Title: Rashomama Epilogue
By: Kimberley
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rated: Adults Only - NC17 for explicit m/m scenes
Summary: Did someone say disciplinary action?

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Gil was relieved when he finally arrived home. The case, in itself, hadn't been overly difficult, but the drama surrounding the theft of Nick's truck and, with it, all the evidence collected at the scene, had taken its toll. Nearly twenty hours waiting for the guys from IAB had only served to make everyone even more cranky than the inconvenience already had.

And none more so than the man currently stepping out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped low around his hips, another being used to briskly dry the recently cut, dark hair.

"Feel better?" he asked, a small smile touching his lips.

Nick looked up to see his lover sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yeah," he replied on a sigh, shaking his head slowly. "Man, what a pain."

Gil didn't need to ask about the meeting with Internal Affairs. As one of the supervisors on graveyard and the senior CSI working the case, he'd been required to sit in as each member of his team involved in the loss of evidence had given his or her statement.

"So?" Nick asked, hands on his hips. "What was the final verdict?"

Gil smiled a little and held out one hand.

Stepping forward, Nick took it in one of his, dropping gracefully to his knees between those of his seated lover. He leaned in, giving the other man a proper welcome home kiss before pulling back, waiting expectantly.

"I'm afraid disciplinary action is in order," Gil said simply.

"That's crap," Nick said, getting to his feet. "My car was stolen. Since when do we blame the victim when a crime occurs?"

He was trying to pull his hand from Gil's, obviously wanting to put some space between them in his irritation, but the other man was having none of it as he kept a firm hold.

"I didn't say it was for having your truck stolen, did I?"

Nick looked at him with a small frown. "Why then?"

Gil tried to maintain a stern expression, despite the fact that his blue eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh, Nicky, so many reasons," he replied, shaking his head in mock sadness. "For keeping that napkin with Mindy Faberge's number, for parading around the lab shirtless and trying to drive me insane, for stretching out so provocatively on the sofa in my office, knowing that I'd have to keep my distance with Greg and Sara both sitting there."

One corner of Nick's mouth twitched slightly. "I was tired," he said, allowing Gil to pull him closer until he stood between the other man's legs looking down into the face he loved. "And as for the shirtless thing, I was being a good CSI, preserving evidence. The only place I ‘paraded' to was the locker room to grab a clean shirt."

One eyebrow rose as Gil contemplated his lover. "And the napkin?"

He tried hard to keep the smile from emerging but finally gave it up, allowing a flash of white teeth. "Maybe I was just hoping that would be a punishable offense."

Gil couldn't resist barking a short laugh at that. Shaking his head, he pulled the other man into his lap. "You, Nicky, my boy, are incorrigible."

"Uh huh," Nick murmured, nuzzling his lover's cheek and slowly blazing a trail around to his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. "So what are you going to do about it?"

The sultry voice, along with the images it invoked in Gil's mind had him instantly hard and he allowed a soft moan to escape from between his lips as Nick continued to nibble on the sensitive flesh of his lower ear. "Looks like I'll have to take the matter in hand," he murmured, tilting his head slightly to give better access. "Lose the towel and lay down across my lap."

Nick pulled back to look into the eyes of his lover. "Huh?"

Gil studied the other man's face closely, taking careful note of the sparkle of interest and excitement in the deep brown eyes. "Across my lap," he repeated, his voice low and seductive. "Ass in the air." He didn't miss the way Nick's cock twitched under the towel and had to hold back a smile. They'd never played this way before, but he couldn't deny that the idea of reddening his lover's ass was turning him on. Judging by the hard swallow and the way the other man's pupils were dilated in arousal, he wasn't the only one.

Nick got slowly to his feet and stood looking down at his lover for a moment before reaching for the towel. Once it had fallen away, he paused once again, searching the twinkling blue eyes. He knew he could stop this. All he had to do was say he wasn't interested in going down that particular road and Gil would drop the idea like a hot rock.

But he couldn't ignore the hardening of his cock at the mere thought of being across his lover's lap, Gil's hand connecting with his flesh, heating the skin. Biting back a moan of pure arousal, he slowly nodded once.

It was a fight to keep the pleased smile from his face, but Gil managed, if just barely. Getting to his feet, he slowly removed his clothing, his eyes never leaving those of the man before him. Once naked, he returned to the bed, moving up until he sat with his back against the headboard, his legs slightly parted and stretched out before him, waiting.

Once Gil was in position, Nick slowly crawled onto the bed to join his lover, moving up until he knelt at the man's left side. Leaning in, he deposited a soft kiss on the waiting lips before lowering himself to lie across the deceptively strong thighs. His head was turned to the side, his left cheek against the duvet, his eyes trained on the man he loved as he waited with a heightening sense of anticipation.

After ensuring that the younger man's cock was tucked safely out of harm's way, Gil took Nick's right hand in his, raising it to his lips for a soft kiss before pressing it to his own erection. "Feel how hard you make me, Nicky," he murmured in a seductive voice.

Nick closed his eyes briefly and swallowed. "Gil," he whispered hoarsely.

"Shhh," Gil soothed, his left hand skating gently down his lover's back and across the firm, white ass cheeks displayed enticingly before him. "I'll make it good for you; I promise."

Swallowing again, Nick nodded once.

Gil smiled and leaned down to kiss one bare shoulder. "Ready?"

Nick nodded again. "Yeah," he whispered.

He entwined the fingers of his right hand with Nick's, grounding him, giving him something to cling to during the intense sensations that were to come. "I think five for each of the three offenses should suffice," Gil said, squeezing the hand he held briefly. "Fifteen in total and I want you to count them for me, OK?"

