Title: Men are…well…men…
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2644
Pairings: Gil and Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes, gang members and a couple of OMCs.
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 longer offering because I‘ve been on my holidays…and an older fic of mine. Enjoy!


Greg was going to have the guys over for guys evening. In truth he was pissed at all the women having ‘girls’ nights out so decided that he would go all out to get the guys together.

He hadn’t it intended for it to become as big as it had, but it seemed they were all pissed at the women and wanted a show of solidarity. Either that or they were a load of sad bastards who didn’t get out much! Greg was resolute in shoving that thought to the back of his mind.

The usual suspects had been invited; Warrick, Nick, Grissom, Hodges (even), Bobby, Brass, Archie, the Doc, super Dave and there were a couple more that happened to be coming although Greg hardly knew them, but felt couldn’t be excluded since they were fairly new staff members and…well…guys. So Tom and Denny were coming too.

Greg had stipulated that only beer and sodas would be allowed and food would be limited to chips and nuts and that they’d have take out Pizza – good guy stuff. Okay, so Greg actually preferred sushi and Thai food was a particular favourite but this evening was about guy stuff not aesthetic choices….they could do that for themselves.

Nick and Warrick had been the first two to be invited to Greg’s party. Both had readily agreed and they’d sorted through dates that would best suit the three of them before any others were asked. Greg had asked them if he should invite Grissom; Nick had readily agreed, but Warrick’s remark, ‘You can ask’, sort of confirmed Greg’s opinion that it was unlikely he’d come..

So, Greg had been quite surprised that Grissom had agreed to come; he’d asked nearly everyone else first, thinking that Grissom, ever the private man, would find some excuse not to participate. Apart from breakfasts Greg had never had any out of work interaction with him. Rumour had it that Gil Grissom did not undertake any form of social intercourse and, Greg surmised, probably any other kind of intercourse.

But Grissom did accept, asking if he could bring anything or even help out in any other way. It had thrown Greg at the ease of Grissom’s chat about the ‘evening’. Perhaps the rumours were all wrong. Perhaps they were only passed around because Grissom didn’t interact much – not that he couldn’t interact. That would explain that and Greg thought no more about the subject.

Nothing is that simple and Greg should have paid a little more attention to his new career as an investigator. In retrospect that may be a little harsh because even the ‘old timers’ like Catherine and Warrick had failed to notice what was right under their noses.

Nick had gone to the gym with Warrick, straight from work that morning but after their workout they’d gone their separate ways. No one knew or would even guess that Nick would be making a detour on his way home to visit Gil Grissom at his home.

Nick rang the bell as usual to announce his arrival but then used his key to open Gil’s front door. Gil was walking towards him dressed in an old tee and jeans and barefoot – he was still damp from a very recent shower. Gil kept walking straight into Nick’s personal space and beyond, enveloping him in a hug and sighing exaggeratedly as he nuzzled Nick’s neck.

“Good workout?”

“Not bad, you know maintaining isn’t as difficult as getting there in the first place and don’t worry I’ve worked on my ass…plenty there for you to hang on to….”

“I think I’ve become some sort of ass fetishist…”

“It’d better be mine and mine alone.”

“Oh, it is….I’ve never seen a better one and I’ve certainly never felt one quite so….”

“’Hard and toned’ would be good.”

“Hard and toned most assuredly….along with soft and smooth skin….and not to mention that rather enticingly neat little entrance….”

“Gil!”

“What?”

“Well…you know…we are standing in your living room in broad daylight and you’re mentioning….”

“Nick Stokes, you are a real prude. Do you know? You’ve deep throated me, fucked me into the mattress and let me fuck you back and you are embarrassed at mentioning your anus…..in daylight?” Gil was laughing and Nick could feel his body shaking against him.

“Well…it’s….not…..”

“Ha! You have no answer! Now let me take your ass cheeks in my hands and pull you towards me so that I can feel your hard cock rub against mine.” Gil’s eyes danced with fun as he actually did exactly that.

Nick blushed a lovely hue of pink but was laughing and now grinding said hard cock against Gil’s equally hard cock. “It’s not doing it, it’s saying it…well not saying it when we’re in bed and doing it….you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know; you wanna go to bed and talk dirty?”

“Now I think that would be a very good idea…..and you could then lick my ‘neat little entrance’ before you finger it and then push your….”

His words were cut off as Gil covered his mouth - the kiss was hard and passionate, their tongues twisting together and their teeth nipping at each other’s lips. Their hips grinding into each other and those hard cocks getting harder..

“God…you’re such a quick study.” Gil gasped out as came up for some air.

“My boss, y’know, he demands it.”

“Good boss.”

“Well….”

“You’ve got a mischievous streak did I ever tell you?”

“Don’t think you did.”

“Well I’m telling you now, get up those stairs and out of your clothes and I think you should lie face down on the bed!”

“Uh uh, boss being demanding again!”

“Very.”

Nick laughed and strode off to do exactly as his ‘boss’ had demanded. Gil followed behind keeping his eyes on the ass as it made it’s way up the stairs…..

Nick was staying the day (night) at Gil’s so they settled down to sleep after their lovemaking. Neither man voiced their thoughts as they drifted asleep, but they were exactly the same, ‘I could get used to this, living here with him.’ ‘I could get used to this, having him live here.’

Nick woke first; they had three hours before shift….maybe….but before he did anything he had to visit the bathroom. Sliding out of bed trying not wake Gil he went into the en suite to take care of business.

Gil had been disturbed by Nick’s movement and gradually pulled himself into the land of wakefulness. The first thing he noticed was Nick’s absence but the sheets were still warm so he’d only been gone a few moments. In the bathroom, that’s where he’d be. He had yet to open his eyes but he did so to look at the clock – he turned the alarm off, he wouldn’t go back to sleep. He’d slept well, he always did when Nick was with him; it was comforting to be with him, made him feel secure - although he wasn’t aware that he felt insecure when he was alone.

Nick Stokes had turned his life upside down. It hadn’t been meant to happen; it wasn’t planned and if he’d been asked about it in the hours before it did happen he’d have laughed out loud at such a ludicrous notion. But now, could he give him up? No. Never. Not without an almighty fight and if he lost….Gil could not contemplate that prospect and shuddered.

They were good, there was no sign that this wouldn’t flourish and be sustained. He was sure. He was also sure that if Nick didn’t hurry he’d have to go and use his other bathroom he was that desperate for a pee.

