Title: Lovin' a Texan
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick

It started after Christmas. Gil noticed the difference in the way Nick acted around him. Oh, he was still professional and did his job well, but he started asking Gil to dinner, or to see an old movie playing at the classic theater across town. Once he had even showed up at Gil's house with a $40 bottle of scotch and food from a gourmet takeout place. It just seemed to Gil like Nick was pursuing him.

Gil couldn't figure out how Nick found out that Gil was more interested in men than women. It wasn't like he made any moves on Gil, other than a casual touch between friends, but Nick had dropped some mighty big hints. On the way to a crime scene, Nick had casually pointed out a gay bar and told Gil that he loved to go there to dance. He had asked Gil to get something out of his locker for him, and Gil had found a Blue Boy magazine tucked inside.

Gil adored Nick. He had almost lost him a few times, and couldn't imagine life without Nick in it, but had never even dreamed that Nick wanted anything more than friendship and a good professional relationship.

Gil was sitting at his desk pondering this whole strange series of events, when the subject of his thoughts strode into his office. Without being asked, Nick sat down in the chair across from Gil and asked. "Griss, I need next Friday off, some of my old fraturnity bros are coming up to Vegas."

Gil flipped his desk calendar up and checked to see who was on the schedule. "That's my day off, but I'll switch off nights with you."

"Great, thanks Griss. I'm supposed to be off on Wednesday."

"No problem." Gil made a few notes on his calendar and shut it. He looked up and Nick had not moved, in fact he had crossed his ankle over his thigh and appeared to be very relaxed. Which made Gil suddenly nervous.

"There's this special on the Discovery Channel tonight about bees. I was just wondering if you wanted to come watch it with me, I'll even make dinner."

"Nick, I don't think..." Gil started

"Please. Just think about it."

"Fine." Gil said finally. "Don't you have some work to do?"

"Right away, Boss." Nick stood and turned to go. He had got to the doorway, when he called over his shoulder, "I'll be cooking steaks tonight. 6:00."

Gil was wondering what the hell he was doing on Nick's doorstep at 6:00. He almost turned away, but Nick opened the door.

"Good, you're here. Dinner will be ready in a few." Nick motioned him in and shut the door. Nick chatted all during dinner, and it didn't seem to bother him at all that Gil rarely spoke. Gil helped Nick clean the kitchen and Gil made himself comfortable on the couch while Nick located the remote control. Gil was amused that Nick finally found it in his bathroom.

Nick sat down right next to Gil. Their thighs were touching and Nick even put his arm on the back of the couch behind Gil's head.

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

Nick's thigh pressed into Gil's. "Really, what about?" Nick sounded so innocent that Gil had a brief thought that he was imagining this whole scenario.

"This. Us. You." Gil couldn't seem to get a complete sentence out, since Nick's fingers were caressing the nape of Gil's neck.

"Is there an us?" Nick asked softly. "Because if there isn't, I want there to be."

"Nick, I really don't think you've thought this out. I'm a lot older than you. We work together, I'm your supervisor for God's sake."

Nick's fingers dipped into the collar of Gil's shirt, causing Gil to shiver. "Nick, this isn't going to happen."

Nick moved his hand to his lap and hit the play button on the remote.

They watched the show in silence. Nick did not make another move and Gil realized that he was disappointed.

After the credits rolled, Nick stood and stretched. Gil stood too and said, "I'd better go. I'll see you at work."

That shift was the longest Gil had ever had. Nick seemed to be everywhere he looked. He felt like a teenager with his first crush. He felt ridiculous and happy all at the same time.

For the next two days, Nick didn't stop by, didn't call, didn't ask him to go anywhere or do anything. At work, Nick was his usual self. He flirted with the receptionist, he traded insults with Warrick, and he teased Greg. He didn't say much to Gil at all. Gil was not happy.

His Wednesday night off was uneventful, he went to see an old movie, watched a PBS special and read. He was glad to go back to work.

On his night back, Gil frustration level had reached an all time high. Catherine even said something about his mood. He was confused at this feeling, one part of him had wanted Nick to back off, another part, apparently the stupid part, wanted to take the young Texan in his arms and well....he clinched his fist as he headed towards the trace lab. He needed to get his mind back to work.

The object of his frustrated thoughts was in the trace lab. He had his back to the door and was talking on his cell phone. Gil did not mean to eavesdrop, in fact he was going to make his presence known, but Nick's next words stopped him.

