Title: Storm Runners
Author: sirjimmy24
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Gil/anyone; sex outdoors.
Summary: Once again, knightmusic made me do it. Gil's taken up running, and a certain CSI decides to join him. But who knew it was going to rain? *snicker* Inspired by the recent flurry of thunderstorms that hit Maryland and Pennsylvania.
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation whatsoever with CBS or the creators/owners of CSI. I will make no money from this. Just wanted to join the challenge, and because nicky69 likes it when tackling occurs.

 

“You know, of our limited options, this really wasn’t the best one.”

 

“Actually, I think this was our only option if we wanted to stop getting drenched…”

 

“True, and statistically, the likelihood…”

 

“Please don’t Gris, I don’t want to know…”

 

He halts his statement to me, quirks his head in that way I find adorable, and with a small grin, he says “It would serve us right in a way, I mean, we do know better.”

 

I smile sheepishly, look down at my mud caked shoes.

 

“Only you would think we deserve to be struck by lightning.”

 

He chuckles and I look up at his face. It’s filled with glee. The joy of doing something dangerous coupled with the thrill of witnessing the fury of nature as lightning flashes across the horizon.

 

Does he have any idea how much I want him?

 

How I want to kiss those rain slicked lips and run my hands through his wet hair?

 

How I want to be the reason for the joy he feels?

 

Dangerous thoughts indeed, so I look away again, out across the field watching the scene unfold.

 

“Whose bright idea was this anyway?”

 

“Yours.”

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

This time I laugh. He’s so cute and he doesn’t even know it.

 

The morning had started off well enough. Easy shift, and the mood at the lab had been downright jovial for everyone, like we had the greatest jobs in the world. Quitting time arrived and I came across Gil in the locker room, changing his clothes and actually leaving at a decent hour.

 

It was when he pulled out those running shoes that my curiosity was piqued.

 

“Since when did you start running?”

“A couple months ago. I want to get in better shape. I’m up to four miles a day, when I have time…”

 

I was impressed.  I usually keep it to three, figuring if you need to run any farther than that, your might as well call a cab.

 

But I was also a little annoyed.

 

“I didn’t know you started running Gris.”

 

He shrugged.

 

Him and his damn inscrutable ways! Granted, it was really none of my business, but one would think he’d share this with us…with me.

 

“Where do you like to go running?”

 

“Sunset park, off…”

 

“Off Eastern, near the airport, yeah. There are some nice running paths there.”

 

He nodded, “Actually, I tend to avoid the paths, I like running through the fields away from the main routes. Fewer people, quiet.”

 

I couldn’t help but smile. Gil Grissom, lone runner. Makes perfect sense.  Running does provide a sense of solitude, but leave it to him to seek out the actual thing.

 

“Well if you’d ever like company I’d be happy to…” I cut myself off. Blushed.

 

There I went, trying to include myself in his personal life, which he fiercely keeps guarded.

 

Silly.

 

“Sorry Gris, I didn’t mean…’

 

“Actually I think I’d like that…”

 

What?

 

Did I hear that correctly?

 

“One shouldn’t run alone the way I do, and it’s nice of you to offer your company Nicky.”

 

I was floored, the mighty Grissom admonishing himself and taking up my hasty offer.

And calling me Nicky, a rarity these days and I’d never admit how much I missed him calling me that.

 

“Really Gris? I mean I know you don’t care for...”

 

“People?” He cocked his eyebrow, that wicked mouth of his curling into a grin that sent devious shivers to my groin. “True, well, I don’t care for most people…but then, you’re not most people Nicky.”

 

I swear the whole atmosphere in that locker room changed, and I almost kissed him then, workplace be-damned.

 

I settled for grinning and looking into those lovely blue eyes of his and I hoped the tension I was feeling wasn’t only felt by me.

 

Leave it to Greg to show up and break the mood.

 

“Hey boss man, how’s it hangin’'?”

 

I could only shake my head has Gil gave Greg the look of an exasperated parent.

 

“I have to stop by my house first, but if you want to, why don’t you just meet me there?” he asked me as he was leaving the room.

 

“Sure, I’ll be there.”


 ***

There is a therapeutic aspect to running.  The rhythmic beat of feet hitting the ground coupled with the movement of arms and the intake of breath. The marvelous blur of your surroundings as you run through the fields and pass trees and the cathartic rush of endorphins at the end.

 

Just you, your random thoughts, and the outdoors.

 

And a sweaty Gil Grissom keeping pace next to me.

 

Marvelous.

 

I was in another place as we ran, focusing on the sound of Gil’s breathing, vaguely wondering if I could make him breathe like that in other ways and trying to ignore both the sweat I could see running down his neck out of the corner of my eye and the thought of what it may taste like on my tongue.

 

We were running across the middle of a large field when reality hit.

 

It doesn’t storm much in Las Vegas, but when it does, it’s fast and furious, and usually comes out of nowhere.

 

“Oh shit!” I cried as the sky blackened and the rain started falling.

 

“The tree Nick!” Gil said over the rush of rain and we ran for it. A lone tree in the middle of this field, like some damn Arbor Day monument or something.