“Are you done in there Nick? What are you reading ‘War and Peace’?” Gil shouted out to the closed door.

The door opened a little and a seated Nick peered out, “’Gone with the Wind’ and I’m on page ten.”

“Don’t rush; I’ll use the other bathroom.”

“I won’t.” Nick closed the door.

“No, you won’t.” Gil said to no one in particular, he knew that Nick enjoyed a long ‘bathroom break’. It was to do with growing up with five sisters and always being at the bottom of the pile, so to speak. Then at college when he still had to share with scores of other young men. It had been the most cherished part of having his own place, that and not having sanitary products coming out of his ears – though there was that story about taking tampons to school for an experiment on absorption rates. He hadn’t realised that not every student had five older sisters completing their biology education.

Gil laughed and scratched his balls as he made his way to the other bathroom. It was odd being with another man. He’d never contemplated that at all and as the years rushed past he thought that a wife was looking less likely, not that he’d ever actively pursued a woman with the intention of marriage. As he peed he thought he’d never actually actively pursued a woman – period.

“Hey”

Gil jumped and splashed over the bowl. “Nick for God’s sake I’ve peed all over the floor!”

“And that’s such a disaster.”

“S’pose not. I’m worried about you – do you strain when you…you could get haemorrhoids you know.”

“Ugh…gross man! Worried you might have to be the bottom all the time?”

“No, I’m worried about you….besides…yes, you’re right I would miss it.”

“I’m good, I’ve told you it’s peace and quiet and no one hollering and banging on the door. I’m going to take a shower, wanna join me?” Nick slapped Gil’s ass, but he’d finished peeing so there were no more accidents.

“That’d be good. Go get the water started and I’ll wipe the toilet and floor where I made a mess…where you made me make a mess.”

“Make sure you clean it all up and kill those pesky little germs!” Nick left before he could be punished for his impudence.

In the shower they cleaned each other between kisses and caresses but decided to return to the bed to take care of business….their substantial erections. This time they swallowed each other’s semen, although Nick wasn’t that keen it gave Gil an inordinate amount of pleasure just seeing himself being consumed by Nick and that was enough reason for Nick to do it without complaint.

They lay there on the bed both on their backs looking up at the ceiling, but their shoulders touched and Nick’s left leg lay over Gil’s right leg.

“We’ll have to shower again, we smell of sex.”

“Yup, after breakfast - I’m starving. Hey, I forget to tell you, you’re going to be invited to a party at Greg’s; a guys only thing. I don’t think Greg and Warrick think you’ll go but you gotta man, just to surprise them. Act surprised when you’re asked.”

Gil turned and looked at Nick who looked back at him and smirked.

“Oh joy. You’re not giving me a choice are you?”

“Nope.”

“Nicky, I’m not a ‘party person’, what on earth will I talk about? The joys of anal sex perhaps? The art of the sixty-nine position with two men?”

“There’ll be beer and pizza and you’ll know everyone; you won’t have to talk much. You want to ‘out’ us?”

This serious little addition to the light hearted banter wiped the smile off Gil’s face. He turned onto his side to face Nick. They had talked about this long and often. They’d been together for over eight months and this wasn’t going to go away. Their last agreement had been to wait until their first anniversary. It had seemed a fairly solid decision and one they both would stick to.

“Do you? Don’t you want to wait?”

Nick turned too and they were close and whispering now. “I’m not sure; the one year thing seemed like the right thing to do, at the time. But we’re not going to split up are we? Are we?”

“No. We’re not. Do you want to move in here Nick?” Where on earth did that come from - he had no intention of asking Nick just yet, that was going to be an anniversary present.

Nick’s eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he couldn’t actually think of anything to say and then he suddenly did think of something.

“Yes. Oh God, Gil that would be….” He leaned just a few inches forward and kissed the lips of his partner. It was the very first time he’d ever thought of Gil as his ‘partner’. It was the very first time he’d ‘allowed’ himself to think of Gil as his partner.

They just kissed gentle little kisses for a few minutes while they thought about the ramifications of such a move. Gil could be fired; he was in a relationship with a subordinate. They’d talked about that. If Gil had to leave then Nick would resign. They’d talked about that. What would their colleagues and friends think? They’d talked about that. If it was the worst case scenario – well they’d talked about that too.

The only thing that Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes hadn’t talked about was what would happen if they moved in together. Sell Nick’s place, sell both places? What?

“Shall we sell your condo first and move you in here? Then when things have settled and if we’re still okay in Vegas, sell this place and buy somewhere together…our place?”

“Sounds like a plan; if we have to leave there’ll only be your place to sell. Do you think it’ll come to that?”

“Who knows? We have the new discrimination laws on our side but that doesn’t negate the fact that we have disobeyed ‘company’ policy, me really, not you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without me though, could you?”

“True.”

This was the most amazing thing about the two of them – they just agreed, the most sensible option was aired, agreed upon and put into action. Neither Gil nor Nick had ever encountered anything like it before but it was just how they were together.

“Gil?”

“What?”

“Gil, I love you.” They had both said it before, but didn’t repeat it often, because they knew.

“That’s funny you know because I love you too!”

“That’s good then. Gil?”

“Mmm?”

“Will you marry me?”

It was Gil’s turn for the wide eyed look; his mouth gaped and his eyebrows shot up and through all of that he still looked annoyed.

Nick was panicked. “Look man, you don’t have to…it was.... you don’t have to…”

Gil put his hand up over Nick’s mouth to silence him. “Shut up. You just stole my thunder; I was going to ask you on our anniversary. Yes! Nicholas Stokes I would love to marry you!”

Nick mumbled something and Gil pulled his hand away from Nick’s mouth which had spread into the widest happiest smile Gil had ever seen, and then some.

“Man you had me seriously worried then. Hey, that old joke……you know, ‘should an engaged couple be frank and earnest or should one be a girl?’ It applies to us!”

“I guess it does.” As Gil said that Nick’s stomach let it’s hungry indignation be known – loudly. “Come on I’ll cook – what d’you want?”

“Shrimps and pasta with a salad.”

“Oh, are you sure? Please take a few moments to consider.”

“Don’t be sarcastic to your fiancé and get in that kitchen, where you belong.”

“In your dreams. A schedule that’s what we’ll have for all the chores…including cooking!”

“That’s the quickest honeymoon period ever!”

