Title: Worth the Effort
By: nancy
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Humor 1st Time mild spoilers for Grave Danger
Summary: Just a silly little bunny that bit tonight when reading too many fics where clothes just miraculously disappear. *grin*

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"Ow."

Well. This is embarrassing, Gil thought, struggling to get the shirt off.

"Let me help."

Unfortunately, Nick's hands only served to entangle him further and his nose protested when a palm hit it a little too hard.

"Ow."

"Sorry. Wait, hang on a sec, move the other way."

They finally got the shirt off and Nick took one look at Gil, glasses askew and hair wild, and started laughing helplessly. Shaking his head, Gil asked, "If you're done?"

Getting himself under control, Nick cleared his throat and reached out to straighten Gil's glasses as he apologized, "Sorry. You want to try this again?"

Gil arched an eyebrow at him and they both leaned forward at the same time, but neither moved properly at the right time. Noses smashed together and glasses dug into the bridge of Gil's nose hard enough that he yelped a little, immediately thinking, Oh that's dignified.

Laughter once more assailed Nick, his eyes crinkling as he rubbed his nose. "Sorry, Gil, honest. I'm not usually this bad a kisser."

A bit rueful, Gil replied, "Neither am I. Why don't you stay put and I'll come forward?"

"Check."

Nick was still grinning when Gil closed the distance and took his mouth in a hesitant kiss. It wasn't their first kiss, or even their tenth, but this time they were in a bedroom, ready to take things to the next level. Neither were on-call, the cell phones were turned off, and they'd had a romantic dinner to get in the mood where they spent the time just talking and relaxing. Gil had picked Nick up that night, and they'd returned to Gil's home to spend the night.

The kiss eventually grew into one that carried the heat of their attraction and love, deepening into urgency with a startling intensity. Gil found himself maneuvered onto the bed and pushed himself into the center of the mattress. It was almost irritating to watch Nick pull his own shirt off without any effort whatsoever and toss it aside. But then Gil took a good look at what was revealed and irritation was beat out by pure, unadulterated lust.

Nick climbed onto the bed and straddled him, Gil couldn't help but shiver, half-hard at the contact as Nick settled on his hips. Strong hands rubbed slowly over his chest, combing through the chest hair. Gil tried not to wince when fingers caught in a couple of knots, but Nick noticed and shifted so his hands rubbed over and not through. Then his nipples were tweaked and Gil sighed happily, laying back on the pillows as Nick bent forward to take a hardened nub in his mouth.

It was movement and friction for the next few minutes, hardening him further as Nick undulated over his groin. Gil's hands massaged the tops of Nick's shoulders, relishing the feel of the warm skin and solid muscle beneath. When Nick kissed his way down Gil's chest, biting gently and licking as he went, Gil groaned, hoping that he knew what was coming next. Sure enough, there were fingers on his belt only moments later and he waited as Nick tugged at it...and waited...

Frowning, Gil pushed onto his elbows to find Nick giving the belt a perplexed look. "What?"

"It's stuck," Nick answered, tugging again. "You can't wear a normal belt like most guys?"

Gil sat up altogether and reached for it himself as he said, "It's not stuck. You're just too used to easy...access...oh damn. It is stuck."

"Uh huh. That's what I said."

They looked at each other and simultaneously came to the same conclusion. "Scissors!"

"Bathroom," Gil ordered. "Top right drawer."

"Got it."

Nick rolled quickly off the bed and jogged to the attached bath, rummaging through the drawer and coming back with the scissors held triumphantly in the air. He hopped onto the bed and Gil flinched when the blades came a little too close to his groin, instead of the belt. "Here, why don't I do that?"

"What, you don't trust me?" Nick teased, handing over the scissors.

Gil snorted as he began working on the belt. "No offense, Nicky."

"Hey, none taken man, believe me."

It took a few minutes to get through the leather belt, but finally it was gone and tossed aside, the scissors placed carefully in the bedside table drawer. By this time, of course, Gil was back to only partially hard and he could see Nick was in the same condition. "Why don't we just get fully undressed first, then return to bed?"