"Course I'm up for it....Right.....It's right off the strip, you can't miss it....Yeah.......It's called the Stud Farm" Nick laughed. "Right, I know you are....No way, man....Damn right, I just have to dust them off." More laughter. "Alright, see ya at the hotel around 7:00, that way we can eat before we go....Yeah, it doesn't start jumping until around 9:00 anyway...Don't worry, I'm sure there will be lots of cowgirls there....No, look but don't touch....Hey, it's not my fault ya'll are married...Right, that'll be the day...Bye." Nick clicked his cell phone shut and Gil cleared his throat and pretended he just walked in.

"Nick, did Brass find your witness in the hit and run?"

"Not yet. But you know Brass. It won't be long now."

"Right." Gil turned his attention to his own case's evidence.

Nick left the trace lab without saying anything else. Gil missed the look of longing Nick gave him as he exited the room. Nick had heard about Gil's moodiness the last few days, and had even witnessed it a few times. He was hoping by cooling off some, that it would make Gil realize how much he had to lose by not being with Nick.

****

Friday night's shift started out slow. Gil had sent Warrick and Greg on a DB and Sara out to take evidence on an attempted rape. Catherine was in the lab working on finishing up her report from the night before. Gil watched the clock. At 9:00, he went to find Catherine.

"Cath?"

"Yeah?"

"I've got to run a personal errand. I don't know how long I'll be gone, just call if you need me. Okay?"

"Sure." She said, not even looking up from the form she was filling out.

Gil drove the Denali past the dance club called the Stud Farm at least three times before pulling into the parking lot. He sat in the SUV for a short while, watching people dressed in western clothing and cowboy hats going into the door.

He would just go in, and check the place out. He just wanted to see Nick. He would be careful and not let Nick see him. By the looks of the crowd, that would be easy to do. Taking a deep breath, he got out of the SUV and headed for the front door. The bouncer at the door looked down at him from his 6'6" frame and asked for the cover charge. Gil paid his five dollars and entered the loud, dark, smoke-filled room.

Country music was probably Gil's least favorite music next to rap and hip hop, but he did have to admit, it made you want to tap your feet. He stood just inside the door, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting and got his bearings. He located the main bar, the dance floor and a mechanical bull area over near the back of the large, warehouse sized room.

Gil knew he looked out of place because of his khaki slacks and dark polo, but that couldn't be helped. He'd just get a drink and keep his eyes open for Nick.

At the crowded bar, Gil ordered a Coke. The bartender raised his eyebrows, but splashed it in a short glass anyway. "You the D.D. tonight?"

"Excuse me?" Gil asked, handing the man a five dollar bill.

"Designated driver, you know?"

"Oh, no. I'm actually on a break from work." Gil answered and the bartender pushed the five back at him.

"D.D.'s drink free, so tonight you can be one." The bartender smiled and went over to the beer taps to fill some mugs.

Gil took his five and his Coke and wondered towards the dance floor. And that is when he saw him. Gil almost dropped his Coke and his mouth went incredibly dry.

Nick was already on the dance floor. Gil had watched enough television to recognize a line dance, but he paid no attention to any of the other dancers. Nick was dressed in jeans so tight, Gil thought they should be illegal. His black western shirt was unbuttoned to mid-chest, he was wearing cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat. Nick's thumbs were hooked in his front belt loops and he was grinning. Gil watched in wonder as Nick kicked and stomped and shuffled in perfect beat with the twangy song.

Gil's own pants felt uncomfortably tight as he watched Nick until the song ended. Nick joined a group of five other men at a table right off the dance floor. Nick poured himself a beer from the large pitcher in the middle of the table and leaned back in his chair. The men were talking animatedly and laughing a lot as Gil observed. Gil counted at least five pitchers of beer had been drained by the six men.

Gil also observed that several young women came up to the table at various times and picked out one of Nick's friends to dance. Gil don't know how long he stood there, but he did notice that Nick only danced to the line dances and not any couple style dances. Several girls had looked very disappointed when Nick had shook his head, but he would just give them his 100 watt smile and their frowns would disappear. It did not stop them from pressing slips of paper into Nick's hand or his shirt pocket as they walked away. Gil felt a shot of jealously.

A booming voice came over the loud speaker that karaoke was starting by the main stage. Gil looked around and found, what he assumed to be, the main stage. He wondered what made normal people want to make fools of themselves by singing, usually very badly, in front of a group of strangers.

He turned back to Nick's table and it was empty. He looked around in a panic, he could not allow Nick to spot him. His eyes scanned the dance floor, but it was empty due to the line of people waiting sing karaoke. That's when he spotted them. They were in the line. Gil smiled to himself. This should be good. Six drunk Texans singing karaoke was something that he wished he could get on video.

The first few people were horrible, but the crowd did not seem to mind. Most really didn't seem to be paying attention anyway. Soon it was their turn. Gil watched the six younger men shoving each other and laughing like school boys until they took the stage. The music started and Gil was surprised at how good they were. Apparently, they had done this before.