"Do it," Nick said breathlessly, unsure how much longer he could take the anticipation without coming all over the bed and Gil's legs.

The first strike surprised him, eliciting a gasp as the sting radiated outward from the spot where Gil's hand had landed. "One," he managed to grind out, his dick hardening even more.

"Good boy," Gil praised him, running his hand over the pink imprint he'd left behind on the white flesh. He delivered the next four in quick succession, waiting only long enough in between for Nick to gasp out the numbers.

"Your bottom is already a nice shade of pink," Gil murmured, dipping his hand beneath the body laying across his lap. "And you're so wet, aren't you?"

"Yes," Nick breathed on a moan, his eyes closing briefly at the contact before opening to fix on Gil's once again.

The next five were a little harder and Nick had to struggle to keep his hips still, part of his mind telling him to draw away from the blows, part of it wanting to rise up to meet them.

"Almost done," Gil purred, stroking the heated flesh with one hand while holding securely to Nick's with the other. "God, I wish you could see this, Nick. You look incredible."

"Gil, please," Nick whispered, his breath coming in short gasps as he reveled in the way the stinging pain morphed into a pleasure more intense than he'd ever imagined.

His hand came down a little harder, centered in the middle of the firm ass, the sound of flesh connecting with flesh echoing in the room.

"Eleven," Nick gasped, clutching Gil's hand tightly in his own, his eyes closing against the tears gathering.

"Look at me, Nicky," Gil commanded in a soft voice.

He opened his eyes and tried to focus on his lover's face. He was flying, the sensations greater than he'd anticipated, the warmth radiating from his ass, the feel of Gil's warm hand as it delivered the final blows, the heat in his face as he realized how turned on he was. It took him a moment to realize that Gil had stopped and he had to struggle to regain his senses, or what was left of them. "Thirteen," he croaked, finally remembering where they'd left off.

Gil smiled at him. "Two more, Nicky. Then I want you to ride me. I want to feel your hot skin in my lap when I'm inside you."

Nick moaned, unsure that he'd be able to last that long with Gil's words washing over him.

As though reading his lover's mind, Gil concluded the mock punishment in short order, adding two more handprints to the already rosy cheeks. "All done, Nick," he murmured, helping the other man up until he was straddling his legs. He cupped the handsome face in his hands, his thumbs sweeping across the flushed cheekbones. "God, you're beautiful."

"I need you, Gil," Nick gasped, clutching at the other man's shoulders, his eyes dark with desire.

Reaching across to the nightstand, Gil retrieved a condom and a tube of lube. Quickly, he sheathed his hard cock, slathering it generously with the clear gel before reaching beneath the other man to open him with first one slick finger, then two. "Easy, now," he murmured softly as he grasped the trim hips, positioning the willing body. Taking his cock in one hand, he steadied it as Nick began to lower himself.

"God, Gil," he breathed as he slowly descended on the hard shaft.

Gil moaned when Nick's heated ass made contact with his lap. "So hot," he murmured. "So tight."

Once he was fully seated, he grabbed his lover's face, kissing him hard and deep as he clenched his ass muscles, gripping him from within.

"Nicky," Gil gasped when they finally parted. "Damn."

He rose slowly, pausing when he could feel only the head still inside him before starting to lower himself once more.

Gil grasped his hips and pulled him down hard. "All the way," he gasped. "I want to feel your hot ass touching me with every stroke."

He couldn't resist a groan at the heated words. Grinding his ass into his lover's lap, he gasped at the sting to his already inflamed skin. God, who knew this could be such a turn on?

It didn't take them long to fall into a comfortable rhythm, Gil's hands guiding the other man's body in his efforts, raising him slowly before pulling him down tight against him, groaning softly each time the reddened flesh made contact with his body.

"I'm so close," Nick finally whimpered, his hands gripping his lover's shoulders tighter as the familiar tingle built in the base of his spine. "God, Gil, please."

Upon hearing the desperate plea, Gil doubled his efforts, raising his hips to plunge deeper into each descent, rotating to hit that sweet spot inside of his lover with every stroke. Keeping one hand on the trim waist to steady Nick, he reached with his other for the leaking shaft, pumping it in time with their frenzied thrusts.

"Gil!" Nick yelled as his orgasm was ripped from him.

Hearing his name uttered in the throes of ecstasy was all it took to send Gil over the edge. He thrust once more into the willing body, pressing deep and holding while he emptied himself into the condom.

They clung to each other for a moment before Nick carefully pulled himself up and off his lover. As he collapsed at the other man's side, he was pulled into a tight embrace.

"God, Gil, that was amazing," he finally managed.

Gil kissed the top of his head, tightening his hold on the man in his arms. "It always is with you, Nicky. Always."

They were silent for a moment, content to soak in the blissful aftermath. "So," Nick finally broke the silence. "Are you going to tell me?"

"Hmm?" Gil asked wearily, eyes closed.

Nick huffed a small laugh. "Somehow, I doubt this was the disciplinary action the Sheriff had in mind."

He chuckled. "No, it certainly wasn't. The entire team needs to attend a two hour refresher seminar on evidence collection. On our own time, of course."

Nick considered that for a moment. "Could be worse, I guess."

Gil kissed him again. "It's no big deal; don't worry about it."

Nick burrowed closer, kissing his lover's chest before resting his head there. "Won't be as much fun as your idea of discipline, though," he murmured on a yawn.

"No," he replied, smiling in agreement as the other man's breathing evened into sleep, "definitely not."

The end

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