Title Love Potion #69
By Lady Jane
Email georgina@aol.com
Pairing Gil/Nick
Rating NC-17
Category First Time, PWP, Humor
Spoilers None
Summary Gil and Nick are forced to share a hotel room during a convention and things go from there.
Series/sequel None
Notes Written for the Gil/Nick fic-a-thon at Gil_Nick_Slash. My 3 words were: Requisition; celebration; worship. 2 things not to include: No character death; no character bashing. 1 location: A hotel room

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Greg was sitting in the break room eating ice cream when Catherine and Sara walked in. Catherine headed straight for the coffee pot, while Sara grabbed a bottle of water and seated herself next to Greg. Catherine was sitting down across from Greg when Warrick came in chuckling.

'You're in a good mood,' Catherine remarked.

Warrick sat down beside her. 'I just talked to Nick.'

'He and Gil make it to Atlanta okay?'

'Yeah, but once they got there, they found out only one room had been booked for them.'

Catherine's brows drew together. 'But the department always pays for separate rooms at these conventions.'

'Which Grissom pointed out when he called the front office.'

'And what did they say?'

Warrick grinned. 'He was told if he'd wanted two rooms, he should have filled out a requisition form.'

Catherine blinked and looked at him blankly. 'A requisition form? Who in the hell did he speak to?'

Warrick's grin got bigger. 'Tiffany.'

Catherine groaned.

Greg looked confused.

'Why do they keep her on?' Sara questioned. 'She's about the most incompetent person I've ever seen.'

'She's the sheriff's niece.'

Sara rolled her eyes. 'Figures.'

'So what happened?'

'Nick said after twenty minutes Gris finally gave up in frustration. And with the convention in town, there's not a room to be had anywhere close in Atlanta, so they're stuck together.'

Catherine chuckled. 'Hope Nick likes hearing about bugs.'

Greg's eyes widened, and he forgot about his ice cream. Oh, shit. Nick was going to kill him if he ever figured it out. He'd only wanted Nick to get laid. Okay, and to prove a point. He'd had no idea he was going to be sharing a room with Grissom.

Talk about potential for awkwardness.

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Grissom sat on the edge of his bed and watched Nick hang up his clothes in the armoire. The younger man seemed to be okay with the room mix up, but he still felt the need to apologize, and that wasn't something he did often.

'I'm sorry, Nick, but there's nothing to be done.'

Nick looked over his shoulder. 'Don't sweat it, man. It wasn't your fault.'

'Still.'

'I lived in a frat house for four years. Sharin' a room is nothin' new to me.' He looked at Grissom from the corners of his eyes. 'Just tell me you don't snore.'

Grissom blinked. 'I…don't know.'

Nick grinned. 'Guess we'll find out.'

'I guess so.' Grissom cocked his head to one side. 'What about you? Do you snore?'

Nick shrugged as he continued to put away his clothing. 'Never had any complaints.'

Grissom suddenly had difficulty swallowing. Nick could snore like a buzz saw and he wouldn't complain either if he was in the same bed with him.

Nick pulled a bag out of his suitcase that looked oddly familiar to Grissom. 'What's that you have there, Nick?'

Nick brought the bag to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled. 'Ahh. Greggo took pity on us and sent along half a pound of Blue Hawaiian so we wouldn't have to wake up to hotel coffee.'

Grissom's blue eyes lit up. 'The coffee pot in this room has a timer, so it can be ready when we wake up. Remind me to thank him.'

'Sure thing.' Nick took the coffee into the other room. When he came back, he was chuckling.

Grissom raised one eyebrow questioningly. 'Something amuses you?'

Still chuckling, Nick sat down on the edge of his bed, facing Grissom. 'Just something Greggo told me. Seems he has a lab rat friend at Cal State who's developed something he calls a polysynthpheromone. G calls it Love Potion #69.'

Both of Grissom's eyebrows rose. 'Love Potion #69? Should I even ask?'

'Apparently it's some kind of synthetic pheromone enhancement. When you take it, it supposedly gives you the ability to actually smell the pheromones other people emit.'

'So attraction would be based on something more than physical appearance from the very beginning. Interesting theory.'

'Greg swears it works.'

Grissom's brows drew together. 'And he would know this how?'

'Don't worry, I already ripped him a new one for trying an experimental drug.'

'Good. He should know better.'

Nick shrugged. 'According to him, the only side effect is that it also works like one of those natural male enhancement pills you see advertised on TV, you know the ones that say if you still have an erection after thirty-six hours to see a doctor.'

Grissom looked startled. 'Thirty-six hours?'

Nick nodded, biting back a smile.

'I don't know what a doctor could do for me that I couldn't do for myself.'

Nick burst out laughing.

Grissom flushed when he realized what he'd said.

Nick just laughed harder, his own cheeks a bit pink now.

Grissom stood and mumbled something about taking a shower as he hurried towards the bathroom.

That sobered Nick, and his blush moved down his neck to his chest at the thought of a wet, naked Gil Grissom in the next room. With a groan he fell back on the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. It was going to be a helluva long four days because the man had no idea how truly appealing he was.

He'd told Grissom he didn't have a problem with sharing the room, and he didn't. He was, in fact, looking forward to spending the time with his boss away from work and coworkers. Yeah, sharing a room was no problem.

He just thanked God there were two beds. If they'd been forced to share a bed, he would have chosen to sleep on the floor because he gravitated towards Grissom the way a moth sought out a flame and knew in his sleep he'd have snuggled right up to that irresistible heat.

But Grissom didn't bat for both teams, and he didn't want to freak the man out. Waking up with his subordinate's hard cock nestled between the cheeks of his ass was sure to do that.

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Nick wearily toed off his shoes and flopped down on the bed, not bothering with any lights except the small bedside lamp. These conventions usually weren't so tiring, but today it seemed like everyone had been wearing horribly strong perfume and aftershave, and he had the headache to prove it.

He hadn't even gone to dinner. The throbbing in his temples wouldn't allow for anymore contact with so many strong, harsh odors. Grissom had gone to the Entomological Literary Fest, a Celebration of Bugs in Writing, so he could use the time to sleep off his headache.