“Not married yet…perhaps you should move out into the spare bedroom to preserve my modesty until we marry.” At Nick’s guffaws he added, “Well, maybe not then.”

The ‘outing’ lay temporarily forgotten.

Gil’s behaviour at work caused a hurricane force gossip storm amongst the staff. He had never been known to be more pleasant, more chatty, more patient…more everything of any happy adjective. Catherine was convinced he’d found a woman and was in love. Sara didn’t know whether to hate Catherine for saying it out loud, Gil for doing it or the ‘other woman’. Mostly it was all three.

The men all believed the same but were less vocal and more conspiratorial – mostly egged on by jealousy; not many of them had happy relationships. However, it was a given that it wouldn’t last long and then there’d be ’hell to pay’.

Nick was involved in the discussions but was able to avoid any committed opinion on the subject – just a few selected ‘mmmms’, or ‘maybes’. He faithfully reported back all the gossip and the way the bets were going…it wouldn’t be the lab without a book on the reason, on the outcome and the date of that outcome. Nick was toying with the idea of placing a sizeable bet on the real reason, but Gil said it would be unethical – like insider trading – but Nick still had a mind to do it….serve ‘em right!

(They still couldn’t decide on when to emerge from the closet, not because they couldn’t agree, but because they couldn’t actually decide. They’d put it to one side and would air it again a couple of days later.)

Greg was very nervous about inviting Grissom to his party. Even more so when Grissom seemed so happy; Greg really was waiting for the other shoe to drop. But a week into the ‘new model’, he had to broach the subject. Catching Grissom in his office before he left for his assignment, he approached him

“Grissom?”

“What can I do for you, Greg?’ Gil had an idea what was coming and deliberately smiled broadly at Greg. He knew it unnerved him.

“Well…I’m…well....I’m…” Greg was stuttering like a school kid and Gil was positively gleeful. ‘Evil’ would be more applicable Nick would tell him later.

“Greg, are you okay?”

“Oh…..yeah….” He took a huge breath and launched into his specially prepared invitation…. “I’mhavingapartyjustfortheguys…and…would likeyoucome….if you want to, that is?”

“Right, thank you Greg, I’d love to come to your partyfortheguys.” Gil parodied Greg’s speech but kept his face straight. He knew that Nick would be furious to have missed this.

“Good. Right. Okay then.” Greg stood there.

“Crime scene, Greg?”

“Oh yeah, right, cool.” Greg left the office feeling like he may have had some sort of alien encounter. He wondered if he should put ten bucks on that scenario.

He was paired with Nick who had collected his kit and was waiting for Greg to go to a crime scene in Greg’s truck. He saw Greg walking towards him and thought he looked seriously….disturbed….was the word to describe the look.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

“No not really; I’ve think I’ve just met an alien life force.”

“Seriously?”

“Grissom.”

“Okay, you invited him to your little shindig? Is he coming?” Nick was annoyed that he’d missed this little scene, since Greg was so unhinged by it, Gil must have been playing it for he was worth.

“Yeah he is.”

“Warrick owes me five bucks then.”

“Ten.”

“Five if he said ’yes’ and another five if he actually shows up”

Greg perked up at this. “Do you think there’s a good chance he won’t?”

“Personally? Not a chance….” At Greg’s happier face, he continued, “....that he won’t NOT come…the guy’s on a roll, he’s bound to come.”

“Thanks”

“You’re welcome.” Nick had to have some fun having missed the actual invitation.

The week before the party progressed steadily, Gil’s mood continued to provide the most fodder for gossip; the work wasn’t that bad and Gil and Nick decided to stick to their original plan and tell people about themselves when they reached their first anniversary. They also agreed that, perhaps, a couple of weeks beforehand they’d tell the AD and the Sheriff. See how the land lay. They did a good clean up of Nick’s condo and got a realtor in to put it on the market. The stuff Nick wanted to keep, they ferried to Gil’s and stored in the garage and spare bedroom; they had thought there wasn’t a lot - but it quickly became apparent they would need a bigger place.

They decided to marry up in Canada – Nevada didn’t do civil partnerships – and have a whale photographing cruise for a honeymoon. Both men had always wanted to do the trip. They left the date open in case their Las Vegas plans fell apart. They didn’t worry too much about that, they were together and it wouldn’t really matter where they were together – it would just be inconvenient.

Party night arrived and Nick agreed to ferry Warrick and Archie to and from; Gil would make his own way.

They all piled into Greg’s condo and it started well. Everyone knew each other and there were no awkward silences. Hodges latched onto Gil and he couldn’t shake him. Nick collected his remaining bet and they drank the beer. Gil and Nick were the only two men driving and were both exhorted to leave their trucks and use cabs, but they resisted.

Pizza arrived and was devoured with more beer and tongues loosened and ‘man’ became braver. Some section of the party started a conversation about porn and in no time at all the new guy in fingerprints –Denny - said he had a DVD with him if they all wanted to watch. Not many of them actually did…but no one voiced their opinion. Gil reflected later it was probably an inherent fear of being not part of the pack.

Whatever, Denny produced a DVD from a backpack and it was inserted in the player. ‘Three’s not a Crowd’ started up to a few interested cat calls. Prominent among them Dr Robbins. Gil knew that he was an avid porn fan and regularly frequented some less than mainstream places. To watch…at least Gil thought it was…he considered that for a few moments.

This was, predictably, a man and two women. Super Dave called it almost immediately. “Where do they get these guys from…I mean the size…. Those poor women.” The looks of incredulity at him caused him to be defensive. “What? It’s got to hurt!”

“I doubt it David.” Trust Gil to enter lecture mode at the most inopportune time. “Women’s vaginas have an elasticity that would accommodate the most….”

“For God’s sake Gil, cut the crap and watch the movie.” Dr Robbins intervened and Nick covered his snicker with a pull on his soda.

“I was pointing out a well known fact Al…sorry to disturb you!”

The Doc looked at Gil with a beam that said, ’don’t disturb me with your real life crap, I’m happy here’.

All three protagonists were naked now and Gil had to admit (to himself NEVER to anyone else, even Nick) that the guy did have a huge penis and it wasn’t even hard. Maybe it was one of those ’all show and no extra’ type. Gil had seen quite a bit of porn in his time but had never been turned on by it. He now wondered if it was because he was latently homosexual or bi-sexual and needed that sort of stimulus. He couldn’t ever remember seeing a man on man movie; he was sure he’d have remembered.