All my exes live in Texas
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my exes live in Texas...

The men each took a part and sang the chorus together. The crowd was really getting into it. Gil finally had a good look at all of Nick's friends and knew why the young ladies were clapping so hard. All the men were very good looking. He had not realized that he had been drawn closer to the stage until his eyes went back to Nick and realized the Nick's eyes were on him.

Gil panicked. He just turned and walked away quickly. He paused only to sit his glass down on an empty table and he was out the door. He sucked in breaths of the cool, night desert air and headed for his SUV.

He heard a voice call out his name and was very tempted to slam the door and peel out of the parking lot, but something made him wait. Nick's appeared next to the open driver's door.

"Griss, what are you doing here."

"I...I don't really know." Gil stared straight ahead, not daring to look at Nick.

"Were you looking for me?" Nick asked.

"No...yes...look Nick, I just need to get back to work. Maybe we can talk about this later." Gil turned the key in the ignition.

"Turn the truck off." Nick's voice had a tone that Gil was not familiar with. It almost sounded like an order. Gil obeyed.

"Wait right here. I'm going back inside for a second, when I come back out, we're going to talk." Nick said in that same tone, "Don't leave."

He heard Nick's feet on the pavement as he walked rapidly away. It would be so easy to start the engine and go back to work. He had already been gone too long. He would just tell Nick that he had been paged. His hand went to the key, but stopped. No, this probably should be settled once and for all.

Nick returned a few minutes later. He motioned for Gil to unlock the passenger door and he got in.

"Let's go."

"Go?" Gil questioned.

"Yeah, just drive." Nick said softly.

Neither spoke until Gil had left the parking lot. Gil spoke first, "How many phone numbers did you get tonight?"

"Does it matter?" Nick asked, turning in the seat so he could see his face.

"Nicky, I meant what I said, but I just don't know if this...this relationship can't work. I'm older and you're...well you're you. You walk into a room and people give you their phone numbers. You could have anyone and...."

"Pull over." Nick's voice was like steel and Gil didn't think, he just pulled over. "Stop the truck."

"What's...." Gil started.

"Stop the fucking truck." Nick roared. Gil turned off the ignition. He had never seen Nick like this.

"I'm getting sick and tired this fucking game. I want to be with you. You want me, I know you do. So what if you are older. So what if we work together. God damn it, Gil, I almost died last year. When that happens to a person, they realized that life is too fucking short to waste time wishing for things. You just go for it. What are you really afraid of, Griss?

Gil was shocked at Nick's display of temper. Nick rarely raised his voice and even rarely cursed. Gil met Nick's eyes and said simply, "I'm afraid you'll leave me when something better comes along."

Nick let the words hang in the air a long time before he spoke. "Then you don't know me at all."

Gil hung his head, his fists so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles were white. "Nick, this shouldn't have happened. I overheard your phone conversation and knew you'd be there tonight. I just wanted to see you. I just wanted to..." Gil trailed off.

"Griss, just take me back to the club. You go back to work and when you're ready to live instead of exist, you come see me." Nick stared out the passenger side window as he spoke.

Gil started the engine and turned around. He pulled up to the door of the club and Nick got out, slammed the door and never looked back.

Gil drove slowly back to work, but once he got there, he found his mind couldn't concentrate on anything. He put in his time, went through the motions, but the whole time, all he thought about was Nick.

He did care for him. He wanted him. He wanted to take him to bed and make love for hours. Maybe he even loved the younger man. He wasn't even sure he would recognize love if it bit him on the ass.

Catherine came in his office and asked him out to breakfast. He shook his head, "No, I've got something I really need to do, before it's too late."

Catherine looked at him quizzically. "What?"

"Never mind." He gave her a sad smile. "I'll see you tonight."

She looked at him for a few more seconds before heading for the locker room.

Thirty minutes later, Gil was parked outside of Nick's house. He took a deep breath and walked up the sidewalk. Gil rang the doorbell and looked around the quiet neighborhood while he waited. Several minutes had gone by, and Gil began to wonder if Nick had gone home with one of the 'cowgirls'.

He had turned to go, when the door opened. Nick looked rough. His hair was sticking out in all directions, he had razor stubble and the sweat pants he wore were obviously left over from his college days. What drew Gil's eyes, was the bare chest. He just stared.

"Griss?"

"Nick, I need...can I come in?" Gil was suddenly very nervous and his palms had begun to sweat.

"Sure." Nick turned and walked back in the house. Gil followed, shutting the door behind him.

"You were right. Life is too short. I do want you. Very much." Gil said softly.