Rising tiredly, he downed a couple of ibuprofen with tepid water, then stripped down to his black boxer briefs, not even bothering to pick up his clothing before crawling under the covers and turning off the bedside lamp.

Closing his eyes, he curled onto his right side and waited for the drugs to take effect. A smile touched his lips as he thought of Grissom talking about his beloved bugs, blue eyes sparkling with excitement like a kid on Christmas morning.

It was with that image in mind that he finally drifted off.

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It took Grissom two tries to fit the key card into the slot. He wasn't drunk, just pleasantly tipsy, and he wasn't even sure how he'd gotten that way. Never a big drinker, he'd only had two drinks, but for some reason the effect of the alcohol seemed to be intensified tonight.

It wasn't just the alcohol, either. His senses seemed to have been affected as well. All day long his perception of taste and smell had seemed to be extremely acute. Even his touch had been extra sensitive, as if the nerve endings in the tips of his fingers had multiplied.

At one point he'd even studied his fingers, wondering why he couldn't see the quivering nerve endings. They should have been literally pulsing with life.

He giggled as he opened the door, thinking how useful that would be for jerking off, hundreds, thousands of tiny pulse points massaging his hard, aching dick while his mind saw only Nick's beautiful mouth sucking him in deep.

If anyone had a mouth made for blowjobs, it was Nicky. Wide and mobile, it was a wet dream brought to life. Too bad he didn't swing both ways. And even if he did, he could do better than a geeky middle-aged man with a body going soft and a passion for bugs, both living and dead.

Ah, well, such was life, he mused, sighing wistfully as he entered the room and closed the door behind himself. He didn't bother with the light. He had a talent for instantly memorizing the lay of a room, and he knew exactly where the bathroom was.

What he didn't know was that Nick had left his shoes lying where he'd kicked them off.

'Shit!'

Grissom tripped and stumbled, doing an awkward dance as he pitched forward, hitting the bed and landing half on the mattress and half on a warm, hard body.

'Oof!' Nick grunted when he was awakened by something, or rather someone, landing on him.

'Sorry,' Grissom apologized.

He tried to extract himself from the situation, but his limbs seemed to have tangled with Nick's, rather like a Gordian knot, tightening with every attempt to loosen.

Nick was awakening quickly, body faster than brain. In the midst of trying to free himself from the entanglement of Grissom's body and the twisted covers, he stopped suddenly and sniffed.

'Gris? When did you start wearing aftershave?'

'I didn't. I never do. You know that.'

'But you smell so good,' Nick blurted without thinking. Yeah, his brain definitely wasn't awake yet.

Unlike the strong, harsh odors he'd endured all day, Grissom's scent didn't pound at his temples. Instead it seemed to curl around him and simmer through his veins, warming him from the inside out and making him think of unspoiled woods after a cleansing rain.

'All I smell is you,' Grissom murmured, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive spot just under Nick's left ear.

Nick gasped when the tip of Grissom's tongue touched his skin.

'You smell all spicy and earthy, and I want to lick you all over to see if you taste that way, too.'

'Oh, God,' Nick managed in a strangled voice, hands clutching at Grissom's waist.

What the hell was going on? His brain seemed to finally be catching up to his body, and he became aware of several things all at once.

The first was that the smell of Grissom and the press of his body had sent all of his blood rushing to his dick, and even with the layers of clothing and covers between them, there was no way Grissom wouldn't know what that was pressing into his stomach. That was how hard he was.

The second thing he realized was that Grissom seemed to be just as affected by their closeness. Unless he was concealing a lead pipe in his pocket, that was his hard-on pressing against Nick's thigh, a significant hard-on.

But the third thing was what Nick forced himself to focus on. While Grissom was chanting his name in a singsong voice, he detected the faintest odor of alcohol. That would account for Grissom's unaccustomed clumsiness and the full-body caress.

Damn.

Because of the darkness of the room, Nick slid his hands up Grissom's body, searching out his face and enjoying the trip there. Placing his hands on either cheek, he lifted Grissom's head from where he was nipping at that sweet spot on his throat.

'Grissom, are you drunk?'

Grissom shook his head, even though Nick was still holding it. 'No, Nick. I only had two drinks.'

Nick's breath caught when Grissom shifted, settling in between Nick's spread thighs. Oh, man, this was too cruel. He had Grissom right where he wanted him, and he couldn't even take advantage of the situation because Grissom was drunk.

Fate could be a brutal son of a bitch.

'You don't act like you've only had two drinks,' he said.

'I swear, Nick, it was only two,' Grissom said earnestly, then spoiled it by giggling. 'They just seemed to have intensified all my senses and loosened my inhibitions. That's how I found the courage to finally go after what I want.'

'False courage,' Nick said sadly, hands tightening just a bit around the dear face he held.

'Doesn't matter. The point is that I want this, Nick, and if I'm not mistaken,' he added, grinding his crotch against Nick's, 'so do you.'

Nick's breath caught. 'Yeah, I do. I've wanted this for a long time.'

'So have I.'

Grissom tried to lower his face towards Nick, but Nick held him back.

'Nicky?' Grissom questioned uncertainly.

'We can't, Gris,' Nick said around the lump in his throat. If the man only knew how difficult it was turning down what he'd wanted for so long.

'Why not? You want it, I want it, what's the problem?'

'The problem is that I refuse to take advantage of you when you've been drinking.'

Grissom sighed gustily. 'Damn you and your ethics. But I'm telling you I'm not drunk.'

'Then you'll still feel the same way in the morning,' Nick said firmly.

'Yes, Nick, I will,' Grissom agreed. 'But what about you?'

'Like I said before, I've wanted this for a long time, Gris. A few hours won't make me change my mind.'

'But I want you now, Nicky,' Grissom said with a pout, rubbing his crotch against Nick again.

Nick hissed. 'Stop that! I'm trying to do the right thing here, and you're making it damned difficult.'

Grissom sighed. 'All right, Nicky, I bow to your superior morality.'

Nick was the one sighing now. 'It's not like that, Gris. This has nothing to do with scruples. It's all about my own selfishness.'

'Selfishness?'

'Yeah. If we make love-'

'When,' Grissom interrupted.

Nick laughed ruefully. 'All right, when we make love, I don't want there to be any chance for recriminations. You understand?'