The women were nicely…stacked ….he supposed was the expression but their breasts were obviously false….he’d never liked that – they felt hard and artificial and in sexual situations like the one he was watching they were strangely immoveable.

The guy’s penis was erect now and as he’d thought was not much bigger than it was flaccid – mind you he’d still need a fair amount of blood to keep it up. Gil suddenly wondered what Nick thought of this and stole a sly glance in his direction.

Nick was watching the DVD trying to remember when he’d last watched a porn film that hadn’t been work related. He smirked at the thought and imagined that not many of the men here would be thinking that. A number of them were already squirming in their seats and Denny had snatched a cushion to put on his lap. Ew.

As Nick glanced across the room at Gil, Gil turned towards him. Their eyes locked for a moment and a momentary smirk graced both their faces. They turned back to the screen. Warrick had seen the exchange and the wheels of his mind started grinding – slowly.

They’d been watching for ten minutes and the groans and utterances became unbearable for Gil. He wasn’t sure he wanted to laugh hysterically or vomit…or maybe both. He’d have to go out and get some fresh air. Unlike most men in the room, his penis had actually shrunk in mortification. He smirked at his thoughts and excused himself from the room. Not many were taking any notice of his movements – except Nick of course, and Warrick and Greg.

It did occur to several of the men that he was leaving to prevent embarrassing himself. Greg hadn’t been particularly in favour of watching a porn film, but he wasn’t exactly out of favour with it either. What he was actually worried about was how Grissom was taking it….he was his boss…okay they weren’t at work, but he was still his boss. The last thing he needed to do was to aggravate the man. He was in a good mood – he would be in huge trouble with everyone else in the lab, except Sara, if he was the cause of Grissom reverting to his old self….or worse.

Horror struck Greg at the thought that maybe Grissom was going outside because he had a boner that needed attention. God, he would be toast if he was blamed for this almighty cock-up. He didn’t even notice his pun.

Gil was on the balcony outside Greg’s condo. There was a pool in the garden several floors below and a few people were congregated around it. Gil could hear their chatter and laughter. He wished he was there with them, although he was probably old enough to their father. He could sit with Nick and ‘shoot the breeze’, that’s what Nick, Nicky, said.

He thought about the testosterone flooding Greg’s room right now and he wondered just how many of them would accept his relationship with Nick. As far as they both knew no one had any idea that Nick was gay and that Gil had ’discovered’ that he too had a recently acquired ‘gay’ proclivity. Life was amazing, with its twists and turns and now he had Nick with whom to share his life, when the most he’d hoped for was an ant colony and a few bees and a dog, when he retired. He laughed at himself.

Nick had seen Gil leave the condo, he knew he wouldn’t leave the party without some word to him but he was now frantically thinking of some excuse to leave the room and join Gil. He had no interest in the film. The guy did have a big cock, but he wasn’t as interested as he might have been this time last year. He had Gil now and his cock was plenty big enough - thank you every much.

Nick’s frown was being studied by Warrick. He had a few beers but not that many to render him incapable of logical thought. Nick had looked at Gil and Gil had looked at him back. It was only for a moment but it wasn’t a ‘guy’ look and he could not explain that at all – it just wasn’t.

Gil had gone outside and Nick had followed his every move and was now frowning – Warrick was sure he wanted to go outside to Gil. Now he’d noticed in the last – what - three months that there was ‘something’ between these two men that was not quite right. It wasn’t wrong, it was different; odd. It was a non verbal exchange – a communication from whom everyone else was excluded. But it was so miniscule that he wasn’t absolutely sure he’d seen it. Until tonight. Tonight it was only a glimmer of an exchange but it was a definite connection. They knew something that no one else did. But what?

Warrick suddenly became aware of a heightened mood in the room. Guy with big dick was getting ready to shoot his load and several men here were not far behind, if Warrick read the situation rightly. The Doc was a strange guy to be turned on by porn. He was happily married. Did his wife know? The new guy, Denny, whose DVD this was seemed to the most excited. Figured. He knew what was coming. Warrick laughed out loud and several men were distracted from their discreet task in hand – so to speak.

Nick looked at Warrick and saw the humour there and at Greg and saw the worry. What was Greg worried about? It seemed you couldn’t go wrong with a porn film. Only Gil had forsaken it and most here would have expected that from him since they hadn’t even expected him to show up in the first place.

The ‘cum shot’ over, the men launched into a discussion on the finer points of the movie. Not that there were many.

Nick relaxed with the room and stretched and just worked his way to the door and out to Gil. All watched by a diligent Warrick.

Gil was leaning on the railings, soda in hand. Nick joined him but kept a distance between them.

“Where’d he shoot his load?”

“Over the implants.”

“Figures.”

“I was thinking that a year ago I’d’ve watched and enjoyed it, but now it’s of no…can’t think of the word…s’pose ‘serves no purpose’ probably best explains it.”

“I know. I’ve never liked porn, I’ve seen too much exploitation of…women usually…. to derive any pleasure from and Al…”

“I know man, it’s really weird isn’t it? Have you ever met his wife?”

“Once, seemed….nice.”

“I want to go home. I’ll see what Warrick and Archie are doing. Warrick was looking around y’know, at me I thought, like he was trying to figure something out.”

“To be honest Nick I would have expected more observance from the team. They are trained to notice and see what’s what. Our body language must exhibit some signs we’re not aware of….”

“You think?”

“Almost certainly.”

“So if I walked past you and grabbed your balls d’you think they’d notice?”

“Sara would think it was accidental.”

Nick burst out laughing just as Warrick walked out the door – now that was a giveaway if ever there was one and both men knew it. Warrick didn’t miss a beat.

“Share the joke?”

“I’m afraid it was a derogatory remark about a colleague and I shouldn’t have said it.”

“Ecklie?” Both men relaxed at Warrick’s assumption.

“Am I that transparent?”

“He’s the butt of most in-jokes.”

“True. Is the party breaking up?”

“Don’t know. The porn’s done and the guys are just dissecting the size….I think a lot of them are jealous!”

“It’s not the size, it’s the performance.”

Nick and Warrick both burst out laughing.

“What’d I say?”

“It’s a give away man, only men with small…..eulogise about the performance!” Warrick put Gil straight.