Nick just stood there. Gil swallowed hard.

Nick slowly smiled, the smile turned into a grin. "I had this whole thing pictured in my mind, and me being hung over, unshaven, smelling like cigarette smoke and having morning breath was not in my scenario."

Gil smiled. "You look great to me."

Nick blushed. "Why don't you have a seat, and I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Okay." Gil sat down on the couch and watched Nick head down the hallway. The sweat pants were slung low on his hips and Gil bit down on his lip to keep from moaning. Even the man's back was gorgeous, surely some part of his anatomy was not perfect.

****

Nick showered in record time. He combed his hair, brushed his teeth and raced back to his bedroom to throw on a pair of jeans. He had reached for a clean t-shirt in the closet, when he pulled his hand back. No, he had seen the way Gil was looking at his chest, besides, if things went his way, he wouldn't be needing a shirt anyway. He was grinning to himself when he exited his bedroom.

Gil was still sitting in the same spot, but he had found the remote control and was watching a Pink Panther cartoon. Nick loved his satellite dish, because he could pick up old cartoons and great classic movies.

"I didn't picture you as a cartoon kind of guy." He teased.

"The Pink Panther isn't just any cartoon." Gil looked up and his mouth dropped open. Nick was only wearing jeans and he hadn't even fastened them. His hair was still wet and there were water droplets on his smooth chest.

"God, Nick, you're... you're..." Gil was at a loss for words.

"Hot, sexy, a studmuffin...?" Nick was grinning at Gil's obvious discomfort.

"All those and more." Gil stood up. "Nick, I'm kind of at a loss here. It's been a very long time since I've been with anyone."

Nick flashed him his most charming smile. "Griss, why don't I make us some breakfast and we'll just see what happens."

Gil licked his lips and nodded. "That would be great."

Gil sat on a barstool and watched Nick make breakfast, he made toast, ham and cheese omelets and Gil was surprised to see him cut up a fresh cantaloupe. Gil really expected to see nothing in Nick's refrigerator but beer and leftover pizza, but when Nick had opened it to get his supplies out, Gil had glimpsed a block of cheese, a bag of salad greens, milk, and an assortment of other 'normal' things. Of course, one whole shelf was designated for beer.

Nick talked non-stop while he cooked. He told Gil about his friends from the night before. Three were engineers, one was running the family cattle ranch in west Texas and one was an attorney. All were married and three of them had children.

Nick took the two plates to the dining room table and shoved his laptop out of the way. Gil followed and sat down at one of the places. Nick went back into the kitchen and called out, "Milk, Coke or apple juice?"

"Apple juice." Gil answered and Nick returned a few seconds later with a tall University of North Texas cup that he sat down in front of Gil and a can of Coke.

"That is going to rot your stomach." Gil commented, pointing towards the Coke.

"It's an addiction." Nick grinned as he took a big swallow.

They ate in silence for a few minutes and then Gil spoke. "Nick, it's been a really long time since I've been with anyone. Honestly, when it comes to men, I'm not...I'm..." Gil hesitated than blurted, "Are you a top or bottom?"

Nick blushed as he stared at the man across from him.

"I want to tell you something." He paused, took another gulp of Coke and said, "I really haven't been with anyone in a long time either. See, I was in high school and Bobby McGuire and I watched each other jack off. I thought it was kind of exciting, ya know? Then, my junior year, my frat brother, Steve, and I got really wasted one night and we...well we wanted to know what it felt like to have another man give us head, so we argued about who would go first, both thinking that the other would chicken out once he got his rocks off. So, we...we did the whole sixty-nine thing. And the only other time I've been with a man, was in Dallas, I went to a gay bar, just to check it out, ya know? This guy invited me to his place for a drink and we just rubbed against each other and gave each other blowjobs. So, you see, I'm not that experienced and I really don't know how to answer your question. Which are you?"

Gil had been listening to Nick ramble nervously with rapt attention. He knew how embarrassing it had been for Nick to disclose all of that, and he really didn't understand why, but he felt he should share his history too.

"I've never gotten further than touching and oral sex myself, Nick. I've just never found someone that I trust enough to let go any further. I've fantasized about being both, I suppose."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" Nick and Gil stared into each other's eyes and when Gil saw the desire flare up in Nick's, he stood up. Nick stood so fast, his chair almost fell backwards. They were wrapped in each other's arms a second later. Gil's mouth was on Nick's and Nick pushed his tongue inside Gil's hot mouth. Gil moaned and let his hands roam over Nick's bare back.

"Nick, bedroom?"

Nick took his lips away from Gil's neck reluctantly. He grabbed Gil's hand and pulled him down the short hallway.

