Title: Pouting
Author: Carina Scott
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Genre: Slash
Rating: FRAO
Pairings: Warrick/Gil
Summary: Warrick pouts. Gil plots. Everyone wins.
Disclaimer: I don't own, please don't sue.

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Warrick was pouting. He knew it and he hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He'd already tried.

Gil had been sitting in the living room, for the last two hours, engrossed in one of his entomology texts and try as he might, Warrick couldn't pull him away from it.

He'd made noise as he'd washed the dinner dishes; been as obnoxious as possible when vacuuming the rather clean living room floor. Hell he'd even talked on the phone with Nick for half an hour, being unnecessarily loud, and still nothing had broken Gil's concentration.

So yes, Warrick was pouting.

And he was horny.

Groaning in frustration, Warrick decided he'd had enough. If his lover wasn't interested in trying to spend a little quality time with him, on their rare day off together, Warrick refused to beg.

Stalking into the bedroom, mumbling about inconsiderate lovers, Warrick missed the smirk that Gil threw his way.

Gil hadn't been ignoring Warrick without a reason. No, he had a damn good reason for ignoring his sulking lover.

The reason was simple. When Warrick pouted he was so damn sexy. However, whenever Warrick realized he was pouting he got pissed. And more often than not, when Warrick was pissed, he got extremely horny.

So it was a win-win situation for Gil all the way round.

Closing the book he'd been pretending to read for the last few hours, Gil stood and followed his lover into the room.

Pausing in the doorway, Gil looked around for his wayward lover. Hearing the water coming from the master bathroom, Gil smiled.

Warrick was taking a shower, giving Gil just enough time to put his plan into motion.

Looking in the closet, Gil found the new box of slow burning sandalwood scented votive candles he'd purchased last month.

Lighting them, he quickly disrobed before pulling on a light pair of white linen pants that Warrick had bought him during their vacation to Jamaica last summer. Disappearing into the kitchen, Gil returned to their bedroom with two glasses of aged brandy, sitting both glasses on the table next to Warrick's favorite armchair.

Settling back into said armchair, Gil waited for his lover to finish his shower.

Ten minutes later, Warrick emerged from the bathroom, going completely still as he looked around the room.

Eyes settling on Gil, Warrick arched an eyebrow. "What's all this?"

Standing slowly, Gil grabbed both glasses of brandy, and crossed the room to Warrick, handing over one glass. Taking Warrick's empty hand in his, Gil led him over to their bed.

"This, my love, is my night to treat you. We've been working so hard the last few months, and our off days have been few and far between. Not to mention that we've rarely had anytime off together, at least not without one of us being on call. So, in light of that, I thought I'd use the first of our two nights off to show you just how much I love you. I hope you don't mind."

Placing their empty glasses on the nightstand, Gil leaned in to kiss Warrick, exploring his lover's mouth, savoring the rich full bodied flavor of the brandy, which paled in comparison to the pure taste of Warrick.

Carding his fingers through the salt and pepper curls, Warrick nibbled at Gil's throat. "So, what was with the whole `Warrick is invisible' act you've been pulling this afternoon?"

Chuckling slightly, realizing he'd have to give his lover an explanation, Gil leaned in and kissed Warrick once more, before taking a seat next to him on the bed. "Well, the first thing I loved about you, besides your sense of humor and the fact that you accepted me for who I am, is your pout." Looking at the incredulous look on his lover's face, Gil smiled. "Yes, Warrick, you do pout. Not often, but it does happen. And when it does, my heart melts. And my dick gets hard."

"Gil!"

Blushing slightly, Gil looked at Warrick. "I'm just being honest, however crude it may be. When you pout, I get horny. And you only pout when you don't get your way. So, when you were going all out today, trying to get my attention, I did my best to ignore you, knowing the end result would be your delicious pouting lips. You're not mad are you?"

"Yes, I'm mad! I'm horny as hell, and have been all day, and I've done everything possible to let you know, short of spelling it out. Now I find out you knew all along, and were just stringing me along for your own needs." Running a hand over his face, Warrick looked at Gil with a slight smirk on his face. "All I know is that you had better have a great plan to make this up to me."

