Title: The Shower
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, 8) Shut Up and Kiss Me
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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Robert stood at the side of his bed, leaning over the nightstand. One hand was flat against the wall, supporting his body. The other gripped the phone to his ear. He was naked, as he had been just about to step into the shower when the phone rang. Now, as he stood there, his attention was just barely on the woman who had called and more on the sounds of the shower running in his bathroom.

Concentrating, Robert could hear the loud, steady spatter of water against the fiberglass tub and tile walls. The sound changed, becoming softer and less harsh. He smiled, realizing his lover had stepped into the spray. The water was now covering the warm flesh that Robert loved to caress.

Closing his eyes and concentrating, Robert listened to the changing sound of the water, visualizing his lover's movements. When the loud spatter returned, he thought of hands covering pink flesh with white bubbles, chasing away dirt and grime. The softer sound again, and he could see the rivulets of water carrying the soap suds down his lover's chest, arms, stomach, back, groin, ass…

Robert bit his lower lip to keep from groaning aloud. His now throbbing cock was making him painfully aware of the licentious turn of his thoughts. Thoughts that wouldn't become actions until he could end this phone conversation, so he turned back to the woman on the other end of the line.

"You're not even listening to me, are you, mi hermano?" the voice asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Sorry, Lupe. I was just thinking." He winced, hearing the harsh tone and the strong accent in his voice. Like Lupe, Robert had grown up speaking Spanish almost exclusively until he'd started school. Since then he'd been pretty much bilingual, English at school and Spanish at home and with friends. Now it was English at work, Spanish with the family he saw less than he would like. And both with his lover.

Lupe heard both the harshness and the accent. "What's wrong, Robert?"

"Nothing."

"I see," Lupe said in her 'I'm a mother and I can tell you're lying across two states' voice. Robert closed his eyes again, but opened them quickly when it just intensified the lust he was feeling. He wanted to drop the phone and join his lover, but he couldn't be that rude to his sister.

"¿Está tú amante allí?" Lupe asked.

"Sí," Robert replied. His lover was here, and waiting for him.

"Ah," his sister said knowingly. "And I bet tú amante is driving you loco, no?"

"You…could say that." Driving him crazy? Robert was driving himself crazy, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to his lover.

A small chuckle came over the line. "I won't keep you then. I'll call you mañana, mi hermano."

"Hablaré contigo mañana, mi hermana maravillosa."

Said marvelous sister laughed. "Go, you shameless flatterer." A click told him she had hung up the phone.

Robert smiled, grateful that his sister truly understood why he had moved to Las Vegas, and had encouraged him to do so. Pulling something out of the nightstand drawer, he walked softly over to the bathroom.

Peering around the shower curtain, he saw Gil standing in the spray, his head bowed. His arms were perpendicular to his body, palms flat on the tile wall where they were supporting him. His entire body was tense, despite the steaming water. Looking down, Robert saw he wasn't the only one who had been lost in lustful thoughts.

Smiling, he stepped back and quickly donned the condom and lubed it. Then he stepped into the shower and quickly pushed his surprised lover against the wall. Gil's cry of surprise turned into a strangled gasp of pleasure as Robert's hot mouth found the vulnerable spot below Gil's left ear. The spot that seemed to connect to every other erogenous zone in Gil's body, ensuring that all rational thought melted from Gil's brain.

Robert's hands slid down to cup Gil's ass before spreading the globes apart, opening his lover. One hard thrust had him buried inside Gil, groaning at the feel of the tight muscles enveloping his cock.

"Fuck."

Gil's voice was hard with lust and passion. Robert chuckled, understanding the volumes of meaning in the single word.

"That's what we're doing, yes."

"Bastard," Gil groaned, as Robert withdrew and thrust in again, hard.

"You were the one who said I could pin you to the wall."

"Fuck, yes. Harder." Gil clenched his ass to encourage Robert.

Understanding his lover's need, his own need, Robert placed his left hand over Gil's and continued the hard thrusts, burying himself to the base of his cock in Gil's body before withdrawing. His right hand wrapped around Gil's cock, stroking the hard flesh in rhythm with his thrusts. Gil thrust back at Robert, urging him on.

Obscenities in English and Spanish drifted out of the shower as the two men lost themselves in the feel of each other. Gil stiffened, a sound halfway between a gasp and a groan emerging from his throat as he came. Robert tightened his hand on Gil's cock, stroking him hard, causing Gil to whisper another curse. He clenched his muscles harder around his lover's cock, making it almost impossible for Robert to thrust back in. The incredibly tight friction was too much, and Robert closed his eyes as he came violently, thrusting in again and again until he was drained. He leaned heavily against Gil, letting the other man support them as they tried to draw air into starved lungs.

Robert finally pushed himself upright, swaying a little. Gil turned and steadied him with a hand on his shoulder. Smiling, the criminalist quickly soaped and rinsed both of them off before cutting the water. Handing Robert a towel, he dried himself off before heading into the bedroom. Robert joined him less than a minute later, neither bothering with boxers or shirts as they crawled under the covers.

"I'm getting too old for this," Gil grumbled good naturedly as Robert curled up against him. Both men were on their sides, Robert's chest to Gil's back, one arm possessively around Gil's waist. Gil laid his right hand on top of Robert's, letting their fingers intertwine.

"You're younger than I am, araña."

"By six months."

"You want to stop doing this?"

"Hell, no."

Robert chuckled at Gil's emphatic answer. "Didn't think so."

Minutes later, both men were sound asleep, content in each other's arms.

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