the man driving the dump truck was not hurt at all.

Nick pointed to his driveway and Gil pulled in.

"Sit tight and I'll come around." Gil got out and walked around to Nick's door. When he opened it, Nick handed him his house keys.

"It might be easier if you open the door first." Gil took the keys, unlocked Nick's front door and left it standing open. He came back out and opened the back hatch of the SUV. He got the wheelchair out, unfolded and pushed it to the passenger door. It took a lot of maneuvering, but Nick was finally in the chair. Gil pushed him up the walk and over the threshold.

Gil had never been in Nick's home before. It was nicely furnished, warm and comfortable. Gil silently compared it to his own sparse townhouse and it came up lacking.

After parking Nick in the living area, Gil went outside to grab his suitcase and shaving kit. He had only been gone about two minutes, but when he came back, Nick had rolled into his kitchen and was standing, leaning heavily on the counter.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Gil dropped his stuff on the floor and almost ran into the kitchen.

"I wanted something to drink. I'm fine, don't have a duck." Nick grinned at his boss.

"I'm here to take care of you and the doctor said no standing until the incision heals some. You are so incredibly stubborn sometimes." Gil held the chair still and looked pointedly at it.

Nick sighed heavily and sank back in the chair. "I need something to drink to take my meds." He said petulantly and realized he sounded like a spoiled child. Not the way he wanted Grissom to see him.

Gil opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of apple juice. "Where are your glasses?"

Nick pointed to a cabinet by the sink and Gil reached up and grabbed one. After he had poured the juice he asked, "Where did you put your pills?"

"I tossed them on the table." Nick pointed to his dining room table. Gil opened the white bag and pulled out two pill bottles. He read the labels, one was an antibiotic and one was for pain.

"When did you have your last dose of antibiotic?" Gil asked.

"I'm not due for one of those until 10:00, but the painkiller is wearing off. My leg is killing me."

Gil shook out one of the pills and handed it to Nick. Nick took the pill and swallowed the juice.

"You can put your stuff in the guest room. It's the second door on the left. The first door is the bathroom."

Gil headed down the hallway and turned into the door that Nick had indicated. He looked around the small room. There was a twin bed, a small dresser, several bookcases full of textbooks and a computer desk. Gil put his suitcase on the bed and took his shaving kit to the bathroom. After that, he returned to the living room. Nick was in the living area, in front of the television.

"By the looks of things, we're going to need groceries, so I'll do that after I get some sleep." Gil said. "While I sleep, I would feel better if you were in bed."

"I'll be fine."

"Nick, I left you for less than five minutes and you were standing in the kitchen. You're going to bed. Do you have a television in your room?"

"No." Nick was tired and sore, and realized that he probably should lie down for a while. The pain pill was going to take affect soon anyway and he'd be groggy.

"This one is too big to move," Gil looked from the huge flat screen television back to Nick, "I can run home and get mine."

"Hey, no, that's okay. I'll probably sleep some anyway, besides, I have plenty of books to read if I get bored."

"Did they feed you breakfast at the hospital?" Gil asked.

"Yeah. Are you hungry? I think I have some eggs or something in the fridge."

"I finally got my break around 4:30 this morning, so I'm fine. Let's get you to bed." Gil said.

Nick blushed as risqué thoughts rushed unbidden through his brain. "Sure." Nick began moving the wheelchair down the short hallway, but Gil moved in behind him and started pushing. Once they were in Nick's bedroom, Nick motioned towards a door across the room.

"Bathroom." Nick was suddenly shy.

"Sure." Gil was embarrassed.

Gil pushed the chair over to the door and peered in, it was a small master bathroom, so the chair wasn't going to fit.

"I'll help you stand and then I'll just leave you alone." Nick wondered why Grissom was acting so nervous, he was the one that needed help to pee, for crying out loud.

Nick self-consciously pulled down the sweat pants. He couldn't believe that he was in his bathroom with his boss. His boss, the man he was in lust with.

