Title: Spanky
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick

I cannot believe I'm so stupid. I just had to show off for Grissom. Greg had said the sperm count on the Peeping Tom was low and I just had to put in my two cents about sperm count and masturbation, Jesus, everyone in the entire room stared at me. And then Warrick had to call me Spanky. What was I thinking? Grissom is probably going to think that I'm pathetic and I sit around jacking off all the time.

The rest of this shift was agony. Greg must have told the entire lab about it. Archie even came up to me and asked how my hand was doing these days. Greg yelled out across the hall, in front of God and everybody, "Hey, Nick, if you give me a sample, I can run a sperm count."

God, I just want this shift to be over. Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow night. Nah, they'd all know. Grissom would know.

****

I can't get the mental picture of Nick masturbating out of my head. I was so angry at Warrick for teasing him. He was just trying to show his knowledge and everyone looked at him like he was...well...like he was me.

Now, I can't concentrate on anything. I keep drifting off to fantasyland and Nick is the star. I've pictured him in his bed, in the shower, in my bed, in my shower, even on my living room floor. How sick is that?

God, I just want this shift to be over. Maybe I'll take a vacation day tomorrow. No, Catherine would be calling and wondering what's going on. I never take vacation days.

****

Jim poked his head into Gil's office near the end of the shift. They had caught the Peeping Tom turned rapist, and Jim was ready to celebrate.

"Gil, hey, let's go get a drink or two."

"I don't know, Jim. I'm kind of tired." Gil said with a wry smile.

"Come on, you look like you've had a hard night. Let's blow off some steam." Jim prodded.

"Alright, just let me finish this report. I'll meet you. Where do you want to go?" Gil relented.

"I'll meet you at Jake's." Jim waved and headed down the hall. Jake's was a small bar near the crime lab. Jim and Gil went there on a semi-regular basis. It wasn't affiliated with a casino and it wasn't a meat market, so it was quiet and both men liked that.

Thirty minutes later, Gil walked into Jake's and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Since he and Jim worked the night shift, it seemed pretty normal to them to be having drinks at 8:30 in the morning. Gil spotted Jim at the bar and took the barstool next to him.

"Scotch." Gil said to the bartender.

"And keep 'em coming." Jim piped in.

Gil and Jim talked about the case for a while, then they moved on to current events. After the third drink each, they were saving the world. Gil normally stopped at three, but the night had been so nerve racking with all the images of a very naked, very sexy Nick constantly in his head. After the fifth drink each, the two men were telling off color jokes. After the sixth, Gil had become quiet and had begun to ramble about his life and how his team thought he was reclusive.

"Do you think I'm reclusive?" He asked Jim, his speech slurred from the alcohol.

"Hell, no. You're just a fucking hermit." Jim actually had to lean against the bar for balance.

"Isn't that the same thing?" Gil asked.

Jim burst out laughing. "I don't know, I'm drunk."

Gil downed his seventh scotch of the night and the bartender told both men to go home and sleep it off. He called them cabs and made sure they both were safe inside their cabs before going back in the bar.

"210 Young Meadows." Gil laid his head back and closed his eyes. He wasn't feeling so good.

Gil was still telling himself that he wasn't going to get sick, when the cab stopped.

"That'll be $6.75." The cabbie told him.

Gil fished out his wallet and handed the man a ten. "Thanks."

He stood on the sidewalk for a few minutes and watched the cab pull away. He fished out his keys and stumbled up the path. Funny, he thought, he could not remember a hedge bordering his sidewalk.

"I must be drunker than I thought." He said and lurched up to the door. He tried several times to fit his key in the lock, but it did not seem to fit. He leaned into the door and rested his forehead on the wood. He lost his balance and fell forward into someone's arms when the door was yanked open.

"Gris, you okay? What are you doing here?" Nick was trying to get the older man on his feet, when the smell of the alcohol hit him.

"Whoa, whoa there, big guy." Nick managed to help Gil to the couch.

"Nicky," Gil said through squinted eyes, "what are you doing at my house?"

