Title: The Tale of Gil’s Christmas & New Year
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes, and some of the gang
Warnings: Fluff
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: No beta – hope it’s not too bad! This was written today after murghy31’s plaintive cry for a Christmas fic! In this AU the team are still together, no-one has left and no-one is dead! (It’s Christmas!)
However, I now realise I’ve been a trifle over-ambitious and there is no way I’ll finish it; I have no more time left to write until after Christmas, so have decided that it will be in two parts…and yes, you’ve guessed…the next part will be ‘The Tale of Gil’s New Year’

 

The Tale of Gil’s Christmas

Gil Grissom woke up with a start; his heart pounding at the sudden break in his sleep. He tried to remember why he’d woken so suddenly, had he been dreaming? He couldn’t remember; all he knew was that his balls ached and his dick was hard almost to the point of painful.

Whose fault was this? Why, Dr Grissom, it was his own fault. He groaned and rolled onto his side pulling his legs up to try and support his balls and ease the ache.

He squeezed his eyes shut, more from the need to clear them of sleep than anything else. He resisted the very real urge to reach down and grasp his dick and stroke himself to orgasm. Why would he resist, he asked himself? Logically, because of the mess, it was so much more convenient in the shower. But he was lying to himself. He wasn’t going to masturbate because he was embarrassed.

Embarrassed at his age, to jerk off. He grimaced into his pillow; it was nothing to do with doing it himself. No, the reason was. No, he refused to think about it. The reason was. Stop it. Stop it. You old fool. Every time he’d had a hard on for the last weeks…months….a long time, to let himself come, to feel that feeling, he had to summon up the picture in his minds eye.

The picture of Nick. Nick Stokes. Nicky, when he had to strip down to remove his acid damaged clothing. To strip down to his tight grey boxer briefs. Tight. ‘Round his ass. Tight. ‘Round his dick and balls.

Gil grimaced again and squeezed his eyes tighter shut. He tried to superimpose Heather in her black basque, on top of Nick in his boxers. But she just laughed in his face. Nick was standing in front of him looking down at his own body for any blemish from the acid. And, he, Gil Grissom, was helping him look. At Nick’s invitation.

Gil was so glad he wore baggy pants, because in an instant, fuck the accident, fuck the acid, he was hard. Nick turned around to show his back to Gil. His rippled muscles. Not bulging; rippled and defined. No, he hadn’t turned around to show Gil his rippled back; he’d turned around for Gil to check that his skin wasn’t burned. And all Gil could do was catch his breath and glance down at himself to see if his hard on was noticeable.

Glance at Nick’s ass. So compact, so sweet, in those grey cotton boxer briefs. Tight. He could see Nick’s ass cheeks contracting and releasing, just minutely, as he moved.

“Lift your arms up, Nick.” Gil heard himself asking.

Nick complied and held his arms up and away from his body.

“Turn around.” Gil further commanded.

Nick turned to face Gil; there was no trace of embarrassment. “I think I’m okay I don’t feel any burning at all.” Still holding his arms up and away from his body.

Gil, quite legitimately, looked up and down the fabulous body. The front was better than the back. The abs, again so beautifully defined without looking ridiculously over pumped. Tapering to his waist and hips and the outline of a compact dick and balls. Of course it was compact, he’d had a shock, he wasn't likely to have a raging hard on like this silly old fool.

Gil hadn’t been able to look Nick in the eyes but had said, “I can’t see anything Nick. I've got an overall in my truck; I’ll get it for you.”

As Gil had thought that thought, he suddenly returned to the present because his hand was now firmly clasped on his dick and was pumping it up and down, his thumb, from many years of practice, had rubbed over the wet head and spread the lubrication of his pre-ejaculate.

He was moments away from coming and his mind’s eye was fastened firmly on the front of Nick’s boxer briefs and the swell of his dick, which, under Gil's scrutiny, was now filling up and expanding the material. Stretching the material and then the head of Nick’s erection peeped out of the side of the briefs. Dark rosy pink and glistening and Gil pulled his knees up further to support his balls as they started to empty their load onto Gil’s hand and pyjamas and sheets.

Gil gasped as each spurt left him. The fluid was hot and viscous and the pleasure of each spurt made his ass contract forcing his dick to buck in his hand. In the moments that it took for him to shed this load, Nick’s erection had faded and his smile at Gil was as broad and as happy as Gil ever remembered seeing. If only. If only.

“I guess I will have to wash the sheets now.” Gil spoke aloud to himself as he returned to earth after his orgasm. After a few minutes he was stable enough to climb out of bed. Pushing down his sticky pyjama bottoms, he stepped out of them and left them where they fell. He made his way to the bathroom and twenty minutes later he returned ready and groomed for work. He wore his tee shirt and boxers. He’d dress after he’d eaten.

He changed his bedclothes, and scooping up his pyjamas he carried them to the washing machine and started the process. Then into his kitchen and started the coffee pot - then retrieved the juice from the refrigerator - then decided what to have for breakfast. Eggs and toast, as usual.

He stopped mid thought and action. This is what he did every day; day in, day out. Always the same, everything was the same. He walked into his living room. Stacked tidily on his coffee table were the presents for his staff, his colleagues, his friends. There weren’t many.

It was Christmas Eve 2008 and what the fuck had he done with his life?

The answer to that was plain to see. Not much. Sure, he was a respected criminalist. Sure, he was a Forensic entomologist with some standing in that community. But he was fifty two and what else had he got in his life. A townhouse - fully paid up. A vintage Mercedes he rarely bothered to even look at, let alone drive. A truck, with all the latest gadgets.

He hadn’t worked long enough to have a full pension but he must have at least three quarters of a full term. He had savings, and they weren’t worth as much as they had been…but at least he’d chosen more wisely than a lot of other savers.

But what else had he in his life apart from work, bugs, books…..the answer to that was a big fat ‘nothing’.

He suddenly found some resolve. He had to do something; he was fifty two and fantasising about a younger man while he jerked off. Christ, he was surely old enough to do something. He’d not asked a man out for many years…okay, he hadn’t asked a woman out in years either. How easy was it to fall into inertia? Too easy.

Tonight they’d all be working into Christmas morning and he would do something. He didn’t exactly know what. BUT HE WOULD DO SOMETHING!

Gil arrived at the lab in good time. In truth, since his moment of clarity in his living room, he’d been feeling a little more stable; he had resolved to do something and he was prepared to carry it through. It may come to absolutely nothing, but by God, if he didn’t try once, he’d live to regret it; and what kind of life was that, wallowing, as he had done in a dose of misery, for years now.

Christmas was supposed to be a time for giving and receiving and a time for loving. He had to take a chance on something, on someone.

He prepared the assignments for his investigators. A mixed bag of crimes across the city; he chose one and he knew what he was going to do. He was going to do it.

In the briefing room they all waited for him to arrive; he could see them as he approached, laughing and relaxed. A team with team spirit; even Sara appeared more willing to be a team player and Warrick’s crisis had passed. ‘All was calm’, and Gil chuckled as he recalled that that was line from a carol - Silent Night.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” His greeting caused the team to look at him and he momentarily saw merriment in Nick’s eyes, and puzzlement in Sara’s.

