Title: Come
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2094
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes (Cameos from some of the gang.)
Warnings: TOTALLY OOC - PWP
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: This started out as a joke between jaycee and me. I hate the word ‘cum’…it’s ‘come’, so to overcome (overcum?) my aversion jaycee suggested I write a fic with the word. I couldn’t; there’s obviously too much of a psychological block (!!). But this is also sooooo OOC it doesn’t bear thinking about – so many apologies in advance! A little light reading for a bitterly cold afternoon where I am…but I’m going to see John Barrowman tonight, so who cares?!

Nick had been flabbergasted by the Gil Grissom he now referred to as HIS Gil; the one he’d discovered once they’d become an ’item’. When Nick had let slip that he probably wasn’t averse to a little man-on-man action, Gil Grissom had moved in on him quicker than a speeding bullet.

“You’re gay?” Grissom had been incredulous and Nick completely embarrassed after letting slip what a gorgeous guy the suspect was. Well, he was; and they all knew he was gay.

“Well….errr….well. Yes, I am.”

“Good lord Nicky, how on earth have you managed to keep that hidden all these years?”

“Practise?”

“And after all this time you just slipped up?”

“Yeah….got fed up with practising, I suppose. And that guy….” He indicated towards the retreating back of the arrested man. “…..was just my type.”

“Right. An older man?”

“Yeah. So?”

“There’s some evidence here that you’ve failed to notice….but I suppose both of us are guilty of that?”

For a long time after they’d both laugh heartily as they recalled that Nick turned around and was looking for some more physical evidence.

“No, Nicky, me…I’m the evidence, I’m an older man, and to say that I have been lusting after a straight Nick Stokes for years would be an understatement of the facts. And now I find out that he – you - is not at all averse to....how do I phrase it…’a little playing at tops and bottoms’?”

“Holy shit…..tell me you’re joking!”

“No. I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“I've just said that.”

“So you want to……are you a top then?”

“I’m anything you want Nick…if you want..”

“I want. I want big time.”

“I think we need to finish work early.”

“But we’ve got that Utsler case to clear up…”

”Fuck it…this is more important….I need to get my hands on you; and my lips and teeth for that matter as well as fucking you and reciprocating if you wish…I hope you have the stamina Nick…..because I have a lot of pent up energy to expend on you.”

“You have?”

“If you don’t mind me saying Nick you’re behaving a little vanilla here…you’re not a virgin are you?”

”No. No. It’s you….Jesus, Gris, you’re talking about nailing me and god knows what, and I've never even heard you say ’fuck’ before…..let alone the image of me buried in that ass of yours.”

“I see what you mean…I've sort of unleashed it all in one go; I was taken by surprise and you can fuck me first…if you want?”

“I want. Let’s go.”

“Greg?” Gil called Greg who was still in the house processing. He was the newbie; he could stay behind and finish up.

“Yo, Grissom?”

“Nick and I have to head back to the lab, you finish up here and get the uniforms to bring you back. Okay?”

”Okay. Something come up?”

“Yeah. Two things.”

Nick nearly choked at Grissom’s response. This man was a seriously cool customer.

Nick and Gil drove their respective trucks to the lab; unloaded the evidence, checked they weren’t needed for the interviews and both were able to leave exactly at the end of their shift. An occurrence that didn’t go without comment.

From Catherine.

‘I have an appointment…I don’t know about Nick.’

‘And me…funny that.’

From Sara.

‘I’ve just told Catherine. I really don’t see that I have to justify my movements to you.’

‘I’ve got an appointment…I don’t know about Gil.’

In the car lot, as they made their way back to their trucks, Gil enquired. “Is your place closer than mine d’y’think?”

“Definitely.”

“I’ll follow you then.”

“That’s a plan.”

“And Nicky?”

“What?”

“No shaking hands with shorty before you get home.”

“Less of the ‘shorty’ man…..I’m first, Gris.”

“Call me ‘Gil’….I think it’s about time. Have you got supplies Nick, I don’t like to interrupt the flow?”

“No worries….Gil.”

“See you at your place.”

“Yeah and you….keep your hands on the wheel.”

“I promise.”

The ride over to Nick’s place was frustrating….and not just because both men had serious erections, desperate for relief…mostly from the confines of pants and shorts, but because there were road works and every single traffic light was red…..but they eventually arrived outside Nick’s small townhouse.

Nick was parked and out and at his front door in seconds and in truth, Nick could never remember seeing Gil Grissom move so fast because as the door was opened and the alarm disabled, he was right behind Nick as in ‘rightbehind’.

Nick heard his door close and Gil’s hands were around his body, under his arms. One hand was rubbing Nick’s abdomen…low just above the waistband of his jeans. Backwards and forwards, hard fingers kneading the flesh through his shirt and tee. Hot, hard fingers.

His other hand had clamped itself on one of Nick’s breasts. The muscle, hard and defined from working out; the nipple small and hard underneath Gil’s invading and persuasive hand. The fingers pinched that nipple through the shirts and Nick gasped and rolled up onto his toes and bent backwards into the body of Gil, still rightbehind him.

The assault was simultaneous on all fronts; hands on his body and lips and teeth as Gil had promised…and his tongue, which he hadn’t mentioned. Lips kissed the flesh of his neck beneath his ear and then teeth nipped at the skin, pulling it between his teeth and then the tongue soothed the abused skin.

Nick tried to say how wonderful the kiss was, but before he could say anything, the teeth hurt him and he changed his mind, but before that thought was fully formed, the tongue had cooled the pain and his mind was back to wonderful….this all escaped his mouth as a sort of ‘arhowarh’ sound from deep in his throat.