"Aah, Gris. You're really wasted. You're at my place." Nick sat on the coffee table facing his boss. "How did you get here?"

"Taxi." Gil said and slumped over on the arm of the couch.

Nick just stared at him. He had heard something outside his front door and was actually scared. Ever since Nigel Crane, he was frightened by noises around his house. He had looked through the peep hole and was shocked to see Grissom standing there. He saw Gil lean forward and heard the thump of his forehead hitting the door and that's when he opened it. He had never seen Gil drunk, not even close.

"What am I gonna do with you?" Nick whispered to himself.

"Nicky, I think I'm drunk." Gil mumbled.

"No doubt about that. Let's get you into bed and let you sleep it off." Nick stood and grabbed Gil's hands to pull him to his feet. It took a while to get him down the hallway and into Nick's bedroom.

"Always wanted to get you into bed." Gil mumbled.

Nick almost lost his balance. "What did you say?"

"Can I watch you mas...mastur...jack off?" Gil asked softly. Nick pushed the drunk man down onto his bed and stood there staring with mouth agape.

"Gris, do you know what your saying?" Nick asked incredulously . "Dumb question, you're drunk, of course you don't know what you're saying."

Nick heard a small snore and realized that Gil had passed out.

Nick leaned over and removed Gil's shoes and socks, unbuttoned his shirt and gently removed it. Once he removed Gil's belt, he decided to quit. He could not take seeing Gil in his underwear, it would drive him crazy.

Nick grabbed his other pillow and a quilt from the closet, removed his clothes and bedded down on his couch. He set his watch's alarm to wake him at 4:00. It took a long time for him to fall asleep.

****

Nick's alarm woke him and he was confused to find himself on the couch. He stretched and twisted his neck to get the knick out of it. Then he remembered.

"Shit." Nick jumped off the couch and headed for his bedroom. Not a dream, he thought to himself, as he saw Gil sprawled across his bed. Taking a deep breath, he turned and made his way to his kitchen. He started a pot of coffee and grabbed a Spite out of the refrigerator. After pouring it into a glass, he carried it back to the bedroom.

He squatted down beside the bed, not even thinking that it was a poor position for a man wearing only boxers. The fly gaped open, but Nick's mind was on the man in his bed.

"Grissom." Nick said softly. No response.

"Grissom." A little louder this time.

Gil moaned and turned his head away from the sound. Who was calling his name? Damn, his head felt like a sledgehammer was drilling into it.

"Grissom." That familiar voice again.

Gil turned his head towards the voice and saw Nick. His eyes flew open. Nick. What was Nick doing here? My God, Nick's half naked, Gil's thoughts were incoherent.

"Grissom, you're at my house. You got really drunk last night and showed up here." Nick explained slowly.

Gil eyes went to the ceiling, he closed them quickly. The ceiling fan was going and it made him feel queasy. He carefully moved one leg off the edge of the bed. Once his foot was on the floor, he felt better.

Nick chuckled. "Had to stop the room from spinning, huh?"

Gil just groaned.

Griss, I'm going to help you sit up. I brought you some Sprite, it'll help settle your stomach." Nick stood and placed his arm under Gil's neck. He gently lifted Gil into a sitting position. He held the glass up to Gil's lips and helped him drink a few sips.

"You okay?" Nick asked softly.

Gil stared at him blandly.

"Okay, so maybe that was a dumb question." Nick grinned sheepishly.

"Nick, I need to get to the bathroom." When Nick hesitated, Gil continued, "Now."

"Oh, right." Nick stood and moved out of Gil's way.

"Will you be okay? Do you need any help?" Again, he got the bland look. "Okay, right, I'll just be in here if you need me."

Gil shut the bathroom door and Nick sank down on the bed. He picked up the pillow and hugged it tightly to his chest. He did not know how to handle this whole thing. The things Gil said last night.... Was it just the alcohol talking or did he really.... Nah, Gil was straight. Wasn't he? This pillow smells like Grissom, I may never wash it again.

