Title: Green Eyed Monster
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick

'Silk, silk, silk.' Gil knew the riddle pissed Nick off, and he had hated to use it. Nick just didn't realize it was Gil's way of keeping Nick safe. Gil knew that if something happened to Nick, he could not live with himself. Sure, he felt that way about his whole team, but Nick was special.

Gil noticed that Nick had left as soon as the shift was over. He did not want to go out for breakfast with the rest of the team. Gil did not go either, he stayed and worked overtime just so he wouldn't have to go home to an empty house and dwell on his conversation with Nick. Nick was in his thoughts too much anyway, so his logic was to stay as busy as he could.

Tomorrow night's shift would be better, Nick was off and he would not have to see the hurt look in Nick's eyes. When Nick looked at him with those beautiful eyes, Gil would just about give him anything he wanted. Gil just wished it were more than hero worship; he wished it were on a more personal level.

It was almost lunchtime before Gil left the crime lab and headed for home. He showered, changed and got into his truck again. He had errands to run and promised to meet Jim for an early dinner at Totino's.

Jim met him out front and they walked in together, already talking about their current caseload. The meal was great and so was the company. Jim Brass was probably the best friend he had in this town.

They paid their tabs and went their separate ways in the parking lot. It was only six o'clock, but Gil had to get home and try to get a few hours of sleep before his shift started at eleven. He drove towards home listening to the classical station out of Henderson. Because it was a Friday night, the streets were crowded. Something caught his eye, was that Nick's truck? He drove around the block to be positive. Sure enough, it was Nick's truck; Gil recognized the 'Everything's Bigger in Texas' bumper sticker. What was Nick doing in a place like Diamond Bill's? Diamond Bill's was a gay bar.

Something made Gil pull into the parking lot. If someone would have asked him right then and there, what he thought he was going to do, he would not have been able to answer them. He just sat in the Denali and stared at Nick's truck. Maybe someone had borrowed it? Finally, after ten minutes of quiet contemplation, Gil got up the nerve to walk up to the door. A large, burly bouncer stood at the door and asked Gil for a $5.00 cover. Gil paid the man and stepped through the door.

His senses were bombarded. Cigarette smoke burned his throat and eyes. Loud dance music throbbed and the place was wall-to-wall people. If Nick were in here, Gil would not be able to find him. He made his way to the bar and ordered a scotch. Someone rubbed his ass and he turned around to see who it was, but there were so many men that he could not tell who had touched him. The lights on the dance floor were bright and it was so crowded that Gil wondered how anyone actually danced. He sipped his scotch and using a grid technique, started searching for Nick. He scanned the bar area first and then the tables surrounding the dance floor. No sign of Nick. He began searching the dance floor, sweeping his eyes from left to right.

There he was. Gil's mouth went dry. Nick was wearing tight jeans and a dark green t-shirt. Gil noticed that Nick was dancing very loosely. He was not very steady on his feet, so Gil assumed, rightly so, that Nick was very drunk. Gil continued to watch, trying to figure out which of the men surrounding Nick was actually dancing with him.

The man immediately behind Nick suddenly grabbed Nick's belt and began grinding into Nick's ass. Gil felt his pulse increase as the anger shot through him. A young blond man in leather pants and a silk shirt moved up to within inches of Nick's face. He spoke to Nick and Nick grinned. Then Gil felt his temper erupt when the blond reached down and grabbed Nick's crotch. Nick let his head fall backward and he pushed his crotch forward and the man behind him reached up and squeezed Nick's nipples. Gil did not hesitate; he strode out onto the dance floor and pulled the blond away from Nick. He shoved him aside and roughly removed the other man's hands from Nick's chest. Nick's eyes widened as he recognized his boss. Gil grabbed Nick by the arm and before the other two men could react, bodily dragged him off the dance floor.

In his drunken state, it took Nick a few seconds to dig in his heels. They had made it to the edge of the seating area and had drawn a few stares.