'Yes, I understand, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.'

'Duly noted.'

'Can I at least kiss you, Nicky?'

Nick groaned, his fingers unconsciously tightening on Grissom's face even more. 'I don't think that's such a good idea, Gris.'

'You're determined to spoil all my fun tonight.'

'If you haven't changed your mind by morning, I'll show you what fun is,' Nick promised.

'You win, Nicky, I'll wait till morning.'

Grissom finally managed to untangle himself from Nick and stood up. He made it to the bathroom, this time without tripping. Nick sighed as he heard the snick of the door closing. He rolled onto his right side again, wondering how he was ever going to get back to sleep with his dick hard and aching. Perhaps a cold shower would help.

He was finally starting to relax when Grissom came back into the room.

'Nicky?' he heard from behind him, somewhat hesitantly.

'Yeah, Gris?' he responded groggily.

'Can I sleep with you tonight?' Grissom asked, then quickly added, 'I promise to be good.'

Nick knew he should say no, but he wanted Grissom in this bed with him. 'Yeah, Gris, I'd like that.'

Grissom lifted the covers and crawled into the bed, moving over till he was snuggled up against Nick, hair-roughened chest against Nick's smooth, sculpted back.

Nick's eyes widened in the dark when something long and hard nestled against his backside. 'Gris? Are you naked?'

'Mmm-hmm,' Grissom purred, wrapping his arms around Nick and resting his chin over his shoulder. 'I'm merely anticipating the morning.'

Nick managed a chuckle, albeit a little choked. 'Go to sleep, Gris,' he said, placing his hands over the ones resting on his stomach.

'I don't want to have to do the whole worship-from-afar thing anymore,' Grissom murmured sleepily.

'If you still want me in the morning, you can have me.'

'Always want you,' Grissom sighed, snuggling closer to Nick as he fell asleep.

Nick snorted almost soundlessly as a soft snore filled his ear. For all his protestations of not being drunk, Grissom had fallen asleep awfully quickly.

With his throbbing hardness trying to push through his underwear, he hadn't thought he'd be able to sleep, but the soft sounds Grissom made, combined with the comfort of his arms, managed to lull Nick into a nebulous state of relaxation.

His last thought before falling asleep was to wonder if Grissom would still smell this good come morning.

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'Nicky?'

'Hmm?'

'It's morning.'

Nick's eyes flew open. Just two words but said with such significance and full of implication.

Nick was on his back, Grissom leaning over him, blue eyes questioning. His answer was to smile and hook an arm behind Grissom's neck, pulling him down till barely a breath separated them.

'Mornin', Gris,' he said in a sleep-sexy voice.

Grissom smiled in return and murmured, 'Good morning, Nicky,' before closing the space between them.

Nick couldn't suppress a moan at the first touch of Grissom's lips to his own, firm but gentle, questing and exploratory. When Grissom was assured Nick was a willing participant, he deepened the kiss, running the tip of his tongue along the seam of Nick's lips, parting them to make a foray into the honeyed depths of the younger man's mouth.

Nick gave himself over fully to the kiss, tightening the arm around Grissom's neck and pulling him closer as he opened his mouth wider for the onslaught of passion. One thing was for sure, the man tasted just as good as, if not better than, he smelled. In fact, Nick didn't know if he'd ever tasted anything as good as Grissom's kiss.

Grissom felt intoxicated all over again as he sampled the sweetness of Nick's mouth, drinking deeply at first, then slowing to nips and tiny sips before pulling back completely to look at Nick.

Nick protested the loss.

'Just so you know,' Grissom said, 'I still want you. No chance of recriminations, now or later. What about you? Just so we're clear.'

Nick nodded his head once. 'I told you if you still wanted me in the morning, you could have me.' He turned his head and looked at the sunlight filtering in around the draperies, then looked back at Grissom and smiled. 'I think that means I'm yours for the taking.'

Grissom's response was heartfelt. 'Oh, thank God.'

He began to lower his head again, but in a move so sudden it startled him, Nick grabbed his shoulders and flipped them about so that Grissom found himself on his back, Nick straddling him. Blue eyes could only blink in surprise, causing Nick to chuckle in satisfaction.

'Just because you're the boss out there, doesn't necessarily mean you get to be in here.'

Grissom's surprise was not abating. He'd never thought of Nick as a top, but the thought of letting the younger man take charge was enough to quicken his pulse.

Raising one eyebrow, he challenged, 'Is this a fight for dominance?'

'I don't think there's going to be a fight,' Nick said, bending down and kissing Grissom so hard the older man swore he heard the air sizzle. 'Do you?'

Stunned, Grissom could only reply, 'Do I what?'

'That's what I thought,' Nick purred, sitting back and placing both hands flat on Grissom's ribs and running them up over the broad chest, tweaking graying hair along the way before finding flat male nipples and coaxing them to life.

Nick leaned down and gave a quick swipe of his tongue over one hard nipple, then the other. He licked across Grissom's collarbone before nuzzling against his neck and inhaling deeply.

'God, you smell good. You sure you're not wearin' aftershave?'

Grissom tilted his head, allowing Nick access to the vulnerable area of his throat. 'I'm sure,' he said faintly. 'All the senses are equally important at a crime scene. Aftershave interferes with the olfactory system.' The last was said on a gasp as Nick's perfect teeth tugged at his earlobe.

'I didn't ask for a lecture,' Nick scolded gently.

'I was merely quantifying my answer.'

'A simple yes or no would have sufficed.' Nick nibbled along Grissom's stubbly jaw to the corner of his mouth. 'I think I need to give you something to occupy that mouth.'

'That's an excel-'

Nick was true to his word, slanting his mouth over Grissom's, tongue thrusting deep, stroking in and out, tongue-fucking him into incoherency. When Nick finally came up for air, Grissom continued to lay there, eyes closed, parted lips red and moist, expression as dazed as someone who'd been smacked up side the head by a baseball bat.

Which is exactly how he felt. In all his fantasies of Nick Stokes, he'd never once thought of the man as the aggressor. Nick's personality lent itself to being the ravished not the ravisher. To discover this masterful side of the younger man was hotter than any fantasy. Who would've thought?

