Title: Shakespeare
Author: podga
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Nick Stokes
Warning: R - Strictly adult! (And probably best not to open this at work...)
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me and I don't make money off of them
Summary: PWP: Gil and Nick spend a quiet literary evening at home.
(With apologies to William Shakespeare. This started out as a semi-serious piece, it really did.)

"Have you ever read Hamlet?"

Nick is lounging on Gil's couch, trying hard to stay awake through the long, long, long film Gil chose. He's in that phase, where he knows he's nodding off, but can do nothing to stop himself, when Gil asks the question.

He pushes himself into a more upright position and grins blearily at Gil, who's sitting next to him with his feet propped on the coffee table.

"Do Cliff Notes count?"

"Hardly. They can explain the plot and provide some help and guidance regarding the important themes of the play, but Shakespeare's plays aren't only about plot. There's the beauty of the language he uses, as well. You have to read the original text to appreciate that. And did you know that he coined over 1500 words that are still in common use today?"

"Yes, Professor, actually I did know that."

This must be hell, Nick thinks. Not only has he sat through the better part of two hours watching a 40-year old Olivier overemote in the role of a whiny teen-aged prince (with still no end in sight), but apparently he's also going to be subjected to an accompanying lecture. He needs a diversionary tactic.

"I even know some of the words." He scoots closer to Gil.

"There's 'embrace'," he says softly, wrapping his arms around Gil. He leans in to kiss Gil on the lips, then feathers kisses along his cheek, until he reaches Gil's ear. He licks it wetly.

"There's 'arouse'," he whispers into Gil's ear and at the same time unbuckles Gil's belt and unbuttons and unzips his trousers.

Gil shudders slightly. He turns his head, searching for Nick's mouth, kissing him hungrily. Nick smiles against Gil's mouth and runs his fingers along the waistband of Gil's boxers, tracing the warm skin. Gil lifts up his hips a little, seeking further contact.

"There's 'lower'," Gil murmurs and Nick chuckles in delight. He tries to push Gil's trousers and boxers down but it's awkward with only one hand, until Gil helps as well. Gil kicks the clothing off, lowering his feet to the floor, opening his legs.

Nick closes his hand around Gil's cock, running his thumb over the head. Gil throws his head back and takes a sharp breath, then gives a strangled laugh when Nick whispers: "There's 'majestic'."

Gil pulls Nick against him, his fingers tangling in Nick's soft T-shirt, pushing it up, stroking the smooth skin underneath.

"There's 'divest'," Gil almost gasps.

"Aw, you know all the dirty ones," Nick drawls and he breaks away from Gil to pull his T-shirt off. "Is 'bedroom' a Shakespeare word?" he asks.

"I have no idea," Gil answers as he unbuttons his own shirt and shrugs it off. "Take off your jeans, Nick," he whispers.

Nick looks into Gil's eyes, almost mesmerized by what he sees in them. He gets up slowly and facing Gil, unbuttons his jeans and in one motion, sweeps them down his legs along with his boxer briefs, then straightens up again, never breaking eye contact.

Gil gets up and steps against Nick, taking him in his arms, cupping Nick's head with his hand in order to pull him forward for a kiss. He hesitates for a second, his lips almost touching Nick's. Nick is taking shallow quick breaths, and when Gil's open mouth finally covers his, their teeth clicking together, he gasps.

"There's 'suck'," Gil breathes and Nick is past finding the game funny. He starts kissing, softly biting and licking his way down Gil's chest, stopping at his nipples for a while, then moving down his stomach until he's kneeling in front of Gil.

He licks up the underside of Gil's cock, causing it to jump, and then takes it in his mouth, sliding up and down in the slow motion that he knows Gil enjoys. Gil is running his hands restlessly over Nick's head and Nick hears the sharp, almost silent, inhalations that are the only noise Gil ever makes during sex.

Gil pulls Nick up and kisses him again. "I want you," he groans. "I want you now."

Nick nods and moves to the couch, kneeling on the seat and resting his elbows and forearms on the back. He feels Gil's chest, slick with perspiration against his back and he starts moaning when Gil's hands come around to stroke his chest down to his cock and balls. He's moving back and forth against Gil, only half aware he's doing so.

"There's no lube down here," Gil whispers.

"Pre-lubed condom in my pocket," Nick says hoarsely. He leans his head on his forearm, looking back at Gil, as Gil picks up Nick's jeans, pulls out the condom and puts it on. Then Gil bends over against Nick's back again, kissing his neck, stroking his cock and pushing into him. Nick arches his back to adjust the angle a bit and grunts softly every time Gil pushes forward.

All of a sudden Nick starts to come and Gil tightens his grip slightly. He's almost there himself and he closes his eyes, pressing his forehead between Nick's shoulderblades, moving his hips faster and faster.

After he comes, he pulls out and collapses more than sits on the sofa. Nick flips around and lies with his head in Gil's lap, looking up at him.

"Anything else you want to tell me about Hamlet or Shakespeare?" Nick asks.

"Nothing occurs to me at the moment," Gil responds dryly. "Give me half an hour or so, I might think of something."

- - -ooo- - -

Next shift Nick leans against the doorjamb of Gil's office and waits for Gil to look up at him from over his glasses.

"You know Griss, I looked it up. 'Bedroom' is a Shakespeare word. 'Suck', on the other hand, isn't." He pauses expectantly, then, seeing the color rise to Gil's cheeks, finishes triumphantly.

"And did you know that 'blushing' was also coined by Shakespeare?"

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