"Wha, what the fuck?" Nick slurred and tried to yank his arm away. Gil held on fast.

"Just shut-up and come with me." Gil ground out through clinched teeth.

"I'm not ready to leave yet." Nick said, looking longingly at the dance floor.

"I really don't care. You're drunk and I'm taking you home." Gil once again started dragging Nick towards the door.

A bouncer came up to Gil and Nick, "Is there a problem, Gentlemen?" He asked politely, but his crossed arms told Gil that he would get physical if he needed too.

"I'm sorry about the disturbance, but it seems my young friend has had way too much to drink and I'm going to take him home." Gil said respectfully.

The bouncer grinned and said, "Sure, man. Go ahead."

Gil and Nick made it out the door and into the parking lot before Nick stopped again.

"Take your hands off me." Nick said, using his weight to pull his arm away.

"Nick, I'm going to take you home."

"Li...like hell, I'm not on duty, that means that you're not my supe...supervisor for another 24 hours. You can't control me." Nick's voice rose. "I can take care of myself. I know you don't believe that. You think I'm in..in.. incapable...." Nick paused, searching for the right words.

"I've never thought you were incapable, Nick." Gil said in a soft voice. He needed to calm Nick down. The bouncer at the front door looked very interested in their conversation and the last thing he needed was for him to call the cops. This had the potential of turning into an embarrassing situation. Gil had to get Nick out of here and sobered up.

"Nick, please. Let's go get some coffee and talk about today." Gil's voice was calming and Nick responded in kind.

"Coffee? Okay." Even in his inebriated state, his need to be with Gil was outweighing his anger with the man.

Gil just nodded and walked towards his SUV. Nick stopped at his truck and dug in his pocket for his keys.

"Whoa, Nicky. You aren't driving." Gil clasped his hand and pulled him in the direction of the Denali.

"Can't leave my truck." Nick said, tugging his arm half-heartedly. His hand in Gil's felt good.

"We'll come get it later, after you sober up a little."

Gil opened the passenger side door and helped Nick into the seat. He reached across and put on Nick's seatbelt. He shut the door and walked around the front of the vehicle and opened his door.

"You okay?" Gil asked as he got in and shut the door.

"Yeah." Nick leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes.

Gil started the engine and pulled out into the heavy traffic. He debated briefly the thought of going to a diner, but nixed that idea. He decided to take Nick to his townhouse. It was private and he could sober the young man up some.

The two men rode in silence until they were within a block of Gil's house. Suddenly, Nick reached for the electric window's button.

"Sick. Pull over." Nick's face was pale.

"Hang on." Gil said as he swerved over to the curb. The truck had not even come to a complete stop, and Nick's door was open and he leaned out and vomited onto someone's lawn. Gil reached over and rubbed his back gently. After a few moments, Nick had emptied his stomach contents and was dry heaving.

Gil reached in the back seat and grabbed the package of baby wipes he kept to clean his hands after crime scenes. He pulled a few of the cool clothes out and leaned over and gently pulled Nick back into a seated position and wiped his face.

"Better?" Gil asked sympathetically.

Nick just kept his eyes closed and nodded.

"We're almost there, just hang on, Nicky." Gil put the car in drive and drove the last block to his home.

"Sit tight, and I'll come around." Gil said as he turned off the truck and got out. He walked around and opened Nick's door. Nick was still very pale. Gil empathized with him. Getting sick after getting really drunk was not a fun experience. Gil helped Nick out of the truck.

Once they were inside, Gil steered Nick over to the couch. "I'm going to get you some water while the coffee brews, okay?"

Nick just nodded. His head rested on the back of the couch and his eyes were closed again.

Gil went into his kitchen and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. He filled it with ice and water from the tap and took it to Nick. He sat down next to the man and whispered, "Nick, sit up and drink some of this." He held the glass and put his arm around Nick to help him drink.