Nick licked his lips as he looked down at his boss and said somewhat huskily, 'Still feel like lecturing?'

'Hmm?' Grissom opened unfocused blue eyes. 'What?'

Nick smiled almost predatorily. 'Nothin', Gris. Just lie back and enjoy this.'

'Nicky?' Grissom said a bit hesitantly.

'Yeah, Gris?'

Grissom licked his lips, tasting Nick there. 'Do you think you could call me Gil in here?'

Nick smiled and reached out, running a thumb over Grissom's lower lip. 'Oh, yeah, I can do that, Gil.'

Grissom's breath caught at the unexpected pleasure of hearing his name spoken in that Texas drawl. Closing his lips around Nick's thumb, he sucked it in deep, laving the digit with his tongue and scraping it with his teeth.

Nick's dark eyes had a definite spark to them as he watched his boss sucking his thumb that way. Grissom's cheeks hollowed as he moved his mouth up Nick's thumb to the tip, blue eyes looking up seductively as he continued to work his mouth up and down.

Nick licked his lips as he watched Gil go down on his thumb. 'Looks like that mouth is good for something other than lecturing.'

Grissom drew his mouth off slowly. 'I'm better with something bigger. Want a demonstration?'

Nick's answer was to lean down, hands braced on the mattress on either side of Grissom, and kiss the man senseless. He had every intention of letting Grissom demonstrate his prowess at fellatio, but right now he was more interested in the sexy moans and sighs the other man made as his mouth was devoured.

Grissom didn't just submit, he participated, lifting his head off the pillow and returning Nick's kiss with enough force that he knew they'd both have bruised lips but not caring. All he cared about was getting into Nick's pants.

With that thought in mind his hands slid down Nick's back and snaked under the black boxer briefs, grasping two handfuls of beautiful, tight ass. The mere thought of it, let alone the actual feel of it, was enough to make him groan into Nick's mouth.

That ass was the reason he'd quit working so many cases with Nick. When he'd found himself staring at said ass a solid ten minutes while at a crime scene, he'd known his willpower wasn't quite as strong as he'd always believed, and the best way to avoid temptation was to remove it.

But not now. Now he had his hands on that perfect ass and Nick's tongue in his mouth and the promise of fantasy made reality. Still kissing him, he urged Nick's hips up so that he could push the boxers down just enough to free his cock. They groaned into each other's mouth when Gil's hand wrapped around Nick's hard shaft. The heat nearly seared Grissom's flesh, making him wonder if his hand had been branded. If so, it was a mark he'd wear with pride.

Gil tugged and stroked, loving the feel of the pulsing hardness in his hand and the way Nick thrust into his hand much the same way his tongue thrust into his mouth. But he wanted more. He wanted to replace Nick's tongue with his cock, feeling it slide down his throat, tasting the salty precum.

'Nick!' he gasped, tearing his mouth away from a kiss that threatened to suck his very soul from him. 'Please, Nicky, I want you in my mouth.'

Nick groaned at the entreaty, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. His breathing was already ragged, and it was going to take a moment to get a semblance of control.

'Please, Nicky.'

And that was all it took. With a growl Nick scrambled off the bed and rid himself of his boxers, then whipped the covers down, revealing the long-awaited sight of an aroused, naked Gil Grissom.

'Damn, Gil, you're gorgeous.'

Grissom shook his head. 'I wouldn't know. All I can see is the perfection that is you.'

Nick shook his head as he climbed back on the bed. His bare ass settled on Gil's hair-roughened thighs and he bent forward to once again devour Grissom's mouth. Both men groaned when their hard, wet cocks rubbed together, silky flesh sliding against silky flesh.

Grissom tore his mouth away from the sweet hotness of Nick's mouth with a gasp. Grasping Nick's hips in his hands, he urged the younger man forward till Nick was on his knees, hard cock straining towards Grissom's mouth.

Nick's hips thrust forward, pushing his cock between Grissom's lips, eyes sparking and nostrils flaring at the sight of his hard length disappearing down his boss' throat. He tried to control his thrusts, but Grissom's hands on his ass urged him deeper till the man's nose was buried in his pubic hair.

'Oh, shit, Gil, your mouth is beautiful wrapped around my dick like that, and the things you do with your tongue.'

Blue eyes sparkled as said tongue performed maneuvers that made Nick shudder with desire, back arched and head thrown back. But as wonderful as it was, it wasn't enough. Nick wanted more.

'Wait, Gil, wait!'

Eyes wide and questioning, Grissom stopped, mouth halfway down Nick's hard shaft. He groaned in protest and held tight to Nick's ass as the younger man tried to pull out.

'Let go, Gil. I'm only gonna make it better, I swear.'

Grissom reluctantly let go, letting Nick's cock slide slowly out of his mouth. He couldn't resist one last lick along the spit-slick hardness, relishing Nick's groan.

'Nicky,' Grissom complained when the young man moved from over him.

But the complaint turned to excited comprehension when Nick reversed positions, knees on either side of Gil's head and hard cock hovering over his mouth, his own mouth beginning the slow slide down Grissom's erection.

'Yes,' Grissom hissed before once again swallowing Nick's hard length.

Nick moaned around Grissom's hard cock when Gil sucked him in, one hand around the base of his cock, the other hand cupping an ass cheek, middle finger teasing his anal pucker.

Grissom was the one groaning around a mouthful of hard, salty cock when Nick returned the favor, finger circling Gil's anus before wiggling inside. When Nick's finger found his prostate, his hips arched off the bed, forcing his cock further down Nick's throat.

Groans and wet, slurping noises filled the room as two mouths worked in unison to mutual satisfaction, two hearts beating as one to the rhythm of ecstasy.

Grissom cried out in denial when Nick pulled away, his mouth off of Gil's cock, his cock out of Gil's mouth. Grissom grabbed at him, but Nick was too fast, climbing off the bed and searching the floor for his pants.

Blue eyes glazed with passion, Grissom lifted his head, licking his lips hungrily when Nick bent over to pick up his pants. Curious, he watched Nick pull out his wallet and open it, rifling through the contents quickly.

'Ah-ha!' Nick cried in triumph, turning and hurrying back to the bed.