Whatever; the sound ignited a groan from Gil and a thrust of his not inconsiderable pelvis into Nick’s ass, and with that thrust the unmistakeable hardness of a very hard cock through the thickness of their clothes onto an ass cheek that dutifully returned the thrust, with a twist.

Nick’s arms had been caught by surprise by the assault and incapable of independent action had just automatically put themselves above Gil’s arms as they moved over his chest and abdomen. Now, they were spurred into action, the cock on the ass having (surprisingly) stimulated some brain function in Nick.

Nick pulled Gil’s arms from his body and turned around, in the smallest available turning circle, so that they were now mouth to mouth, body to body and more importantly - hard cock to hard cock.

Gil groaned a low guttural sound that made Nick’s hard cock twitch, although it was severely hampered by the constriction of his clothes. They kissed, and as Gil would remark later, ‘I now know the meaning behind the phrase ‘sucking face.’

They battled for possession. Their tongues entwined, their teeth catching each others lips and sucking them into their hot wet mouths. Gil pushed Nick back this time.

“I don’t want to come in my pants Nick….here.” Gil pushed Nick away from him and unbuckled his own belt, undid the button on his slacks and slid them, with his briefs, just far enough down to expose his cock.

Nick took the opportunity to do the same, though not with as much fluidity of movement as Gil. They kept eye contact for the moments it took to accomplish. Both men thought the other man’s eyes were black with lust.

Nick looked down at his prize. “God, Gil……” Without preamble he dropped to his knees and took the cock into his mouth. One hand took the base of the cock and squeezed and twisted the tight skin and then slid down to hold each ball in turn and weigh it up and pull it down; he put one arm around Gil and found his ass and then his crack and then his hole. He used his middle finger to rub against the hole, and then without further preamble pushed it in, hard.

Gil groaned and bucked his cock into the mouth holding it. His hands were on either side of Nick’s head, firmly holding Nick. As Nick’s finger fucked Gil, Gil fucked Nick’s mouth. Bucking his hips into the hot moisture surrounding it and the tongue lapping him. He looked down and started groaning in time to the finger, the thrusts, the sucking and the tightness of the hand now back on the base of his cock.

The next bit of the proceedings startled Nick and he would take a few weeks to come to terms with it. He never in his wildest fantasies…and he’d had a few… imagined Gil to be a noisy fucker…but he was about to get his first experience.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Gil started fairly quietly but it was building steadily in intensity and volume. “This is it, I am going to shoot it, Nick, down….ah…..ah….your throat, your fucking tongue. My balls are tight, Jesus……Nick…coming….it’s fuck…ing….hot…dear God. Nick coming, coming Nick…..AGHHHHHHHHH”

And with wild spasmodic abandon Gil unloaded his balls down the throat of his favourite fantasy. There was a lot….he hadn’t jacked off for at least two days and he’d built up a real good head of steam. Streaming, steaming down Nick’s throat. His breathing erratic, he opened his eyes; they’d been screwed shut as he’d downloaded, and looked down at Nick.

Nick had managed to swallow most of what he’d been offered, a few drops of come were around his lips and he was studiously licking Gil clean with a tongue that would guarantee that Gil would not totally deflate…..he knew his own recuperative powers and given this particular scenario Gil knew he’d be up and hard in a few minutes…..especially if…

“Did you come, Nick?”

Nick was less coherent than Gil and shook his head and took a few deep breaths.

“Will you jerk off for me? Let me see you come and shoot across the floor towards me….can you do that?”

It took all of Nick’s control not to come there and then at the words whispered in such low tones from this complete stranger in front of him.

He’d fallen back on his haunches as Gil had pulled away from him, but now he pulled himself back up onto his knees and looked down at his weeping cock….it was so hard it hurt…but there was no way he could claim it was a bad hurt; it was a wonderful pain, a pain on the very brink of pleasure.

His right hand took hold of his cock and his fingers wiped the pre-come from the glistening head, a head so engorged it was a deep purple, rather than its usual dark red. He looked at himself with pride. Gil’s was darker and his balls were bigger, heavier, but their cocks were about the same size…’shorty’, indeed.

He used the sticky fluid on the head to lubricate the length and then he pumped once holding it as tightly as he could and still move his hand over the skin. Fuck, he was close, he was about to come and have the strings of come all over his floor for Gil to see. He pumped again

Nick looked up and saw the expression on Gil’s face. At that moment he knew the journey had begun and his hand stopped and his hips bucked and his cock bucked in his hand. His eyes never left Gil’s face.

Gils eyes were fixed on Nick’s cock and his mouth was open - he was still breathing heavily but as he realised Nick was about to come, he spoke, quietly.

“Oh Nick, come on. Let me see how much you can give me, God, I think your balls are pulsating as they push it up and out, oh, Nick, yes, yes, what a sight….oh God, Nick you’re good, you know that….hey, look at that, must be eighteen inches….God how powerful is that, when you’re inside me you’re gonna come all the way out of my mouth....you know that?”

Nick had just about finished and it was official. He couldn’t remember a more powerful orgasm, ever…even inside a man…or a woman. And he knew the reason why immediately. Gil’s voice. Gil’s running commentary. He also noticed that Gil’s cock was very nearly hard again….and he wouldn’t be out done by that…he may need a few minutes….but he was definitely going to fuck Gil…..he needed to hear that voice…feel the man, the cock, he was already addicted and he wouldn’t be giving up this habit any time soon……

The End