Gil had the good grace to blush to the roots of his hair – quite a rare sight. Nick couldn’t help it….he was shaking trying to withhold his laughter….but he lost it and was almost howling with laughter.

“Thank you for your votes of confidence. Regardless of size, Warrick, I happen to believe what you do with it does count for more.”

“Oh man, I can’t believe you said it.” Nick was still cracking up and Warrick wasn’t much better.

“You’d have thought that having been found out he’d have the sense to keep quiet.”

All Nick could do was nod and agree.

“If you’re only going to ridicule me, for making a perfectly reasonable statement I’m going inside.” A plainly aggrieved Gil left the two men on the balcony.

They caught sight of each other and started laughing again... It was a very rare occasion to score a direct hit with Gil Grissom. The men savoured it; although Nick was a little bit, a tiny bit, sorry, but he couldn’t stop laughing. Especially as he knew that while not having anywhere near the size of the porno star, Gil was still well endowed and able to put it to good use. He’d have a lot of making up to do – but it had been worth it - he’d kiss it better and THAT thought caused his laughter to erupt again.

Gil re-entered the condo; he was upset at the remarks. Especially since Nick had found them so funny. Especially since Nick knew it wasn’t true. Especially since Nick was supposed to defend him. He had to rescind that last thought because he knew Nick couldn’t, otherwise they would be outed. But he was hurt and Nick would have to make it up to him.

The talk had moved entirely to sport and here Gil could hold his own. He watched sport for the statistics of it, how many runs, batting averages, that sort of thing. It’d fascinated him since childhood. So he found himself in a contest of figures with one of the new guys, Tom. It was entertaining.

Nick and Warrick got themselves under control and went back inside – Warrick to get a beer and Nick a soda. He knew that Gil would ignore him. Never mind, he’d make it up.

The next couple of hours went by quickly and at the end a good time had been had by everyone - including Gil - though he would deny it. He’d have to spend some time being petulant with Nick. They got ready to leave all together. Archie was easily the most inebriated but Nick and a fairly sober Warrick manhandled him into the truck with a strict warning that if he vomited he would be murdered – they could do it and leave no evidence, they were CSIs.

They had to wake up Archie’s girlfriend to get him into his condo but he did have the foresight to vomit on the sidewalk after he’d left the truck and before he was dumped home. Girlfriend remarked that before she murdered him she’d clean the mess up. Warrick and Nick thought it best to make a hasty retreat; it was going to get ugly.

The two men got in the truck and Nick headed over to Warrick’s place, only a short detour from Gil’s townhouse. As Nick drove and the radio played soft bluesy music, Warrick’s mind drifted back to his thoughts on Nick and Gil. There was a definite….thing between them…chemistry perhaps…he didn’t know. But the moment he’d walked onto the balcony and found them laughing together he knew that his suppositions had been right.

The only thing that threw him was Nick cracking up when Gil had made the remark about size and performance. Warrick thought and thought about it and then he gasped and sat upright in the seat. Jesus, Mary, Mother of God, and he wasn’t even a Catholic! It couldn’t be, it couldn’t but it was, he knew it even as he thought it and as he denied it to himself.

Nick had noticed the sudden movement. “You okay ‘Rick…not gonna hurl are ya?” Nick was thankful they’d just arrived at Warrick’s destination.

“What, no. Nick are, you and Gil….are you and Gil…you know?”

“Know what ‘Rick?”

“Jesus, it’s been under all our noses for what - three months?”

Nick took a huge breath; Warrick was his best friend and this was an opening that wouldn’t happen again so easily. “Nine - actually.”

“Holy….NINE months…I didn’t know you were…gay …even…I mean I suspected Gil…but you…well…well I never, man?”

“Suspected Gil? Wow. Years of practise at hiding it ‘Rick. I’ve had women, you know I have but I would rate ‘me’ at least 95% gay. Gil’s the new guy on the block…I’m his first.”

Warrick stared at Nick. “You. Nine months. Gil.” He wasn’t feeling particularly articulate, this was a MAJOR revelation.

“Yup. You okay, you know, with that? Me gay and best bud’s….” Nick suddenly thought that he may no longer be Warrick’s ‘best bud’.

“Errr, I think I am. Man. I’m in shock you know….but what the fuck…Vegas and all that. Shocked man.”

“Well shall I go so you can think about it?”

“Yeah, okay.” Warrick snickered – he still had some residual beer left in him. “Gil wasn’t gay but you were? All this time? Man. I am okay Nick y’know. Hey - I‘ve had gay friends before, no sweat.” He lifted his knuckles up for Nick to bang them with his.

“Thanks ‘Rick – means a lot man.” Nick was very serious without the benefit of alcohol; he knew that this was a good moment.”

“You know you’re in serious shit don’t you?”

“When Sara finds out?”

“Wow, yeah that too….no, I mean about tonight making fun of him.”

“I realise that – but I have some wily ways to make amends!”

“TMI Nick, TMI!”

“I guess. Thanks for being okay with it Warrick, it means a lot man.”

“You’re welcome. You’re going over there aren’t you?”

“Yeah, we just moved in together and I’m selling my condo and getting that out the way and then we’ll probably buy a place together…..see what happens with work.”

“Holy Shit! You gonna tell ’em?”

“Gotta man, can’t keep pretending…and now you’ve figured….”

“I won’t say a word Nick you know that.”

“Yeah I know, but you guessed….who’ll be next…Catherine?”

“You’re right; see you in work. You okay?”

“I’m good.”

Warrick got out of the truck and Nick watched as he ambled up to his door. He turned and waved and Nick waved back. It hadn’t been as hard as he thought; though it helped that Warrick had been seriously loosened by the beer. He drove off to give Gil the news …and do some grovelling……

Gil had gone to bed…pretending to be upset to teach Nick a lesson. But he couldn’t be that mean. So, Nick had been mean to him; but he’d no choice it had been Warrick’s joke and if Nick had defended him it would have been a dead giveaway. So he would forgive him fairly quickly, depending on HOW sorry he was of course.

He was a long time coming home (Gil liked saying that) and he was beginning to worry, but Archie had been well and truly legless, so they were maybe having some trouble with him. Just then he heard the truck pull up and Nick kill the engine. Three minutes and thirty seven seconds later Nick burst into the bedroom.

“Where you’ve been, you’ve been ages?”

Nick was about to bite when he remembered he’d got to be nice, at least for a little while.