Gil backed out of the bathroom and closed the door. He stood there trying not to listen to the sound of Nick using the bathroom. He heard the flush and Nick called out, "Done."

Gil opened the door and was really glad that Nick had pulled up the sweats. He went over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist and between the two of them, they made it out of the bathroom and to the bed.

Nick leaned against the wall on one leg, while Gil turned down the bedding. Finally, Nick was in bed and reasonably comfortable. The painkiller was beginning to take affect, so Gil felt comfortable leaving him.

"Nicky, call out if you need anything. Okay?"

"'kay." Nick closed his eyes.

It was well into the evening, when Gil woke. He felt disoriented at first, then he remembered. He got up and put on a pair of jeans. He was sliding a t-shirt over his head as he hurried down the hallway.

Nick was leaning up against his headboard reading a John Grisham novel when Gil came in. "Hey, you're awake."

"Yeah, are you okay? Do you need anything?" Gil asked

"I need to change the dressing on my leg. I'm supposed to do it twice a day. The stuff is in that plastic bag, I think we left it in the car." Nick said apologetically.

"I'll go get it." Gil turned and left.

When he returned, he also had Nick's antibiotics and a glass of juice. Nick smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Boss."

Gil wound up changing the dressing and he helped Nick into the wheelchair. They ate pizza that had been delivered and when Catherine called to check on Nick, Grissom told her he would be in late to grab some files and then he would be working at Nick's for the rest of the night. She agreed that was a good idea. The two men watched television in companionable silence for a while.

Before he left for the office, he helped Nick get to the bathroom again, laid out his pain pills and got a few canned sodas from the fridge and put them on the coffee table.

"I'll be back in about an hour." Gil told the younger man as he walked out the door.

True to his word, Gil made it back in an hour. Nick was still in the same spot, watching a PBS special on hurricanes.

The rest of the night, Gil worked on his files and Nick spent his time watching television and watching his boss.

The sun had been up quite a while before Gil pushed the files away and stretched.

"Let's go to bed." Gil said.

Nick almost dropped the remote control. "Ah, yeah, sure."

Gil blushed and quickly got behind Nick to push the wheelchair. Once Nick was settled in, Gil made his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and ran a cool washcloth over his face. He was tired from all the paperwork, and imagined it would not take him long to fall asleep.

He woke to Nick calling his name. He ran to Nick's room without bothering to pull on his pants.

When his boss appeared at his door wearing nothing but boxers, Nick's mouth went dry.

"You okay?" Gil sounded worried and out of breath.

"Yeah, but I figured you might want to get up, you've been sleeping for about ten hours."

"I'm sorry, Nick. God, you must be starved and you missed your meds. You probably need to go to the bathroom too." Gil was flustered, since he realized he was half naked in front of Nick.

"It's okay, man. I got myself up and took care of things." At Gil's look, Nick quickly added, "Don't worry, I was in the chair."

Gil sighed with frustration, "Nick. What am I going to do with you?"

Nick just grinned.

"Alright, lets get your dressing changed and then we can get you into the living room."

"Gil, I'd really like to shower. I feel, you know...."

"Sure Nick, I think we can handle that. We'll need to put plastic around your leg." Gil stopped by his room and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. Then he went and got a trash bag from under Nick's kitchen sink and returned to find Nick sitting on the side of the bed.

"Ready?" Gil asked.

The two men made it to the bathroom, with Nick leaning heavily on Gil. Gil left Nick sitting on the closed toilet while he gathered all the supplies and a couple of towels.

"Do you need me to... to help you....undress?" Gil winced at the way he stuttered.

"I think I can manage." Nick mumbled. He stood up and with one hand holding onto the counter he used the other to push the sweats off his hips and down his legs.

Gil was looking everywhere but at Nick's body. How was he going to get through these next few weeks? He stood there dumbly holding the plastic bag and the medical tape the hospital had sent home with Nick.