 

Christ, the things we think of when we are not thinking at all.

 

Oh well.

 

Still, it was doing a fairly decent job of shielding us from the rain.

 

“How’s your ass?” he asks suddenly.

 

“Fine.” I say, annoyed. I rub my ass lightly, it sill hurts a bit from when I unceremoniously slipped on the run to the tree and fell backwards landing right on a small rock that I’m sure wasn’t there before.

 

“I’m just concerned about your welfare,” he says, not concerned at all.

 

“Yeah sure…” I snort.

 

“That was pretty funny…”

 

“Oh stop it.” I say, “and no one ever needs to no ok?”

 

“Secret’s safe Nicky,” he assures me, “but still, the look on your face…”

 

I give him the evil eye and he actually starts to giggle. This is a side of Grissom I am not use to seeing...and I like it.

 

But I shouldn’t have to see it at the cost of my ass being sore.

 

Well, not from falling on a rock anyway.

 

“Stop that.” I say and give him a small shove.

 

He laughs even more and shoves me back playfully as we begin to tussle under the tree. Somehow, he’s able to trip me up and I find myself lying on my back, getting pelted in the face by rain.

 

“Aww, someone take a fall?” he teases, and his laughter grows louder as I sputter and my ego tells me to take him down.

 

“What’s the matter tough guy? Can’t take a defeat from your boss?” he asks jokingly.

 

“You asked for it Gil,” I say getting to my feet. Not sure what possesses me to do it, but I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his torso and tackling him to ground with a thud.

 

He chokes out a laugh, hugging me to his body and tries to roll me over onto my back and off of him and we find ourselves out from under the tree wrestling in the field, once more getting hit by the rain, soaking us to the core.

 

But what do I care? I’m actually wrestling the man of dreams, rolling around in the wet grass getting muddy and having the time of my life.

 

Lightning? So what?

 

The hardening I start to feel in my shorts? Who cares?

 

I’m able to pin him; lying on top of his body and he’s gasping and laughing and looking so damn sexy with his sparkling eyes and rain coursing down onto him that I lose my senses and kiss his mouth without thinking.

 

I pull up quickly, hoping he doesn’t kick my ass for doing something like that, but as lightning illuminates his features, it isn’t anger on his face I see.

 

It’s surprise and …

 

Hope?

 

I begin to apologize and release my grip on his arms when he shushes me.

 

“Do that again,” he says hotly. Demands it.

 

So of course I do.

 

I revel in the scorching kiss, all twirling tongues and soft lips. Hot breath and the scent of sweat and rain sending my brain into stratospheric ecstasy.

 

He’s everything I want, everything I could ever dare to dream of.

 

And my dreams are coming true.

 

I’m so fucking happy at this moment and I just hope that it is rain running down my cheeks and not tears.

 

“Oh God,” I moan as he begins mouthing my neck before removing my shirt and tugging me back down to kiss me again.

 

It takes longer than I’d like, but I’m able to get my shorts down, freeing my aching cock from its prison and then tugging Gil’s shorts down as well.

 

My God.

 

It’s a big one, and thick and my ass quivers at the thought of being filled by it and Gil’s eyes are almost black with the lust I know he’s feeling because I feel the same way.

 

He sits up and I happily remove his shirt from him, kissing him once more.

 

I’ve fantasized many a time about being fucked by this man, and I know exactly how I want the first time to be.

 

Hard and fast.

 

I grab his cock and he gasps. Before he can move I guide myself down onto him, taking him into my body and he’s so big I’m not sure if it I can take it all, and then I do, and he’s inside as far as he can go and it’s so fucking good.

 

The storm is getting worse. The rain is turning cold and the wind is howling but I could care less. I’ve got my legs wrapped around his waist as I ride, his hot tongue in my mouth muffling my whines, and swallowing my high-pitched cries. His hands roaming over my back as he thrusts into me hitting that spot, erotic pleasure careening through my system like a panacea for all my ills.

 

My heart is pounding in my chest, and conscious thought is rapidly leaving me behind as I give myself to him, to the rawness of this moment, the carnality of the unplanned desperate fuck, and I know I’m crying now, all my emotions, my pent up desires finding their release with each thrust, each gasp, and I’m getting close.

 

His powerful hands cease their movements on my back, and his arms tighten, pulling me into a fierce hug.  I bite down on his shoulder, then bury my face into his neck and shout as my orgasm hits, my dick convulsing into his stomach, shooting out stream after stream of hot semen.

 

He’s buried deep inside, building up speed, nearing his own completion. I clench, tightening the muscles as best I can as he groans and I can feel him swelling and then he comes with a yell, his whole body shaking with his exertions and I realize how much I love this man.

 

I slowly lift myself off him, his spent cock withdrawing from my ass with a faint pop that makes me grin in spite of the tears I can’t seem to stop crying.

 

He wipes them away gently, kissing me sweetly and holding me in his warm embrace as the rain continues to fall on us.

 

Let the storm rage, I have everything I need and am perfectly happy right here.

 

Right here with Gil.

 

The End.