“Archie was sick and then me and ‘Rick had a heart to heart.”

“A ‘heart to heart’ in the middle of the night, while I’m lying here worrying?”

“God, Gil you sound a whole lot like my Momma getting on to Daddy for coming home late.”

“I…I was worried. You’ve been gone ages.”

“Okay….I’m back now and contrite…..about you know what….it’s not small…well not that……”

“Hey, there’s still room for you to sleep in the spare bedroom despite all your…rubbish.”

“Calm down, boy…I’m joking; anyway I have news of a ….monumental…..nature.”

“What?”

“Nicely Gil, say please.”

“Oh, for goodness sake Nick, don’t be ridiculous tell me, or don’t tell me, I don’t care.” Gil settled down in bed and pulled the blankets up to nearly cover his head.

“I was joking man, what happened to your sense of humour? You know what - don’t bother I’ll let you find out for yourself, just don’t blame me for not giving you the heads up. I can sleep in the spare room….I’ll be happy with my own rubbish.”. Nick slammed out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom. ‘Misery guts’ he thought.

Nick peed, washed up a bit, cleaned his teeth and then undressed, dumping all of his clothes except his CKs. He went to the spare room; he knew it was made up in case someone ‘dropped by’. That was a laugh; he was the only idiot to drop by – ever. He pulled the bedding back and slid in between the cold sheets. He lay on his back and pulled up the sheets and blankets and then thought about what had just happened.

How had it suddenly gone wrong. It had only been a joke, surely Gil had known that. They’d had arguments before but neither Nick nor Gil had been relegated to the spare bedroom. Nick suddenly thought about Warrick. Warrick knew. He knew about them and Gil needed to know. What was going to happen now? Did he need to take his condo off the market and move back? If they were going to break up he couldn’t work with Gil and then Warrick knew about them and Gil couldn’t take a joke. He‘d have to move, leave Las Vegas. Oh God.

Nick, always the emotional guy, felt his eyes fill up and he tried not to let the tears fall down his cheeks, but he couldn’t help it – Gil didn’t want him anymore and Warrick knew he was gay. Nick turned onto his side and curled up as he started to sob in earnest. He tugged the pillow up to his face and cried into it as silently as he could. He’d leave in the morning. Or should he go now, book a motel – go to ‘Rick and call in a favour?

All these thoughts whirled around his head; that Gil had lost his temper and rejected him. Nick was almost howling in his pillow. He felt alternately despondent and then stupid. He was a grown man acting like an idiot. But, he thought he’d just been dumped by the love of his life.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. “Nicky, oh, Nicky, I didn’t mean it, please don’t cry, please don’t, I’m sorry, so sorry Nicky.” Gil crawled onto the bed and separated Nick from his pillow and wrapped his arms around him all the time murmuring his apologies.

“Oh Gil, ‘Rick knows, he knows. He guessed and I told him, oh Gil, I’m so sorry.” Nick hiccoughed his news to Gil

“Oh Nicky and I sent you away. It’s okay, babe, it really is. It’s no problem. Was Warrick horrible to you?”

“NO…..he was good…he was drunk, a bit anyway, but not that bad….he’s okay, we’re still best buddies.”

“Then everything will be alright. I’ll go to the sheriff on Monday and tell him. See what happens.”

“Can I come back to bed Gil?”

“Of course you can if you can bear to be with me…I’m a cranky old bastard and I don’t deserve you.”

“It’s me Gil, I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean it about you…you’re…I didn’t.”

“Of course you didn’t sweetheart, I was being a miserable bastard.”

Nick suddenly liked that he had been called ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. Gil had never called him those before…and he liked it. They both jumped when Nick’s cell started ringing. It was out in the hallway.

“I’ll get it.” Gil followed the ring and found it in Nick’s shirt pocket.

“Yes?”

“Gil?”

“Warrick, what do you want?”

“Oh well…. It’s just that I had a thought, you know about Nick’s condo. He’s going to pay a fortune in realtor fees but I bet if he put an ad up in the lab or the PD he’d get a taker no sweat…it’s a nice place.”

“For a man who is quite drunk; just discovered we’re gay; giving thought to Nick’s situation is a nice thing to do Warrick, but it is four am.”

“Yeah, but we’re usually up aren’t we?”

“True. Look Nick can’t talk at the moment but I’ll get him to call you later……thanks Warrick….we….I appreciate it.”

“No blast man. Sorry I thought you were gay all along.”

“Right. Okay. Bye then.”

“Bye.”

“That was ‘Rick?” Nick was leaning on the door jamb. He’d wrapped his arms around himself shivering. But not from the cool night air but from the emotions that had just flooded his senses.

“It was indeed. Hey, come here, you’re cold.” He wrapped his arms around Nick. “You have my permission to kick my ass for being such an idiot.”

“ I like your ass and I’m not kicking it….might lick it a bit….”

“You…..you…..I love you; don’t let me get away with that sort of behaviour again. I’ve spent too much time on my own. I’ve got to get used to sharing.”

“As long you realise I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

“I can live with that. Come on.”

The men made their way to their bed and settled down to sleep with their arms wrapped around each other.

Gil thought, ‘I must be careful, he’s very sensitive, I don’t want to push him away.’

Nick thought, ‘I must be careful, I’m way too sensitive; I don’t want him to push me away.’

Later that morning they awoke at virtually the same time, Nick cuddled deep into Gil, not wanting to wake up and get up. Gil stretched and then hugged the warm body of Nick closer to him.

Gil’s eyes suddenly shot open. Had he really behaved like a complete prick last night, or was it a dream…a nightmare. It was real.

He’d behaved like a complete fool - pushing and pushing Nick away. He’d push once too often and lose the man, if he wasn’t careful. Perhaps it would be better if they just split up now, give Nick the chance to find someone else, younger, less set in their ways. Not so stupid.

Gil remembered that Warrick knew and that Monday he’d have to come clean to the sheriff – if he didn’t and this leaked out bit by bit, he’d look so foolish he’d have to leave anyway, regardless of whether it was acceptable or not.

He couldn’t let Nick go. He’d never let Nicky go, not without a fight. He was certain and from the way Nick had reacted, Nick wasn’t about to dump him…but he could cool down, if Gil kept chipping away at Nick with his own insecurities.

Nick started mumbling into Gil’s chest and Gil looked down trying to catch the words.

“….stop thinking out loud man….you’re the noisiest thinker I’ve ever met.”

