Title: Perspire
By: sirjimmy24
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Kink: Sweat
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, and am in no way making any money off this writing.
Author's Notes: Looks like the heatwave in Maryland has finally eased up. Figured I should give it a send off with a little fic.

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Your shirt is soaked through with sweat.

Dry heat my ass!

It had been a very hot and uncomfortable Vegas night, even for Vegas, and was shaping up to be an equally hot and uncomfortable day. You spent most of it crawling around an alley with Catherine looking for the gun you just knew the suspect threw there as he tried to flee...

You didn't even bother to shower at the lab, figuring you'd just start sweating again on the way home and might as well wait.

You pull up to your home and silently curse the sun and its punishing rays as you futiley wipe the sweat from your brow. Drops of sweat are running down your face in small rivers, and you'd bet Warrick your next paycheck that you are friggin RIPE; but the house is promising cool, air conditioned relief.

Gil greets you with a kiss and a "Hi, Nicky" as you step inside and you smile.

You apologize for stinking up the room and promise to jump in the shower.

He sniffs you. Kisses you again, and you recognize that look in his eyes.

He's suddenly aroused, his eyes are a deep stormy blue and his cheeks are flushed. 

He licks some sweat off your neck and moans softly.

You're surprised. He's getting off on how your sweat tastes, how you smell.

And you're still in the doorway.

You flash a crooked grin at him and let him remove your shirt.

His hands are moving across your torso, down your back coming to rest on your soon to be naked ass.

He starts sucking at your ear, sending heat to your crotch, and then your breath hitches as his tongue travels down your chest, over your stomach, before coming to rest at your navel.

You hear him groaning, telling you how good you taste, how much he wants you and you love it.

Your pants are off, cool air quickly  replaced by his hot breath.  He spots a drop off sweat running down your leg. He slurps it up, licking all the way up and then over to your cock.

You're panting and shivering as he mouths your balls, and bathes your dick with his tongue. His wicked mouth sending sparks of pleasure up your spine and when he inhales sharply, his face between your legs you know he's not just smelling your sweat. He's smelling you, taking in your whole scent. Who you really are.

He's rimming you now, plundering your ass and driving you mad.

He moves back to your cock,  taking you in his mouth down to hilt.

You come with a shout and he swallows you down, drinking long and deep and it's all you can do to stay standing.

"Christ Gil....Jesus!"

And then you realize you didn't even shut the front door....

 The End

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