Nick heard the sound of Gil's urine splashing in the toilet, then the flush. Then a gagging sound, a cough, another flush. Nick put down the pillow and stood up. The door opened and Gil walked out. Well, he actually shuffled out. He went around Nick and flopped down on the bed again and groaned.

"I think I need coffee." Gil mumbled. "And aspirin."

"Sure, don't move. I'll get it." Nick moved quickly out the door.

Gil closed his eyes. He was in Nick's bedroom. Nick was dressed in green silk boxers and he was hung over. What was wrong with this picture. Then his eyes flew open. Surely he didn't do anything stupid. This time when he groaned, it wasn't with physical discomfort.

Nick returned a few minutes later with a mug of coffee and a bottle of aspirin. Gil noted that the boy had still not put on any pants. He tried not to look at the gorgeous body displayed in front of him. He tried to open the child proof cap and after three tries, flung it at Nick. Nick bit his tongue to keep from grinning. Gil noticed.

"Not a word, Nick." Gil said dryly.

"No sir." Nick said quickly.

Nick shook out two of the pills and handed them to Gil. "One more." Gil said.

Nick shook out another one and placed it in Gil's hand. Gil tossed them back and drank a big sip of coffee.

"I'm going to take a shower and then I'll take you home, okay?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, that'll be great." Gil leaned back on the headboard and only then did he realize his shirt, shoes and socks were off. "Nick, did you undress me?"

Nick blushed deeply and nodded, "I just wanted you to be comfortable."

"That's fine. Thanks, ah thank you." Gil was flustered. Could it get any worse, he thought to himself.

Nick went into the bathroom and shut the door. He leaned back against it. This had to be a crazy, fucked-up dream. He exhaled and turned on the shower. Once he was in the shower, his thoughts turned once again to Gil's words earlier. 'Always wanted to get you into bed.' Nick's cock began to harden. He turned down the hot water until the water ran cold. He was not going to live up to the name 'Spanky'. No way, not with Gil in the next room.

While Nick was showering, Gil was imagining him naked, touching himself. All the mental images he had during the shift last night came back in living color. He growled in frustration as his cock hardened. He stood and despite his aching head and rolling stomach, he quickly dressed and when he was done, he paced the room not daring to touch himself.

Nick turned off the cold water and toweled off. He forgot to bring his clothes in the bathroom, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door. Gil was across the room with his back to him. He seemed to be absorbed in a group of pictures on Nick's dresser.

"That's the family." Nick said.

Gil did not turn. "I guessed that, Nick."

Nick bit his lip and made his way over to the dresser. When he came up next to Gil, Gil tensed and turned away. Nick opened his drawer and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and a pair of socks. He tossed them on the bed and opened his closet. He pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a LVPD t-shirt. For a split second, he forgot Gil was in the room, because he was so quiet, and dropped the towel to the floor.

He heard the intake of breath and swung his head up to meet Gil's incredibly blue eyes. Gil turned around to face the wall and said in a strangled voice, "Nick, please get dressed."

Nick rushed to do as the man asked, not daring to say a word.

Nick was about to pull the shirt over his head when he looked back at Gil.. Gil was rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hands, the other was gripping the edge of the dresser so hard that his knuckles were white.

"Gil, I think we need to talk." Nick said quietly.

"No, Nick." Gil said between clinched teeth. "Just hurry and finish dressing so you can take me to my car. I think it's at Jake's."

Nick finished pulling on his shirt and sat to put on his shoes and socks, then showing a bit of temper, he threw one of his shoes against the wall. It made Gil jump and he swung around.

"We need to talk." Nick said with a stubborn set of his jaw.

"Nicky. Nick, please. I'm not able to do this right now." Gil pleaded.

"Do you remember the things you said to me this morning?" Nick asked, standing and moving towards the other man.

Gil closed his eyes and hung his head. Fuck! He had made a fool out of himself, Gil thought.

"No, Nicky. I was really drunk."

"No shit! You got really shit-faced and you show up at my door. Then you tell me that you always wanted to get me in bed." Nick was pacing the room. "You can't play games with me like that. I can't take it."

