Title: Untitled
By: alucardskitten
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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"I had the dream again last night." Nick's voice cut through the silence in Grissom's office. The older CSI looked up from his paper work, one pepper grey eyebrow raised in a silent inquiry. Nick unceremoniously dropped into the leather and metal chair in front of Grissom's desk. He leaned forward, leaning his elbows on Grissom's desk. Grissom continued to stare, waiting for an answer to his unasked question. A small smile formed on the Texan's face, one that spread into a large grin after a few moments. Nick leaned closer, looking from side to side as though what he was going to say was some big conspiracy.

"The one I told you about... last weekend." Nick said his voice dropping to a much lower whisper. The tone of voice sent a thrill through Grissom's body and settled in his groin, the heat pooling there. At the insistence and the time frame reminder, Grissom began to remember the dream that Nick was talking about, but not entirely. He remembered snatches of it. Grissom sat back in his seat... no longer caring about the work that he was supposed to be doing. The world shrank until it was just Gil and Nick, sitting in Gil's office... Nick seducing Gil with words and Gil letting him. A very small smile uplifted Gil's lips slightly.

"Tell me about it again, Nick..." Gil breathed out, his voice heavy with arousal. Nick's eyes lit up with mischievousness, they danced in the fluorescent lighting. Gil wondered if Nick was going to tell him, or if he was going to have to think of it all on his own. Either way, Nick was going to get spanked when they got home. He knew that they were supposed to be separating their work and personal lives. Unfortunately for Grissom, Nick was affectionate and playful. He couldn't help but add that hint of danger to his love life. Nick stood up, Grissom wondered if he would leave, but he merely shut the door, drew the blinds, and then locked the door. His smile still playing on his lips... he moved away from the door and towards Grissom. He sat on Grissom's desk, in front of Gil, legs propped up on the arms of Gil's chair. Gil looked at the view and smiled, loving the sight. Nick smiled down at him too.

"You remember... the one with the costume." Nick emphasized, his eyes still dancing. Gil knew what Nick was doing; he was using certain words to stimulate a reaction and a memory response. More pieces began to fall in the place and his body reacted on a primal level. Still, he didn't show any outward signs. As he sat there, the full scope of the dream was revealed to him. He remembered how Nick told him about this recurring dream he had. It was, as Nick called it, a very specific fantasy. He wanted Gil to dress up in a French Maid outfit... and take him over the kitchen table... while not undressing Gil... just pulling up the incredibly short skirt. That was the dream Nick was talking about.

"Oh." Gil managed to choke out, a reddish-pink blush rising to his cheeks. As much as Gil loved Nick being flirtatious, he wasn't used to it. He had spent many long years alone until Nick had cracked his shell and let himself into Gil's life. Nick's smile got even larger as he noticed the flush in his cheeks wasn't from embarrassment anymore.

"So...?" Nick prodded. Gil looked Nick dead in the eyes, his own smile twinkling back. Nick waited for Gil's reaction and Gil stroked Nick lightly through his pants, feeling the arousal there. Gil's smile got slightly bigger and he finally decided to reply to Nick's question.

"I think..." He said his voice heavy with desire. "... That you and I are going home early tonight."
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Gil opened the door to his townhouse, stepping aside to let the younger man in before him. There had been a silence in the car ever since they left Nick's apartment after picking up clothes for Nick, so if he spent the night, nothing would look suspicious—plus he needed to get some other things from his house. Then, they had to run by an adult shop and pick out the perfect outfit for Grissom. By the time Gil and Nick exited the shop, Nick was practically purring over the thoughts of what would happen tonight. The sexual tension was so thick that Nick could have cut it with a knife—but above all else—he was waiting for that moment. Gil walked into the kitchen and Nick followed him, smiling a devilish grin that bespoke evil. Nick looked at Grissom for another moment before pointing to the bedroom.

"Go change, Gil..." Nick practically purred out. Gil nodded and walked towards the bedroom, wondering what was going to become of this particular fantasy. As he removed his slacks and button-up shirt, he wondered if he should go all out and shave his legs for Nick. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as he thought about it and he grabbed his costumes and took up residence in the bathroom. However, after he changed into the outfit, he lost his nerve to do so, and he walked out—in the high heels and all. Though Gil was a little unsteady on his feet he was happy once he saw the light in Nick's eyes. Nick almost purred at the sight.

Gil stood there, standing a little over six feet tall in his high heels. They were sleek and black, with about 3 to 4 inch heels. Nick, who was focused on Gil's shoes, slowly began to sweep his gaze upward. His light hair barely made a shadow on his long legs. The hair was there, but it was barely noticeable against his equally pale skin. The skirt went down to a length about 4 inches above his knees and it poked out slightly in the front betraying how turned on he actually was by the whole thing. The skirt hung low on his hips as well, leaving a slight gap between his shirt and the waist of the skirt. The shirt fit a little lose on the top as it was made for a woman, but with Gil's hair messed up how it was and the flushed expression on his face made up for it. Nick circled him, with the gaze of a predatory cat.

"Very nice..." Nick purred out, watching Grissom. Grissom felt, very much, embarrassed. Though he was turned on by the entire thing, mainly because Nick wanted him like this, he still couldn't help but feel extremely exposed. He stood there though and let Nick circle him. He unconsciously tried to smooth down the front of his skirt. He was a control freak and sometimes a neat freak which was why he was always so pressed and proper looking at work. Nick smiled slightly and held one finger up, before turning and walking out of the room.