“It’s Christmastime, I can do pleasantries!” He chuckled, he really did feel better; he had a plan.

He handed out all the assignment except one; he kept the note in his hand and then looked at Nick. “I’ve saved the best ‘til last!”

Nick laughed, “Why do I get the feeling that your idea of ‘best’ will be nowhere near my idea of ‘best’. Go on, ruin my night.” But, despite his words, he was still laughing.

“It’s a dumpster dive. Back of The Venetian, a body; but look on the bright side, it’ll be good trash, it is The Venetian!” Gil was chuckling at Nick’s rolling eyes.

“Thanks man, that’s a really good Christmas present.”

“Which reminds me, are we exchanging gifts after shift as we normally do?”

There was general consensus that that’s what they would do. Then Gil added. “Oh, and Nick, I’ll help you out with the dumpster.”

“Hey, that’s okay man, there’s no need for two of us to get filthy and stink to high heaven.”

“No, everyone else has an easy job; I’ll help you do the dirty work.”

Now Catherine and Warrick both had a moment of unease for Nick; was Gil insinuating that Nick needed help to do the job? Surely not, after all this time, but Gil did have form for behaving as if Nick was a rookie and treating him like a trainee. No, they both surmised, they were being over cautious, it was just Gil. Nick could take care of himself now.

Sara had a moment hating that Gil was spending the night with Nick; it would have been nice if he could have been with here. So, Gil had told her quite a few times now that they were going nowhere, there was nothing, but still, maybe, one day……

“Okay boss, whatever you say. Doing an evaluation then?” Nick responded, though his voice was light the implication was clear for all of them to hear.

“Evaluation? Good Lord Nicky, you’re a bit long in the tooth for that aren’t you?” Gil made light of it, because he, of course, had no idea how badly he’d treated Nick over the years.

That Nick had been called ‘Nicky’ by Gil wasn’t lost on any of them. Only Catherine regularly called him that now.

“If that’s what you say; meet you at my truck?” Nick’s mood had darkened noticeably as he stood and left the room. Even Gil realised there was an undercurrent. The others left the room except Catherine.

“What was all that about Gil?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well are you implying that Nick needs help with a db in a dumpster, even after all these years?”

“NO, of course I’m not; why would you, anyone think that?”

“It’s what you do with Nick - undermine him; though you’ve been much better over the last couple of years.”

“Catherine, I have no idea what you’re talking about; Nick is a senior CSI, he hasn’t needed me to tell him what to do for years, I mean we can all learn a new trick or two, but Nick’s at the top of his game.”

“Well, well, well; have you ever told Nick that?”

“Of course I have.” But even as Gil spoke those words he realised that he probably hadn’t. It was Sara whose ego needed to be constantly stroked. Nick was capable of getting on with it without any fuss and anyway Gil always felt so inadequate around Nick he tended to give him a wide berth. Especially after the acid accident. Especially.

“Well it would be a nice Christmas present for him, if you just mentioned what you’ve said to me, to him. That would be good.”

“Oh, for goodness sake, Catherine, not everyone needs to have their hands held all the time.”

“True, he’s not Sara, but it would be nice, for once, if you remembered there was more than one member of the team who’s had more than their fair share of…shit.”

Gil was silent as Catherine looked at him and then turned and left the room.

He stared at Catherine’s retreating figure. He’d wanted to do more than tell Nick what a good CSI he was; but now he was thinking that he may have blown his plans apart. Did Nick really think that he didn’t think he was any good? Did Nick really think that he didn’t even like him? Didn’t Nick even suspect that he’s lusted over him for years, and that he’d loved him for at least the last year? Didn’t Nick know? Why would Nick know?

Gil took a big breath. He didn’t care what Catherine had said; he didn’t care what Nick felt…well, not before tonight. Tonight he was going to try and change his own life and if he succeeded that would be his greatest achievement in many years.

If he failed, he’d leave.

He gathered his kit form his room and made his way to the car lot. Nick was sitting in his truck, the engine idling. The air con was gently whirring. Gil opened the back passenger door and deposited his kit on the floor behind his seat. He slammed the door shut and opened the front passenger door and hauled himself into the seat.

Nick pushed the gear into drive but Gil spoke to him.

“Nick, hold on; before we leave I want to say something to you.”

“It’s okay Gris, no sweat.”

“Don’t Nick. Don’t say it’s nothing. Do you really believe that I need to evaluate you? I’ve spent years at the lab and you know I've never been comfortable with the supervisory side of things…but if I’ve neglected you, it’s only because after those first few years when you were learning the ropes, you’ve been the best CSI there is here. I know they all think Catherine is excellent, but how many times has she broken rules? Warrick, always on the edge; Sara brilliant mind, even worse than me at interpersonal skills and Greg, a brilliant technician but he’ll never be the same in the field; he lacks the flair. And me, Nick? I lack the people skills to do the job; I should never have taken the role. I lack, and all of the others lack, something in one way or another. Except you Nicky, a people person, a diplomat, a scientist; YOU are the deal Nicky. YOU!

“Close you mouth Nick; it’s not a good look.”

“I…I…why now? I can’t believe it? Have you been drinking man?” Nick was nervously going over what Gil Grissom had just said to him.

“Now, because I should have done it years ago and I’m sorry I didn’t. Please believe me, because it’s the truth. I haven’t been drinking Nicky, not before work.”

“Right.” Nick was still shocked at Gris’ words to him

“In truth Nick; I didn’t realise just how bad I was until after Catherine had a go at me after you left the room, just now. Oblivious, you see, that’s me…I can see the evidence on a criminal case, but can’t see what’s happening right in front of my eyes. I hope I can make amends.”

“Right.” Nick was still too shocked to offer any meaningful dialogue.

“You okay to drive Nick, because I can, if you’d prefer that?”

“Errrr…no, I’m okay. Yeah, I’m recovering…okay.”

Gil laughed and Nick really studied his face for a few moments and was surprised at how happy Grissom looked. Like he’d stopped worrying. He’d been looking harassed for months, it seemed to Nick, but now here he was, verbose, relaxed and wearing his hair a little longer, or so Nick thought. Nick shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“Okay; dumpster dive.”

“Dumpster dive and let’s hope the traffic isn’t too bad.”

“Shouldn’t be too bad, shouldn’t people be at home with their families tonight?”

“It’s supposed to be like that but some people don’t have families. Why haven’t you gone home for the holidays, Nick?”

“The truth?”

“Of course.” Then Gil held his breath, waiting for Nick to respond; what if Nick said it was because he was with someone?

“My family is huge, I've got five sisters and a brother and they’ve all taken to procreating like it’s a contest to beat Momma and Daddy’s ‘seven’. So I have dozens of nieces and nephews…dozens…and now have a new round of great nieces, two that is, and a great nephew. So…I’m here on my own, used to my own space and quiet…I mean it’s not that I don’t love ‘em all, I do, man, but I’m not used to it, so I visit with them in bits and pieces and it suits me just fine. Besides my Momma and every one of my sisters drag out any spare women they can find to see if any’ll do for me to marry. I ask you, I’m thirty seven for fuck’s…sorry….but you know I reckon I might prefer the single life.”

