Title: A Foot Thingy
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2989
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: V fluffy and AU and a fetish is ‘explored’.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: Unbeta-ed. So the mistakes are all mine and since I've only had time to check it once it’s probably full of errors…sorry!! The icon is high_striker’s.
A/N: In response to ‘pits… I was informed that jalola likes fetishes…I hope she likes this…I did get a bit (a lot) carried away!

Nick didn’t notice anything unusual about it; they’d been ‘properly’ together for a couple of months, after several false starts, and things were going well…he hoped anyway, he really had no terms of reference for a log term gay relationship.

Gil was remarkably easy going out of the office and they spent a lot of their time together just shooting the breeze and relaxing! Truthfully, they didn’t have a great deal of time together because they were both always busy with one ‘project’ or another. Well Gil was; he lectured, he consulted, he wrote articles, he raced cockroaches; he worked hard, all the time.

Nick went to the gym, hiked a bit, did some charity work with boys, wrote articles too, and he worked hard, so co-ordinating their lives was quite a feat.

They both, by the very nature of their job, spent a lot of time on their feet; Nick always wore good well fitted shoes, supporting his feet at all times, expensive, but worth the money. Gil tended to go with casual shoes all the time, regardless of the scenes they were required to attend.

So it came as no surprise to Nick when Gil complained about his feet aching.

He’d showered and sat on the side of the bed inspecting his feet; first one and then the other.

“I have a blister, here.” And he pointed to his foot for Nick to inspect. Sure enough there was a sizeable blister on his little toe, and his heels looked sore.

At first, Nick didn’t know whether to challenge his choice of footwear or not, but then thought he should, because his shoes were plainly not fit for purpose. He took a deep breath.

“I've noticed you wear ordinary shoes all the time at work. Don’t you think you’d be better off in more substantial shoes or even boots…like I wear?”

“Of course I would, but I don’t like wearing heavy things and then I’d have to shop around and you know how I love doing that?”

“Yeah, a gay man who doesn’t like shopping.” He kissed Gil on his cheek. “Do you have your feet treated, you know by a chiropodist?”

“No. I've never bothered. I think I should have, shouldn’t I? I’ll look one up and make an appointment.”

“Maybe worth it man, they look sore.”

“They are.”

The next day Nick had to pick up some ‘supplies’ from the Pharmacy and while he was waiting in line he saw some products for tired and aching feet. He spent a few minutes reading about the benefits of foot massage oil and various creams and even specially formulated bandages for blisters, bunions and corns.

He’d never bothered with any of these products before because his feet were well looked after, but he doubted if Gil would even remember to find a chiropodist. So he piled the items he thought would benefit Gil into a heap and purchased the lot…together with his condoms, in various colours (he liked those) and lube in various flavours (they all tasted the same to him).

And a leaflet on how to do it…the foot massage…not the sex bit. He chuckled to himself and a very old lady smiled at him. He smiled back and then his face reddened when he realised she was scrutinising his prospective purchases. He let her take his place in line and tried his very best to look nonchalant.

When he got home he read all the information and studied the contents of the oil; tea tree, peppermint and eucalyptus oils. Now that would smell real nice.

When they were next together, they were showering and making out in Gil's cubicle; Nick slid to his knees in the confined space and took a wet dick into his mouth, slipping his mouth and lips and tongue and teeth along Gil’s half hearted erection which immediately became a fully fledged hard-on.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Gil rubbed his hands through Nick’s wet hair ridding it of the last remnants of his shampoo.

Nick looked up, his mouth still occupied, and saw Gil smiling down at him, but then he gasped and grimaced. He looked as if he was in pain and Nick knew, categorically, that he was not.

Nick’s hand joined his mouth in administering strokes to his lover’s erection; twisting and turning and pumping as his mouth now sucked and licked. He could get his tongue under Gil's foreskin and Gil really liked that…REALLY!

“Nick, Oh God, I’m gonna come if you keep that up. I wanna come. Can I come?”

Nick’s mouth didn’t break contact with his prize but his eyes crinkling in a smile Gil couldn’t see assured him that if he wanted, he could come.

So Nick sucked tighter, forcing the hard-on deeper, he couldn’t deep throat, but he could manage a fair proportion of Gil’s not inconsiderable dick.

“Nick, oh God, you’re sooooooo…….” At least that’s what Nick think he said because he was suddenly very busy swallowing copious amounts of fluid being spurted into his mouth. Luckily for him Gil’s fluid was very fluid and easily contained and swallowed, so he waited until the spasms in the dick had finished and then licked his way off it.

Holding onto Gil's hips he hauled himself to his feet but nearly caused Gil to collapse as he did so…but they steadied themselves and Gil captured Nick in a bear hug squashing his limp penis and Nick’s hard-on between their bodies.

“You do me the power of good, Nicky. I feel like a young man again when I’m with you.” Gil almost shouted into Nick’s ear to be heard above the water cascading over their bodies.

“You’re not THAT old, babe.” Nick laughed as he held onto Gil.

“I sometimes feel very old with my poor sore feet.”

“Did you find a chiropodist?”

