Title: Sara Who?
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Rating: FRAO
Category: PWP
Summary: Gil gets an unexpected visitor.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Gil heard the knocking at his condo door. He was surprised because he wasn't expecting anyone. Gil had the night off, but Sara had to work. They couldn't always schedule their days off together, because it would eventually look suspicious.

Gil opened the door and starred. It was Warrick, and damn, if he didn't look good. He was dressed all in black. His black silk shirt was unbuttoned down the front and he had on the tightest black jeans. Gil wondered how Warrick could breathe in anything that tight.

Warrick smelled good too. He smelled like the earth after a rain storm, fresh and musky, combined. Gil also caught a whiff of alcohol, probably wine. Warrick eyes seemed to be on fire. They, almost, had a hypnotic quality. Gil finally stammered out, "Hey, Warrick. What bring you by? Um, you look good."

"Thanks, Gil. I knew you had the night off and I stopped by to see if you wanted to go to a club with me."

"Come on in, Rick. I... uh, really wasn't planning on going anywhere this evening, but maybe - you'd like to stay for a drink."

"Sure, Gris. I'd love to stay for a drink."

At this point, Gil started to think that maybe Warrick had already had enough to drink, but he poured him a glass of wine anyway. Damn, but he looked hot. Gil's blood pressure was definitely rising, the longer Warrick stayed. Gil offered Warrick a seat and Gil sat down on the couch. Warrick sat down next to Gil, and not in the chair he'd been offered. He smiled at Gil. It was almost predatory. "Um, Warrick, is there something you wanted to see me about?"

"Yes, Gil. I've been wondering about something. Rumor has it that you're dating Sara."

"Warrick, you know I never discuss my personal life. It's nobody's business who I'm dating or not dating."

"That's too bad, Gil. It's just that I hate to see you end up with that woman."

"And what's wrong with Sara." Gris asked, slightly annoyed.

"I just don't think she's the right person for you, Gris. She's so rigid and cold. I don't think she can make you really happy. Are you in love with her?"

"Warrick, I'm not going to answer that."

"Please, Gil, for me. Are you in love with her?"

"No! Now, answer a question for me. Are you in love with your wife?"

"No, Gil. I'm not. We spilt up two months ago, but it's not common knowledge."

"I see."

"No, I don't think you do see. Gil, none of my relationships have worked out very well and neither have yours. Why do you think that is?"

"Well, we just haven't met the right one yet."

"Oh, but we have. We've just been too afraid to do anything about it." Warrick sighed and ran his fingertips, gently down Gil's beard.

Gil jumped slightly at the touch and starred wide-eyed at Warrick, but Warrick was not about to back off.

Before Gil could protest, Warrick's lips attacked Gil's own, cutting off his ability to argue. He kissed him with such force that it took Gil a while to realize what was going on. As Warrick's tongue slipped into Gil's mouth, he opened his slightly and heard Warrick moan. As the kiss drew deeper, Gil started to kiss back, his hand now gripping Warrick's shoulder, digging his nails in.

Before Gil could lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen, Warrick pulled away.

Surprised, Gil just watched, not moving an inch.

"Tell me you don't want this." Warrick asked, moving back in closer, his hands beginning to explore under Gil's clothes.

Tensing with anticipation and an element of fear, Gil couldn't say a word. He wasn't sure he wanted to. Closing his eyes, he let Warrick's hands roam free, uttering a small moan as fingers began to rub across his nipples, alternating between hard and soft, never giving him a chance to get used to either.

As his shirt was pulled open, small buttons flew off in all directions, Gil felt Warrick's mouth on his chest, teasing and biting. He brought his hand up to Warrick's hair, gripping it tightly, causing Warrick to moan once again.

He could feel his erection straining against his pants and he wondered if Warrick was just as hard. He wanted this, but what about Sara. None of it mattered as Warrick's hands began to open his pants, finally freeing his hard cock, only to leave it wanting.

"Fuck... just... "Gil broke off, not sure what to ask for. "Do something, please."

Warrick's hands trailed up his body and into his hair, pulling him into another brutal kiss, locked together as their bodies connected.

Gil groaned as Warrick's clothed erection rubbed against his own. The friction only made his need worse, and so he resorted to getting as much contact as he could.

Warrick had other things in mind, as he pulled back, leaving Gil breathless on the sofa. His hand clasped the erection, gently tugging as his eyes bore into Gil's. "Turn over."

"Why?" Gil murmured, his hips moving with Warrick's, trying to get enough movement to find release.

Warrick leaned forward. "Because I'm gonna fuck you right here."

Gil's eyes opened wide and he almost came right then. "I... couldn't we just.. um... yes."

"Do you have any lube?"

"Yes, In the bedroom, first door on the left, night stand ."

Warrick grinned, "Stay here."

Oh, Gil wasn't about to go anywhere.

Warrick returned with lube quickly, much to Gil's relief. Warrick's cock now hung out his open pants as he coated it with lube. Gil realized he had no intention of removing his clothes, which only served to make Gil feel even more excited. His body shivered at the thought.

Gil turned Over and let Warrick pull his pants all the way off.

Warrick pulled the remainder of the shirt from Gil's back, his spare hand caressing the warm skin.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't hurt you. I'll go easy".

As a finger slipped inside, Gil clenched his fist, determined not to show Warrick, exactly how out of control he'd become in such a short period of time.

A hand reached round his front, slowly teasing his cock.

The finger withdrew from Gil, only to be joined by a second finger. This time Gil shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from crying out, but Warrick grabbed Gil's hand and yanked it away. Warrick moaned in Gil's ear, " I want to hear you, baby. I want to hear you scream for me."

Third finger in and Gil was beyond words. All he could do was writhe and moan.

As Warrick's cock pushed at his entrance and slid inside him, Gil cried out, his fingers digging into the sofa arm, trying to displace the mass feeling of pain and pleasure that assaulted his body.

Warrick's hands held on tightly to Gil's hips and he began to fuck him, each stroke harder than the other, until Gil could barely draw the line between what hurt and what felt so fucking good, that his head grew light and the world began to spin.

Warrick began to bring Gil off with his hand, attacking him from both sides with a pleasure that threatened to take Gil's breath away.

Unable to form words, Gil screamed with unrestrained ecstasy. Every time Warrick slammed into him, he could feel his body shaking with sexual electricity, a feral orgasm was building inside of him, until every nerve exploded with pleasure and he felt himself coming in Warrick's hand.

Almost numb from the sheer force of his orgasm, Gil only just registered Warrick's own orgasm, exploding inside him, until the contact was broken and the cold air crept across his bare skin.

Warrick rolled Gil over, gently. He smiled and kissed him so softly. It was like a kiss from an angel. Gil was still out of it and still light headed, but he felt so warm, wrapped in Warrick's strong arms.

The silence was broken, when Warrick whispered in Gil's ear, "Baby, I don't want this to end. I want to be with you and I think that's what you want too. What are you going to do about Sara?"

Gil snuggled closer to Warrick. He was almost asleep, but he did manage to mumble, "Sara, who?"

The End