Nick's bed was rumpled and laundry was on the floor. Nick groaned, "Sorry about the mess."

"Nick, I really don't give a fuck about your housekeeping. I want to see you naked." Gil began unbuckling his belt.

Nick grinned and it only took a second for the jeans to hit the floor. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and Gil just stopped and stared. Nick's legs were long and muscular, but Gil was transfixed on Nick's erection.

Suddenly bashful at being completely naked in front of his boss, Nick blushed but made no move to cover himself.

"Gil, you're overdressed." Nick said and moved to stand in front of Gil. His hands came up and pulled the shirt from Gil's pants. His hands moved over the warm skin of Gil's stomach.

Gil reached down and grabbed the ends of his shirt and whipped if over his head. Nick's hands moved up to Gil's chest and he ran his thumbs over Gil's nipples. Gil leaned in and captured Nick's mouth. Gil's hands roamed Nick's chest and stomach, he reached behind to cup his ass and pulled him into his pelvis. He felt Nick's erection pushed into his through the fabric of his pants.

Nick moaned and his mouth left Gil's to move down to his neck. By this time both men were panting. Nick reached between them to unbutton Gil's pants and he pushed them down on Gil's hips. His hand reached down the front and wrapped around Gil's hard shaft.

Gil thrust into Nick's hand automatically. Blue eyes sought brown ones. Gil pushed his pants down the rest of the way and groaned when he realized he had forgotten to take off his shoes. He pushed them off with his toes and pushed Nick down on the bed at the same time. His socks were hastily discarded and he knelt on the bed, looking down at Nick.

Nick's hand came up and pulled Gil down so he was on top of Nick. Gil used his arms to take some of his weight off Nick, but his hips were pressed into Nick's, allowing their cocks to rub together.

Since Nick's hands were free, he used one to clasp both cocks together and the other to wrap around Gil's neck and pull him down for another kiss. Nick rolled so that Gil was underneath him.

The two men touched and tasted each other. Each wanting to find what turned the other on. Gil discovered that the small of Nick's back, right before the rise of his ass, was a very sensitive area. Nick found that if he bit down lightly on Gil's nipples, that Gil's back would arch and he would whimper incoherently.

Nick left Gil's nipples to kiss slowly down his stomach. When he reached Gil's bellybutton, he swirled his tongue inside, causing Gil to laugh and beg him to stop.

"So, Dr. Gil Grissom is ticklish." Nick teased.

"Revenge will be so sweet, Nicky." Gil teased right back. Nick loved this side of Gil, this was a side he had never seen.

Gil gasped and forgot all thoughts of revenge when Nick moved lower and captured the head of his cock in his mouth.

"Oh God, Nicky. You're going to....have to....stop. I won't be....able to hold back." Gil panted as Nick's mouth continued to devour Gil's cock. Nick squeezed Gil's balls lightly and rolled them around in his hand. His tongue found a sensitive area on the underside, right at the base and he nibbled there. Gil just about came off the bed. He cried out Nick's name and Nick barely had time to take him back in his mouth before Gil came. Nick felt the thick, saltiness on the back of his throat and he swallowed it all. That was a first for him. He had never let anyone come in his mouth before.

Gil lay there gasping for breath. Nick rose to his knees and kissed a trail back up to Gil's face. Gil opened his eyes when he sensed Nick's eyes watching him.

"You called out my name when you came." Nick looked down at him in wonderment.

"Is that a good thing?" Gil smiled.

"Yeah, that's a good thing." Nick kissed him again.

Gil reached down and stroked Nick's still hard cock. "It's your turn."

Nick moaned, "You keep doing that and my turn will be over real soon."

Gil pushed Nick's shoulders down, so that he was flat on his back. Gil got on his knees and leaned over to take Nick into his mouth. Nick moaned, he reached down and ran his fingers through Gil's thick hair. Nick found he could not speak as Gil applied suction to the head of his cock, as he stroked the entire shaft with his hand.

Nick whimpered and gasped as Gil took one of his testicles into his mouth. "Gil, please, baby, please don't tease."

Gil did exactly that, he licked Nick's inner thighs, gently sucked on Nick's balls, and batted Nick's hand away when Nick tried to stroke himself. Gil knew that Nick was getting frustrated and wanted release, but he wanted to draw this out. He loved exploring Nick's body. He pushed Nick's thighs apart and licked the area under Nick's balls.

Nick's reaction caused Gil to smile wickedly. Gil had found Nick's weakness and revenge was his, as he licked, kissed and nibbled that spot. Nick's cock was leaking pre-cum onto his stomach and a fine sheen of perspiration covered his face and chest.

"Gil, please. I need...to come."