Nick took a few sips and groaned. He pushed the glass away. Gil sat it on the coffee table. He stood up and looked down at Nick. Making a decision, he reached down and removed Nick's shoes and pushed Nick down into a reclining position on the couch.

His hand stroked Nick's face and then left him to go back to the kitchen. He started a pot of coffee and while it was brewing he picked up the phone and dialed Catherine.

"Catherine, I'm not coming in tonight. You're in charge."

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Catherine's voice held concern. Gil was not one to take time off, especially without notice.

"No, I'm okay. I just had something come up that I have to take care of. I'll see you tomorrow night. I'll have my cell, if you need me."

"Okay. I've got to say that I'm very curious though." Catherine said.

"Bye, Catherine." Gil hung up before she could ask more questions.

He went back into the living room and Nick was snoring softly. Gil smiled and went upstairs to grab a pillow and blanket. After tucking Nick in, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat in the chair facing Nick and watched him sleep.

He must have dozed off himself, because a sound startled him awake. Nick was sitting up, holding his head in his hands. He must have realized that Gil was awake because he raised his head. The two men locked eyes for a second. One belligerent and one calm.

"Nick." Gil said cautiously, one eyebrow slightly raised.

"I want to know why you followed me tonight. Why you embarrassed me." Nick said coolly.

"I did not follow you. I passed by and saw your truck. I wondered why a straight man like you would be in Diamond Bills." Gil said quietly. "When I saw you dancing with those two men, I was afraid."

"Afraid?" Nick barked out with a laugh. "Afraid of what? Afraid that I was gay and it would somehow affect my job performance, or better yet, afraid that it might rub off on you. Well don't worry Grissom, I'll hand in my resignation, so you and your perfect little team won't be jeopardized."

"I will not accept your resignation, Nick. You are a part of my 'perfect' team, a big part. As for the other things, I was afraid for personal reasons, reasons I'm not comfortable discussing with you right now. As far as you being 'gay', I would not care if you were. I am far from homophobic. After knowing you for these few years, I know you are not gay, you may be bisexual and that doesn't bother me either." Gil said quietly.

After a moment's hesitation, Gil asked, "I want to know way you don't think you are part of the team."

Nick gave a bitter laugh and said sarcastically, "Don't worry about cleaning up this meat, Sara, Nick will do it. Just take Nick with you; he'll do the shit jobs. Nick will do it. Nick will do anything. Does any of that ring a bell?"

Gil rubbed his hand over his eyes. He let out a sigh and said, "I'm sorry. I'm not really good at being a supervisor. I'll do better, Nicky, I promise. I wish you would have said something earlier, I want you to be able to talk to me any time you have a problem."

Nick just looked at him, all the anger draining away. He was so tired and truth be told, still a little drunk. He was scared of what Gil really thought about seeing him at Diamond Bill's. He just had a horrible feeling in his stomach that Gil would think less of him now. He had been so mad at Gil and wishing for things that could never happen, that's way he had been careless. When he needed sex from a man on occasion, he always went out of town, not risking being seen in Vegas. He had been very careless indeed.

"Grissom?"

"Yes?"

"You aren't a bad supervisor. You're perfect, Grissom. So fucking perfect." Nick said ruefully.

"No one is perfect." Gil stated.

Nick's brown eyes met Gil's blue ones. He gave the older man a grim, little smile. "I need to go home."

Glancing at his watch, Gil said, "It's one o'clock in the morning. Why don't you just stay here? We could watch television and drink coffee."

Nick was shocked at the time. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I took the night off."

"What? You never take time off." Nick exclaimed.

"A friend needed me tonight." Gil said softly, "Or, at least, I hope he is my friend."

Nick smiled. Gil realized it was Nick first real smile of the whole evening. He loved that smile.

The two men spent the next few hours, drinking strong coffee and watching the Discovery Channel. They did not talk much, just comments here and there about whatever show they were watching.

At five o'clock, Nick and Gil both yawned at the same time and laughed at each other.