Gil walked over and sank down on the bed, his hands clasped between his knees. "It's not a game, Nick. I'm sorry to put you in this position. I'll understand if you want to file a sexual harassment suit against me. I'll resign. I'm so sorry."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Nick wheeled and faced him. "Sexual harassment? Are you crazy?" I've waited years for you to notice me. Years, damn it!"

"Nick?" Gil looked up at him questioningly. "What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" Nick countered.

"I am very attracted to you. I think about you in ways that a supervisor should not think about any of his employees, especially another man."

"So, you want to sleep with me." Nick asked, eyes wide.

"I wasn't thinking about sleeping." Gil said dryly. He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Gil, I don't know what to say." Nick spoke so softly that Gil barely heard him.

"You called me Gil. You normally call me Grissom or Griss or Boss."

"I think that finding out someone wants to sleep....well, you know....I think that gives me the right, don't you?" Nick's chin came up, almost like he was daring Gil to dispute him.

Gil stood so he was face to face with Nick. "Well, we've established that I want to 'sleep' with you. But you haven't said how your feel about it."

"I've wanted to be with you for a long time." Nick whispered. "I've wanted to touch you, kiss you...." Nick leaned forward, bringing their lips together for the first time. Gil's lips were hesitant on his. Nick's tongue moved along Gil's bottom lip and Nick gently sucked it into his mouth. Gil's arms went around him and deepened the kiss. Gil tasted of coffee. Nick moaned and his hands gripped Gil's hips at the waistband of his pants.

"Nicky." Gil said breathlessly. "Are you sure?"

Gil's eyes bored into Nick's brown ones. Nick nodded and smiled shyly. "I've never been more sure of anything.

Gil rested his forehead on Nick's. "Funny, when I fantasized about this happening, I was never hung over and in bad need of a shower."

Nick laughed. "Let's go get your car."

"That's a good idea." Gil moved away. Nick turned and sighed.

"Nick?" When Nick looked back at him, Gil said, "I can't wait for tonight's shift to be over."

"Why's that?" Nick asked softly.

"Because once the shift is over, I'm going to take you home and make love to you for hours."

Nick's face lit up and Gil smiled. "You are really something else, you know that?" Gil asked.

"You think I'm something else now, just wait until I get you in bed."

****

Somehow, I have made it through most of the shift without losing my mind. Catherine has asked me several times if I'm okay. I just wanted to scream, "No, I'm not okay, I'm hornier than hell." I had to make Nick go out with Sara on a nasty DB, because I could not stand being in the lab with him. When I handed out assignments, I just wanted to throw him on the table and kiss him soundly. I couldn't get him out of here fast enough.

I sent Catherine and Warrick on small cases and stayed in the lab. I couldn't risk going out on a case and having my mind on Nick's beautiful body.

I'm nervous about today. I really don't know what to expect. What if he's not happy with my body. I'm fourteen years old than he is and I don't work out like he does.

****

I had a rough case tonight. Sara and I worked a DB, it wasn't hard to place the brother-in-law at the scene, so it was wrapped up before end of shift. The wife was devastated that her own brother could kill her husband. This world sucks sometimes. But the case made the night go faster. Only one more hour.

One more hour and I'll have Gil Grissom in my bed, or his bed, whichever he wants. I want him so bad, that I think I've been half-hard all night. Good thing that my vest is long enough to cover any embarrassing bulges.

Warrick called me 'Spanky' every time he saw me tonight. Little does he know. How would he react, I wonder. I've always considered myself straight, except for that one time in college. Okay, it was twice, but who's counting? I don't think Warrick is homophobic, but we'l have to be discreet.

I'm nervous about today. I really don't know what to expect. What if he decides that he doesn't want me after all.

****

Nick waited around until everyone on the night shift had already left for breakfast. They had asked him to go, but he said he had plans. Greg and Warrick teased him about having a date with Rosy Palm, but he just laughed it off. Gil was still in his office, so he went into the locker room to shower and change back into his jeans and t-shirt. He finished dressing and slammed his locker, when Gil appeared in the doorway.