“I cannot imagine what it would be like to be part of such a huge family. I have no immediate family left now. I was an only child as was my father; my mother had one brother and I've got a couple of cousins, but we’re not close now, or ever, really. I like the quiet life Nicky, because I’ve never known anything else.”

“And I like it because it’s what I chose. Have you ever thought about marriage Gris?” Nick thought he could be a bit bold given Gris was in the mood for conversing, he’d even called him ‘Nicky’ and it had to be years since he’d done that.

“Not since second grade, but my Mom made me call off the wedding. Never got ‘round to it since…not even close really. You?”

“Nope, not even in second grade.” They’d just come to a standstill, the traffic was actually worse than normal.

“To be really honest, Nick….” He had an opening; he’d use it or be damned. “Well, well; although I have had relationships with women, I've also had….relationships with….men….never been able to choose you see; give marriage a go and then meet a man, settle for a man and then wish…you know……?”

Gil Grissom felt sick to his stomach; he wished the air con was on freeze, because he could feel the heat of his disclosure burning his skin. He didn’t dare look at Nick, but he could feel Nick’s gaze on him.

Nick was eternally grateful that the truck was stationary. If it’d been moving and he was driving he’d have done something, he was sure. Slammed the brakes on, hit the car in front, swerved and hit an oncoming vehicle, maybe a lamppost, he could have killed a pedestrian for God’s sake. Why the fuck was his mind rambling about what could have happened? The truck was stationary and Grissom had just told him he was….bi-sexual.

Fuck.

Nick turned the air con down several degrees - he needed to be cooled down.

“That’s what I need, too, a little cold air. I made up my mind to tell someone before I came into work tonight, it’s not been a secret really, it’s just that, you know, law enforcement, better to keep something like that under wraps, at least until recently…changing climate and all that…despite Prop 8 of course.”

Gil turned and looked at Nick for the first time since he’d made his declaration. Nick was staring at him; not in disgust, so that was a bonus. Suddenly they both jumped as a horn blast from behind indicated that the traffic in front of them had moved. Nick put the truck into drive and moved about twenty five yards before he came to a standstill again. He still hadn’t spoken. He turned to Gil.

And; Gil’s cell rang. He retrieved it from his pocket. “Grissom.” He listened and then he turned to Nick with a sly look on his face and said into his cell. “In that case make your way to The Venetian, you can do the dumpster dive. Nick and I are caught in traffic; it should be easier for you approaching from the opposite direction. We’ll turn around and try and get back to the lab. Okay? No, that’s my final decision. ‘Night.” He snapped his cell shut.

“A reprieve, Nick. Greg’s attempted burglary was the son trying to avoid being caught coming home drunk after a school party. Turn around when you can…shall we play hooky, go get a coffee at Frank’s?”

“Yeah. Okay.” Nick was happy his voice sounded normal, because he sure as hell didn’t feel normal. Grissom was bi-sexual.

“You okay there, Nick? Shocked?”

“You could say that. Yeah, you could say that.”

“Mmmm.” Gil took in another big breath; he didn’t know what he’d expected and he’d never intended to tell Nick just like that, but he needed to do it and at least he had. What on earth did he expect; Nick to declare that he’d been waiting for him and jump in his lap? Well, yes, he had expected exactly that, actually. No. Yes. He’d always thought Nick might be, at least, a guy who swung both ways….there was something about him. He had no idea if it was ‘gaydar’, or what, but there was something about Nick.

Gil had been so engrossed in trying to tell what Nick thought about his revelation that he was taken aback when Nick suddenly swerved the truck around in the road in a gap in the oncoming traffic. The manoeuvre executed neatly they were now driving towards the lab again and Gil hoped that Nick remembered to stop at Frank’s.

Gil tried to relax into his seat - the deed was done. He’d have to wait to see what the repercussions would be. But he still had in mind what he was going to do, what he’d planned to do earlier this evening. He glanced at Nick’s dashboard clock. It was very nearly midnight…..Christmas Day.

“I hope we can get in, it’s probably going to be packed to the rafters with cops with no families to go home to.” Nick’s observation heralded their arrival at the lot adjacent to Frank’s diner. Frank’s was mostly a cop’s haunt, since Frank had been invalided out of LVPD years ago after losing a leg in an auto accident.

As Nick parked up Gil saw that it was just past midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Nicky. I hope I haven’t spoiled it for you?”

“Merry Christmas, Gris. No, I’m in shock, is all. I never thought, you know, for one minute.

“No?”

“No.”

“But you’re okay with it?”

“Oh God, of course, man, I hope you don’t think I’m phobic man, I’m not really, I’m not.”

“That’s good then.” Gil’s heart sank a little at Nick’s remarks, didn’t sound like a bi or gay response. But then he was rusty. “Come on. There’s not a lot of cars here, I think we’ll be okay for a couple of coffees.”

Gil was right. The place was deserted. They sat down in a booth and Glenda came over with a coffee pot. “You guys eating?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Sorry Gris, I didn’t think you wanted something to eat.

“Not a meal; what about a sandwich. We could share a turkey sandwich, it is Christmas.”

“Yeah, go on.”

Glenda left them with mugs of steaming coffee.

“I am surprised Gris. You know I’m sure no one has any idea.”

“Jim knows.”

“Really?”

“Yeah; years ago he saw me with a guy I was with…for a couple of years, a long term…relationship.”

“It didn’t work out?”

“No. It’s been ten years at least. Eleven.”

“And that was your last long term…..relationship, then?”

“It was my only long term relationship. Three years. I was too much of a coward to go looking after that. But, you know, I've been happy with everything. My work and….”

“So what changed?”

“Well….”

“Why tell me tonight? I take it you’ve told no one else; Sara certainly doesn’t know, does she?”

Gil looked at Nick. It was now, or never.

“Things changed. I want more, I realised I’m letting my life just idle along. I’m missing something. I want something.

“What do you want? Do you know?”

“Yes, I know.” It struck Gil that he was being led by his nose to the water; all he had to do was drink it. “You. I want you.”

“Yeah; I figured, back in the traffic.”

“Only then?”

“There was that time when I had that acid spill, do you remember? “ Gil laughed. “You stared at me like you wanted me take my boxers off.”

“I did Nicky; oh, how I did.”

“I was just worried about getting a hard on, man, while you were checking me out.

“I had a hard-on.”

“Really; so why has it taken you nearly a year to tell me?”

Gil shook his head. He was lost for words now. Nick would appear to be quite happy with the fact that he’d had a hard on while checking him out. For acid burns.

“Cat got your tongue, all of a sudden? You said you want me? I’m not going to roll over for you Gris. You gotta work at it.”

Gil swallowed. This wasn’t how he envisaged it; well he had thought that Nick would jump in his lap, but that was only metaphorically speaking. Now it would appear that Nick was ready and willing and now he was dumbstruck.

“I would like to…date you Nick…is that what people still say?”

“Yes it is; I’m an old fashioned kinda guy, like to do it the proper way.”

“Yes. Right. I would love to go out on a date with you Nick, when could you make it?”

“Are you going to Catherine’s tomorrow...tonight?”

“No, I declined.”