“Hey. Sorry. I was a total ass, a jackass in fact, to you; I can’t believe my own….stupidity…..”

“No, me neither.” Nick was a little more lucid.

“You must call me on it Nicky, don’t let me treat you like that. I’ve had too many years on my own doing what I want. I’ve got you now and I’ve got to learn to share. Any more nights like last night and you’ll be walking out and not coming back.”

“It’s the same with me…I didn’t take into account your feelings and flounced out like a….like a gay man!” He laughed and kissed Gil under his chin.

“What did Warrick mean about me being gay all along?”

Nick chuckled into Gil’s chest. “He’s always thought you were gay…don’t know why…you’ll have to ask him…but me….straight guy.”

“Really? I wonder why he’d think I was gay. Do I act gay? What is ‘acting gay’?”

“Don’t know…you’re not camp otherwise I’d have noticed….you do hold your hands funny when you walk.”

“I do not.”

“Do too…sort of out at an angle.” Nick extricated an arm from the bedclothes and demonstrated.

“I don’t do that…it is camp.”

“Well maybe it’s that then.”

“Are you joking with me?”

“Nope…..man, you do it….honest.”

“Good lord…you know this gay thing…. perhaps I have been gay all along, just didn’t know it until you ‘activated’ me!”

Gil could feel Nick’s body shaking with laughter beside him.

“Have you got a better idea? Remember, before you speak that you’re very ticklish.”

“No man…but if I had to ‘activate’ you how come it took me so long….Jesus, Gil, we’ve been working together for six years and only been together for nine months…look at what we’ve missed.”

“I haven’t got an answer for that Nicky…all I can say is, it was the right time for me and maybe the right time for you and I’m not knocking it.”

“Nor me and now: ‘Rick knows, we’re going to move into together, get married and tell the suits.”

“That about sums it up. You must also bear in mind that we could be facing a bigger upheaval if they don’t want to play ball with us.”

“I know. Hey, lets forget about this and play around a bit, what d’you say?” As he asked, Nick reached down and encircled Gil’s semi hard cock. He pumped it a few times, just gentle tugs and was rewarded with a harder cock and bucking hips.

“I like that you’re full of good ideas, Nicky”

“You called me ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’ last night.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Gil’s voice had dropped to a low whisper. “I’m sorry I upset you Nicky…sweetheart….I was mean…but, believe me, I soon came to my senses.”

“Okay, I forgive you….”

Nick didn’t finish what he was going to say and would never be able to remember anyway.

Gil moved over him nearly lying on top of him and kissed his mouth. A full kiss. His lips moving over Nick’s lips, his tongue pushing through Nick’s lips and teeth to engage Nick’s tongue. Their tongues duelled for a few moments, wrapping around each others and Gil pulled back a little to grab in more air but used the time to nibble at Nick’s lips before diving into his mouth again.

His hands had been equally busy; one hand on Nick’s hair, his fingertips massaging the scalp beneath the soft short hair. His other hand smoothing Nick’s skin up and down his flank and then settling on one of Nick’s prefect little nipples. Brown, round, small, so very sensitive…even as Gil gently rubbed it Nick moaned into his mouth.

Gil pulled back from his kiss to look into the black eyes of his lover…his pupils blown in undisguised passion. His mouth slightly open and short panting breaths coming from within.

“I love you.” Gil whispered. “You are perfect Nick, absolutely perfect.” At Gil’s observation Nick smiled up at him.

“Perfect for you.”

Gil couldn’t speak any more. He kissed Nick’s mouth again and then forcibly withdrew his mouth from Nick’s to kiss his neck moving from one side to another with wet sloppy kisses, licking at the skin on Nick’s collarbones…nibbling at the bones and then licking in the hollows. His hands still busy in Nick’s hair and on his one nipple, gently tugging it with his fingers…it was so small he could hardly gain a grip with his fingers. His lips moved up to Nick’s ears and his teeth tugged at the lobes, his tongue licked them and then he pushed just the tip of his tongue into one ear and then moved to the other. He knew Nick hated it and loved it at the same time…it made him squirm and it made him buck his hips into Gil’s and his hard on brushed up against Gil’s belly.

Gil drew back suddenly, from the presence of Nick’s cock, but in the same movement grabbed Nick’s other nipple with his teeth…teasing the hard skin gently with his teeth and then licking it with the tip of his tongue. This never failed to further arouse Nick and as if on cue his moans escalated and he was not grinding his hips but lifting them off the bed to find something, anything, against which to rub his erection.

Nick had not been entirely passive during this assault. His hand had held onto Gil’s cock and he’d been pumping it in a screwing motion that made it even harder still…he’d been amazed at Gil’s staying power….he’d never come….unless he wanted to; he was in control, all the time. Sometimes Nick loved that and other times he hated it when he couldn’t hold on for another second and Gil would grin at him as he lost his load.

But it meant that Nick could indulge his favourite pastime…touching, rubbing, licking, swallowing, whatever he could think of, he could do and did. So he had been fingering Gil’s cock. Feeling the soft skin over the hardness of the erection. The extra skin of Gil’s foreskin fascinated him…..since he’d been circumcised.

Gil’s balls, heavy and dark skinned…he rolled each ball in his hand and lifted it and tugged it and then reached behind and scratched at the perineum behind…he knew that Gil particularly liked that. With his other hand stroking Gil’s skin down his back and onto his ass. As much a Gil loved his ass he loved Gil’s. It was much bigger than his own but just as hard, even though Gil didn’t work out.

Nick’s hand found itself stroking his ass cheek with his other hand engaged in ball play. Nick’s fingers moved towards Gil’s anus. Now Gil knew all the technical terms with the nerve endings but when Nick pushed his finger along the crack in Gil’s ass cheeks and fingered his anus, he felt Gil shudder and moan just as he did when Gil bit his nipple.

Gil had made his way to Nick’s belly button….an ‘outy’ to Gil’s’ inny’. Both men loved this…and Gil would devote a lot of time, just like he was doing now, to the licking and nibbling of Nick’s ‘cute little button’ as Gil was wont to call it…even to Nick’s incredulous look at Gil’s pronouncement.

He suddenly stopped, to groan at Nick’s fingers probing his anus just a little way.

“D’ you want to come in, Nicky?” He looked down at Nick.

“I want you in me….is that alright?”