Nick could barely walk straight—and he certainly couldn't think straight anymore. He stalked into the living room to get his digital camera. He had told Gil immediately that if his fantasy ever came to pass, that he was going to take pictures of him. Nick couldn't help it, he was totally infatuated with Gil. As he turned on the digital camera, holding it with one hand, he let his other hand trail down to feel his aching hardness that was straining against the constrictive material of his jeans. He began to rub himself through his clothes, because he was aching to be inside of Gil. He purred low in his throat and stalked back into the kitchen. Gil was now sitting in the chair; his legs crossed properly, his feather duster resting on the table. Nick watched him appreciatively for a moment while he toyed with the feathers. Nick cleared his throat and Grissom gave him a look that reminded him of a child who had just been caught sneaking candy out after being told no. He held up the camera... Gil flushed an even deeper color.

"Nicky..." Gil protested mildly, bringing his hands up to cover his face in embarrassment. Nick smiled again, almost feral, and walked over to Gil, resting on his haunches as he slowly brought his lovers hands down away from his face. Nick looked straight into Gil's eyes, his dark brown ones meeting Gil's blue ones. With one hand, he held onto both of Gil's and with the other he gently stroked up and down Gil's cheek. He leaned close and gave the man a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Please, let me take a picture of you. You're so beautiful, Gil... so beautiful. God, it makes me hurt to just look at you sometimes, you're so beautiful. You make me break inside every time I see you. Sometimes it's hard to work because I keep thinking of you and what you and I can do when we get home. Please, Gil, let me capture your beauty so I can have it forever... in my mind as well as tangibly." Nick whispered between dotted kisses on the older man face. Gil felt himself blush from being flattered and he nodded. Nick smiled brightly and Gil thought that that look alone was worth letting Nick take a picture. Gil wanted to live his entire life always seeing that look on Nick's face. Nick took a couple of steps back and aimed the camera at Gil, trying to get the lighting and position of the picture perfect. He snapped the photo and grinned as he saw the most beautiful picture in the world of Gil appear on his screen. The pose Gil had done was great. He was bent over just slightly, looking like he was dusting the shelf he was next to. One hand was holding the feather duster and the other was on the counter, balancing him. He was looking directly at the camera with a hint of seduction in his eyes and a hint of a smile at the edges of his lips. Nick turned the camera off and set it down on the bar. He stalked towards Gil. He leaned in for a kiss one hand cupping the older mans cheek while the other made its way up Gil's shirt, to rest his hand on the other man's stomach.
Gil took a breath in sharply as Nick's hands brushed over his stomach. For some reason, his stomach was extremely sensitive. Nick stepped forward, making Gil go backward until Gil felt the table behind him. Nick boosted the older man up onto the table. As much as he wanted the main part of his fantasy to happen, he had decided as soon as they had bought the costume that there were other things he wanted to do. He slowly slid the skirt up, revealing the rest of his legs and his already hard cock. Nick began to stroke Gil's thighs, feeling the milky skin underneath deft fingers. He pulled one of the chairs to him and sat down, bringing himself right between Gil's legs. He guided Gil's legs until they rested on the back of the chair. He pulled Gil slightly forward, the cloth on the polished wooden table making Gil slide easily towards him. Nick bent his head down slightly and began to take Gil into his mouth, running his tongue over the head of Gil's cock.

Gil moaned low in his throat, a deep sound that rumbled and made tiny shivers of delight run down Nick's spine. He took Gil in farther, but he didn't want to give him too much, because Nick didn't want this to end too quickly. However, he loved tasting Gil, especially in this sense of the word. He slowly relinquished Gil's cock, pushing the older man away from him as he stood up. He gestured for Gil to stand up as well. He turned Gil around so that his back was facing him and he bent Gil over the table, his skirt riding up and exposing his ass as he did so. Nick began to caress Gil's ass as the milky skin was exposed. He bent his head down and planted a chaste kiss on each cheek. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out some lube. He put a generous amount on his hand and began to work his finger between Gil's cheeks. He ran his finger down through the crack, hearing Gil's moan of pleasure as he brushed the tight ring of muscle he would be breaching soon. He slowly worked one index finger in, hearing Gil's sharp intake of breath in slight pain. Nick stopped for a moment, letting Gil get adjusted to the feeling before pressing the digit further in. He did that same with both his middle and ringer fingers until he felt Gil was sufficiently stretched. Then, he put more lube on his hand and began to lube up his own cock. The cold lube and the sudden friction was glorious feeling on his aching cock. He was so hot for Gil; he could barely hold himself back.

Once he felt he had sufficiently prepared himself, he pushed the head of his cock inside of Gil. He heard Gil let out a strangled cry, one that was a mix of pain and pleasure. Nick stopped again, letting the older man get adjusted to the feeling. Gil began to squirm slightly and Nick decided Gil was sufficiently prepared now, and he buried himself all the way into Gil. He heard Gil moan as Nick buried himself entirely into Gil. Gil started to push back against him as Nick began to thrust in slowly and deeply. Nick spread his own legs apart to get better balance and he gripped Gil's hips to keep the older man steady as well. It was jerky at first, but the two of them soon found an agreeable rhythm. Nick continued thrusting and he felt Gil bucking up into each thrust. Nick's thrusting became erratic as he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm. However, he wanted to make sure that Gil got enough pleasure as well, so with one hand, he kept Gil steadied by his hips and he reached the other one to stroke Gil's cock in rhythm with his thrusts. He felt Gil's body tense and he felt, more than heard, the scream Gil issued when his body surrendered to orgasm. Nick felt his own orgasm soon after and he collapsed onto Gil's back. They stood there for a few minutes, panting with exertion before Nick got the gumption to move off of Gil's back. He grabbed Gil's hand and led him to the shower so they could clean up and then go to sleep. Gil looked at Nick and smiled. Nick quirked an eyebrow in a very creepy imitation of Gil's own eyebrow quirk. Gil stepped into the bathroom and Nick joined him.

"Nicky... you and I should go home early more often..."

~~ End... For real this time. ~~

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