Title: Impending Nuptials
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1477
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU and fluff!
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: Typical! I was supposed to be trying to finish off at least one of my 23 WiPs, but was obviously so against that idea that I wrote a brand new little fic.
A/N 2: This fic came about as I was looking for something in Wiki and discovered that within Nevada from 1st October 2009, same sex couples and unmarried couples have most of the partnership rights as married couples; but they must register their relationship. However, marriage and/or commitment between same sex couples is still illegal within the state, but recognised if it has taken place somewhere else. I suppose it is a step forward.

Nick woke to the feel of fingernails gently scraping his skin along the back of a leg and up onto his ass. 

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead, time to get up!”

Even as Nick hovered in the twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness he could hear the love and happiness in the voice of the man lying behind him.  His morning wood...no, his evening wood, no, he guessed it was his afternoon wood twitched appreciatively.  At the feel of his fingernails and the sound of his voice.

“Can’t be...I’ve only been asleep ten minutes.”  He mumbled into his oh-so-comfortable pillow.

“A little over five hours, actually.”

“How little?”  Nick asked knowing that he would get an accurate time, because Gil was like that.  He felt Gil shift a little to look over him at the alarm clock.

“Possibly seventeen minutes if you slept immediately your head hit the pillow.”

Nick smiled to himself at Gil’s predictability.  “You sure about that?”

His sarcasm earned him a slapped ass, but the moment he’d been slapped Gil’s hand was smoothing the skin, but it had only been a gentle slap and he didn’t bother complaining but snuggled deeper into the blankets to see if he could earn himself a few extra minutes. 

But his eyes flew open as he felt Gil’s hand sneak between his legs and tickle the back of his balls.  He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he tried, very unsuccessfully, but actually not that hard, to dislodge the hand and offending fingers.  Although he’d be hard pressed to describe their action as offensive.

“Let’s get this straight, Gilberto, despite you having woken me up, unnecessarily early I might add, there is no way you’re about to get lucky...I think it’s bad luck.”

“Bad luck?  I think that refers to brides and wedding dresses, not gay men and sex.  Besides, technically speaking, we’re not marrying we’re committing and I thought you’d forgotten about it since you want to stay in bed and sleep and not get ready to leave for the airport.”

Nick suddenly rolled onto his back and grinned, dislodging Gil’s hand in the process

“We’re doing it; we’re really doing it after all these years.  Are you sure you want to?  It’s not too late if you want to back out...”

“...Jesus, Nick, how often do I have to tell you I. Want. To. Do. This.”  There was no sting In Gil’s words, he was almost laughing.  “And don’t you dare say what you always say...for the thousandth time, and I’m not exaggerating that, I am entitled to change my mind...”

“As long as you’re really sure.”  Nick was laughing too. They really had done the subject to death.

“We have four hours to get to the airport...”

“Four hours?  What are we going to do for four hours; everything is ready, we’ve only got to shower, dress and eat and then get to the airport...an hour tops!  I could have had at least another couple of hours sleep!”  Nick was indignant now.

“There’s the sex.”

“You didn’t?  You didn’t wake me up for sex did you?  Really?

Gil laughed and cuddled up to Nick.  “Yes.”  But couldn’t keep up the ruse at seeing Nick’s incredulous look.  “Of course I didn’t, what do you think I am...a sex machine?”  At Nick’s now sceptical look he laughed some more.   “No.  We’ve got to sleep tonight when we get there otherwise we might fall asleep mid-ceremony and we need to get into a normal sleep pattern for the honeymoon.”

“You’re right.”

“I know.”

Nick grinned and reached out and touched Gil’s lips with his right forefinger.

“You always are.  We’d better not fuck...sitting still on a plane for a couple of hours could be uncomfortable.”

“You see, you’re right, too.” 

“I am, aren’t I?”