“Me too. I got a small turkey in, and enough food to feed a small army. I was going to cook the turkey while I was in bed and have a feast, on my own, tomorrow night. I’m off, so would you like to come to dinner, before you go off to work?”

“I would like that very much.”

“It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date.”

“Here’s your sandwich, guys.” Glenda put the plate, piled with a huge filled sandwich with salad and chips, in the middle of their table and gave them each a side plate. “Enjoy, and a Merry Christmas”

“Thanks Glenda and a Merry Christmas to you.” Both men said exactly the same words at the same time and then looked at one another and laughed.

They both reached for part of the sandwich together and their fingers touched. Gil turned his hand over and grasped Nick’s hand, running his thumb over Nick’s knuckles. Nick looked at their joined hands and then at Gil.

“Merry Christmas, Gil.”

“Merry Christmas, Nicky.”

 

The Tale of Gil’s New Year

Gil Grissom woke up gradually; he was relaxed and well rested. He couldn’t remember if he’d been dreaming or not, but it didn’t matter; if he’d dreamed it would have been a happy and pleasant dream. He could feel a comfortable sensation in his groin, an erection, not too insistent, it would wait until his shower, but he would jerk off, because he didn’t want to be ‘on edge’ tonight!

He chuckled to himself….then chuckled again, he was alone, it had to be to himself. Tonight was New Year’s Eve, and unlike Christmas Eve, he didn’t have to find any resolve, he’d done what he’d promised himself he would do and in the space of one week his life had changed beyond all recognition. Of course, he could regret not doing it sooner, but that would be churlish of him; he’d done it at exactly the right time, he was ready, but most importantly, Nick was ready.

‘Merry Christmas, Gil’. That’s was Nick had ‘purred’ to him in a Texan drawl Gil had never heard before. If he’d had to stand up at that moment he would have fallen flat on his face. His knees would not have supported his weight. All the time he’d spent lusting after Nick Stokes to then find out he was gay and had, at least for some of the time, lusted after him.

Irony.

But it didn’t matter they were together now and could spend as long as they wanted getting to know each other and making up for lost time. Gil sincerely hoped that would be for a long time. But you never could tell, he would try and take each day as it came, make each new experience count for something. But, this was something special, he knew it, and so did Nick.

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Gil’s eyes remained closed as he remembered the moment in the diner. ‘Merry Christmas Gil’. Their first date arranged and Nick cooking for him. That was a treat, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a properly cooked, traditional Christmas dinner.

They’d gone back to the lab cocooned in a warmth of friendship, which meant Gil couldn’t, as much as he tried, wipe a smug little smile off his face. They were lucky no one saw them together as they arrived back. Both men devoted the rest of their shift to clearing up some of their outstanding work, or at least in Gil’s case, trying to.

Greg eventually returned stinking the place out, and since he liked to work in ‘good’, and expensive clothes, he was well pissed. Catherine, Sara and Warrick all wondered in, none of their work had been particularly arduous or stressful, and for that, all of them were pleased. Even Greg perked up when they gathered in the briefing room to exchange gifts.

There were no big presents; but the usual mugs, scarves and books were exchanged and ‘good will to all men’ expressed. Catherine kept a suspicious eye on Gil, who, it seemed to her, was unnaturally happy and pleasant to all and sundry, even Hodges, who would try the patience of a saint, let alone a normally grouchy Gil Grissom.

But Nick was okay with everyone, but then he always was, come what may. He was a gentleman, Catherine thought, a dying breed. But, of course, Gil and him never made it to the dumpster, so hadn’t worked together, so there was probably no opportunity for Gil to ruin Nick’s Christmas.

When they all left for home, Nick had seen Gil briefly in his office and said to come over about six thirty if that was okay.

It was okay.

Gil had spent nearly all the time in his shower that evening deciding whether to be a little early, of fashionably late. But then, as he’d approached his orgasm, under the hot water, with an imaginary Nick on his knees before him, he’d decided to be on time. Nick would appreciate that.

At six twenty-nine he’d knocked on Nick’s door. It was opened almost immediately by a smiling Nick. There went Gil’s knees again. He hoped it wouldn’t become a problem.

“On time. I suspected as much.”

“I guessed you would. Hey Nick, something smells good. I had no idea you were a cook.”

“I couldn’t avoid it, I cursed my way through cooking with my Momma, my sisters and Maria, but they wouldn’t let up, all convinced I would make a wonderful husband for some poor girl.”

“Who’s Maria?”

“Oh, Housekeeper, Nanny, head of the house really, cross her at your peril. I believe Daddy and Momma are both scared of her to this day, and she’s eighty, been working for them since she was hired to take care of the house and my brother Matthew; he’s fifty-three now.”

“Are all your sisters in the middle then?” Gil remembered that Nick was the youngest Stokes’ child.

“Yep, I’m the baby. I mean I can’t complain too much, but they still see me at the baby, that’s what gets me.”

“It sounds like a soap opera!”

“Yeah, man, ‘Dallas’.”

“Oh, Nick, I have a present for you. Here.”

“Man, what on earth, there was no need to get me….”

“….no...it isn’t a Christmas present; it’s a little something I bought for you some months ago, before I plucked up the courage to speak to you. Please.” Gil pushed his carefully packaged present into Nick’s hands.

Nick took the present and he smiled ‘that’ smile again, and his eyes shone with pleasure. He ripped the paper from the present and gasped as he looked at the book he now held in his hands.

“Gil. Gil, this is…you shouldn’t……”

“….I should, I wanted to; I just wish I’d given it to you a few months ago when I got it, instead of waiting.”

“You’re here now.”

“Yes.”

“Gil, it’s incredible, it’s the best present I‘ve ever had, it really is.” He carefully opened up the cover and looked at the first page. It was Baird, Brewer and Ridgeway’s ‘A History of North American Birds; Land Birds’. A first edition numbered 590 from 1874.

“It’s a very rare book, Gil; I’ll treasure it forever, I really will.” Nick whispered to Gil, he was shocked at receiving such a wonderful present.

“I thought you’d like it Nicky.”

“I love it, it’s wonderful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I wouldn’t mind a drink though.”

“Oh God, a fine host I am. What d’you like? You’re at work later and I have wine to drink with dinner.”

“I’ll have a soda then, if that’s okay, save the coffee for when I’m flagging half way through the night.” He took off his jacket and Nick took it and put it into a closet in his hallway.

Gil looked around the condo; he’d never been in it before, not once, mostly because he’d avoided Nick for so long. Self preservation he called it at the time, cowardice, seemed a more likely reason, he thought, as he looked at the table set for two.

A red candle flickered in the middle of the table and Gil could smell cinnamon in the air, not overpowering but enough to evoke childhood memories of his mother’s baking, especially at Christmas. There was a small seasonal decoration surrounding the candle and a white table cloth, laid out with all the usual accoutrements of eating, was embroidered with small Christmas garlands. It was beautiful and understated.

In the background a radio or CD player was quietly playing non-stop carols. Put all of that together with the unmistakable smell of a roasting turkey and Gil’s mouth was watering; and his senses felt soothed. Nick had created a little Christmas oasis in his condo.

“Here you are, sorry it was a long time coming, just checking dinner wasn’t burning.”