Grissom's breath caught in his throat when he noticed what Nick held. His heartbeat sped up and his breathing became raspy as he saw Nick's beautiful white teeth tear into the foil packet. Gil moaned as he watched Nick smooth the latex over his erection.

'Thank God it's the lubed kind,' Nick said hoarsely.

Grissom didn't even protest Nick's assumption that he'd let him fuck him. It had been a long time since he'd been a bottom, and he hadn't really enjoyed it then, but this was Nick. He wanted Nick inside him, he realized, wanted it like he'd never wanted anyone or anything before.

Nick was a bit unsteady as he climbed back up on the bed, shoving Grissom's legs apart and settling between them on his knees before sitting back on his heels and surveying the man before him. He'd wanted this so long that he had to take a moment just to look at the man he'd so often dreamed of having in this very position.

Grissom would never win a Mr. Universe competition, but he looked damned fine to Nick. Two rosy nipples peeked through a light sprinkling of graying hair covering a broad chest. What once might have been a six-pack was now an adorable pudge that begged to be caressed. His pubic hair was going gray as well, but time had done nothing to diminish the thick, ruddy shaft rising proudly from the apex of his well-shaped, slightly bowed legs.

Eyes nearly black with desire, Nick placed a hand on either of Grissom's knees, running them up and around, pulling his thighs up to drape over his own.

'Damn you look good like that,' Nick murmured appreciatively, trailing his fingers over the insides of Grissom's thighs, delighting in the shivers he generated in the older body and the way Gil clutched at the sheets.

Eyes locked with Grissom's, Nick stuck his thumb in his mouth, the same one Grissom had earlier sucked on, and coated it with saliva before introducing it into Grissom's small nether opening.

Grissom tensed, his heart pounding a bit harder in his chest as the thumb slowly worked into him. His visible apprehension, along with the tightness of the narrow passage, registered with Nick. He'd noticed earlier how tight Gil was around the finger he'd inserted during their abbreviated 69.

'Gil?'

Grissom didn't respond.

Nick didn't remove his thumb, but neither did he move it further in. Instead he said firmly, 'Gil, look at me.'

Grissom opened his eyes, blue orbs glazed. 'Yes, Nick?'

'Have you ever done this before?'

'Of course,' Grissom replied indignantly.

Nick grinned at the annoyance in Grissom's words. 'No, boss, I'm talkin' about this,' Nick said, emphasizing his words by twisting his thumb.

Grissom hissed and his breath caught. 'Once,' he said truthfully, 'and I didn't much care for it then.'

'Shit. Why didn't you say so?'

'No!' Grissom protested, tightening his inner muscles around Nick's thumb. 'I want you inside me.'

'You're sure? I don't want you to do something you don't want just because I want it.'

Grissom managed a smile at Nick's understanding, despite the fact he didn't have enough blood going to his head to even pass for higher brain function. Even when playing the aggressor Nick couldn't help but care for people.

'I'm sure, Nicky. I want you to make love to me.'

Those must have been the magic words because Nick groaned and swooped down for a hard kiss, thumb circling inside Grissom's hole.

'I'll make it good,' he promised against Grissom's mouth.

Grissom smiled and laid one hand along Nick's square jaw. 'I know you will, Nicky. Remember, no regrets, no recriminations.'

Nick smiled and turned his head to place a kiss in the palm of Grissom's hand before sitting back on his heels again. A slight frown touched his face as he continued to work his thumb in and out and around.

'What is it, Nicky?'

'I wish I had some lube.'

'You said the condom is lubed,' Grissom reminded him.

'Yeah, but it won't be enough. I don't want to hurt you while I loosen you up.'

'You won't hurt me, Nicky. I trust you.'

Nick's laugh was a bit strained. 'That's a lot to put on a guy when all he can think about it fucking you till you can't walk straight.'

Grissom's breath caught because he realized he wanted the same thing, doubts and apprehensions be damned. His eyes suddenly widened. 'Nicky,' he said excitedly, 'I have some hand lotion in my shaving kit.'

Nick grinned. 'That'll work,' he proclaimed, carefully pulling his thumb free and climbing off the bed once more.

Grissom reached down and grasped his cock, stroking himself as he turned his head and watched Nick scurrying towards the vanity area where the coffee was just starting to brew. Watching Nick walk away was enough to make his breathing speed up and his heart beat faster because looking at Nick was like looking at a work of art, a sculpture brought to life by a master.

Nick was already coating his fingers with the unscented lotion as he hurried back to the bed, latex-covered erection bobbing and leading the way. He placed the bottle on the nightstand before resuming his position between Grissom's widespread thighs.

'You ready for this?'

'Yes, Nicky.'

Nick carefully introduced two fingers, pausing when he felt Grissom clenching and tightening up. He ran his right hand soothingly up and down Grissom's thigh.

'Relax, Gil, or you'll hurt yourself. Bear down like you're trying to push me out. That'll help open you up.'

Grissom did as instructed, surprised when Nick's fingers seemed to slide right in.

'That's good, Gil, that's real good,' Nick praised him as he began moving his fingers, circling, rubbing, thrusting, scissoring.

Grissom made a little gurgling sound in the back of his throat when Nick brushed his prostate. Nick noted Grissom's reaction and made sure to rub the tiny protrusion again.

Reacting to the stimulation, Grissom's hand increased its tempo as he stroked his cock, eyes focused on Nick as he went about the business of loosening him up.

'Slow down, Gil,' Nick admonished, 'or you're gonna finish without me.'

Flushing, Grissom did as instructed, slowing his hand down to a slow slide up and down his hard length with a twist over the rosy head, using his own precum as lubricant.

'Oh, that's nice,' Nick murmured just before bending down to suckle on a hard nipple, causing Gil to hiss and arch his back.

Nick continued the motions of his fingers as he licked, sucked and tugged first one nipple and then the other. Gil writhed in pleasure, one hand lazily stroking his cock while the other hand buried itself in Nick's silky hair, urging him on.

'Nicky,' he gasped when perfect white teeth nipped at an achingly hard nipple.

'Mmm, you taste even better than you smell, Gil. Don't know how that's possible, but you do.' Nick licked up the side of Grissom's neck, then whispered in his ear, 'You taste like fresh air and sunshine would taste if they had a taste.'