"I do. Now strip."

Warrick jumped to comply. "Oooh, I love it when you get bossy!"

Rolling his eyes, Gil walked over to the dresser, searching for the patchouli oil he kept hidden there. Finding it, he quickly disrobed, and turned back towards the bed.

Gil bit his lip at the sight before him.

Warrick was splayed over the bed, mocha skin in stark contrast to the navy blue depths of the sheets.

Walking over to the bed, Gil climbed on, straddling Warrick's hips. Leaning in, he captured his lover's lips in a passionate kiss.

Warrick moaned, carding his fingers through Gil's hair as he pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.

Pulling back, Gil ran his hands over the expanse of muscle before him. "I love you, Warrick. You know that, right?"

"Yes, Gil, I know. And I love you too." Warrick ran his hands up Gil's thighs until he was cupping the ass he loved so much. "Now, if I recall correctly, weren't you planning on showing me just how much you love me?"

"What? My word isn't enough?" Gil asked, tweaking a nipple, smirking when Warrick moaned and arched into his touch.

"Oh, you're word is plenty. I just figured a demonstration wouldn't hurt." Warrick shifted, allowing his growing erection to bump against Gil's clothed ass, smiling upon seeing the full body shiver his action caused.

"Well, you know how much I love to teach. And I'm especially fond of hands-on demonstrations." Removing Warrick's hands from his ass, Gil laced their fingers together, before placing them above Warrick's head. "Now, lay back and get ready for the lesson of a lifetime."

Warrick watched as Gil climbed off the bed and walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room. When Gil returned, Warrick smiled as he saw the silk ties that Gil had in his hand.

Smirking, Gil climbed back on the bed and began to bind his lover's wrists and ankles. Stepping off the bed, Gil surveyed his work, satisfied with what he saw.

Under the watchful gaze, Gil slowly slipped out of his pants, watching Warrick's full lips part in a gasp as he caught sight of the emerald colored cock-ring that Gil wore.

"When I saw it, I thought of you."

"And when exactly did you see this?" Warrick asked, wondering where Gil had been to see something like this, and why the hell he hadn't been there with him.

Chuckling, Gil crawled back onto the bed, straddling Warrick's hips once again, settling his ass on Warrick's lap. "I had a crime scene at an adult toy store two weeks ago; it was a simple B&E. I spotted this little gem as I was collecting evidence, and decided I'd check to see if I could find one online. As you can see, I was successful. Why? Are you jealous?"

"Just don't like thinking about my man being in a sex shop without me around, that's all."

Gil rolled his hips, causing his ass to rub sensuously over Warrick's groin, eliciting a moan from his lover. "Oh, but you know you can trust me Ricky. I only have eyes for you."

Moaning as Gil repeated the move, Warrick looked at his lover, "I trust you. It's everyone else I don't trust. People look at you like fresh meat all the time, and you never notice. I can only imagine the looks you'd get if you were alone in a sex toy shop."

"I don't notice, because they aren't you," Gil replied, leaning down to kiss Warrick, thrusting his tongue into his lover's mouth, controlling the kiss.

Reaching for the oil, Gil sat back, pouring some in his hand. Rubbing his hands together to warm it, he then placed them on Warrick's chest, rubbing the oil in.

Warrick moaned as Gil brushed over his nipples repeatedly, dick throbbing pleasantly as Gil continued to massage the oil into his chest. "You're going to ruin the sheets," Warrick observed distractedly.

Leaning in once more, Gil whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" before capturing Warrick's left nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting at it as his other hand played with the right.

Giving up completely on thinking, Warrick arched up into Gil's mouth, whimpering at the pleasure that ripped through him.

Gil leaned up until he was on his knees, kissing Warrick once more before moving back until he was sitting on the lower part of Warrick's legs.

Trailing a hand over his lover's abdomen, Gil watched as Warrick's cock twitched in anticipation. "Eager one, aren't we?" Gil moved his oil slicked hand lower, grazing his lover's growing erection, to caress his thighs.

