Title: Pianissimo
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2380
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: The title has v.little to do with the fic but it’s such a lovely word that rolls off the tongue!

Catherine was complaining about Lindsay’s piano lessons.

“I must have paid out thousands of bucks because she demanded lessons and now eight, ten years later, she’s bored and it’s a waste of time.  Not that she ever practised; I should have realised.”  Catherine sighed.

“Yeah...it was the time needed for practising that got to me...”

“...you play piano?”  Gil interrupted Nick and clearly astounded.

“Yeah.  Well, no, obviously not now, but I had lessons for years but then I had too much to do and I had to drop something, so the piano lessons bit the dust.”

“I never knew.”  Gil was still amazed.

“What?  That I’m still mysterious and amazing after all the years we’ve been together?” Nick laughed.

Gil looked over his glasses at Nick and smiled.  The look made Catherine smile too, she couldn’t help it.  “You are.”  He said the two words simply but they conveyed so much more that Nick actually felt his cheeks flush.

That was all that was said on the subject at the time but Gil wanted to know more and Nick told him he’d had lessons for years and was considered quite good...best in his family anyway, and had even won a couple of school awards.  But by the time he reached twelve he was also into science and sports and was a scout and he couldn’t do everything, so he chose science and sport and scouts. 

Gil let the matter drop, but didn’t forget, and when Nick’s birthday arrived, the day after his own, he sent Nick out and told him not to come back for two hours. 

Nick went to the gym and imagined that Gil was preparing a party for his birthday.  He was very happy about the prospect.

When Nick pulled his truck up outside their house though, there was no sign of activity.  If they were having visitors they had yet to arrive unless it was a surprise party, but then Gil had told him to get lost for two hours...so it couldn’t be a surprise.  As he put his key into the lock of their front door Nick was quite curious.

He didn’t have to wait long; he opened the door and walked through and automatically pushed it closed and then stood and stared...

It the corner of their living room was a piano.  A black lacquered baby grand piano. 

Gil was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper and glanced up over the pages.

“Have a good workout?”

“I don’t believe it.”

“That you had a good workout?”

Nick laughed.  “Man, you bought me a piano.  You bought me a piano!”

“Oh.”  Gil feigned surprise as he followed Nick’s gaze to the piano.  “Happy birthday, baby...piano boy!”  Gil smirked as he set his newspaper aside.

Nick laughed and dropped his gym kit where he stood and walked over to the piano.  It was so shiny it almost hurt his eyes and had a long bench piano stool, also black lacquered, with a black leather cushioned seat, that he knew was for playing duets with someone, usually, in his instance, a reluctant sister.

Gil joined him and looked very pleased with himself; his hands in his pockets but Nick could see the fingers of his hands fidgeting inside the pockets.  Nick turned to Gil and hugged him, and Gil’s hands found Nick’s back and held him tightly.

“It’s great.  Thank you, it’s great...and it matches the furniture, I’m impressed.”

Gil knew that was a backhanded compliment since Nick was the one with the flair for choosing furniture and colour schemes, but they had a black leather suite and the piano did match.   Although, in truth, Gil had favoured a white piano, so he was especially pleased to have got it right.

“I have the website address for you to get any music and I was going to get some but them realised I have absolutely no idea what you want to play or learn, or can play anyway.  They promise two day turnaround.  And, in with your present are some lessons, if you want them, that is.  This lady just lives two blocks over and teaches at home, and she says about twenty-five percent of her students are adults.  Coming back to it after years...I bet Lindsay will.”

“Have you thought of everything?”

“I hope so.  I don’t know.  But you see the lid...held up, well it can lie flat and I thought...that would be a good place to have a birthday fuck.”  GiI delivered the line so nonchalantly that Nick almost missed what he’d said.

“What?  You spent, God knows how much money on a grand piano, and the first thing you want to do is fuck on it?”

“Seemed like a good idea, but if you’re going to get pissy over it, there’s no need.”

Nick pulled Gil’s head to him and kissed his lips before pulling back and smiling at him. “I’m not pissy.  It just seems a bit shocking, is all.”