“I can smell, it’s not burning. What’s this Nick?” Gil asked as he lifted the glass he’d just been given to peer at the contents and then lower it to his nose to sniff into the glass.

“It’s lemonade; old fashioned lemonade! Good lord Nicky, it’s been years since I’ve had a glass of the genuine article.”

“We were never with out a pitcher of lemonade in the cool box. I thought it would be a nice reminder of home.” Nick was smiling again, obviously relishing Gil’s attention and Gil knew it.

He smiled back. “You’re an outstanding host Nick. Salut.” He lifted the glass towards Nick and then sipped his lemonade.

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch; I’ll go get everything ready.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“No thanks, too many cooks spoil the broth.”

“But, many hands make light work.”

“Shut up, you sound like Maria.” He laughed and returned to his kitchen.

Gil sat back on the couch and let the ambience soak into him. A few minutes later Nick came to the door and leaned on the frame.

“I’m going to carve the turkey in the kitchen and put the meat on your plate. Breast or leg?”

“I’m a breast man.”

“I hope you’re not.” That purring sound of Nick’s Texan drawl again.

And Gil blushed. Right up into his hairline and down his throat; he thought, maybe, his ears were actually on fire. That was his confirmation if he ever needed it. This was going the distance and they both knew it, at that same moment.

Gil opened his eyes, just a little, and glanced at his clock, the alarm was due to go off in eleven minutes, so he decided to stay where he was and remember some more about Christmas night. He tried, but failed, to stop smiling at the memory.

Nick had come out of the kitchen holding two plates and put them on the table. Signaling with a swoop of his arm, he said to Gil, “Your starter, Dr Grissom.”

Gil made his way to the table and sat down where Nick had indicated. The dish in front of him was half an English muffin, with smoked salmon, spinach, a poached egg and topped with a buttery sauce. Gil was astounded.

“Did you make this, these, yourself?”

“Yeah, why?”

“They’re incredible. Eggs Benedict?”

“Eggs Royale, according to my book; glad you like it. It’s easy, I just follow a recipe, I don’t do anything fancy and improvise, just follow the instructions.”

“I don’t care what you say; it’s still fraught with danger.”

“Nah…practice makes perfect.”

“They are prefect.”

“I aim to please.”

“You do…please.” And Gil tried to put as much expression in those three words as Nick had put into his earlier remark. He was sure he fell way short. But, nevertheless, Nick blushed, so perhaps it wasn’t too bad an effort.

Nick had put a wine bottle on the table, a Chardonnay. He picked it up to fill Gil’s glass. Gil stopped him so he could see the label.

“‘Sonoma-Cutrer’ - those are among the best vineyards in California. This Chardonnay is award winning.”

“You got me there man, I’m a beer kinda guy, I asked the guy at the store for a recommendation for Christmas and he said I couldn’t do better.”

“He was right.” Gil held his glass so Nick could pour some wine into it. “Nick, Nicky, you are a great host. Thank you. To a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.”

“To us.” Nick responded and they clinked their glasses together and sipped the wine. “Not bad, I suppose.”

They finished the starter in companionable silence. Nick took their empty plates into the kitchen and a few minutes later emerged with dishes of vegetables. And then some more; Nick then emerged with two plates and put one before Gil and one for himself.

“I haven’t given you too much meat, because of you working an’ all, but there’s plenty more if you want more. In fact the more you have the better, then I don’t have to live off the leftovers for the next two or three weeks.

“It’s all basic stuff for Christmas dinner, so help yourself.”

“It’s a feast.” Gil helped himself to mashed potatoes with chopped cabbage and onion, roasted potatoes, Brussel sprouts, carrot fries and corn and stuffing too.

Gil tried to ration himself to a little of everything, because he was sure he could eat every single morsel in the dishes, but he had a shift to work and he was sure sleeping in his office was not a good example to set. The food was wonderful and the gravy superlative.

“Nick, I’m not being suspicious here…..”

“Yes, you are, you don’t think I did this do you?”

“It’s just that I never knew, never suspected that you could cook like this. I mean I can follow a recipe, I suppose most people can, but to have it all come out perfectly is surely an art. I’ve never heard anyone say that they’ve tasted your cooking.”

“Most people who come round and eat here, just have snacks and have no idea that I make them, they think I buy them in. When I landed in Vegas I ate junk and easy stuff, and take out, but after a couple of years I got fed up and I put some weight on, so I just started putting together a few basic meals and found I enjoyed it – better than being forced by the family and it just went from there. I enjoy it, it’s relaxing after a days work and I get cook books from the family for presents and this table cloth, Maria embroidered it for me.”

“I noticed, it’s beautiful; not many people use table clothes nowadays, but it makes the meal just a bit special.”

“I think so; but you’ve made this meal the most special I’ve ever had.”

“Oh. That’s good then”

Nick smiled his smile and Gil reached across the table and took his hand. “You’re very special, Nicky. To me.”

They sat quietly for a few minutes, both men lost in their thoughts. It was strange, though they didn’t know it, but each man thought exactly the same thing.

‘I could get used to this.’

“Hey, the dessert man, you’ve got to try the dessert. It’s a traditional plum pudding….and I did cheat; Maria made it and sent it FedEx. But I made the Brandy sauce…first time, so I hope it’s okay.”

Gil laughed. “It will be; I just know it.”

Gil was still chuckling as Nick and he cleared the leftovers from the table, but he was shooed out of the kitchen to let Nick get the pudding ready. He came out a minute or two later with the sauce and dishes and then went back for the plum pudding. When he returned he was holding the pudding as flames licked around it.

Nick placed the pudding down as the blue flames petered out. “My daddy always does that at Christmas dinner. I thought it would be a nice tradition to…..start…..with us.”

“The last time I saw that was the Christmas before my father died….I was nine.”

“Oh God, Gil, I had no idea you were so young, I mean I knew your parents were no longer with us, but just a boy, that’s real sad.”

“It was sad, especially for Mom, but you know, you get by.”

“Yeah, you do. Come on, have a piece of pudding and some Brandy sauce.”

“Not too much - remember one of us has to work.”

“Bad planning; you should have had a word with the boss.”

“I’ll remember next time.” Gil finished his wine; he’d had, perhaps, a glass and a half, and now a little brandy in the pudding and sauce. He had just over two hours before he’d have to leave for work; this was one night when he wouldn’t be in early. Luckily, Nick’s normal day off had fallen on this night.

They had small helpings of the pudding and then sat at the table taking about their respective fathers. Both fathers had been disciplinarians, but had tempered that with love for their sons.

Nick went to set the coffee machine up in the kitchen and Gil was listening to the carols. It was a CD on continuous play. But quietly in the background and not intrusive. As Nick came back in, Louis Armstrong was just starting to describe a ‘Winter Wonderland’.

“Would you care for a dance Nick…nothing fancy, just a bit of a Christmas smooch?”

“Never took for you for a dancer Gil; come on then.” Nick pulled Gil to his feet and they put their arms around each other. They were about the same height, but Gil was broader than Nick and his arms went around Nick’s sides and Nick’s fell automatically onto Gil’s shoulders. It all seemed very natural to both men.