"Just let me shower and we can leave." Gil said shyly.

"Take your time." Nick said, meaning it. He was petrified.

Gil went into the men's showers and stripped down. He showered in record time and put on a pair of jeans. He slipped on his shirt and was buttoning it as he walked back into the locker room.

Nick looked up from the magazine he was reading to kill time. Gil's hair was wet and he looked so good.

"You look great." Nick said softly.

"So do you." Gil smiled back at the younger man. "Let's get out of here."

Once they walked out of the double glass doors into the sunshine, Gil said, "Do you remember how to get to my house?"

"Sure, I drive by there sometimes..." Nick stopped. "It's not like that. I'm not a stalker or anything."

Gil grinned. "It's okay." He said sheepishly. "I've driven by your place a few times too."

Gil got into his Denali and pulled out of the parking lot. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw Nick's Tahoe right behind him. He was about halfway home and realized that he didn't have condoms or lubricant, for that matter. He picked up his cell and flipped through the address book until he got to Nick's name. He heard it ring once and then heard Nick's voice saying 'hello'.

"Nick, I have to swing into the drugstore. It should only take me a minute, so I'll meet you at the house."

"No problem. I'll follow you." Nick said.

"No, that's okay. You don't need to do that." Gil said in a panic. He would be embarrassed to pick up that stuff in front of Nick. It's embarrassing enough on your own.

"It's okay, I don't mind." Nick's Tahoe swung into the parking lot of the strip mall right behind him.

Nick had a good idea what Gil needed at the drug store. He also picked up on the fact that Gil didn't want him follow him into the store. He got a kick out of seeing Gil so unsure of himself. Gil waited at the front door of the drug store for Nick to get out of the SUV. Head down, not meeting Nick's gaze, he headed off towards the back of the store. He really didn't know where the things were, he just assumed that's where they would put those type of items. Sure enough, they were on the same aisle as the feminine hygiene products.

Gil just reached up and grabbed a box of condoms, not even looking at them. Then looked up at the next shelf and was completely awed by the different types of lubricants available, they even had one that was warming.

"Gil, you may want to put those back and get these." Nick held up another box of condoms.

"What? Why?" Gil was flustered.

"You have a box of three glow in the dark condoms. While I'm excited about having sex three times today, I really don't think we need to glow. Do you?" Nick was trying so hard not to laugh.

Gil dropped the box like it was on fire. Nick couldn't hold back, he laughed until his sides ached.

"I'm glad you are so amused." Gil said dryly. His lips were pursed and he looked so embarrassed that Nick felt sorry for him and stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry. Really." Nick lightly touched his arm. "When was the last time you bought condoms?"

"It's been about ten years." Gil met his eyes and Nick saw the uncertainty there.

"It's okay. I'll take care of this." Nick reached up and grabbed a bottle of lubricant and went up to the counter with both items. He tossed a pack of gum on the counter too. The young woman behind the counter rang up the items and flirted outrageously with Nick. Gil stood there, feeling jealous and not understanding why.

****

A few minutes later, both vehicles pulled into the parking spots in front of Gil's townhouse. Gil hurried to open the door and Nick followed more slowly, swinging the bag from the drugstore by the handles. Gil looked quickly around his living room, trying to see it from Nick's eyes. It was sparse and barren, except for his butterfly collection and lots of books. In fact, books, journals and magazines were everywhere. He began picking them up and stacking them on the dining room table.

Nick reached around his waist from behind. "Relax."

Gil stopped and just stood there stiffly. "Nick, I haven't done this in a long time. I'm a bit nervous."

"I passed nervous a long time ago. I'm scared shitless." Nick whispered near Gil's ear.

Gil turned so he faced Nick. He reached up and gently ran his hand down Nick's cheek. Nick must have shaved in the shower, because his cheek was smooth. Gil had forgotten, so he knew he had stubble. Maybe Nick would give him a chance to shave before.... Gil could not finish the thought.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Gil whispered.