Eyes rolling back in his head, Grissom shivered when Nick's hot, moist breath caressed his ear. His eyes flew open again and he gasped when a third finger was worked inside him.

'You're loosening up nicely, Gil,' Nick murmured against Grissom's shoulder.

'I'm loosened up already, Nick. I want you in me.'

Nick drew back and searched Grissom's face for any signs of trepidation, but all he saw there was want and need. 'You're sure?'

Grissom nodded. 'I'm ready, Nicky. Make me yours.'

That earned him a brief but thorough kiss that had both men moaning. Brown eyes locked with blue, Nick carefully pulled his fingers free, right hand cupping Grissom's perspiration-soaked face.

'You'll tell me if you're uncomfortable, if you want to stop?'

Grissom smiled, putting his hand over Nick's. 'I promise,' he said, 'but I don't see it happening.'

'I hope not,' Nick muttered, almost to himself.

'How do you want me?'

'Anyway I can get you,' Nick vowed.

Grissom's smile grew wider. 'The feeling is quite mutual. But I meant what position do you want me in?'

'Let's turn you on your side. It'll make it easier on you for your first time.'

'Technically it's not my first time,' Grissom said as he rolled onto his right side.

Nick ran a hand down Grissom's flank. 'You said you didn't like it, and I intend to make sure you enjoy it this time, so, yeah, it is your first time.' He hesitated just a moment before adding, 'Technically.'

Grissom couldn't even smirk because Nick slid a hand between his thighs and lifted his top leg, pushing it forward a bit. His breath caught when he first felt the broad head of Nick's cock at his entrance, carefully pushing in.

Nick kissed the shell of Grissom's ear and commanded softly, 'Breathe, Gil.'

Grissom did as ordered, taking a deep breath. It was as he was exhaling that Nick slid nearly halfway in, startling a gasp from the older man.

Nick held still as a shudder ran from the other man's body to his own. 'You okay, Gil?'

'Yes,' Grissom said breathlessly. 'I'm more than just okay.'

'Glad to hear it,' Nick managed, gritting his teeth as he pushed in the rest of the way, then held still, giving Grissom time to adjust.

Grissom nestled back against Nick, loving the feel of the young, hard body against him and the groan elicited by his actions. Nick rewarded him by running his hand up Grissom's thigh, over his hip and around to grasp his hard cock, making the older man hiss.

'You ready for more, Gil?' Nick said roughly, breath hot in Grissom's ear.

'Oh, God, yes!'

'Hang on then, we're goin' for a ride.'

Nick began to move, short, slow strokes at first that he timed with the movements of his hand on Grissom's cock. Unable to continue the teasing pace for any length of time, his thrusts became longer and harder, causing the body he pushed into to jiggle with the force.

Grissom cried out when Nick hit his prostate, hand clasping the one on his cock to increase the tempo. He couldn't stop the flow of words that tumbled from his mouth, words of want and need and praise, words that had Nick groaning.

'God, Gil, you've got the hottest, tightest ass, and I'd stay buried deep inside you forever if I could,' Nick whispered hoarsely.

'Oh, God, yes!'

Nick's mouth fastened on Grissom's neck as he neared his climax, marking him with his passion. His hips worked like a piston, pushing into the pliant body before him as his hand squeezed and stroked.

'Come for me, Gil. I want to watch you.'

The hot words murmured near his ear, along with the feeling of being so thoroughly possessed, took Grissom over the edge. Crying out Nick's name, he shot his warm cum over their entwined hands, body shuddering as Nick followed close behind, hips slamming into his buttocks.

'Gil,' Nick sighed.

Grissom hummed in response. His breath caught in his throat when Nick brought their entangled hands to his mouth and licked off the cum. Twisting his head back, he sought out Nick's mouth, tasting his own essence on the younger man's tongue.

Nick broke away with a gasp. 'Damn, Gil, you keep kissin' me like that and we'll never make it out of bed.'

Grissom smiled and closed his eyes as he snuggled back against Nick. 'I wouldn't mind.'

'Yeah, I wouldn't, either, but we don't have a choice. I'm presenting a paper in about three hours, and you're a keynote speaker just after lunch.'

Grissom sighed softly. 'This is one time I wish you weren't so damned conscientious.'

'No, you don't,' Nick countered.

'You're right, I don't, but if we don't get out of bed soon, I may well change my mind.'

Nick pulled out carefully, eliciting a hiss from Grissom as the head of his softened cock passed through the still quivering ring of muscle. Nick kissed his shoulder in apology.

'You want the shower first?'

'We could always shower together,' Grissom suggested hopefully.

'Don't tempt me,' Nick growled, rolling out of bed. He looked down at Grissom as the older man seemed to snuggle down deeper in the bed, then reached out and smacked a firm cheek.

Grissom yelped at he unexpected smack and looked over his shoulder accusingly at Nick.

'Come on, Gil, get that fine ass out of bed,' Nick commanded as he took care of the used condom, one part of his brain thinking he'd have to stop by the drugstore before returning to the room for the night. Condoms and lube were a must-have for the rest of the conference.

Grumbling, Grissom climbed out of bed, wincing slightly when he took his first step. Nick noticed the involuntary motion.

'You sore, Gil?'

'A little,' Grissom admitted, then smiled. 'But it was worth every twitch and twinge.'

Nick smiled smugly as he headed for the vanity and poured a cup of coffee. Following right behind, Grissom stole the cup before Nick could add sugar.

'Hey! That's mine,' Nick said indignantly.

'Not anymore,' Grissom said as he took a sip of the aromatic brew. 'I think the only reason you want me to use the shower first if so you can have the Blue Hawaiian all to yourself.'

Nick smiled as he poured a second cup, this time adding the sugar he needed. His eyes sparked with a combination of amusement and lust as he met Grissom's gaze over the rim of his cup. How funny was it that he and his boss were standing around an Atlanta hotel room, naked, drinking expensive coffee out of cheap plastic cups? The guys back at the lab would laugh their asses off, once they got over the shock, if they could see them now.

