Title: The Real Thing
Author: gnr_lab_rat
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC17
Summary: All in all, he'd take the real thing over the fantasy any day.

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Sticking the key in the door and shoving his way inside, Nick threw his bag in the corner before relocking his door and toeing off his shoes. He'd pulled two doubles and he was ready to flat out fall on the floor and sleep for his entire three days off right there in the hall. Tossing his keys on the side table he shuffled towards the kitchen deciding he should at the very least eat something before he crashed.

Work had been hell, Grissom had spent most of the shift inpersonating Vesuvius, nearly coming to blows with one suspect before storming off to his office to cool down, not to mention that in the end they still hadn't solved the case. It would still be there three days from now, but Nick understood Grissom's desire to get the job done. He hated unsolved cases.

Placing his dishes in the sink he walked towards the bathroom intent on a quick shower before he surrendered to the welcoming embrace of his mattress. The shower was merely a quick soap and rinse as his eyes kept sliding shut, the warmth of the water lulling him closer to sleep. When he finally managed to get to his bed he flopped down naked, not having the energy to even open his dresser for a pair of boxers.

Nick is in the middle of his favorite dream again; the one where he's sitting naked on Grissom's desk, Grissom sitting in his chair between his legs. He can almost feel Gil's fingers ghosting over his skin, warm breath, moist mouth leaving a trail of heat behind as Gil marks a trail over his flushed skin. Gasping, Nick's hips thrust up into Gil's open mouth as he holds onto the desk. Gil's fingers curl around his hips, steadying him, holding him still as he continues his slow torturous movements.

Just as Nick feels the tension curling around his spine Gil pulls away with a kiss to the tip of his dick. Panting, Nick focuses on his boss, watching as he stands and slowly begins to remove his clothes. Nick whimpers at the sight, struggling not to come right then and there.

When Gil steps closer, sliding a hand up Nick's chest to the back of his neck, drawing him into a slow sensual kiss, Nick wraps his legs around Gil's waist pulling Gil's body snug against his own. Gil moans at the sudden contact, his hips bucking against Nick as he deepens the kiss. Gil's hands trail down Nick's back until he slids them under Nick's hip lifting him off the desk.

The dream changes at this point, a bedroom suddenly replacing Gil's office and he lowers Nick to the soft yielding mattress, crawling up Nick's body so they're lying flush against each other. Nick loves kissing Gil, feeling the intensity of the man's passion directed at him, loves the way Gil doesn't hold back anything like he does when Nick's awake. Nick writhes on the bed as Gil begins to kiss his way down Nick's body, stopping to pay special attention to his favorite places. When Nick thinks he can't take anymore a hot wet heat envelopes his aching cock and his hands fist in the sheets as he fights the urge to fuck Gil's mouth.

Nick wakes with a gasp, panting, hips twitching--"So not fair," he mumbles.

Grissom hums happily and Nick can hear the amusement even as he comes crying out Gil's name. Gil swallows, letting Nick's now spent cock slip from his mouth as he moves up to lay beside his lover, grinning down at Nick's sleepy and sated face. "It seemed a shame to wake you."

Nick pastes a mock glare on his face as he cracks open one eye, but the glare quickly turns to a smirk as he rolls on top of Gil, his hand trailing between their bodies. "Oh I'm defintiely awake now." Gil raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips as Nick's head lowers, licking at Gil's bottom lip before his tongue slides inside tasting Gil. Wrapping his fingers around Gil's cock Nick smiles smugly against his mouth as Gil gasps, bucking into Nick's hand.

All in all, he'd take the real thing over the fantasy any day.

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