"I think I need some sleep." Gil said. "I have a guest room. You could sleep here and we could get your truck later this afternoon."

Nick hesitated. The night spent in Gil's company had been really nice. But the thought of Gil sleeping right down the hall was going to make it impossible for him to sleep.

"Sure." Nick said without looking at Gil.

Gil stood up and headed up the stairs. Nick just sat there, suddenly very uncomfortable. Gil got to the small landing and looked back. "You coming?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to get some water first. I'll be up in a minute."

"Okay. The guest room is the first door on the left. Bathroom's right across the hall." Gil continued his ascent up the stairs.

Nick sat there for a while longer, listening to the muted sounds of water running, a toilet flushing and finally, silence. He stood up and slowly walked up the stairs. Gil had left the guest room light on and Nick was both surprised and touched that Gil had left a towel, washcloth, new bar of soap, and a toothbrush on the bed. He looked around the room. It was a small room with a double bed, small dresser and one nightstand. On the dresser was a pile of paperback books. The nightstand held a small lamp and an alarm clock.

He took the toiletries and went across the hall to the bathroom. It was small, but neat and clean. He used the toilet, and washed his face and hands. After he brushed his teeth, he padded back across the hall. He turned on the bedside lamp and shut off the overhead light and closed the door. He spent a few minutes looking through the books. He found one by Tom Clancy that he had not read and tossed it on the bed.

He undressed down to his boxer-briefs and folded his clothes and laid them on the dresser. He stacked the two pillows and got into bed. He had just picked up the book when there was a light knock on his door.

"Yeah?" Nick called out.

Gil opened the door and stood at the threshold, looking very uncomfortable. He did not speak, he just stared at Nick's chest for a few seconds before looking up and meeting Nick's confused eyes.

"Griss, are you okay?" Nick sat up from his reclining position and laid the book on the nightstand. Gil was dressed in a pair of flannel sleep pants and a plain white t-shirt.

"Uhm, I just wanted to..." Gil paused, collecting his thoughts, "ask you a question."

"Shoot." Nick said looking at his boss expectantly.

"It's really none of my business." Gil said and backed out of the room. "Just forget it."

"Grissom, just ask. Okay?" Nick had a feeling this was a conversation that he really did not want to get into.

"Would you have gone home with one of those men?" Gil blurted out. His face flushed bright red and he looked down at his bare feet.

"Does it matter?" Nick said simply.

Gil looked up and Nick could not read the expression on his face. "But I thought...I mean, it looked like...Jesus." Gil's eyes swept the room, looking everywhere but at Nick.

"I haven't been with very many men. I'm careful and very selective." Nick said bluntly.

"Oh."

It was Nick who made the first move. Took the chance. He tossed the sheets aside and stood up. Gil shifted his feet and his eyes swept over Nick, from his bare feet, up his muscular legs, the dark, cotton briefs...his eyes riveted there for an instant too long and Nick knew.

Nick closed the gap with a few long strides. He was mere inches from Gil and Gil's expressive eyes locked with his. Gil's mouth parted and that was all the encouragement that Nick needed. His hand went behind Gil's neck to pull him forward and it felt like the world exploded. Nick heard a groan, but did not know if it was him or Gil. He felt Gil tense briefly and then relax and lean into the kiss.

Gil's mouth tasted of mint toothpaste and Nick's tongue swept over his bottom lip and teased Gil's mouth open. Tongues collided and the kiss went from tentative and unsure to hard and passionate with the force of a locomotive.

Gil felt Nick's hands on his back, rubbing down his spine. His own hands were braced on Nick's hips. As the kiss deepened, both men's hands roamed. Gil broke the kiss and stepped back, breathing hard. He looked at Nick and saw the desire in those dark eyes. He licked his bruised lips.

"Nicky. God, Nicky." He noticed Nick was trembling and looking very unsure of himself.

"I'm sorry, Grissom." Nick's stomach was doing somersaults and he thought he was going to be sick. What had he done?

