Title: The Present
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1165
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes.
Warnings: AU.
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed – so the mistakes are all mine!
A/N: I went shopping with my husband on Saturday and saw these in a store on one of those plaster models...I said, ‘I’m going to write a little story about them’! And I have! I’ve tried to find them on-line for you to see but I can’t; they must be a brand new line!!

They had both volunteered to work Christmas and New Year so they could take an extended vacation in January. They also said that they’d keep Christmas presents to a strict one hundred bucks each, in total.


So both men had opted for several small presents for each other to open on Christmas morning, after their shift and before bed.


They opened one each, coincidentally they each had four.


(Well it wasn’t a co-incidence. Nick had told Catherine that he had four presents for Gil and Catherine had told Gil he’d better have at least four presents for Nick, otherwise he would be in serious shit.


He’d understood immediately and Catherine was very impressed having expected to have to explain to Gil, the relevance of her observation. Perhaps Gil wasn’t quite as clueless as he had been. It was true that he learned his lessons well, which probably meant that he’d had his fingers burned, and his ass kicked, by Nick.)


Nick’s first present from Gil was a DVD of the greatest moments of the Dallas Cowboys and when Gil said it was a very short DVD it earned him an evil look and a promise of serious injury.


Gil’s first present from Nick was a book of the series about Life on the planet from the BBC World show they’d both watched so religiously. He loved it and would have stopped opening presents there and then just to go and start reading his new book.


Nick’s second present was a set of coloured pencils in a wooden box and a pad of sketching paper. He smiled and blushed a little and looked at Gil from under his eyelashes. Gil thought he would very likely be on a promise when they went to bed.


Gil’s second present was a new wash bag for his travels, filled with travel size products; his old one had very nearly disintegrated but he was very attached to it and Nick knew it would be difficult for Gil to let go and use a new one. Gil looked suspiciously at Nick, sensing the fate of his faithful old wash bag.


Nick’s third present was a ‘superdry’ vintage hooded sweat shirt in blue. He was really pleased with it and insisted on putting it on immediately to check it fitted properly…despite Gil's raised eyebrows at the affront. It fitted perfectly.


Gil's third present was a box of bug chocolates. Gil liked them and knew he would have them all to himself because Nick wouldn’t touch them with a barge pole. On Nick’s very first day at the lab, Gil had tried to get him to give up a pint of his blood and get him to eat a bug. Having been a Frat boy at college he knew about hazing and turned Gil Grissom down, point blank. It was years later and after they’d become a couple that Gil had told him he was impressed with Nick’s fortitude that day. Catherine and Warrick had rolled over like puppy dogs!


Nick’s fourth present was a watch. This was actually a request. He wanted a cheap watch for work as he was forever scraping the glass and catching the strap. He didn’t really need a watch but when he left it off he felt undressed, so a cheap replacement seemed like the ideal solution. He tried it on and admired it, it didn’t look that cheap.


“Is this really a cheap watch, it looks really good. You haven’t gone over budget have you?”


“It is cheap. And yes I did, but only by three dollars and ninety eight cents. I couldn’t resist the pencils and paper and that just pushed it over.”


“Okay; I forgive you because I did too, by five dollars and a few cents. Here. This is your last present.”


“Thank you.”


Gil ripped the paper off the soft present and threw it to one side and looked at the present in his hands. And looked. Then shook them out. Then held them up.


Nick was trying very, very, hard to keep a straight face; he wasn’t succeeding. Gil appeared to be struck dumb…almost.


“I don’t believe you bought these for me.”


“Oh, I did, and I expect you to wear them...tonight at work would be good.”


“Work? Tonight?”


“Yeah. It’ll be good.”


“I can’t go to work in these.”


“Why not?”


“Because they’re…because they’re decadent. Gay.”


“No one’s going to see them and actually, you are…gay.”


“But I don’t even wear this type.”


“They’ll keep you warm and…secure…at work.”


“What if I have an accident and have to go to the hospital?”


“Way to spoil the mood. You’re not going to get hurt. So stop that.”


“Okay, sorry. Are you sure you haven’t bought them for me but you’re going to wear them?”


“I know I haven’t bought those for me, because I bought myself a matching pair. I’ll wear mine tonight.”


“You haven’t?”


“I have. Come on; try them on for size I wanna see ‘em wrapped around the goods.”


Finally Gil was dumbstruck and looked from his present to Nick and back again. He shook his head and sighed and opened his mouth to speak but didn’t.


Finally, he stood up and right there and then in their living room he slipped off his slippers and socks, unzipped his pants and pulled them down and off, along with his boxer briefs. He took off his shirt and tee and stood stark naked, except for his glasses, surrounded by presents, discarded wrapping paper, and his clothes.


He picked up his present and slipped them over his feet and pulled them up. They felt very soft and when he’d pulled them on and adjusted them, and him, to fit snugly he looked across at Nick, whose face had gone puce coloured trying not to laugh. But he couldn’t stop himself as he looked at Gil standing, expressionless, in the living room wearing nothing but a snug fitting pair of tight boxer briefs...


…in very bright shocking pink with ‘Calvin Klein’ emblazoned in sparkling beads along the dark pink waistband.


“I hope you’re satisfied at my total humiliation.”


Nick nodded, still unable to speak as tears streamed down his face.


“I hope you understand that you will be paying for these for the entire year until next Christmas when you may…or may not, be able to redeem yourself.”


Nick was still laughing uncontrollably. He pulled himself together a little and nodded. “I sooo…want to…fuck you…wearing them.”


Gil perked up immediately. “So what are we waiting for?”


“You’ve got to take ‘em off, don’t want to get ‘em dirty, you’re wearing ‘em tonight.”


“I am, am I?”


“Yeah, man, you are, it’s Christmas.”


“They’re actually quite comfortable.”


“That’s why I wear them; don’t your balls ache letting them hang loose all the time?”


“No. They’re aching now though.”


“Are they?” Nick was surprised.


“Yeah, they’re too full and need to be emptied.”


“Gotcha. What you waiting for?”


“You.”


The End