"Uhm, I guess you'll need to step into this and I'll tape it up." Gil got down on one knee in front of Nick and held out the bag. Nick was still using the counter for balance and gently lowered his foot into the bag. Gil pulled the bag up around the bandage and soft cast and using one hand to hold it in place, picked up the tape with the other.

"Nick, you're going to have to tear off pieces of tape, while I hold the ends together. Gil looked up and realized he was eye level with Nick's cock. A cock that was getting hard in front of him. Suddenly, Nick swung around, turning his back on Gil.

Nick was humiliated. How pathetic, he had gotten a boner while is boss was supposed to be helping him. Grissom would probably leave and never come back.

Gil could feel the tension radiating from Nick. Memories of Nick's ramblings before he was taken to surgery came flooding back. Could it possibly be true, could Nick really want him? Gil could hear Nick's labored breathing, and he heard what sounded like a sob escape from the younger man's throat.

Since Nick had turned, Gil was not eye level with his cock anymore, now there was just Nick's nice, muscular ass right in front of him. He tentatively reached up and touched it. He heard Nick's swift intake of breath. Gil licked his lips and made a life altering decision. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the cleft of Nick's ass.

To say that Nick was shocked would be an understatement. Nick gripped the edge of the counter until his knuckles were white. He felt like he could not breath. Grissom was licking his ass and it felt so damn good.

One of Gil's hands was still holding onto the plastic bag around Nick's lower leg, while the other one had a death grip on Nick's hip. When Gil's tongue swept over Nick's puckered entrance, Nick about jumped out of his skin.

"Nicky, do you want me to stop?" Gil asked gently.

"No, no, I don't think so." Nick whispered.

"I can stop now and we can forget any of this happened." Once again, Gil gave Nick a way out.

"Do you want to forget it happened?" Nick asked hesitantly.

"No." Gil said simply.

"Neither do I." Nick finally met Gil's eyes in the mirror.

"We have to be careful." Gil said, letting go of the plastic bag so it pooled around Nick's foot.

"I can be discreet. No one has to find out." Nick said.

"I was talking about your leg, Nick." Gil said with a slight smile.

"Oh." Nick smiled shyly.

Gil stood up and moved his hands up Nick's back. "I always thought you were straight. There was that girl..." Gil let the sentence trail off. He did not want to bring up the prostitute that Nick had been accused of murdering.

"There've been lots of girls and a few men too. Mostly in college. You know, drunken frat parties and everyone wanting to experiment." Nick was enjoying the feel of Gil's hands on his back, but he wanted more. He just didn't know how to go about it. He had all his weight on one leg, his other dangled uselessly. He really wanted to get out of the bathroom, it was starting to get claustrophobic, but he didn't want to sound like a horny teenager and rush things either.

Gil must have read his thoughts, because his arm around him. "Lean on me and let's get out of here."

Nick put all his weight on his good leg and Gil, and together they got through the bathroom door and stood in Nick's bedroom.

Both men stared at the bed. Both unsure of what to do.

"Gris? I'm kind of nervous here, yeah know. I mean, I've wanted this for a long time, but now, I'm just not sure what to do." Nick swallowed hard.

"It's been a long time since I've been with anyone, man or woman. I'm just not good at this kind of thing. Come on, let's get you off of that leg." Gil said and helped Nick over to the bed. Once Nick was sitting down, Gil helped him by lifting his legs one at a time, onto the bed, so that Nick was reclining on his pillows.

Gil stared down at Nick's now semi-hard cock nested in the dark curls. He reached up and cupped Nick's balls and Nick gasped.

"You have such a beautiful body. Remember when you had to go into that pool and you found the body? I wanted to touch you so badly. It was hard to concentrate the rest of the night."

"Gris, could you take off your clothes, I'm feeling a little self-conscious here."

"Oh, okay." Gil pulled the t-shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans. He glanced up at Nick, and his mouth went dry.

Nick was stroking his cock while he watched Gil undress. His eyes were so dark with desire that the irises appeared black.