"No. No." Gil shook his head. "Please don't be sorry. I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss you."

"What? You have?" Nick said, not believing what was happening.

Gil moved past Nick to sit down on the edge of the bed. He clasped his hands between his knees and looked up at Nick as he spoke.

"Remember when I said that I was afraid when I saw you dancing with those two men?"

"Yeah."

"I wasn't so much afraid, as jealous." Gil confessed.

"Jealous?" Nick said, "but you never...I mean you're straight. Totally straight."

Gil smiled ruefully. "Not totally. A few times in college. Not since then."

Nick sat down next to Gil, his thigh resting lightly against Gil's. Gil felt the sudden heat.

"So, where do we go from here?" Nick asked quietly.

"I honestly don't know. My head tells me that this should not go any further. I am your supervisor. It could destroy our careers. But my body is telling me that sex with you would be the best thing that happened to me."

"What about your heart?" Nick whispered.

"My heart is telling me that it wouldn't be just sex." Gil voice was so low that Nick didn't know if he had heard correctly.

"Gil?"

Gil turned and looked at Nick.

"I want you. Tonight and for ever how long it lasts." Nick's hand came up and gently pushed Gil back onto the bed. He leaned over and looked into Gil's eyes. Using one arm to brace himself up, he used his other to caress Gil's neck and face.

Gil smiled up at Nick and his hand reached up to caress Nick's cheek. He felt the roughness and said, "Perhaps you can shave before we, you know."

Nick flopped down next to Gil and laughed. Gil grinned. Gil stood and reached for Nick's hand.

"Come on, let's take a shower."

"Are we going to play barber shop?" Nick asked still laughing.

Gil rolled his eyes and strolled from the room. Nick bounded after him and caught up with him before Gil had reached his bathroom. Nick looked around Gil's bedroom. The bed had a huge four-poster with wrought iron head and footboards and was unmade. All the furniture was dark wood and looked very masculine.

"Nice." Nick's imagination went wild as thoughts of Gil handcuffed to that headboard ran through his mind.

Gil had continued on into the bathroom and turned on the water. Nick followed and took in the garden tub, big enough for two and the separate shower that was fitted with one of the showerheads that rained down.

Both men suddenly felt shy as they faced off, neither wanting to be the first to undress in front of the other. The steam was beginning to fog up the mirror. Nick finally hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off. He heard Gil's breath catch and smiled as he straightened up.

Nick felt his cock harden as Gil openly stared at him. He decided to play with fire and slowly reached down to cup his balls. He squeezed them a little and heard Gil moan. His hand came up and wrapped around his hard shaft and moved up to the head and back down, causing pre-cum to glisten around the tip. Without a word, he quickly moved past Gil and got into the shower.

Gil stood there, not daring to breath. Nick's body was so incredible. Gil's body wasn't bad, but still, he was over 50. Nick had washboard abs, Gil could not compare.

Nick's voice came out from behind the steamed glass shower door, "Are you going to join me?"

"Coming." Gil said and slowly removed his shirt and pants. He opened the glass door and stepped in. He closed his eyes so he would not see Nick's reaction to his body. What if he was disappointed, Gil would be able to see it in his eyes. He just could not risk it, so he kept his eyes closed.

He felt Nick's hands stroking his chest and when Nick pinched his nipple hard, his eyes flew open.

"Owww." Gil exclaimed, giving Nick a dirty look.

"Why were your eyes closed?" Nick said, not bothering to apologize.

Gil was stubbornly mute.

"Well?" Nick asked again.

Nick was hogging the water and Gil shivered.

"Can I have some of the hot water?" Gil asked.

"Not until you tell me what was going through your mind when you got in the shower." Nick crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Nick, I'm 54 years old and...."

Nick cut him off abruptly. "Stop right there. You were comparing our bodies, weren't you?"