Nick turned onto his side and leaned forward and kissed Gil.  Gil moved up close to Nick and both men jumped, slightly, as their cocks met.  As one, they wrapped their free arms around each other to draw them closer, never letting their lips part company.  It was a lazy wet kiss, the men long accustomed to their respective morning breath as they gently explored the other’s mouth; their tongues familiar, each ridge well known and loved.

Nick pulled away.  “Let’s do a double hander.  But we gotta be quick I’m dying for a piss...and don’t bother...I know.”  He whispered.  Gil’s eyebrows rose appreciatively at the suggestion but he smirked at Nick’s warning about his pisshard, since he was in exactly the same position.   So, with his right arm pinned beneath him, he had to relinquish his hold around Nick’s waist but slipped his hand between them and grasped both cocks together, but he pulled his hand back almost immediately and presented his palm to Nick.

“Here, lick it.”  Nick slathered as much saliva as he could muster onto Gil’s palm and then held his own palm up to Gil.

It was a tight fit, both hands around their cocks, Nick taking the base and Gil the top position.  They pressed the soft skin of their hard cocks together and started to move their hands up and down as one action.  Gil chuckled again.

“What?”

“Moving our hands together at this moment, knowing that in a minute or two it’ll be each man for themselves.”

“Man do you over think everything?”

“Possibly; shhh, concentrate.”

Nick locked lips with Gil again, a little more aggressively this time, sucking Gil’s tongue into his own mouth and scraping it with his teeth.  Gil moaned into the assault.  And his prediction almost immediately came true, he started pumping and twisting faster than Nick, even with his left hand, and the rhythm was lost, but Nick rescued the situation by placing his hand on top of Gil’s and moving with it...

Nick pushed Gil’s tongue back into his own mouth and followed it with his own, licking at Gil’s slightly uneven teeth...always a strange sensation for Nick who’d always had a mouth full of straight, even teeth.  They were both hindered by their side by side position which meant one of their arms was trapped underneath them and it briefly crossed Nick’s mind to roll on top of Gil, but as he felt the familiar heat building up in his balls as they tightened against him...he forgot about the idea, not wanting to disturb the moment.

Both men were sweating now and the musky smell of their bodies filled Nick’s nostrils as the taste of Gil filled his mouth.  His breath became ragged and Gil pulled away from their kiss to gasp in some much needed air.

The friction from their hands made it feel to Nick as if his cock was on fire and he was close to the end and knew that Gil was too.  He pressed his forehead to Gil’s and muttered to him.

“Soon babe, soon...”  He could feel Gil’s body muscles clenching against him and their hands, as one, speeded up creating that extra push needed to make them come.

Nick was first as his balls and ass tensed and hot sparks flew up his spine as the heat became almost, but not quite, unbearable, and the fluid was hitting his own and Gil’s belly and felt as if it would leave burn marks, no sooner had it started to cool against his skin when Gil grunted and lost any semblance of rhythm and then suddenly stilled as he released copious amounts of semen over Nick and himself.

Their breathing was too ragged for them to speak and Gil released his hand and lay it over Nick’s hip.  For a few minutes they lay still and then Nick became aware that Gil was shaking, just a little.

“What now?”  Nick knew he was chuckling.

“This time tomorrow we’ll be Dr and Mr Grissom!”

“Yeah like that’s going to happen...Mr and Dr Stokes more likely!”

They were quiet again for a few moments and then Gil ran his hand up Nick to his face and stroked his cheek.  “You know, if you want me to, I will.”

“Me too.  But I’m okay staying as we are...we’re not going to change are we?”

“I wouldn’t have thought so, you nag me enough already.”

“Only ‘cause you need it.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Love you.”

“I know, I love you, too.  But Nicky...I gotta go before I wet the bed...”

“...I’ll be there before you!”  And even as he said it Nick had leapt from the bed and was across the room as Gil laughed out loud.

“You did it again?”  Nick stopped, turned and stared at Gil as he rubbed at the mess on his belly.

“Only way to get you out of bed...introduce a little competition...although...”  Gil really did need to take a piss, especially as he now heard Nick urinating and sighing, very satisfactorily.

The End