“I’m more than ‘alright’ with that…you know that I love it…tight and hot…babe…real tight. What do you want?”

“I want you to reach for the lube and lie on you back.’”

“Your wish…..” Gil did what he was told.

“I’ll sit on you.” Nick knew that Gil liked this position and as Gil settled on his back Nick eagerly climbed aboard.

“Okay….hey, turn ‘round yourself first.”

Nick grinned and complied - he knew what was coming as he sat astride Gil with his ass in the air in front of Gil’s face. Gil ran his hands down Nick’s back causing Nick to shudder a little…but the hands rested on Nick’s ass cheeks and Gil’s strong hands pushed aside the smooth hairless cheeks. Oh….Gil could not tell anyone…even Nick, just how much he loved these ass cheeks and now his sight was set on the brown puckered anus before his very eyes. It was as sweet to look at as Nick’s nipples.

He leaned forward and then pulled back a little. “Hey, wiggle your ass a little further back, Nicky.”

Nick wiggled his ass back towards Gil’s mouth and Gil smiled as he easily moved forward and licked the fabulous body of his lover. He had licked and wet his lips and then applied his saliva to moistening the flesh outside and around the anus moving up and down and licking and then biting the skin of Nick’s ass.

If Nick had ‘wiggled’ before he was squirming now and grinding his ass into Gil’s mouth and tongue. The tip of Gil’s tongue, wet and hot, pushed past the muscle and tasted the taste that defied description…musky and sexual… was all Gil could ever come up with…it was such a unique taste. The taste of Nicky; his Nicky.

Nick spent his time licking and sucking Gil’s cock….teasing the skin, very gently, with his teeth, but as Gil pushed his tongue a little bit further into Nick, Nick took a huge intake of breath and then exhaled a groan.

“Man, you are a tease…agghhh…come on I need you….in me,”

“Patience….where’s the lube?” Nick found it on the bed and squirted a little onto Gil’s fingers.

“Ow….cold….” Nick shivered as one Gil’s finger pushed up into him and moved around.

“Be hot enough soon…stop whining.”

“Hey, be nice to me….you owe me….remember?”

“I do…sorry….” Gil wasn’t, because he promptly inserted another cold lubed finger to join the other.

For a two or three minutes Gil probed and pushed his fingers into Nick. Nick had gone from complaining about the cold invasion to pushing back on the fingers, wanting more.

Gil withdrew his fingers and slapped an ass cheek. “Greedy boy!”

Nick laughed as he turned around and retrieved the lube once more….he squeezed out another dollop onto his fingers and pushed a little more into himself but then spread it over his hands and then applied it to Gil’s erection. It was Gil’s turn to shiver at the cold application.

“Gotcha!” Nick proclaimed, “And I've warmed it up a bit.”

Gil didn’t speak and Nick looked into Gil’s eyes as he positioned himself over the hard cock that was going to enter him. The look in Gil’s eyes was all Nick needed to go on…the love…..the gasp….as Nick’s tight body encased Gil’s erection.

When Nick had first done this it was so painful; it felt like he was sticking a huge hard object up where it shouldn’t go….and in fact that was exactly what he was doing, but after only a short time the pain had mingled with pleasure and then the pain had diminished altogether and he’d been left with the pleasure….then the very first time his prostate had been rubbed over and over again had caused tears of pleasure to run down his cheeks but that had stopped Gil in his tracks for fear of hurting him. “Don’t stop - fuck me….” Nick smiled now as he remembered Gil’s shocked face as Nick had shouted out.

Nick was finally able to rest on Gil’s body…his erection fully sheathed. Nick’s own erection had lost a little strength but he took it in his hand and started pumping himself as he started to rock on Gil. Gil had no option but to start to thrust up into Nick. Their motion became one as Nick moved up and down and Gil thrust up and down…so that Nick’s down stroke met Gil’s up stroke and Gil’s cock was hitting Nick’s prostate with each thrust.

Gil put his hand over Nick’s on Nick’s erection and together they pumped the hard flesh. The pale shaft of Nick’s such a contrast to Gil’s dark skinned penis. But the head of Nick’s was blood red and semen oozed out as they continued their joint effort. Nick was close.

Nick looked down at Gil and the leaned over him to kiss him….their tongues licking each other and their teeth nipping at each other. Nick pulled away and smiled at Gil. Their joint pumping of Nick’s cock speeding up and Nick’s breath becoming erratic, gasping short breaths and then long deep breaths to gain more oxygen. His eyes never left Gil’s and started to brim with tears as he approached his orgasm. The feelings were so intense, he couldn’t help himself.

Gil was aiming his ejaculation for just as Nick was going to come, because he knew that the pressure on Nick’s prostate would enhance the orgasm for Nick…he knew because Nick did the same for him. He looked up into the Nick’s tearful eyes…..he often cried when they made love and after getting used to it Gil took it as a compliment at the pleasure he was giving. He knew Nick was close, the way he was, his body, his breathing….all familiar signs to Gil, who loved this so much.

Nick was getting close…..his balls had tightened and moved upwards and his cock was so hot and hard and the feelings in his ass…of being full and hot and the rubbing…..”Oh god…Gil…oh god…arrhhhh…” Nick’s hand stilled, as did Gil’s, but Gil kept up his steady thrusting into Nick; he was going to come….Nick stopped still as Gil thrust and started to pump inside him at the very same moment his semen spurted out across Gil’s belly and chest…hitting the flesh in streams of heat…Gil was always surprised it didn’t burn him and that very heat caused his release inside Nicky. His Nicky.

“I love you, Nicky. I love you, so very much.” He gasped out his whispered endearments to a collapsing Nick.

Nick’s body couldn’t stay upright and he leaned over Gil’s chest….his head resting on Gil’s shoulder as he gasped for his own breath. His hand still held his own penis…though the rigidity was lost it was still twitching and a little semen kept making it’s way to the opening and collecting on the head…he brushed his thumb over it and shuddered at the sensation and as he did so his body relaxed and Gil’s penis slipped out of him, as did some of Gil’s semen. He lifted his head and smiled at Gil.

“I love you, Gil…..god…I never knew that sex could be so good, until you.”

“I know what you mean…it’s not me or you…it’s us.”

“Yeah it is…..does it matter what happens at work or what people say? ‘Cause we’ve got ‘us’.”

“That’s the bottom line Nicky…we’re invincible, my love…you and me - together!”

The End