Not that there was anything to laugh at. A naked Gil Grissom stirred a lot of emotions within him, but amusement wasn't one of them. This was where the lust came in. Lust and a deeper emotion he didn't want to analyze just yet. That could wait till their return to Vegas, although he had a pretty good idea what the feeling was.

Grissom finished his coffee, then leaned over for a quick kiss before heading for the shower. Nick turned on the television to Fox News, laid out his clothes and drank another cup of coffee; anything to distract himself from thoughts of joining Gil in the shower.

Damn, he really wished they could skip today's seminars. Gil Grissom, a hotel room and no dead bodies. What more could he ask for?

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Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Grissom addressed the audience. He was in the third row, and he swore he could smell the man from there, that fresh, earthy scent that went straight to his dick, thus the trouble sitting still. Thank God Grissom had sat in the back of the room during his presentation.

Nick frowned as he continued to watch Grissom. Had his boss been drinking again? His eyes appeared glazed as he looked directly at Nick, and he seemed kind of off-balance, not his usual professorial self.

At least concentrating on Grissom and his delicious scent and the possibility that he might be drunk again kept the headache at bay. This was the second day in a row the commingling of so many harsh odors had caused pain to explode behind his eyes. Hadn't these people ever heard the adage that less is more? The only one, besides Grissom, whose scent hadn't overwhelmed him was an attractive red-headed woman from Memphis who smelled like an apple orchard on a crisp autumn day.

By the time the hour-long seminar was over, Nick was literally squirming in his seat. How could listening to his boss lecture in a room full of people make him so horny? But there it was. The man was hot even in teacher-mode. And, oh God, the smell emanating from Grissom made him want to lick the man all over.

Nick figured Grissom must have been feeling some of the same because he headed straight for him as soon as he was able to leave the stage. Blue eyes blazing, Grissom wrapped a hand around Nick's arm and pulled him from the room. They were heading for the elevator when Nick suddenly stopped.

'Wait, Gil.'

Grissom looked at him, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

'We need to stop by the drugstore.'

Grissom's brows drew together. 'The drugstore?'

'Yeah, the drugstore. If there's going to be a repeat of this morning, there are a couple of things we need.'

'Oh, the drugstore.' Grissom smiled. 'Why don't you go back to the room, and I'll get what we need.'

'Okay, but hurry.'

'I'll be there before you know it,' Grissom promised.

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Wearing the white terry cloth robes provided by the hotel, Nick and Gil sat propped against the headboard of Gil's bed, eating room service food and watching the Discovery Channel. They'd climbed into Grissom's bed after showering because Nick's bed was a wreck, covers trailing on the floor and the sheets sporting more than one wet spot.

Nick had jumped Grissom as soon as the man had entered the room, kissing him till his knees went weak, then dragging him to bed. Taking the bag that Grissom had managed to hang onto while being pushed down on the bed, Nick had grinned when he'd discovered Grissom had bought the kind of lube that warms on contact, then had laughed when Gil had blushed.

There'd been no hesitation on Gil's part this time when Nick had prepped him before sliding into him. They'd been face-to-face, brown eyes gazing into blue, blue into brown as they'd moved together to completion. Breathing ragged in the aftermath, Nick had tenderly kissed Gil and brushed the sweat-soaked hair off his forehead.

'Hey,' Nick said softly.

'Hey,' Grissom responded just as softly.

Blissfully tired, they'd snuggled together and napped for a bit. Nick had awakened to the heavenly feel of Grissom's mouth sliding down his hard cock. After Gil had sucked him dry, Nick had rolled over and discovered the wonder of having his boss' hard dick buried deep inside him.

And that hadn't been the last time. Their bodies obviously thought they were teenagers again and had recovered in an amazingly short time. Grissom had lain on top of Nick, bodies rubbing together till warm cum had splashed between them, mixing and mingling in a sticky mess that had resulted in a shared shower and further intimacy.

As they lounged together on Gil's bed, Nick wondered how it was that he could still smell the man. He knew for a fact Grissom hadn't used scented soap or aftershave, so why did he smell so good? If he hadn't been so tired, the scent alone would have made him hard again.

Nick reached over and stole a mushroom off Grissom's plate, causing the older man to smack his hand and scold him. Nick stopped the scold by simply leaning over and fastening his mouth to Gil's. One kiss led to another and then another. By the time they came up for air, they'd missed the first ten minutes of the next program.

Grissom groaned. 'Enough, Nicky. I'm too sore for anything else right now.'

Nick merely grinned as he turned his attention back to the television and resumed eating. As he watched the current program, something triggered in his mind and made his grin fade.

'Son of a bitch,' he whispered, knowing now what had happened.

'Nicky?' Grissom questioned in concern, noticing the younger man's sudden pallor.

Nick looked at Grissom, expression stricken. 'Greg.'

Grissom's brows drew together. 'Greg? What about him?'

'Greg is responsible for everything that's happened between us.'

'What are you talking about?'

'Do you remember what I told you about Greg's lab tech friend at Cal State and the drug he's developing?'

Grissom pursed his lips as he thought. 'The polysynthpheromone?'

'Yeah. He had to have put it in the coffee. It all started after we first drank the Blue Hawaiian yesterday. That's why I thought everyone was wearing aftershave or perfume and why I thought you were wearing aftershave, why I can still smell you.'

'That might explain why my senses were all intensified.'

'And why you acted drunk,' Nick added.

'So it affected us differently. I noticed the scents, especially yours, but they didn't overpower me the way they did you.'

Nick started to shake. Noticing, Grissom set his plate on the nightstand, then took Nick's and set it down as well. Turning back to Nick, he took one of the young man's hands between both of his own.

'What is it, Nicky? What's wrong?' Grissom asked alarmed by the coldness of the trembling hand he held.

Nick looked at him with sorrowful eyes. 'This, everything that's happened between us, it's all because of Greg's drug.'

And suddenly Grissom understood. Squeezing Nick's hand, he asked, 'Did you mean it when you said you'd wanted me for a long time?'

'Yes.'

One corner of Grissom's mouth tilted up. 'I meant it, too. I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you.'

'Really?'

'Yes, really.'

