Title: Shut Up and Kiss Me
By: kyrdwyn
Pairing: Gil/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) I Never Stopped, 2) Mi Corazon, 3) La Otra Persona, 4) Desayuno, 5) His Business, 6) The Argument, 7) Someone to Love
Disclaimer: CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Anthony Zuiker, and a whole bunch of other people are probably tracking me down for playing with their toys without their permission. I make no money off this.

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"I can't believe you are making me watch this."

"What? This is a classic!"

"Somehow, 'classic' is not a word I would use to describe this."

"Oh? What would you use to describe it?"

"Campy. Cheesy. Silly. Pointless. Totally lacking in socially redeeming value."

Robert laughed and pulled Gil against him, kissing his lover's curly, graying hair. "You have no appreciation for fine cinema, mi amor."

Gil extricated himself from Robert's arm and reached up to ruffle the nearly immaculate salt and pepper locks of his beloved. "And you have appalling taste in cinema, mi corazón."

"Just because you don't like 'Godzilla v. Mothra', Gil, doesn't mean you need to insult me."

"Oh? You mean the same way you didn't need to insult me when I rented 'Memento' last weekend?"

"Well…"

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought."

"¿Araña?" Robert's voice was low and husky.

"¿Sí, mi corazón?"

"Callate y besame."

A slow, sensual smile traced across Gil's lips as he leaned toward Robert to capture the other man's lips in a chaste kiss. It stayed chaste only for a few moments until Robert parted his lips in invitation and Gil took full advantage, sliding his tongue into Robert's mouth, eliciting a throaty moan from his lover. Robert's hands slid up Gil's thighs to tease him. Gil growled and shuddered, but refused to end the kiss. Instead, his own hands sank into the thick locks of his lover, pulling him tighter, enjoying the feel and taste of a man he knew he could never get enough of.

Robert broke the kiss, his heart and lungs screaming for oxygen. Gasps for air turned into gasps of pleasure as Gil kissed his way across Robert's jaw and flicked Robert's earlobe with his tongue. His hands had left Robert's hair and were busy unfastening the buttons on Robert's shirt. He pushed the blue cotton off his shoulders and leaned down to fasten his lips on a spot just above Robert's collarbone. Robert's hands tightened on Gil's thighs, feeling the cock straining against the khaki material. Robert's own cock was testing the limits of his denim jeans.

"Araña…" Robert gasped as Gil's hands reached the fastening of the jeans and Gil's mouth left the now marked spot and proceeded to torment his nipples.

"Patience, mi corazón…we have all night…" Gil murmured hotly against a hardened bud. "Besides, don't you want to finish the movie?" he asked right before giving the skin a leisurely lick.

"Fuck the movie," Robert gasped, his hands undoing Gil's slacks and stroking Gil's cock.

"Hmm…."Gil murmured again. "I'd rather fuck you."

"Díos, yes," Robert replied.

Robert stood to remove the rest of his shirt. Gil slid off the couch onto his knees, nuzzling at Robert's crotch before undoing the jeans and sliding them and the boxers off his hips. Robert stepped out of them to stand naked in front of his lover. Gil looked up at him, and Robert had to take in a breath at the expression in Gil's eloquent eyes. Love and joy and lust and something else -- something that seemed to tell Robert 'You are the handsomest man I've ever seen'. His cock got harder just seeing that look, never mind the fact that Gil started sucking it a few seconds later. Robert's fingers wound tightly into Gil's curls, an anchor to reality.

It took all of Robert's willpower to stop Gil before he could suck Robert to climax. Tugging Gil's head up, seeing the confused look in the blue eyes, Robert shook his head. "I want you," he gasped hoarsely.

Gil smiled in understanding, quickly undressing himself. Shirt and slacks were tossed carelessly on the floor. Robert pushed Gil onto his back, straddling him. Gil closed his eyes and groaned as Robert teasingly sheathed Gil's cock in a condom and lubed it up. Gil grabbed the lube and slid a few fingers inside Robert, stretching his lover gently.

"Araña, por favor…"

The words were barely a whisper, but Gil heard them. Sitting up, he pushed Robert onto his back, pushing the other man's legs up to open him wide. Robert captured Gil's mouth in a soul-merging kiss as Gil merged their bodies with one swift thrust. Blue and green eyes closed in ecstasy for a brief moment, savoring the feel of each other. Then lust intruded and Robert thrust his hips against Gil's, letting his own cock slide against the flesh of Gil's stomach. Gil groaned and took the hint, sliding in and out of his lover with slow, steady thrusts. Robert's fingers dug into Gil's biceps, urging his lover on in gutter Spanish.

Gil tormented himself and his lover with the slow thrusts, drawing out the lovemaking as long as possible. That plan went out the window when Robert bit Gil's shoulder. Groaning, Gil thrust harder, faster, almost violently into Robert's warm body. A distant voice in his mind wondered if he was hurting his lover, but the guttural noises from Robert's throat reassured him.

"Díos…"

The soft Spanish word was all the warning Gil had before Robert bucked underneath him, ass tightening and cock exploding as he came. Robert's semen coated their skin. Feeling the hot liquid, Gil groaned Robert's name softly, burying his face into the spot where neck met shoulder and shuddered out his own orgasm, unable to even form the simplest sounds, all his energy being released elsewhere.

Long minutes later, Gil reluctantly moved off Robert, mourning the loss of their physical connection. He re-buried his face in Robert's shoulder, letting one arm curl tightly around his waist. Robert gently stroked Gil's hair, eyes closed, body and spirit content.

A blast of frigid air woke them, reminding them in unpleasant terms that they were naked and sticky on Robert's living room floor. The movie had finished and was automatically rewinding, the TV on a steady blue screen.

"Damn air conditioning," Robert mumbled as he shivered. Gil propped himself on an elbow and laughed. "This is not funny, Gil."

Standing, Gil reached down a hand to help Robert to his feet. "Well, think of it this way, corazón, we now have a third reason to take a nice, hot shower."

Robert quirked an eyebrow at his lover. "Third reason? We're cold…we're covered in body fluids…what other reason is there?"

Gil leaned over and whispered in Robert's ear. A slow grin spread over the cop's face. "Oh, yes. Have I told you how much I love that devious mind of yours, araña?"

"Yes. But you can tell me again in the shower."

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Next story in series - The Shower.