“No, I didn’t even look, I’ll do it later, now my young lover-boy how shall I pleasure you?”

“Hold on; I bought some stuff…for your feet, I knew you wouldn’t make an appointment anywhere, so I thought I’d have a go myself and try and give you some relief.”

“You didn’t?”

“I did; did I do wrong?” Nick was nervous at Gil’s astonishment.

“No, no, of course not, but you’d do that for me…mess with my decrepit old feet?”

“Sure, if you want me to.”

“Want you? Nick, Nicky it’ll be wonderful, I’m absolutely sure of that.” He hesitated and then said. “Wow.”

“What?”

“No one has ever done that for me…ever.” He looked at Nick with an almost perplexed expression on his face.

“First time for everything.”

“Yes; now back to pleasuring you; what is your pleasure tonight?”

“I don’t know…maybe fuck, I don’t know, lets see.”

“Nothing now?”

“No, I’m good, let’s finish off and see about your feet.”

“’Itching’ to get your hands on them, are you?” Gil smirked.

“No.” Nick blushed, because that was it exactly, he did want to get his hands on them.

They dried off between kisses and some fondling. Gil pleaded the fifth when he attacked Nick’s balls from behind, between his legs…’because they asked for it’.

When they’d eventually made it to the bedroom, Nick produced his bag of goodies.

He had nail clippers, a nail file, a sander, some lavender and witch hazel cream and, of course, the oil for the massage.

Gil watched as Nick set out the instruments and oils he was going to use and then he was gently pushed back against the pillows. Nick kneeled at the bottom of the bed and put another pillow, covered with a towel in front of his knees and pulled Gil's compliant feet onto the pillow.

Gil was leaning back with his hands linked behind his head. He looked relaxed and amused as he lay naked watching an equally naked Nick prepare for his ministrations.

“I hope you’re not ticklish.”

“Me too; this is a wonderful surprise for me Nick, you know that?”

“I hoped it would be; but I want it to help you, there’s nothing like painful feet to make you ornery.”

“You think I’m ornery?”

“Do I have to answer that?”

“Now…I’m worried. Have you had painful feet?”

“Errr…no. Maria used to say bad feet made you ornery.”

“Maria, the family help?”

“Yep…the family everything. Right; let’s go…I got a leaflet about doing a massage, but then it said prepare them first. So here goes….”

He picked up the clippers and inspected the nails and then clipped each toe nail, in a straight line. He hardly had to take any nail off, as Gil obviously did clip his own nails, albeit haphazardly. He then filed each mail to make them tidy. Gil hadn’t flinched and was still relaxed, so his feet weren’t ticklish.

He then used the sander to remove some hard skin from Gil’s heels, first the rough side and then the smooth side to leave the skin smooth.

It was when Gil started sighing.

“You okay?”

“Oh yes. It’s the most wonderful sensation, a sort of liberating feeling…yes, you’re liberating my feet.”

“Liberating? Okay?”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it…I take it you haven’t?”

“No.”

“Then maybe I should do it for you, too.”

“I haven’t got any hard skin.” He said, glancing around to look at his feet tucked under his legs, just to make sure.

“Maybe I just like having my feet touched.”

“Maybe.” Nick kept his head down as he smiled.

“What’s that secret little smile for?”

“Maybe I like doing it.”

“It’s of mutual benefit then.” And as if on cue, his deflated dick twitched…the movement not lost on either man.

Nick cleared the towel away from the pillow, getting rid of the nail clippings and dead skin. He put another towel in its place and tidied away everything but the oil.

“I haven’t smelled this yet, but I think it’ll be great. It’s tea tree, peppermint and eucalyptus.”

“Sounds too good for my feet.”

“Nothing is too good for your feet, Gil, they have to last you a long time.”

“Yes, Mr Serious Guy.” He smiled at Nick who laughed back.

“Here goes.”

Nick poured a small amount into his hand and immediately the room was filled with the smell, a clean fresh smell. He rubbed it into his hands, and his nose tingled as the oils released their vapour; he was going to enjoy this, he knew it, he’d never done it before or even considered it and yet now he was here and he about to embark on one of life’s mysterious little journeys.

He held Gil’s right foot in his hands and worked the oil all over the foot. Gil gasped and murmured and wriggled and at first Nick thought he’d become ticklish but they were small sounds of pleasure and before his eyes as he looked down, Gil's erection was up and proud. And, so it happened, was Nick’s!

When the oil was fully distributed he started the massage he read up about. He used his thumbs in slow stroking movements from Gil's toes up to his ankle, pressing quite firmly. He did this five or six times and Gil had given up murmuring and was gasping out, ‘oh God’, oh Nick’, ‘oh Nicky’, and when Nick then started on the underneath of his foot Gil's ass jumped up from the bed making his tumescent penis bob about.

“Jeeeesus…Nickyyyy…I can’t tell you how fabulous this is.” He gasped out the praise.

“Happy to be of service.”

“Oh God.”

Nick then applied the same technique to the left foot and then gently rotated the ankle of each foot anti-clockwise and then clockwise.

Then he started another action that had Gil begging.