Nick nodded and climbed back off the bed.

Gil followed suit and pushed his pants down only to discover that he'd forgotten to remove his shoes first and promptly got one stuck in a pant leg. Head dropping in defeat, he muttered, "Tell me I didn't just do that."

"Oh you did," Nick confirmed, merciless. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Alarmed, Gil exclaimed, "No scissors! These pants are expensive!"

Holding up his hands with a chuckle, Nick promised, "No scissors, I promise. Hop on over to the bed."

It was more like a hobbled walking motion, but Gil made it and sat down. Nick knelt on the floor and proceeded to pull the fabric down over the shoe. Unfortunately, Gil pulled his foot up when Nick pulled down on the pants extra hard and his knee clipped Nick in the chin, sending him staggering when the foot came free.

Gil lurched off the bed, stumbling towards Nick with a horrified, "Nick! Nicky, are you okay?"

Rubbing his chin, Nick quirked a wry grin at him and said, "I'm fine, Gil, don't worry. Probably have a bruise tomorrow, but otherwise fine."

Groaning with embarrassment and apology, Gil sat on the floor beside him, suggesting, "Maybe we should just give up and try again another night when I have the apparent cooperation of my own body."

But Nick shook his head emphatically. "No chance. Took me too long to get you here in the first place. Off with the rest of your clothes and get that butt of yours in bed now, Mister."

Bemused, Gil did as he was told and finally was naked in bed, if more than a little tense at what else he might accidentally do to Nick. He moved abruptly, taking off his glasses even though that made Nick somewhat blurry around the edges. He didn't want to take any more chances.

Naked as well, Nick climbed onto the bed and gently pushed Gil back against the pillows. "Relax, Gil, the hard part's over. Well, mostly. Oh hell, you know what I mean."

Gil couldn't help but chuckle at Nick's chagrin on his unintentional double entendre. He smiled at the younger man and cupped the back of his head to pull him in for, thankfully, a pain-free kiss. It deepened quickly and they were both up and running in no time at all. Rolling Nick onto his back, Gil took the opportunity to kiss his way down the vulnerable Adam's apple to the hollow of his throat and then further down.

"Oh yeah, that's it Gil, feels good, man," Nick encouraged.

This, he could do. Take the length of his lover in his mouth and tantalize, alternately sucking and licking as he brought Nick closer to the edge. His lover thrust up in a haphazard rhythm that Gil couldn't quite discern, but took readily. He'd been fantasizing about this for way too long not to take whatever Nick dished out to him. That they'd finally managed to get on the same page was something of a miracle, given how much Nick had shut himself off after his trauma of being buried alive. But they were and Gil had every intention of making this the best Nick had ever known.

Not all that difficult since Nick had admitted to only two male lovers, but Gil was pointedly not thinking about that.

Nick groaned and gasped, "Fuck! Gil, I'm gonna come, man, oh shit, you gotta stop or, Gil!"

Swallowing down the hot splash of semen, Gil continued to go up and down Nick's length as he jerked himself off. When Nick arched and gasped, another burst of seed escaping down Gil's throat, Gil twisted his own cock hard, driving himself over the edge with a muffled shout. Pulling off Nick's cock, Gil allowed himself to cough a little and draw in big gasps of air.

"Wow. That was...great," Nick sighed, a hand petting Gil's head slowly. "Come on up here."

Once he'd collected himself a bit, Gil crawled back up and settled himself half-over Nick with a sigh of contentment.

Nick pressed small kisses to the top of his head and asked, "You want to get the light?"

In answer, Gil reluctantly twisted away from him to turn off the bedside lamp and then curled up over Nick once more. He'd missed this most of all, the contact, the caring, and yes, even the laughter.

"One thing I've gotta say about you, Gil," Nick said a short time later, a smile evident in his voice.

Almost afraid to ask, Gil prompted, "What's that?"

Nick chuckled and kissed him on the nose before answering, "You're worth the effort."

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