They didn’t do too much, in truth Gil wasn’t much of a dancer and had no idea, whatsoever, why he’d suggested it, but here he was and now he held Nick in his arms for the very first time. They swayed to Louis’ for a few minutes and then Nat King Cole began his song, ‘The Christmas Song’.

“This is real Christmassy isn’t it?” Nick whispered to Gil.

“Mmmm.”

Gil gently kissed Nick’s jawline, moving around towards his mouth; little soft kisses followed by the unmistakable sounds of Nick moaning quietly and then their lips met.
They gently kissed each other’s lips. Very gently; moving their lips against each other. Gil remembered that Nick had said he was ‘an old fashioned guy’, and Gil was absolutely determined to set a slow pace; he didn’t want to ruin years of lusting and longing for Nick by rushing everything now – as desperate as he was he could and would wait until Nick was ready.

Gil pulled away, very reluctantly. “Coffee?”

“Yeah; coffee.”

They cooled off on the couch sipping coffee and talking about their childhoods; they held hands and Gil thought he’d never been happier in his adult life than at that moment. Gil’s offer to help with washing the dishes had been laughed away.

“Man, I have a dishwasher; years of experience taught me that it would be the first electrical item I bought, after a stove. It’s another reason I avoid going home at Christmas…they all know how much I hate it and I always get dishwashing detail!”

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The nasty and insistent buzzing of Gil’s alarm clock brought him back to his bed. He smiled at his clock as he switched it off. He had no urge to hurl it across the room, as had been his normal response until recently. He was going to get out of bed, shower, dress and drive over to meet Nicky at his condo, he had instructions to dress ‘smart but casual’…whatever that meant, he had no idea.

He hauled himself out of bed, glancing at his erection as it popped out of the fly of his pajamas. He’d take care of that in the shower. He chuckled (he’d been chuckling a great deal lately, Catherine was having kittens trying to find out why); it was a wonder his hand hadn’t fallen off and he hadn’t gone blind since he’d been jerking off twice a day for a week. But they were very enjoyable releases, not angst ridden as they had been before Christmas Eve.

Gil and Nick had made out on respective couches and had never failed to kiss goodnight, but that was all, as soon as erections became involved - felt through layers of clothing - Nick had drawn back. He may have smiled a sneaky smile or two at Gil, but Gil was letting Nick set the pace. So, it was arduously slow; he could hardly complain about that since he’d prevaricated for so long, Nick deserved a bit of payback.

In the shower, Gil washed his hair, now longer than usual, he was under instructions to keep it longer and let it be curlier, ‘because it feels real nice’. He soaped his body and washed himself down, leaving his, now aching, erection until last.

With a soapy hand he grasped it firmly and made several twists of his hand to further inflame it; he rubbed the head with a soapy right thumb, being quite firm; he felt a shudder drag his balls up towards his body and a familiar heat build up behind his balls and around his asshole, which he was now squeezing in time with his strokes.

He used his left hand to fondle his balls and take the weight of them; feeling each testicle in his hand as he rolled it around, they were getting tighter and his stroking was getting firmer and faster. He moved his left hand around to his ass and without inserting it he ran his forefinger up and down along his anus. He gasped in a breath and his right hand responded automatically, getting faster and faster. He didn’t move his finger from his ass but bit his lip as his balls demanded some attention that were no longer getting.

His balls contracted almost up into his body and he began gasping for breath as he started to orgasm, his hand wildly pumping his dick for a few moments and then stopping as he released the strings of fluid onto the cubicle tiles. He’d slipped the tip of his finger into his ass just as he started the inevitable journey, and the anal sphincter muscle contracted and released, powerfully, as he ejaculated.

He fell forward and rested his head against the cool tiles as he tried to recover his breathing pattern, he was seeing stars as his blood pressure spiked, but in a couple of minutes he had regained a little normality. He chuckled (there it was again) and rinsed off the tiles and soaped his sensitive dick, to clean it up, not forgetting his hands and his ass.
He missed penetration, it had been years; each time he was with Nick he’d imagine what it might be like with him. He wasn’t a ‘bottom’, or a ‘top’, specifically, he loved both and hoped that Nick would be the same, and if he wasn’t, he didn’t really care.

He was a bit worried about the speed of his masturbating, though. He’d stopped arousing himself endlessly, and had been going for fast and furious and wondered, not for the first time, if he’d developed some form of masturbatory premature ejaculation. If such a thing existed. In the dim and distant past he’d always prided himself on his staying power. He hoped it would return.

He had a juice, a coffee and one piece of toast, because Nick had told him they would be eating at ‘some point’ this evening. He pondered for a few moments if he would always do exactly what Nick told him to do, and decided that he probably would. There was no doubt in his mind, whatsoever, he was in love, totally, utterly and irrevocably with Nick Stokes. Nicky. His Nicky. His ass was well and truly whipped.

At six twenty-nine Gil knocked on Nick’s door and almost immediately the door swung open.

“You’re early.”

“I…..I….ah….” Gil was unable to articulate one word. He stood in the doorway, unable to move, unable to speak and unable to breath. His body suddenly realized its ongoing need for air and he gulped.

“I remember this bit…‘cat got your tongue’?”

“A minute, only a minute……..early.”

“Right. Are you going to spend the night standing in the doorway or do you think you could come into the condo?”

“Yes; the condo.” His feet propelled him, somewhat unsteadily, over the threshold, and Nick pushed the door closed behind him.

Gil was just about regaining his some of his senses when Nick pushed him backwards against the wall and aligned his body against Gil’s.

“I quit being an old fashioned guy!”

Nick growled this against the skin of Gil’s neck and then bit down onto the tender flesh before licking the pain (what pain) away. Gil gasped; his first coherent thought in about two minutes was that he hoped like hell he could get hard again so quickly after jerking off in the shower. He needn’t have worried because even as he thought the thought he was hard and straining against his pants. The thin silk of his boxers providing no support - he was already rutting up against Nick.

Nick kissed Gil, his lips soft and pliant and yet hard and insistent; Gil was already sure that the anomalies of his thought patterns had been irrevocably damaged by the sight that had greeted him as Nick had opened the door.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom; I like a bit of comfort as I get older.”

“Yea….”

“I like you like this, very much; inarticulate Dr Grissom, lost for words. And it’s me that’s made you that way.”

Gil might have been speechless but he wasn’t going to let himself down, totally. He reached around the back of Nick’s head and pulled his lips to his once more and channeled all of his energy into a kiss, hard and passionate, their tongues dueling in and out of each other’s mouths; nipping at lips, gasping stuttering breaths as they traded the kiss between them.

Nick pulled away and grinned and Gil felt a certain amount of smugness when it appeared Nick was a little less talkative than he had been a few minutes beforehand.

Nick dragged a willing Gil to his bedroom. It was already prepared with candles flickering in the dimness of the room. Gil was pushed to the bed and fell backwards onto it pulling Nick with him. Clothes were being discarded and Gil’s carefully pressed silk shirt lost a button and was unceremoniously dumped on the floor. His pants and boxers followed similarly.

Gil’s hands were holding Nick as close to him as he could get, he was torn between wanting to touch him and wanting to see him. At that moment touching won. He was running his hands along Nick’s back feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath soft unblemished skin.