'But-'

'No, Nicky,' Grissom said earnestly. 'This didn't happen because of the drug. What was between us was already there. All the drug did was give us the ability to smell the pheromones emitted by the other one. It's not an aphrodisiac, and it's not a drug that makes you open to suggestions. The attraction had to have been there or nothing would have happened.'

Nick sighed in relief. 'You're right. I wasn't thinking.'

Grissom continued to hold Nick's hand with one of his own. The other hand he used to cup Nick's face. Nick leaned into the touch, dark eyes lambent.

'With us sharing a room, chances are this would have happened anyway.'

Nick grinned. 'Hell, if I'd known you were into guys, I would've jumped your bones years ago.'

Grissom answered with a grin of his own. 'Yeah, well, if I'd known you swung that way I would've made sure you knew I was interested.'

'Maybe we should thank Greg for giving us that needed push.'

'Oh, we will, but only after I've made him aware of the consequences of ever again slipping someone an experimental drug.'

Nick pulled his hand free of Grissom's and placed it on the other man's knee. Grissom raised one eyebrow when that hand journeyed up under the hem of the robe.

'Nicky?'

'What do you say, Gil?' Nick questioned, inching his hand further up Grissom's thigh. 'Still too sore for some lovin'?'

Grissom groaned when he felt the swelling start between his legs. 'Some parts of my body obviously don't think so.'

Nick's hand covered the one still on his face as he leaned closer and said, 'Good,' just before his lips claimed Grissom's.

Grissom met the kiss wholeheartedly, then pulled away when Nick took hold of his erection. 'Wait, Nicky, there's something I want to do this time.'

'Anything, Gil. All you have to do is tell me what you want.'

Grissom's face flushed. 'I want to finish what we started the first time.'

Nick grinned. 'Oh, yeah. That's my favorite number.'

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Greg entered Grissom's office hesitantly. 'You wanted to see me, sir?'

'Come in, Greg,' Grissom said, expression serious, 'and close the door behind you.'

Greg closed the door, but he didn't go any further into the room.

'Sit down, Greg,' Grissom said, indicating one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Greg slowly moved to the chair and sat, one leg moving up and down nervously.

Grissom just looked at Greg, not letting him break eye contact. When he noticed sweat glistening on Greg's brow, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a sealed evidence bag containing the rest of the Blue Hawaiian, placing it on the desk between them. If possible, Greg's face paled even more.

'Do you know what this is, Greg?'

'Uhm, coffee?'

Grissom peered at Greg over the top of his glasses.

Greg visibly swallowed. 'It's the Blue Hawaiian I gave Nick?' he said, still more of a question.

Grissom tapped his mouth with the tip of one finger. 'And what do you think I would find if I had that coffee analyzed?'

'High quality coffee?'

Grissom didn't say anything, just pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. That was all it took to have Greg babbling.

'Look, Gris, I didn't mean any harm, honestly. It's perfectly safe.'

Grissom's look was one of pure astonishment. 'Greg, it's an experimental drug that has no FDA regulations. How can you possibly know it's safe?'

'I know because I've tried it,' Greg said a bit defensively.

'And that's another thing we need to discuss. You're a scientist, Greg, hoping to become a CSI. You should know better than to try an experimental drug.'

'I swear, Gris, it's safe.'

'Answer me this, Greg. What if Nick or I had had an allergic reaction to one of the components in the compound without knowing we'd been drugged? Valuable time would have been lost in the treatment process.'

Greg swallowed around the lump of fear choking his throat and blurted out, 'I only wanted Nick to get laid.'

Grissom smirked and nearly purred as he said, 'Oh, he did.'

Greg's eyes widened to an impossible size, and he murmured faintly, 'Oh, shit,' when Nick stepped forward out of the shadows. He'd been so nervous he hadn't even realized the Texan was in the room.

Nick stood next to Grissom, in his personal space without actually touching him. Greg's eyes darted from one to the other, then back again. The two men gave off a vibe of intimacy that a blind man couldn't miss.

'Shit,' he squeaked. 'Just how much trouble am I in?'

Grissom let the silence build before finally saying, 'After much discussion, we've decided to let you off with a warning. But if you ever do anything like that again, not only will it go on your permanent record, but it might possibly be grounds for dismissal.'

'And I'll personally kick your ass,' Nick added.

'No, no, never again,' Greg swore, getting up and backing quickly towards the door. 'I swear on Papa Olaf.'

'Good enough,' Grissom said, 'but we'll be watching you.'

'Yeah, okay, whatever.' Greg reached for the doorknob, then glanced from one to the other again. 'And you two…? Oh, shit.'

Greg fled the room.

Nick chuckled. 'Well, that was fun. I think puttin' the fear of Grissom in him worked just fine.'

'So it would seem.' Grissom leaned back in his chair and looked up at Nick. 'You think he'll tell anybody about us?'

Nick shook his head. 'Nah, `cause if he did, his part in it would come out, and I think he's learned his lesson there.'

'Good. So, Nicky, what do you say to dinner after work in the morning?'

Nick smiled and waggled his eyebrows. 'I think that's a good idea as long as I get to pick dessert.'

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Greg didn't think he would ever stop shaking after that little interview with Grissom. He hadn't expected to get busted. And he certainly hadn't expected Grissom to be the one Nick ended up in bed with. Talk about coming out of left field. He was lucky Grissom hadn't fired his ass and even luckier Nick hadn't kicked it.

He was so busy trying to process everything that had just happened that he didn't hear anyone enter the lab and jumped a foot into the air when he was tapped on the shoulder. He spun around and found Judy there, eyes wide and one hand on her heart in an imitation of Greg's stance.

'I-I'm sorry, Greg, I didn't mean to scare you.'

Greg blew out a breath. 'It's okay, Judy, I'm just a little jumpy.'

'Okay.'

'Is there something you needed?'

'Oh, yes!' Judy held up a small package wrapped in brown paper. 'This was just delivered for you.'

'For me?'

'Yes.'

Greg took it, brows drawn together curiously. 'Okay, thanks, Judy.'

Realizing Judy was still watching, Greg took the package to the empty table across the room and unwrapped it. Inside was two pounds of Blue Hawaiian with a single white card that read:

THANKS, G. JUST DON'T
EVER DO IT AGAIN.
G and N

Greg was finally able to breathe again.

END