"Need or want?" Gil teased.

Nick groaned. "Okay, you've... had your... revenge."

Gil's eyes once again met Nick's and he never looked away as he took Nick deep into his mouth and grazed his teeth over the entire length of Nick's cock and then tightened his mouth and rolled his tongue around the head. Nick bucked and screamed, "Fuck, oh God, God." His cum flooded Gil's waiting mouth. Gil released Nick's softening cock and crawled up to lie beside him. Nick turned his face to Gil's, and he reached over and caught the drop of cum at the corner of Gil's mouth.

"You missed some." Nick brought his finger to his own mouth and licked it off, tasting himself. Gil thought that was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.

"God, Nicky, you are so fucking sexy." Gil's fingers brushed Nick's damp hair back from his forehead and kissed him lightly on the lips. Both men closed their eyes and entwined their hands. Gil reached down and pulled the sheets and comforter up to cover them and kissed Nick again as they both drifted off.

They slept the rest of the day and into the early evening. Gil awoke first and watched Nick sleep. Nick slept on his stomach, with one leg bent. The sheet had rode down so that it barely covered his ass, leaving his back completely bare.

Quietly, Gil got up and used the bathroom. He looked in Nick's medicine cabinet for a new toothbrush and finding none, decided that after the body fluids they had shared, sharing a toothbrush wouldn't be that big a deal. After brushing his teeth, he slipped out of the bedroom and still naked, went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Once it was brewing, he went back to the bedroom and carefully got back into bed.

Trying not to wake Nick yet, he slid the sheet down, exposing Nick's muscular ass. He ran his tongue down the cleft of Nick's ass until he came to the tight opening. He licked the pucker and heard Nick moan. Knowing that Nick was waking, Gil used his hands to spread the cheeks until he could see Nick's entrance. He licked and pushed his tongue in as far as it would go.

"Feels so good." Nick whispered. He had never had someone be so intimate with him. Right then, he know that he wanted Gil inside him.

He raised his knees up, giving Gil complete access to his tight hole. Gil brought his finger up and rubbed against the opening.

"Gil, I have some lubricant in my nightstand."

"Are you sure, Nicky?" Gil knew he was being given a gift and he didn't want Nick to have any regrets.

"Very sure." Nick whispered.

"Gil reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Inside he found a unopened box of condoms and a small bottle of lubricant. He grabbed both and laid the lubricant down on the bed while he broke the seal on the box of condoms.

"Gil, I don't want you to use those." Nick said as he gazed at the man he thought he was falling in love with.

"Nick, I don't think that would..."

"Gil, for once, just don't think."

Gil tossed the box of condoms towards the nightstand, but it bounced off onto the floor. He picked up the lubricant and squeezed some out onto his fingers. He tossed the lubricant in the same general vicinity of the condoms and turned all his attention back to Nick.

He began by rubbing his finger gently back and forth over the puckered hole, then he ran his hand up the length of Nick's cock. He knew that Nick was focused on the feeling of Gil's hand on his cock, and while that held his focus, Gil inserted his finger. Nick tensed for a second and then moaned in pleasure.

Gil slowly moved his finger inside of Nick, feeling for the small gland that would give Nick intense pleasure. When he found it, Nick's eyes widened and words just tumbled out of his mouth, causing Gil to chuckle.

"Jesus, Sweet Jesus. Damnfeelssofuckinggood. Can't wait....your dick...God Almightly."

Gil removed his finger, Nick moaned in frustration, Gil inserted two this time. Nick threw his head back and gripped the sheets tightly with his clinched fists.

"Are you doing okay, Nicky?"

"Oh, hell yeah." Nick gasped. Gil noticed that Nick's Texas accent was becoming more prominent, the more stimulated he was. He wondered briefly what he would be like when his cock was deep inside of him.

Gil worked his fingers in and out. He used his thumb to massage the small area right under Nick's testicles, the same area that had driven Nick crazy earlier that morning. Gil used his other hand to cup and lightly squeeze Nick's sack.

Gil was enjoying watching Nick writhe and moan. Even though the air conditioning was working fine, Nick was bathed in sweat. His breathing was erratic and he was whimpering nonsensical words.

Gil took his hand away from Nick's balls, but continued to finger fuck him. His thrusts were not slow and gentle, but fast and hard. Gil adjusted himself so his knees were up against the backs of Nick's thighs. He gripped his cock with his hand and used it to guide the head of his cock right up to Nick's opening. Slowly, he slid his fingers out and nudged the head of his cock past the tight muscle.

Nick cried out, "Oh God, Gil. Hurts...stop..."

Gil froze. "Okay, baby, I'll stop."

"No, don't." Nick panted. "Please."

