Title: Surrounded...
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 867
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU and v.fluffy!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: I have been harassed and bullied by maxieroc to write this...

Something scratching at the front door caught Nick’s attention.  He was about to run to the bedroom and retrieve his gun when the door swung open and Gil kind of fell through it...with his suitcase, briefcase and a plastic carrier.  There was a man standing behind him, looking suspicious and menacing and for a split second Nick reconsidered his run to the bedroom.

“Nick, have you got a twenty, I’m short for the cab...prices have gone up since the last time I used a...”  His speech dwindled away at Nick’s confused face.  “I got an earlier flight and I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”  He added by way of explanation.

“’K...hold on.”  Nick addressed the menacing man.   Nick disappeared for a minute or two and then came back with a twenty in his hand and Mr Menacing turned, marginally, into Mr Nice Guy, with his ‘have a nice day’ echoing over his shoulder as he departed.

Nick closed the front door and turned towards his lover, smiling.  “Hey, missed you.”

Gil had dumped his bags and opened his arms for a tight hug.  “God, how I’ve missed you. I always think a little alone time should do us good.  Keep us fresh and on our toes, but that only lasts until I can’t see you anymore when I look back as I make my way to the departure gate.  The theory’s sound but the practice sucks.”

Nick was grinning.

“What have I said now?”

“Nothing; I really have missed you.”  A long, sloppy kiss put paid to any more conversation.

When they broke apart to get some air, Gil still hugged Nick.  “I’m gonna unpack and then take a shower...you want to join me?”

“Doing your unpacking?”

“No, you know what I mean, in the shower.”

“I know.  I think I want you in bed though, not in the shower.”

“I can live with that and I’ll take a very quick shower.”

“Come on then, how did it go?”  Nick grabbed the suitcase.

“Very well indeed.  I was headhunted.”

Nick stopped in his tracks.  “Who by?  Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was saving it to tell you...it was the University of Utah in Salt Lake City, they don’t have a Forensic Science department but it’s apparently a growth area...all these TV shows.  Anyway, they’ve asked me to do a...feasibility study, I suppose it could be called, about what would be needed in terms of faculty and equipment.  Then the suits will do the number crunching.

“A lot of the work, the research, report writing, could be done right here.  And it would be a very lucrative little project.”

“Sounds good.  Have you said you’ll do it?”

“Of course not.”  Gil sounded quite indignant.  “I wouldn’t commit to anything without discussing it with you.”

“Well, that’s the right answer, Dr Grissom.”  Nick leaned into Gil and kissed him.  “What if your little project gets off the ground though, will they then want you to teach?”

“No idea.  It could take years anyway, so we’ll cross that bridge...”

“If it’s going to earn money, they’ll want it up and running asap.”

“Possibly; but it’ll still be a way off...what about this shower and bed?”

“Yeah, come on.”

Gil undressed and disappeared into their bathroom as Nick  started to unpack.  He smiled to himself.  The case was packed properly and he wondered if there was any other man anywhere who packed his suitcase so neatly and methodically when they on their way home...when most of the stuff was destined for the laundry basket.  He’d finished the task as Gil emerged from the bathroom, damp, and with a towel wrapped around his waist and a not inconsiderable tent in said towel.

“What’s with the modesty?”

“Didn’t want to frighten you with the big one eyed monster.”  He removed the towel with a flourish to expose a bobbing and engorged dick.  “What’s with your clothes?”

“Been busy emptying your suitcase...what a mess that was!”

“Really?  It must have gotten messed up on the fli...you’re joking.  Take your clothes off immediately and make amends to me, Nicholas Stokes.”

“Okay, okay, don’t boss me around.”

“Someone’s got to...oh, yes...”  In seconds Nick had pulled his tee over his head and then pushed down his sweats and underpants and stepped out of them. 

They both reached for each other at the same moment and Gil walked Nick backwards towards the bed.

When they’d calmed down and their breathing had returned to normal, Nick cuddled up against Gil, warm and sated.

“Missed you.  Missed this.”

“And me.  Nick?”

“Mmmm?”

“Did you think I hadn’t noticed your new goatee?”

Nick chuckled.  “Nah...you notice everything.”

“I do, that’s true.”  Gil earned himself a poke in the ribs.  “Ow.  It’s a good look, you keeping it?”

“Don’t know, might do; it’s messy having to shave around it.”

“You know what I really liked?”  Gil looked at Nick, his eyes shining a really bright blue despite the dimness of the room.

“What?”

“When I looked down at you when you had me in your mouth, my hard-on was surrounded by your mouth and your goatee...I think I would be right in saying it was a truly orgasmic moment...”

The End