Title: Drabble
By: Streel
Pairing: Jim/Gil
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gil/Jim drabble.

"Fuck," Jim said. "Fuck."

"Me," Grissom replied. "Me. Now." Their bodies slid together, sweat-slick on Grissom's damp daylight sheets; their hands tangled together, touching, grasping, holding on. They moved blindly together, like animals rutting. Some National Geographic voice-over was running in Gil's head. The male of the species is prone to such behaviours. "Jim," he started to say, Jim, we're prone to these behaviours.

What he actually said was "Ah," and "Ah" again as Jim Brass slid deep inside of him. What Jim actually said was something like Oh God Gil love you love you love.

Like that.