Gil was torn and didn't move. Suddenly Nick shifted and thrust his hips forward, pushing Gil further inside of him. "Ahhh, yesyesyes."

Gil smiled down at Nick. "You're killing me, Nicky."

Nick grinned up at him. "Just fuck me senseless."

Gil pushed until he was buried completely inside Nick. He looked down to see their bodies joined and felt light-headed with desire for this young, brash, gorgeous, fuckable man. He pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside of Nick and then thrust back with a bit more force. Both men grunted. Gil pulled back out again and gripped Nick's legs under his knees and lifted, which gave him a better angle and this time when he pushed in, the head of his cock rubbed over Nick's prostate. Nick screamed as his orgasm ripped through him. His cum spurted onto his stomach and chest as he bucked beneath Gil.

Gil felt Nick's muscles contract around his cock. He increased his rhythm to reach his own climax. His eyes were locked with Nick's when he went over the edge. "Love you, Nicky." Nick could feel the heat inside of him as Gil emptied himself. He watched Gil's face flush, the cords in his neck were standing out and the hands that gripped his legs were so tight, they were almost painful.

Gil relaxed his hold on Nick's legs and leaned back slightly so his cock could slip out. Nick lowered his legs out flat on each side of Gil and held out his arms. "Come here." Nick's voice was almost a whisper.

Gil moved into Nick's arms and rolled to his left, so all his weight wasn't on Nick. They were on their sides, facing each other, arms entwined. Nick kissed Gil, slowly, running his tongue along the inside of Gil's mouth, exploring. After a moment, he pulled back slightly so he could look at Gil.

"Gil, did you mean what you said?" Nick bit his lip, praying Gil gave him the right answer.

"I love you, Nick." Gil's eyes were bright with emotion. "I've never said those words to another human being except my mother."

A single tear ran down Nick's cheek. "Hey, if I knew it was going to make you cry, I would have just called out your name again when I came." Gil teased.

Nick smiled ruefully. "Sorry, didn't mean to go all 'girlie' on you. It's just that, I've waited so long to hear those words from you."

Gil kissed Nick chastely on the lips. He rolled over onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling. "Nick, we will need to be careful."

"You're talking about work, aren't you?" Nick turned on his side to face Gil. He put his hand flat on Gil's chest and felt his heart beating.

"Yes." Gil answered, he covered Nick's hand with his.

"Nothing will change at work, I promise. And no one will find out." Nick said.

Gil actually laughed, "Nick, no one would believe you would be having a 'gay' affair with me, of all people."

"It does sound a bit far-fetched, doesn't it?" Nick chuckled.

The two men got up and raided the refrigerator. After eating a salad and some home-made soup, made for Nick by his elderly neighbor, Gil glanced at his watch.

"I have to go, Nick. It's already 7:00 and I have to get home, shower and I promised Catherine I'd take care of her continuing education paperwork."

"Well, I guess I'll see you at work tonight then." Nick was obviously as reluctant as he was for their time together to end.

Nick walked him to the door and they kissed again, before it could get heated, Gil backed off. Nick shut the door and leaned against it. He closed his eyes and relived every single moment since Gil knocked on his door this morning. He smiled and whistled a Dolly Parton tune all the way to his bathroom, where he showered, shaved and brushed his teeth. When he was done, he realized that he had three hours before his shift started. He was putting on his jeans when he saw Gil's wallet sitting on his dresser. He'd have to take it to him. It wouldn't take long to run it over to Gil's house and then he could stop by Greg's and play a few games of Medal of Honor before work.

Twenty minutes later he was knocking on Gil's door. He waited for awhile and knocked again. He turned and looked into the driveway. Gil's car was there. He rang the doorbell this time and waited. He was ready to push the doorbell again, when the door was opened. Gil was wearing a blue, terry-cloth bathrobe, which Nick noticed made his eyes even more beautiful.

"Nick?"

"You left your wallet. Figured you might need it." Nick handed the wallet to Gil. Gil took the wallet and before he knew what hit him, he was against the wall inside his foyer with an obviously horny Texan's tongue down his throat.

"Your eyes....are beautiful...should...wear...blue more often." Nick said between kisses. His hands were inside of Gil's robe and somehow the belt had come untied. Nick reached down and fisted Gil's cock, which hardened almost immediately.

"Nicky, Baby..." Gil couldn't find a coherent thought in his head. He just went along for the ride. He unfastened Nick's jeans and pushed the zipper down. He reached in and pulled out Nick's hard cock. He felt the wetness and moaned. He needed Nick, he wanted him inside of him. That thought froze him and all his muscles tensed. Nick sensed the change and drew back.