“Shocking?  You’ve blown me leaning up a wall at the back of a taverna, in the truck in a car lot, and God knows where else, but it’s shocking to do it in our own living room with no chance of discovery?”

“It’s my new piano...”

“...you’re territorial all of a sudden.”

“On one condition...”  Gil smirked he knew Nick wouldn’t turn down the chance, new piano or not, it was different.  “...we take all our clothes off and carefully fuck on the piano and if we, you...scratch it then I’ll be very upset and...annoyed.”  Nick stopped and grinned at Gil.

“Let me see if I’ve got this right.”  Gil asked seriously.  “I’ve got to remove every stitch of clothing before we can fuck on the piano and if I scratch it, I’m in trouble.”

“You’re a good study.  I've got to take all my clothes off, too.”

Gil sighed.  “It’ll be a chore, removing all my stuff.”  But he’d already removed his glasses and went to put them on the piano, but then stopped. “Can’t do that, might scratch it.”  The sarcasm dripped...

“There you go, you’ve caught on straightaway.” Nick was chuckling and started to take off his long sleeved tee and then his short sleeved one, then he paused.  “I’ll go get the lube...you put the lid down and...”

“...I know, don’t scratch it!”

Nick grinned over his shoulder as he made his way to the stairs.

A minute later Nick came running down the stairs to find a completely naked Gil gingerly laying the lid of the piano flat.

“Niccce ass.”  Nick let both of his hands knead the flesh of his lover’s backside.  He loved it at much as Gil loved his and they were totally different.  It might be much more substantial than his ass but it was firm and very sexy.  “I was going to bring a cover down for the piano, but then I thought that might defeat the object.”

“Yes, well.”  Gil stood with his hands on the piano’s now closed lid.  “This might not be such a good idea, after all.”

“Why?”  Nick sounded petulant.

“Because, although it’s solid wood and sturdy, our combined weight could damage it and how would you explain that on an insurance claim form?”  Gil looked at him with his head slightly down and Nick laughed.

“You’re looking at me over your glasses.”

“I’m not wearing my glasses.”

“I know.”  Nick was still laughing and put his arms around Gil’s neck and kissed him again.

Gil‘s hands rested on Nick’s hips as they kissed and then moved to the front of his jeans and started undoing his belt and then the button and zipper.  He pushed them down and caught the waistband of his underpants with his thumbs and pushed both jeans and underpants down in one go.   Nick’s erection sprang free and Gil pressed his body into Nick’s to feel the erection against his own belly.

Nick ended the kiss.  “So what?  Go to bed?”

“The couch?”

“Man, I am not getting jizz on the couch again, you know how hard it is to get the smell out of the leather.”

Gil chuckled at his domesticated partner.  “Okay, okay.  Here’s the plan.  As it’s your birthday, I’ll blow you, while you sit on the piano lid, what do you think of that?”  He looked expectant and smiled at Nick.

“Good idea.  So we christen the piano without the potential to cause damage...hey, but make sure you swallow so as not to get...”

“...jizz on the piano.  When did you start referring to ejaculate as jizz?”

“It was in that film we watched, the porn?  When we both fell asleep; I stayed awake longer than you.”

“I see.  Come on, let’s get you up, see your bare ass on the shiny wood.” 

Gil went to help Nick up but Nick was able to spring himself up to sit facing Gil.  Nick’s erection was about level with Gil’s midriff and he could just bend over quite comfortably to reach it.   Nick opened his legs for Gil to move between them and he shuddered as his balls rested on the cold surface of the piano.  He looked down at himself and grinned, and then back up at Gil.

“You’re so beautiful, Nick.  I’m so happy you’re mine.”

Nick ran his hands through Gil’s hair.  “Thank you for the piano.  It’s the best...I’ll take those lessons, so I can play for you.”

Gil looked up into Nick’s eyes and then bent forward and took Nick into his mouth, deep throating him straightaway.

“Ahhhh.  God...Gil...”  Nick’s ass jumped a little from the wood and landed down again with a plop. 