"Well, let's be realistic..." Gil said and was once again interrupted, but this time it was with Nick's mouth hard on his. Nick pushed him up against the hard, cold tiles and thrust his hips forward. Gil's cock responded by hardening and straining against Nick's. Nick's mouth moved over Gil's cheek and around to his ear and he whispered huskily, "Don't ever compare us, I'm me and you are you. I think you are incredibly hot and I've wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you."

Gil groaned and moved his hands over Nick's lean hips and curled around to grab the cheeks of his ass. Nick broke away first and said huskily, "We going to run out of hot water." He reached over and grabbed the bar soap, he moved it slowly over the front of Gil's body, gently washing the older man's chest and arms. When he moved lower, Gil thought he was going to come right then and there.

"Nicky, you've got to stop. I can't take much more of this."

Nick just grinned at him and continued moving lower. Gil felt the slippery soap on his balls and upper thighs. His knees felt so weak and he leaned back up against the tiles again so he would not embarrass himself by falling. Nick sank to his knees and finished washing Gil's legs.

"Turn around."

Gil turned around and rest his forehead on the cool tiles, his hands loose at his sides. He felt the younger man's hands moving up the backs of his thighs and bit his lip to keep from moaning as Nick's hands started rubbing the soap over his ass. He gasped as Nick's fingers dipped into the cleft and rubbed gently against his puckered entrance. His breathing came in short pants as Nick continued his explorations. Just when he thought he would scream, Nick stood and started washing his back. Nick leaned into Gil and Gil felt Nick's hard cock between the cheeks of his ass. Nick whispered seductively in Gil's ear, "How bad do you want me?"

"Really, really bad, Nicky." Gil turned to face Nick. Nick backed up a step so Gil could rinse the soap off and then Nick began washing himself slowly.

Gil reached forward and took the bar of soap from Nick. He rubbed it with his hands until they were full of lather and wrapped his fingers around Nick's cock and began to move then up and down in steady, even strokes. Nick's pupils dilated and his head rolled back. Gil's tempo increased and Nick's hips began thrusting in time with Gil's strokes.

"Gil, stop, I'm going to come. Oh, God." Nick began to whimper and he grabbed onto Gil's shoulders as he pumped semen into Gil's hand.

Gil wrapped his arms around the other man and held him while the water washed over both of them. They stayed like that until Nick's breathing became normal again and the water began to cool. Gil reached over and shut off the tap. He opened the door and stepped out into the steamy bathroom. He grabbed two towels off the shelf and handed one to Nick.

Gil finished drying himself and opened a drawer and got out a disposable razor and some shaving cream. He folded his towel and placed it on the counter.

"Come on, Nick, sit up here and we'll play barbershop" Gil said with a wicked grin.

Nick laughed and did was he was told. He noticed that Gil's erection had subsided somewhat and he figured he would have to change that. He sat on the towel with his legs slightly parted. Gil stood between his thighs and squirted the shaving cream into his hand. He lathered Nick's face and slowly, carefully started shaving. He was done with one check and had moved on to the chin, when he felt one of Nick's hands on his balls.

"Nick, I don't want to cut you." Gil said.

"I trust you." Nick said with a wicked grin. His hand continued to fondle Gil's balls and it took every ounce of concentration the Gil had to finish shaving Nick.

When he was finally finished, he took a washcloth off the shelf and wet it under the tap. He patted the rest of the shaving cream off of Nick's face and backed up to toss the cloth on the edge of the tub. Nick hopped down from the counter and put his arms around Gil. He ardently began kissing Gil's neck.

"Let's go to bed." He said and playfully popped Gil on his ass. Before Gil could retaliate, Nick turned and hurried out of the bathroom. Gil followed and his breath caught as he looked down to see a very naked and very hard Nick Stokes lying across his bed. How many times had he fantasized about this very moment?

Nick looked back at him and he held out his hand. Gil walked forward and took it, and he allowed Nick to pull him down.

"I've waited so long for this, and now I don't know what to do." Gil said quietly.