He brought one hand up to feel Nick’s hair, worn longer now, and soft to touch; his other wandered down to Nick’s ass and stroked one ass cheek. Gil could feel the muscles contacting beneath his fingers as he kneaded the flesh; Nick’s ass was compact, perfectly rounded and hairless. This one ass cheek was an exact match for Gil’s hand, as he extended his fingers he could almost encompass the entire cheek.

So fascinated was he by the anomaly that he released Nick’s hair and the other hand found it’s way quickly to the other cheek. He now had the added benefit of being able to pull Nick close to him…or more importantly, Nick’s hard erection closer to him.

Gil’s own erection was trapped between them too, but was lying in the opposite direction. The problem, as he saw it, was getting both erections together so they could both feel the exquisite pleasure that only a man’s dick rolling against another man’s dick could give. It was at moments like this that he knew that he really did prefer men to women. They were harder, earthier, and more direct than women.

But to align their dicks he would have to relinquish control of Nick’s ass. So, it would only take a moment or two; he was probably over thinking this.

“Nicky, I really need to feel your dick against mine, please hold them together, please.” It didn’t sound too strangulated, though it was certainly pleading.

“Dick? I had you down as a cock man.”

Gil laughed out loud and the mood was broken momentarily, but he did relinquish the ass to take Nick’s head between his hands.

“Tomato, tomarto.”

He looked at Nick, whose lust filled eyes shone in the candlelight.

“You are so handsome; I really do not understand how you’ve not been snapped up by some young stud.”

“Not all they’re cracked up to be. Here.” Nick pulled away slightly from Gil and sought out his cock and in a breathless moment took Gil’s dick into the same hand; there erections feeling each others heat.

Gil bucked his hips up into Nick and thought with a smirk that he wasn’t far off coming for a third time in ten hours.

“Excuse me. You don’t have time to smirk, what are you thinking about?”

“I jerked off before I came here tonight in case I got too….heated; and because I was too hot from being with you for part of the shift I also jerked off before I went to bed. I’m fifty two, Nicky, and this’ll be the third time….today!”

“Oh my God, you’re fifty two……that’s terrible man. But that said, I like a man with the power to perform. You’re powerful Gil, I can feel it.” Those last few words were delivered in that special voice that Gil had come to love - the ‘extra’ Texan drawl.

He pulled Nick into a kiss again and couldn’t avoid thrusting his hips up into Nick’s hand holding their dicks….cocks together. Nick was performing a kinda of spiraling movement of his hips and hand. Both men were very quickly reaching their limit. Just as Gil was about to slow down the proceedings, Nick did just that.

“Are you a top or a bottom; are you willing Gil…you don’t have to …but it would be real…”

“…incredible?”

“Yeah.”

“I really don’t mind Nicky. I’ve done both and I like both, so it depends what you want. I must tell you though, that it has been many years since I did either……you?”

“Over a year. That’s why tonight’s happening. I haven’t been with anyone in 2008 and I thought it would be nice to end 2008 as I hope 2009 will begin…..I just….”

“I hope 2009 will be our year, Nicky; I’m just hoping here, against hope, I guess, that we can make it…I want…..this.” He ran his fingers down Nick’s chest and then up again and rested his hand over his heart.

“Me too.” Nick placed his hand over Gil’s hand.

“Well that’s slowed things down a bit, I want to savour this Nicky. I want it to be good for you…and me…now about this bottom and top thing. What do you want to do; how do you want your 2008 to end?” Gil whispered these words to Nick who’d slipped to one side of Gil now, but both men were still touching and stoking each other’s body.

“I thought a little while ago that I wanted to….top you…but now I think I want you to…”

“….to top you…fuck you….I prefer make love to….I’ll do what you want Nicky, anything, you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger!”

“Is that so? So if I demand that you make love to me, you will?”

“I will.”

“Do it, man.” Nick’s growled words went straight to Gil’s groin and his flagging erection perked up in seconds.

Gil pulled Nick close to him again and turned slightly so that they were lying face to face. He ran his fingers along Nick’s arms and up to his neck and onto his cheek.

“I am presuming that you have lube and condoms? I have nothing on me…and to be honest I bet my supply at home is out of date. God, what an indictment of a pathetic old man.”

“Hey, not old…about to come for the third time today, remember? I have supplies, but only because when I decided to ambush you tonight I went out and bought new stuff. Here.” Nick leaned over Gil and retrieved a small bottle and several foil packets from the drawer beside his bed.

“In all honesty Nick….I think I’ll only need one.”

“Wiseguy.”

“I like to think I’m being realistic.”

“We won’t get anything done talking about it….it’ll be 2009 soon and we’ll still be talking about it.”

“No pressure then?”

“Not much.”

Gil leaned forward and kissed Nick once more. He nibbled Nick’s lips with his teeth and ran his tongue along those wide and sensuous lips. Then dipped down and gently teased the skin of Nick’s neck with his teeth. Nick pushed his neck up to enable Gil to get more access and then ran his hands through Gil’s hair gently teasing the curls with his fingers.

Gil was making his way down Nick’s body and kissed and sucked and nibbled his brown nipples until both glistened from his attention. All the time his actions were accompanied by moans and gasps from Nick. He pulled back a little to look at Nick and smile at him. Nick smiled back and touched Gil’s face, clean shaven at present, the skin smooth and soft to his touch. They kissed again.

And then Gil went straight down to Nick’s belly button and licked and nibbled around it, making Nick squirm, which only served to bring them close together. Gil was inches away from Nick’s erection. He could see that semen had leaked onto the circumcised head. He examined and admired the erection, standing straight and pale looking. As he looked, Gil had to touch his own erection. A heavier, darker, uncircumcised penis, but about the same size. He chuckled.

“What, man?”

“Just checking sizes, Nick. We’re about the same, I think, although mine’s darker and looks….older, I guess…”

“…..well of all the men in all the world I never figured you would be prone to compare cocks. Man, that’s a revelation.”

“I so need to know why you think that, but it’ll have to wait, we have pressing business.”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.” Gil looked up at Nick and then clamped his mouth around Nick’s erection. Nick jumped at the sudden, almost overwhelming, sensation but moaned louder than he’d done before. He looked at Gil and he could see the smile in Gil’s eyes as they met his.

Gil licked and sucked and used his hands to feel Nick’s balls; very neatly packaged, in his opinion, and easily cupped in one hand. He pulled and stroked and rolled each ball around for a few minutes and then slipped behind them and stroked the skin between the balls and Nick’s ass; after satisfying himself that Nick appreciated that manoeuvre, he aimed for the ass itself.

He rubbed his finger along Nick’s anus, much as he done with his own some time before, and he could feel the contractions of the muscle beneath his finger. Then he teased the entrance itself with his finger.

“Hey, pour some lube on my fingers, Nicky, will you, please?”

Nick’s hands were shaking and his fingers unsteady but he managed the request and a generous amount was poured over Gil’s fingers. With a smirk, Gil didn’t wait to warm the lube, he just put his middle finger on Nick anus and pushed it into the first knuckle. There was no resistance. Gil moved it around and around for a few moment and ensured the lube did what was expected.