"Gil, is something wrong?" Nick's brown eyes were worried.

"No, God no. I just realized that I wanted you inside me, Nicky." Gil bit his lip as he waited for Nick's reaction. "Now."

Nick slipped the robe off Gil and turned the man towards the wall. He kissed the back of his neck and gripped Gil's hips tightly. He trailed kisses down Gil's back and made his way down to Gil's ass. Nick settled himself on his knees and parted Gil's cheeks. He gazed at Gil's puckered hole and slowly licked his tongue across the opening. Gil groaned and Nick began to run his tongue around and around. Finally sticking his tongue inside as far as it would go. Nick tasted the muskiness that was Gil and closed his eyes. Gil was whimpering and telling him to hurry.

Nick reached down and ran one of his fingers across the slit on his cock, slicking his finger with his own leaking juices. He slid it inside Gil and slowly moved in and out.

"Now, Nicky." Gil's said gruffly

"You're not ready. I don't want to hurt...."

"Now, damn it." Gil's voice cracked and he pushed back onto Nick's finger.

Nick stood and rubbed the slick head of his cock against Gil's entrance. He pushed in, trying so hard to be gentle. Gil was having none of it, he pushed back until Nick was all the way inside.

"Yes, yes. Fuck me, Nicky."

Nick hands grabbed Gil's and forced them over his head and against the wall. His strong arms trembled as they held Gil's. Nick's hips began to move and both men gasped.

"Faster, Nicky. Please"

Nick's eyes widened. He had not wanted to hurt Gil, it was his first time. Gil has been so gentle with Nick. But Gil was insistent, thrusting his hips back. Nick began to slam his cock into Gil. They were both grunting and panting.

Nick sensed that Gil needed this, needed to give Nick control. Nick knew that Gil just needed to be taken. Gil tried to bring his hands down, but Nick held them tightly. He leaned in and whispered hotly into Gil's ear.

"I'm going to come in your ass, Gil. Is that what you want. You want me to fuck you harder, Baby?"

"Yes, come inside me. Please..."

Nick's thrusts had become almost frantic. He heard his damp skin pounding against Gil's ass.

Nick bit down on Gil's shoulder and dropping one of his arms, he reached around and roughly grabbed Gil's cock. Gil screamed as his semen spurted onto the wall. Nick was a second behind, his own orgasm causing him to fight for breath.

Nick leaned against Gil's back, knowing that the wall was the only thing holding them up. Neither could talk, both were trying their best to breath. After Nick could actually feel his legs again, he pulled back, letting his soft cock pull out of Gil.

"What the hell was that?" Nick gasped out.

"Need, Nicky. Just need." Gil was still facing the wall. Nick put his hand on Gil's shoulder and turned him around. Nick kissed Gil softly and whispered, "I hope you keep on needing then, because that was amazing."

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" Gil said shyly.

Two days later, Greg was paired with Gil on a body dump out in the desert. Gil was distracted and barely waited for Greg to buckle up before starting the ignition. The stereo blared out.

When I die, I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't, just let me go to Texas
Texas is as close as I've been...

Greg was stunned, the music was country, and not only that, but Gil was singing along with it. Greg hit the eject button and the CD popped out.

Gil stopped singing in mid-verse and glared at Greg. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Grissom, man. You were singing country. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone or something. What's up with that?" He glanced down at the CD. He read the title, Tanya Tucker, Her Greatest Hits.

"Greg, give me that." Gil made an attempt to grab the CD from the young man, but Greg held it away.

"You've been hanging out with Nick way too much. He's the only one I know who listens to this country crap."

Gil shifted into drive, pretending to ignore Greg.

"Wow, oh wow!" Greg exclaimed. "You and Nick, Nick and you." Suddenly, for once in his life, Greg was speechless. He had spied the CD case between the seats and on a post-it note were the words,

Check out Track #3. Love you. Nick

Gil slammed on brakes and grabbed at the CD, but once again, Greg evaded him. Gil's seatbelt wouldn't allow him to reach Greg's right hand. The hand that held Nick's CD. Greg scanned the CD case quickly.

"Baby, I'm Yours." Greg read. "Oh, man."

Gil leaned his head down on the steering wheel.

Greg watched his boss for a few seconds. Gil did not speak or move.

"Grissom, don't worry. I'm not telling. I think it's great."

Gil looked up, but still did not speak.

"Really. Nick is a great guy and a lot of shitty things have happened to him. If you make each other happy, well," Greg threw up his hands, "I'm all for it."

"Thank you, Greg." Gil smiled tentatively. He put the SUV in gear and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Country. Jesus, Grissom, couldn't you have converted him instead of the other way around?

Gil laughed out loud.

THE END