Nick used his thumb on the soles of Gil's feet and put pressure in little circles on the foot, starting beneath his big toe. While doing that he was simultaneously massaging the ball of the foot.

“Nick, please, don’t stop, never stop. Oh God, I need to fuck you Nicky, please.”

Nick laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me; I’m so hard I’m going to burst, look.” And with that he took his dick in his hand and pumped it, but was stopped immediately by Nick batting his hand away.

“Oh no you don’t, you’ll leave that for me.”

Gil stopped and looked at Nick; a Nick telling him forcibly to wait. Naturally, the very last thing he wanted to do was wait, but somehow he knew that he should and that this was going to be good…very good indeed.

Lastly, Nick started kneading the feet, like he’d been taught by Maria, funnily enough, when she made bread. So he’d had practise at this particular bit.

Gil was writhing on the bed and Nick had to hold the feet firmly to prevent them from leaving his hands, the oil had made them slippery and hot.

When he’d finished all he’d had to do, Nick moved to ease his cramped legs and release his own cock and balls from their squashed position. His cock sprang out and was hard and hurting, and, unlike Gil, he hadn’t had an earlier release.

He used the towel to wipe off the excess oil from the feet and then on an impulse brought Gil's right foot up to his mouth. He blew on the toes.

“Aghhhhh.” The way Gil threw himself around the bed he was in danger of dislocating the ankle Nick was holding.

“Shhhh, lie still, you might get hurt.”

“No, can’t lie still, need you Nick, need you now, please, please. Please….”

But Nick wasn’t giving up that easily.

“I said, lie still.” He was quite firm and Gil did still, his eyes fluttering open to stare at Nick.

Nick was still holding Gil's right foot and this time slid a finger between his big toe and second toe and ran it to and fro a few times and once more blew on the hot foot.

Gil's breath became ragged. “Jeeeesus…Nickyyyy…” He repeated.

This time Nick leaned forward and kissed Gil, the smell of the oil heavy in the air it also seemed to be on Nick’s breath.

Gil, at last having something to touch, kissed with such passion; it was hot, wet and all over Nick. He pulled Nick’s ass down towards him trying to gain some purchase for his dick, but Nick pulled back.

“No, I want you inside me.”

“Yes, yesssss.”

Nick correctly deduced that Gil was pretty much incapable of any coherent actions, so he leaned over to retrieve a condom and some lube. He sat astride Gil's legs as he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and then smoothed the luminous pink condom onto Gil’s erection. He chuckled at the colour, and then coated it with a good lathering of lube.

He positioned himself over Gil's pink hard-on. And Gil suddenly regained some sense.

“You’re not prepared, you could be hurt.”

“I feel fine, it’ll be tight, but I’m okay, I promise, if it’s bad I’ll stop and let you stretch me.”

“Be careful.”

Nick started to lower himself onto the hard stake; it was tight and a bit uncomfortable but he was slow and wriggled around to spread the lube and stretch his muscles. In no time at all Gil was buried as deep as he could be inside Nick.

“I love you, Nick.” Gil just said it, but he was looking at Nick and seemed in control of his senses.

“Yeah, me too.” Nick was not about to pledge undying love to this man; he wanted his declaration, not when Gil was buried balls deep in him, but when they were watching TV, or having a meal, or anywhere where it would mean something.

“I do. Love you. I just realised, Nicky.”

That did sound quite promising so Nick smiled and started to move a little, rocking back and forth and then, when he was accustomed to the intrusion he started moving up and down on the hard-on, Gil lost his ability to speak at this stage and was gripping the bed sheets, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth emitting gasps, sighs and little incoherent words; Nick was pretty certain the ‘Nicky’ and ‘love’ were among them.

Nick could feel the swell of Gil’s erection and the hardness and guessed he wouldn’t have long so he manoeuvred around until he felt the hard-on strike his prostate and the tingling, the heat and the pleasure accumulated until he too was gasping and his rhythm speeded up and his hand began to pump his cock.

The air was filled with the smell of the oil and as Nick’s semen began its pleasurable journey from balls to the outside world, Nick remembered the feel of Gil’s feet in his hands, the hands that now held his hot and heavy cock, and then his semen spurted across Gil's chest in boiling hot strings just as Gil pumped his load into Nick’s bright pink condom…even in his orgasmic stupor, Nick still chuckled.

A few minutes later they were sufficiently recovered to have cleaned themselves up and they lay in each other’s arms.

“I meant what I said Nick. I do love you.”

“Mmmm?”

“I do; you seem a little reluctant to believe me.”

“Tell me when your feet hurt and you haven’t just fucked my brains out.”

“Okay I will.”

“Put the cream on after you shower in the morning. On Saturday we’re going to the mall, and you’re buying some new shoes for work, something sturdy and supportive for your feet and some cotton socks.”

“Whatever you say dear, but if my feet don’t hurt any more when will I be able to tell you that I love you?”

Nick smiled and cuddled closer. “You’ll know when.”

“Every day until you believe me?”

“You could start there.”

“Hey, who knew we both have a foot fetish.”

“Does that make it a feetish……?”

The End