"It's okay, we have all day." Nick said as he ran his hands across Gil' s chest, he rolled one of Gil's nipples between his forefinger and thumb. Gil moaned and arched his back.

"Do you like that?" Nick whispered.

"Yes." Gil said. "Very much."

Nick's mouth latched onto the other nipple and sucked firmly. Gil's ran his hand through Nick's hair.

"That feels so good, Nicky."

Nick kisses and nibbles moved down Gil's chest, onto his stomach. Gil felt shivers up and down his spine. He gently pushed Nick's head down further and said, "Please."

Nick took Gil's cock in his mouth and slowly swirled his tongue around the head. He tasted the saltiness of Gil's pre-cum. His hands came up to wrap around the shaft and hold the base of it while he sucked. Gil watched as his cock disappeared into Nick's mouth and the fantasies he had in the past paled when faced with the reality. Gil's hips moved slowly, in time with Nick's ministrations.

Nick's fingers moved to the sensitive area under his balls and took his mouth away from Gil's cock. Gil moaned in frustration and Nick laughed softly.

"I want you to come with my cock inside you." Nick said softly.

"Now." Gil said impatiently.

Nick grinned and bit Gil's upper thigh. He looked up at Gil and said, "Later."

Gil groaned and reached over to the nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms and a plastic bottle of lubricant. He tossed both down to where Nick lay with his head on Gil's thigh.

"Now."

Nick laughed and grabbed the lubricant. "Hummm, it's the kind that gets warm."

He pretended to be reading the back of the bottle when Gil snatched it out of his hand said gruffly, "Nick, I never figured you for a cockteaser."

"Cockteaser. Damn, Gil, that hurts." Nick said as he got to his knees and moved between Gil's thighs, pushing them apart with his knees. He picked up the box of condoms and pulled one out. He expertly opened the foil packet and rolled it onto his hard cock. He held out his hand for the lubricant and Gil placed it in his hand.

Nick unsnapped the cap and poured some of the gel into this hand. He reached down and rubbed his finger across Gil's tight opening. Gil parted his thighs as far as he could and raised up his knees. Gil pushed, forcing Nick's finger inside. Gil gasped and Nick groaned as he watched his finger disappear into Gil.

"Yes, oh yes." Gil panted as he pumped his hips. He felt another finger inside of him and he tensed as the muscle stretched.

"Are you ready, Gil?" Nick asked heatedly.

"Yes, now. Please, Nick." Gil grabbed his knees with both hands and pulled back, giving Nick easy entry.

Nick pulled his fingers out and poured more lubricant into his hand. He pumped his hand up and down his cock to get it wet and then leaned over and pushed the head of his cock against Gil's opening.

Nick had planned to be gentle and take things slowly, but Gil's next words made him so hot.

"Nick, fuck me. Now, Nicky. Fuck me. God, I want to feel your cock inside me. Fucking me, stretching me." Gil panted.

Nick thrust forward and he watched his cock disappear into Gil's body.

"So tight. So fucking tight." Nick gasped as he began to move. His strokes were short and quick at first and then he slowed and pulled almost all of the way out. He held it for a moment while he watched Gil's face.

Gil mouthed the words, "Make me come." And Nick thrust in deep again. He began to pound into Gil. He would not last long.

"Touch yourself. Let me watch you."

Gil grasped his cock and began pumping it faster and faster. His breathing was harsh and his eyes locked with Nick's as he screamed out and his semen spilled out onto his stomach and chest.

Nick felt Gil's muscles tighten and clinch his cock. His back arched and with one final thrust, he filled Gil with his cum. Gil looked at his handsome lover and smiled. Nick smiled back shyly and pulled out. He quickly removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan by the bed. He lay down next to Gil and placed his sweaty forehead on Gil's shoulder.

Neither man spoke and slowly their breathing returned to normal. Gil thought that Nick had fallen asleep but with his eyes still closed he said, "better than my fantasies."

Gil kissed the top of his head and just said, "yeah."

THE END