Gil pulled back and started a slow sucking and licking action, pulling back and forth with his mouth and tongue.  His tongue ran around the head, and foreskin, and slit, tasting the bitterness of the pre...  Gil pulled all the way off Nick and laughed.

“Man?  What?”

“I just tasted your Cowper’s fluid and was thinking it was pre-jizz.”

“Everyone in the world calls it pre-cum and yet you still call it Cowper’s fluid.  You are a nerd and a geek...but you’re my nerd and geek and I love you.”  He bent down to kiss Gil and smiled into his mouth.   “Now get back down there and finish the job you started.”

Gil obeyed without question mostly because he wanted Nick to take care of his erection as soon as possible since it was hanging hot and heavy and God forbid he got any jizz or pre-jizz on the piano...  He smirked around his prize and felt Nick’s hands resting gently on his head, his fingers kneading his scalp like they’d kneaded his ass minutes earlier, though maybe a little gentler.

He worked hard using all the little things he knew Nick liked and Nick’s gentle hands became more urgent as they moved up and down with Gil’s motions, and his groans became louder. Gil sensed Nick was close and thrust Nick’s erection down his throat once more.  He’d never been able to it for long without gagging but was able to hold his breath for as long as Nick spurted down his throat.

Nick’s penis became ultra sensitive very quickly, post orgasm, and the pleasure could become pain if Gil sucked and moved too much.  He pulled back to breath and swallow and licked along the shaft as it softened and by the time his mouth released the penis every drop of fluid had been cleaned off and the piano was mercifully ejaculate free.

Nick pulled Gil’s head towards him and kissed him.  “Thank you.”  He murmured.  “Let me do you.”

“I want to rub my cock on your ass.  May I?”

“Yeah.”  Nick pushed Gil away from him and jumped off the piano, kissed Gil fleetingly, once more, and turned around, legs slightly apart and his hands braced on the piano lid, noticing with annoyance, and a smile, the sweaty marks of his backside imprinted on the lid.  His piano had been christened.

He smiled and snuggled back onto Gil as he felt Gil’s cock slide between his ass cheeks.  He closed his legs a little and tightened the hold his ass cheeks and crack had on Gil’s cock.  The sweat made Gil’s thrusting easy, Gil’s fingers holding Nick’s waist tightly and his mouth was biting and licking at the back of Nick’s neck.  In response, Nick’s cock twitched and he smiled at the sensation.  He wasn’t ready to go again just yet, but he’d fuck Gil later.

Gil was moving faster and faster and the head of his cock was hitting the back of Nick’s balls.  It was a great sensation and then Gil stilled and moaned his name and his balls were red hot from the jizz hitting them.  As usual Gil had a lot to give up and before he’d finished Nick was hard again.

Their bodies were hot and wet from their sweat and Gil rested his cheek against Nick’s back.

“You okay?”

“Never better.  My knees, however, tell a different story.”

“Move back and let me turn, I’ll hold you.”

Gil did just that and almost fell into Nick’s arms, resting his head on his shoulder.  He yawned with such ferocity that he shuddered.

“Bed?”

“Shower.”

“Then bed?”

“Uh-uh.  Did we damage the piano?”

“No.  No claims need to be made.”

“You don’t know how relieved I am.”

“Me too.  Didn’t want to damage my shiny new birthday present.  Come on let’s go to bed, I’ll clean the floor when we get up.”

As Nick helped an almost boneless Gil up the stairs Gil was very thankful for their tiled floor, or Nick would already be on his hands and knees cleaning, but then he would have been displaying his magnificent ass.

---ooOoo---

Three hundred and sixty four days later Nick had seated Gil in a comfortable chair and for his birthday played him Scott Joplin’s, Maple Leaf Rag, which he’d practised at his teacher’s house and when Gil was away, until he was note perfect.  Gil wept a little; his Grandpa used to play it to him when he was a very young boy and he didn’t remember telling Nick, but Nick had known.  And it was his best birthday present...

The End