He then pushed the finger further in and did the same circular movements. He leaned up and kissed Nick and Nick pushed down on the finger, clearly used to such an intrusion. Gil pulled his finger out and immediately inserted his index and middle fingers together, repeating the same process. Nick was well lubed and reacting with pleasure at the movements.

Gil decided he should up the ante a little and, without any difficulty, located the prostate and stroked it with his fingers. Nick gasped a breath and grabbed his cock, and at the same time rolled onto his back. Gil had to roll with him to ensure he remained in situ.

“You want to stay on your back, Nicky? I’m going to start, because I can’t wait for you another minute.” He spoke softly and lovingly to Nick, who locked eyes with him.

“Yeah, I want to see you.” At least that’s what Gil thought he’d said since it was so low and drawled out that he could have been mistaken.

But he wasn’t, because Nick felt around for a condom and tore it open with his teeth and reached to roll it onto Gil's cock. The cock jerked in his hand and he smiled up at Gil as he smoothed the condom in place. He then found the lube and put a generous coating on the condom. All the time Gil had still been gently massaging Nick’s ass with the two fingers.

It was a wonder they hadn’t become entangled, but they seemed to understand each other’s movements instinctively. This was a smooth operation despite them being new lovers.

Gil withdrew his fingers and moved onto his knees between Nick’s legs. He reached for a pillow on the bed and propped it under Nick’s ass and then lifted Nick’s legs up and open. Nick caught them with his own hands and hooked his hands behind each knee holding his legs up and apart.

“If this really hurts, stop me.”

“Don’t worry…I know the drill.”

“Drill…..eh?”

“Stop being dirty and fuck me.”

“Your wish….”

With one hand Gil positioned the head of his dick at Nick’s entrance and moved it around a little to spread the lube. He then pushed and immediately gained access. He stopped and looked up at Nick.

Nick was breathing through his mouth, but looked relaxed and in no distress or pain so Gil pushed on; little by little until his balls slapped against Nick’s delicious ass. Nick looked a little uncomfortable and his own erection had deflated somewhat. Gil knew this was okay and that all Nick needed to do was relax a little more and adjust.

“Tell me when you want me to start, Nicky.”

“Now. Now. I just need the movement and it’ll be good, I know it.” He looked up into Gil’s eyes and Gil saw trust.

Gil rocked back and forwards and he could feel Nick relax more and more and then he started to groan. “Man; move, you need to move, I need…..I need it….”

“Okay. God, Nicky.” Gil started to pull out and then pushed back in and then pulled out further and then pushed back in…within four pulls and pushes he had a rhythm of thrusting and pulled nearly his entire length out and thrust back into Nicky.

Nick was hot and tight and Gil was hanging on but the sensation was nearly unbearable and almost too much. But Nick’s erection sprang into life and Gil could see that his balls had contracted nearly up into his body; he was very near his orgasm, so Gil must have nailed the prostate good and proper. The feeling of his success swelled his chest with pride and he thrust with perfect timing. Each thrust caused Nick to grunt and as his hands were holding his own legs up, Gil wrapped his fingers around Nick’s erection and started pumping in time to his thrusts.

To try and take his mind off the heat in his dick and his balls and his belly he counted the thrusts and the pumping…four…five and Nick was growling and bucking his hips and the ejaculate was flying through air in thick streams, landing on Gil and Nick’s chests and stomachs.

The sight was too much, the feeling of Nick’s muscles clenching around his own dick and Gil lost his rhythm and pounded into Nick and then stopped and gasped and stared at Nick’s relaxed face as he spurted and thrust. It felt as if his belly was on fire, deep down, and that he emptying himself into Nick, until his balls were nearly inside out. He couldn’t remain supporting himself so fell down onto Nick, the new angle causing his penis to leave Nick’s ass with an unseemly plop.

Neither man was aware of their surroundings at that moment. Their breathing erratic; their bodies slick with sweat and sticky with semen. They weren’t bothered.

They held each other in an embrace; loving and secure for both of them. Nick was the first to recover some semblance of coherence.

“Good. No. Excellent. First time. Did you think it would be that good?”

“Yes. It’s you.”

“Nooooo. Things can go wrong, you know….”

“…I know.”

“But it was perfect. Huge responsibility to live up to now….me first, in 2009…okay?”

“More than okay.”

“You hungry?”

“Starved.”

“Me too.”

“I made some Indian snack food.”

“Really?”

“Don’t act surprised, you know I like cooking.”

“But I can’t smell the usual aroma in the condo.”

“I know. I kept the kitchen door closed all the time and then opened all the doors and windows and then got cold so sprayed the place with a ton of air stuff. Man, you have no idea.”

Gil was laughing, his body shaking.

“What?”

“You. We’ve just had great sex…really great sex and you’re telling me about the trouble you had cooking?”

“You gotta be nice to me…just remember that great sex.”

“I’ll never forget it, and you’re going to remind me again in 2009.”

“I guess. If you’re up to it.”

Gil’s one eyebrow rose at the slight, but he forgave Nick the moment he saw his smile.

“I’ll try, for you.”

Nick suddenly flung himself almost over Gil, their sticky bodies joined at their chests.

“It was great wasn’t it? Come on let’s get in the shower.”

“Nickeee, can’t I rest up a bit?”

“Nope, quit whining, we can make out in the shower.”

“I don’t think…..”

“…just make out, nothing fancy!”

“You go first then.”

“Oh no, together.”

“Indian, you say?”

“Yep.”

“You got something I can wear; save me getting dressed?”

“An old robe, it should fit.”

“Calling me…..”

“As if. I want to get a look at that magnificent ass of yours; I’ve wanted a piece of that ass for a long time.” He slipped a hand down and under one of Gil's cheeks and squeezed. He also noticed the condom, still on Gil's deflated cock.

“Oh, gross, man.”

“Jeez, I forgot.” Gil pulled the condom off, trying not to spill the contents; he tied a knot in it and went to drop it at the side of the bed.

“Don’t even think it.”

“No?”

“No. Guess you’ll have to get up now.” Nick jumped up and hauled Gil up by his free hand. “Bathroom - now.”

“What have I let myself in for……?” His words lost as he trailed to the bathroom followed by a young man ogling his ass.

Epilogue

Many, many times over the years, when Gil had a spare moment – and even when he hadn’t - he would close his eyes and remember the scene that had greeted him on New Years Eve, 2008.

He’d knocked Nick’s door and it had been flung open immediately and there was Nicky. Nicky. Standing naked except for a small towel wrapped around him, low on his hips; the shape of his half erect dick plainly in view.

His body glistening with water, little rivulets of water running down his chest to the towel; the fine line of dark hair running from his navel to be lost under the towel. That damn towel. The water pooling on the floor around his feet as it drained down his legs.

It was always his favourite image of Nicky. His Nicky. Always.

Of course, it wasn’t until months later that Gil ‘suddenly’ realised that Nick’s hair wasn't wet at all, it was styled as usual….that Nick had waited for him to arrive in the condo car lot and then hurriedly showered his body down. So that he could present THAT image to Gil.

He loved Nicky and it just so happened that Nicky loved him back…and then some…..

The End