Gil made short work of his jeans and moved to the bed wearing nothing but his boxers. He knelt down on the bed and carefully lay beside Nick. His hand once again cupped Nick's balls and Nick moaned.

"I want you, Nicky." Gil whispered.

"I want you too." Nick said softly.

Gil bent down and took Nick's cock into his mouth. "Oh, man." Nick groaned.

Gil gently squeezed Nick's balls and sucked his cock deep into his mouth. Nick arched his back and thrust into Gil's mouth. Gil swirled his tongue around the head of Nick's cock and moved his mouth up and down the thick shaft. All Nick's senses seemed to explode, the sight of Gil's mouth on his cock, the feel of Gil's lips and teeth on his cock and balls, the sound of Gil's wet mouth moving up and down.

Gil loved the taste and feel of Nick's cock in his mouth. He wanted this to go on forever, so he eased off and spent more time licking and nibbling.

"Please, Griss, please don't tease." Nick said breathlessly.

Gil looked up and met the younger man's eyes, then he took his entire length in his mouth and applied just the right amount of suction to drive Nick over the edge.

"I'm gonna come." Nick's breathing was rapid. He grunted as his cum pumped into Gil's hot mouth. "Yesyesyes." Nick hissed.

Gil slowed and released Nick's spent cock. He licked his lips and moved up to lie next to Nick. He smiled at the younger man, watching Nick's breathing return to normal.

"Gris, that was..." Nick started, but was interrupted by Gil.

"I think under the circumstances, you should call me Gil."

"Gil." Nick smiled. "I don't know what to say. I've thought about this happening for so long."

Gil smiled and said softly, "I've thought about this too. Many, many times."

"Gil, I want to...to..." Nick blushed and reached down to Gil's semi-erect cock.

"We have all the time in the world. You've been in a very bad accident and I don't want to hurt you." Gil told him gently.

"Please, Gil, I want to touch you, taste you." Nick looked into Gil's blue eyes and whispered, "I want you to come in my mouth."

"Oh, God, Nicky." Gil face flushed with excitement. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, very sure." Gil moved up the bed so he was kneeling next to Nick's face. Nick wrapped his fingers around the base of Gil's cock and leaned over to take him all in. Nick couldn't believe he had Gil's cock in his mouth. He loved the velvety softness of the skin. When his tongue slid over the slit, he heard Gil groan. He looked up and smiled at the glassy eyed look that was on Gil's face.

Nick licked and teased, taking his time. He wanted to explore every beautiful inch of Gil's body. He released Gil's cock and began to lick Gil's balls. His fingertips grazed the underside of the sac causing Gil to shiver and chill bumps covered his legs and arms.

"Oh, Nicky, please." Gil found that he could not form a coherent thought. The sight of Nick making love to his cock was so erotic.

Nick moved his mouth slowly up Gil's shaft, pausing to kiss and nibble lightly until he got to the tip, then he took the entire length down his throat. His head began to move up and down, almost releasing the head before taking Gil's entire cock in his mouth again. Gil's hips began to thrust as he got closer and closer to release.

"Nicky, baby, I'm going to come. Sweet mouth. God. Oh, God." Nick listened to Gil's incoherent ramblings as his cum splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed a few times to make sure he got every drop and then licked the sensitive head once more for good measure. Gil gasped. Nick leaned back on the pillow and gazed up at Gil. Gil had sat back on his heels and he reached out to touch Nick's lips.

"You are so beautiful." Gil said softly.

Nick blushed. "Yeah, right. I'm bruised and cut up and wearing a cast. That makes for a sexy look."

Gil moved to lie beside Nick and he wrapped the younger man in his arms. "I thought you were beautiful before the accident, but now that I know you want to be with me, you are even more beautiful to me."

"I could so fall in love with you." Nick said, looking right into Gil's eyes.

"I'm counting on it, Nicky." Gil kissed Nick's temple.

THE END