"Do you?" Nick whispered back.

"I didn't think something that I wanted so badly would be this hard." Gil leaned his forehead against Nick's.

"We have all day. We can go as slow as you want." Nick suddenly wasn't nervous anymore. He cared so much for this man. This man who is always in control, who was now trembling in Nick's arms.

Nick gripped Gil's hand in his and turned towards the stairs. When he got to the top of the stairs, he turned and asked, "Which room?"

"Second on the left." Gil said quietly.

Nick continued down the hallway and turned into Gil's bedroom. Nick took in his surroundings. Queen size bed, dresser, nightstands with lamps, bookcases crammed with more books. Master bathroom next to what he assumed was the closet.

He turned and pulled Gil back into his arms. He lowered his mouth to Gil's and lightly kissed his lips, then moved down to Gil's neck. He nuzzled, kissed and nibbled on Gil's neck until Gil's breathing became labored. Nick's lips followed Gil's jawline from his ear to his chin and then up to his lips again. He gently stroked Gil's lips and then plunging into Gil's mouth with passion. His tongue curled around Gil's. Someone moaned, Nick didn't know if it was him or Gil.

"Nicky, please take your clothes off. I want to see you." Gil gasped out when they came up for air.

Nick took a step back and quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and sent it flying across the room. He unfastened his jeans and toed off his shoes. Once the shoes and socks were off, the jeans were kicked off and Nick stood there in his boxers. Teasingly, he hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled him off. His cock was hard and dripping. Gil moaned and stepped forward. He reached around Nick to grasp the cheeks of his ass and pulled him forward.

"You are so hot, so beautiful." Gil said into Nick's neck. He licked and bit and kissed. Nick leaned his head back to give him better access.

"Tell me what you want, Gil." Nick said as he let his hands roam up under Gil's shirt. He loved the feel of Gil's skin and wanted it against his.

"I, I...want..." Gil stuttered then stopped.

"What?" Nick asked, then seeing how embarrassed Gil was, he put his hands to both sides of Gil's face. "I'll do anything for you."

"I'd really like for you to.....get yourself off...I want to watch."

Nick's breath caught in his throat. "Really...Is this about the other night...I've never...."

"It's okay if you don't want too. I understand. It's just that since that night, it's all I could think about." Gil stammered.

"Gil, it's okay. I've just never done it in front of someone before. I just have one request."

"What's that?' Gil asked, cocking his head to one side.

"You have to be naked too." Nick began unbuttoning Gil's shirt and slipping it off his shoulders.

"You have a nice body, Gil." Nick said as he unsnapped Gil's jeans and slowly unzipped them. The back of Nick's hand brushed Gil's erection and both men hissed. Gil placed his hands over Nick's and Gil's jeans were tossed on the floor with Nick's.

Nick took a moment to reach behind him and pick up the bag from the drugstore that he had laid on the dresser. He took it over to Gil's nightstand and removed the items. He held out his hand and Gil took it. Nick pulled Gil down on the bed. Nick watched Gil's face as he slowly poured the lubricant into his hand and then wrapped it around his hard cock. Gil's mouth parted and his tongue slowly licked his lips. Nick thought, what a beautiful mouth he has. Nick continued to stroke himself, running his long fingers up and down the thick shaft until he was so close, so turned on by the sight of Gil watching him, that he knew he would be coming soon.

"Gil, I'm so close." Nick panted.

"Come for me, baby." Gil was breathless with desire.

Nick looked down at Gil's hand, which was gripping his own cock so tightly that Nick knew it was probably uncomfortable. He's trying not to come, Nick thought, as his own orgasm hit him like a freight train. The cords on his neck stood out, his back arched and hot cum spurted onto his smooth chest.

"Nicky, God, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Gil, who was on his side, propped up on one elbow, leaned in and kissed Nick gently on the mouth.

"Your turn next." Nick gasped out. His eyes were closed and he was desperately trying to breath. Gil traced a drop of sweat on Nick's forehead.

