Title: Master Gil
By: Ericalynn
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: maxieroc - requested Nick/Gil and I quote "(porn) oh master Gil" *lol* Yeah, we all know I'm kind ... craptastic at sex scenes let alone something like that. But I tried. Hope it turned out okay!

“On your knees.”

Not a suggestion, but a command. Nick, blind-folded with his hands tied behind his back, had no choice but to follow. He felt two warm hands press gently against the bare skin of his shoulders, pushing him down. The cool kitchen tile pressed against his legs as he settled, knees shoulder width apart.

He sensed more than felt Gil leaning in closer, two hands curling into fists in his hair. Flesh, hard and wet with need, pressed against his lips; sliding, painting his cheeks and chin with slick smears until it settled against his lips, pushing insistently.

He parted his lips, accepting the welcomed weight of Gil on his tongue. The first thrust caught him by surprise, a short, sharp snap of hips sending the dick farther into his mouth. Nick yearned to reach out and steady himself, to wrap his hands around Gil’s hips and hang on for dear life while Gil sought his pleasure. But the silk binds around his wrist kept him still, reminded him of just who was in charge this time around.

Instead, he leaned forward, steadying himself for the next thrust. He was disappointed when Gil thrust forward again, fingers tightening in Nick’s hair, nails digging into his scalp. Nick curled his tongue, sliding it as much as he could along the length of Gil’s cock, humming at the moan of pleasure the slipped passed Gil’s lips. Two more thrusts, a few more tricks with his tongue, and Gil was pulling out, panting rapidly.

“Up,” he ground out, giving Nick’s hair a short jerk.

Nick hissed quietly, but managed to get his feet under him and stand. He was pushed back, quickly, against the counter, the marble edge digging into his lower back, as Gil pressed up tightly against him.

Gil wasted no time in thrusting his erection against Nick’s hip, grunting and panting against out curses against Nick’s neck. Nick brought up his leg and locked it around Gil’s legs, bringing him closer. He thrust his own hip against Gil, encouraging him without words until he reached completion.

He leaned against Nick for a moment, sweat and breaths mingling while Nick’s cock screamed for attention trapped between their bodies. Nick nudged his hips, silently begging for release, but Gil just kissed his collarbone.

“After pulling that trick, you’re gonna have to wait.” Gil gave him another soft kiss on the side of his neck and moved away.

Nick should be spitting curses at Gil for leaving him like this, naked, needing, and bound in the kitchen, but instead he just smiled. Sure, Gil may play the master, but when it came to the bedroom, they both knew who was always in charge.