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Title:Rain
By: Beverly
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Established relationship, Holiday, Romance
Summary: What do you do when your holiday is rainy?

Rain.

Wet, cold, longlasting, nerve-wracking rain.

Was there anything worse than rain during a holiday? Gil Grissom sighed deeply while he gazed out of the window. Usually, Italy was a beautiful country but when it rained it was simply dark, sad and desolate.

Great. Just great.

Gil pressed his face against the cool glass of the window. The tall cypresses were impressive in sunlight. But under this dark and dreary sky they almost seemed threatening.

So, this was the travel agency's highly praised 'Holiday in the South'? For weather like this they shouldn't have needed to fly to Italy. They could have seen rain like this in Nevada, too. The South hadn't shown its sunny side to him and his lover Nick Stokes. And they had expected so much from this trip.

Siena, Florence, Venice, Lucca, and finally, as the crowning top, Rome. How he would have loved to show the young man the Fontana di Trevi. But in sunlight and under a blue sky. But all they had seen from Italy up until now was rain, dark clouds, sullen cab-drivers and hotel rooms. Now he was sitting here, in a holiday bungalow with a seaview and staring into the rain.

A noise coming from the bed made him smile. He didn't turn around and a few moments later two strong arms closed around him from behind. A stubbly chin rested on his naked shoulder and warm lips breathed a gentle kiss on his neck.

"Hey, early bird."

Gil put his hands above Nick's und moved back to rest against his lover. "Hey, sleepyhead."

Nick looked over Gil's shoulder at the rain outside and sighed softly, "So this is your great vacation in the South?"

Gil laughed lightly and a little excusingly before he turned around to kiss Nick gently. "I'm sorry. I wanted to show you Italy and all you got to see is rain."

Nick moved closer to Gil and kissed him again, a little more passionately this time. "Well...I don't think so...I guess the South has a lot to offer." Another kiss and a hand slowly moving down Gil's body in a southerly direction. "For example...nice museums *kiss*, good room service *kiss*, and wonderful, big beds."

Gil moaned loudly as his younger lover searched for his cock and found it. Enjoying the sensation, he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasure the other man created in him. A little sigh caused him to open his eyes again.

Questioningly, he cocked his head slightly. Nick moved his mouth close to Gil's ear and whispered, "You're beautiful like this, Gil."

A little embarrassed, Gil tried to turn his head to the side, but his lover's gentle hand stopped him. "Yes, you are. Come on. Let's go to bed and I'll show my beautiful man the south."

Gil wasn't used to such compliments and attention. Especially not from a man like Nick Stokes.

Nick.

A man who could have anything and anyone and who had decided that he wanted him, Gil. And that now for more than two years. The trip to Italy had been Gil's gift for their anniversary. And now the rain threatened to destroy everything.

Or did it?

Well, to be honest, not really he thought now as Nick pushed him gently backwards to the bed. The dark brown eyes of the younger man turned even darker as he moved over him and gazed down at his lover.

"I love you, Gil. You don't know how much."

And before Gil could reply, Nick gave the words 'going south' a whole new meaning. The warm, wet tongue which was now softly sliding up and down his hard cock made it difficult for him to think clearly. Almost helpless, he moved his hips up, closer to Nick, closer into the incredible heat of Nick's mouth. And heard the gentle laughter of his lover as he moved back a bit. "Not so fast, love, not so fast."

Gil laughed breathlessly, and wanted to apologize when Nick suddenly deepthroated him in one fluid motion. Gil's blood turned to lava and without further thought, he took Nick's head in his hands and began to thrust. Again and again. Nick accomodated him easily. He followed his movements and adjusted. Slowly, he moved his hands up the strong body of his lover and grazed gently over his nipples.

Gil could feel his orgasm come closer. His breathing grew heavier, his heart seemed to jump out of his body and his hands moved from Nick's head and crumpled the sheets. With a hoarse shout he thrust one more time and came.

Nick could feel Gil's orgasm, felt the fast beating of the other man's heart, and heard his scream of release. Nick swallowed, quickly, so nothing could escape him.

Warm, a little salty, unique.

Slowly he kissed his way upwards, circled the nipples with the tip of his tongue und finally reached the waiting mouth of his lover.

They kissed long, soft and tenderly. After a few minutes Nick felt the strong hand of his lover gently stroking over his flanks, soft enough so as not to hurt him, strong enough as not to tickle him. And finally the fingers closed around his hard penis. It only took a few seconds for Nick to come hard and with tears in his eyes.

Panting, Nick cuddled close to the other man and closed his eyes with a very contented sigh. When he felt Gil's hand in his hair, he pushed against it with an almost purring sound.

They lay like that for a long time together on the bed, lazily stroking each other, listening to the soud of the rain which fell on the roof of the bungalow.

"You know...somehow vacationing in the South is a great thing, huh?" Nick murmured sleepily and Gil had to laugh. He pulled the young man even closer, pressed a kiss to his dark hair and closed his eyes. Nick was right...vacationing in the South was great.

The end