"Nicky, all you'll have to do is touch me and I'll come." Gil smiled down into Nick's chocolate brown eyes.

"I'm going to do more than touch." Nick growled as he reached behind Gil's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Tongues battled for control, teeth snapped at lips and hands roamed over taunt chests. Nick pushed Gil onto his back.

Nick's fingers trailed down Gil's chest, stopping to rub his thumb across Gil's erect nipples. Gil moaned, "Nick, that is driving me crazy."

Nick smiled a wicked smile and moved down Gil's body to lick the tip of Gil's cock. Gil's hips jerked and he cried out, "God, Nicky, please, I don't want to come yet."

"We've got all day. I'm going to make you come," Nick paused and looked at the box of condoms, "at least three times."

"Nick, I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm 54 years old. Those days are over." Gil said seriously. "Look at you, you're already half hard again, I don't have that kind of stamina."

"The way I see it," Nick swirled his tongue Gil's cock and smiled at Gil's intake of breath, "you have ten years to make up for, so I don't think three or four times is asking for too much." Nick's mouth sunk down until his lips brushed against Gil's soft slightly graying curls.

"Nicky, please." Gil gasped.

"Please, what?" Nick teased. Nick's mouth continued to lick and suck Gil's aching cock.

"Need you inside me." Gil whimpered.

That stopped Nick, he looked up at Gil with desire filled eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Gil reached out and touched Nick's cheek. "I've dreamed of this for a long time."

Nick got to his knees and moved between Gil's slightly parted thighs. After he had opened the box of condoms and removed one, he picked up the bottle of lubricant and poured some into his hand.

His eyes never left Gil's as he slid his finger into the cleft under Gil's testicles. He rubbed gently for a while and then slowly pressed a finger into the tight entrance. Gil moaned, "Feels so good."

He moved the finger in and out slowly, enjoying the look of rapture on Gil's face. Slowly, he added another finger. Gil moaned and lifted his knees to give Nick better access.

With his fingers still embedded deep inside Gil, Nick leaned forward and planted a kiss on Gil's cock and said softly, "Gil? How do you want this, on your back or on your stomach?"

"I want to watch your face." Gil said simply.

Nick smiled down at him and sitting back up, he pulled his fingers out and opened the condom. He rolled it down on his cock and pushed into the relaxed muscle. Gil gasped as the thick head broke through the muscle.

"Relax." Nick crooned. He pushed in a bit more and the look on Gil's face told him when the pain became pleasure and he pushed all the way in.

"Nicky, God, Nicky." Gil's lips parted and his head snapped back as his orgasm hit him. Nick pulled out of the man. "No!" Gil's voice was strangled. "Don't... stop."

"But Gil," Nick started.

"Don't stop, Nick." Gil ordered.

Nick gazed down at Gil's semen dripping down his chest and began to pump his hips, settling into a rhythm older than time. Gil's ass was so tight, Nick was sure he wouldn't last long. Gil felt Nick's cock every time in ran across his prostate and he was amazed to find himself hardening again.

Nick noticed too and slowed his thrusts. He wanted his timing to be perfect. He wanted to make Gil come again. He wanted them to come together. His tight, well built body was straining to hold back. Sweat beaded up on his back and forehead. Gil's breathing became rapid and uneven. Nick's strokes were deep and slow. Only when he was sure that Gil was ready, did he increase his speed.

"Come again, baby. Come for me." Nick panted. He put all his upper body weight on one arm and used the other to cup Gil's balls. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come."

As Nick continued to fuck Gil, he watched the man stroke himself. Gil was right, it was such a turn on to watch.

Gil's hand was moving faster and their eyes locked as Gil screamed out Nick's name and he ejaculated. Nick's hips thrust faster and he followed Gil's orgasm with one of his own. His seed pumping deep into Gil's tight hole. Gil felt the throbbing and the warmth and was sated. Nick pulled out of Gil and removed the condom. He tossed it in the small trashcan next to the bed and flopped down beside Gil.

"Two down and we still have two condoms left." Nick said dreamily as his hand moved over his lover's damp body.

The End.