Bending down, Gil nuzzled at Warrick's balls, breathing in the musky masculine scent. Hearing his lover whimper brokenly, Gil decided to have mercy, sucking Warrick's cock into his mouth.

He sucked on his lover's cock for several minutes, allowing the thick shaft to fill his mouth, licking from root to tip. He sucked at the head, savoring the precum that steadily leaked, cupping the heavy balls in his hand.

Then he stopped.

Warrick's eyes came open at that, wondering what the hell was going on. "Gil, please....so close."

Leaning up to kiss him again, Gil smiled wickedly, sharing Warrick's taste with him. "I know babe, but you can't let go just yet. I want to be right there with you."

Reaching into the nightstand, Gil grabbed something and held it up for Warrick to see. An ice blue cock ring. "I got something for you as well."

Securing it, Gil stroked his lover's cock a few times, watching Rick writhe in pleasure, begging him for more.

Reaching for the oil once more, Gil poured a generous amount on his hand, coating his fingers well. "Ricky, look at me."

When Warrick did, Gil kneeled up and began to prepare himself, knowing just how hot it made Warrick to watch him do this. He wasn't fast about it, drawing it out for Warrick's pleasure, as well as his own.

Once satisfied that he was stretched enough, Gil moved until he was over Warrick's cock. Guiding the thick shaft to his entrance, Gil sank down slowly, moaning as he was filled, only stopping when he was fully seated in Warrick's lap.

Closing his eyes, Gil savored the feeling of the cock deep within him, as he allowed his body to adjust. Opening them back up, Gil looked down to find Warrick looking back up at him. Smiling, Gil leaned down and kissed Warrick, rocking back gently on the cock inside him.

They set a slow rhythm, the urgency from before falling to the wayside as they strove to reconnect after all the months of quickies and blowjobs. Gil wanted to take his time to drive Warrick crazy, and if the looks and moans were anything to go by, Warrick was okay with that.

Twisting at Warrick's nipples, Gil continued to ride him, enjoying the way Warrick thrust up to meet him. Gil stroked his own cock in time to each downward thrust, enjoying the feel of the hard cock filling him. He felt Warrick's replacing his hand on his cock, and as his lover continued to stroke him, Gil threw his head back to enjoy the dual sensations. He barely registered the cock ring being removed before he was coming hard enough to blur his vision. Panting harshly, he leaned down and shared a heated kiss with Warrick, feeling bursts of pleasure as Warrick continued to thrust up into him.

Sitting up, Gil smirked down at Warrick as the hard shaft slipped from his ass. "Don't worry, I've got you covered."

Reaching up, Gil untied his lover and moved to lie down beside him. "Come on Warrick, show me what you got."

Smirking at the challenge, Warrick quickly removed the cock ring and moved into position between Gil's legs. "You asked for it," he said before thrusting into Gil and pounding relentlessly.

Gil moaned repeatedly as his prostate was pounded, wrapping his legs around Warrick's waist and running his hands over Warrick's back. "Oh...shit....don't stop! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Warrick rutted into Gil, grunting with the effort as he got closer to his climax. With a scream of Gil's name, he shot his seed into the hot channel, collapsing on top of Gil as he rode out his orgasm.

Gil moaned happily, feeling thoroughly used and spent, relishing the heavy weight of Warrick on top of him. Kissing the side of Warrick's face, Gil rubbed his hand up and down his lover's back, waiting for Warrick to regain his composure.

Lifting up several moments later, Warrick looked down at his lover, smiling at the contented look on his face. "That was amazing, Gil. I think you broke me."

Clenching his ass around the sensitive cock still inside him, Gil leaned up to kiss Warrick before relaxing back against the sheets. "I certainly hope not." Glancing over at the clock on the night stand, "We still have about 38 hours left before we have to be back at work. I plan to spend as much of that time as possible right here in this bed with you."

Licking a path up Gil's neck, Warrick purred, "Come on babe, you're more adventurous than that. There's always the shower, or the couch, or the backyard, or the kitchen table, or the-"

Gil pulled Warrick into a deep kiss, "Mmm, those all sound good. Are you ready for round 2?"

Rotating his hips, Warrick smiled at Gil's gasp, "I'm getting there...."

END