Title: Nothing to See Here, Just Sex
Author: Carina Scott
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Warrick Brown/Gil Grissom
Disclaimer: I don't own, just having some fun.
Summary: What it says on the tin.
Author's Note: chrislilhottie prompted me with the following: Warrick/Gil, fuck. I could use the word anyway I saw fit, and well, I went for the most literal interpretation. ? So you guys get almost 3,000 words of smut. I need to get back to writing for my very first OTP anyway, and this will hopefully whet the muse's appetite for more. Enjoy!

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Warrick was quiet as he walked into the locker room, having followed his lover from his office without the older man's knowledge. His steps where nearly silent as he walked aisle to aisle, checking to make sure that they were alone. A quick peek in the restroom/shower area on the other end of the room assured him of this. Satisfied that he wouldn't be interrupted, he walked back to the locker room door and locked it. They wouldn't have long, but for what Warrick had planned, he didn't want any interruptions.

Still in stealth mode, Warrick crept to the aisle that housed Gil's locker, smiling as he watched his lover making preparations to go home at the end of their long shift (which had actually turned into a double about three hours ago), knowing that the other man was completely unaware of the attention. Walking up behind Gil, Warrick pressed fully against his lover's back and ass, smiling when Gil immediately relaxed against him. Warrick knew it was a testament to Gil's weariness that he even allowed himself this much liberty while at work, but Warrick also knew that it wouldn't go without comment.

"Ricky, this is a bad idea."

"But I haven't even done anything yet," Warrick replied, wrapping his arms around Gil and pulling him more firmly against him, resting his hands on the soft planes of Gil's stomach.

"Someone could see us."

Everyone knew they were together; they'd made sure to let Ecklie know as soon as they'd moved past dating and had decided to move in together, so Warrick knew that wasn't Gil's concern. He'd been worried about any appearances of impropriety since their relationship had become common knowledge, and while Ecklie hadn't split them up, he had made sure that any performance reviews for Warrick fell under Catherine's purview. Warrick was still surprised at Ecklie's decidedly accommodating attitude about the whole thing.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Warrick licked at Gil's ear before moving on to kiss him on the cheek. "I locked the door, babe. We'll be fine."

"Because that's not suspicious at all."

Warrick chuckled, shaking his head at Gil's dry observation. But Warrick also noticed that for all his protesting, Gil had yet to attempt to move out of his embrace. "Its fine, babe. Just wanted a few minutes of alone time with you. And sadly, locking us in your office isn't an option at the moment since Cath's office is still being renovated." Warrick loved Catherine, he really did, but these last three weeks with her sharing Gil's office had really been cutting into their already miniscule alone time.

Gil's shoulders shook with the force of his laughter. Turning around without breaking the ring of Warrick's arms, Gil looked up at his lover. "I've missed this too. Missed touching you, stealing you away for just a few minutes when the day is too damn long and seems like it's never going to end."

Warrick's not sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew they were kissing. He shivered a bit with arousal as Gil's tongue wrestled with his, neither of them really fighting for control of the kiss, just a playful promise of things to come. Warrick finally pulled back, feeling a bit light headed from the lack of oxygen. Resting his forehead against Gil's, their panting breath mingling between them, Warrick looked into his lover's eyes. "Jesus, baby. I want to fuck you so bad right now."

Gil closed his eyes, groaning at his lover's Warrick's words. Opening his eyes, pupils blown wide and a dark, smoldering sapphire, Gil whispered, "You're driving."

Warrick took Gil's lips in one final kiss before turning and exiting the locker room, knowing that Gil would follow soon enough.

The ride home couldn't go by fast enough.

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Warrick couldn't keep his hands off of Gil as they walked to their front door. The ride home had been almost unbearable and Gil hadn't helped with his lustful looks and 'accidental' brushes against Warrick while they were in the rather roomy cabin of Warrick's truck. It wasn't until Warrick nearly swerved into another lane that Gil stopped teasing him, though the amused  smirk on the older man's face never quite faded.

Now it was Warrick's turn to get revenge. Pressing himself against Gil once more, just the way he had while they'd been in the locker room, Warrick turned his attentions to Gil's ear. Gil groaned, wriggling just a bit, as he struggled to get the key in the lock of the front door.

"Need a hand?" Warrick whispered, palming the bulge at the front of Gil's slacks, chuckling evilly when Gil nearly dropped the keys. Pressing closer, Warrick wrapped his hand around Gil's and guided it easily into the lock, all the while thrusting his hot  cock against Gil's ass slowly, mimicking the fucking they'd be doing sooner rather than later.

Gil nearly fell into their home once the door gave way, but Warrick's arms around him kept him standing. He walked his lover into the house, locking the door behind him, only to find himself pressed back against the door as Gil kissed him.

Warrick moaned as Gil bit at his lips, the small nips of pain sparking into pleasure at the evidence of Gil's enthusiasm. Gil's tongue plunged into Warrick's mouth, stroking over the flesh of his tongue as he tasted and teased every inch of Warrick's mouth. Warrick felt Gil's deft fingers working on the buttons of his dress shirt, nearly ripping it in his haste, and Warrick felt his arousal spiral even higher. Panting, Warrick just settled in for the ride when Gil finally broke the kiss, the older man latching onto a bared nipple almost immediately. Warrick instinctively thrust his hips against the air, seeking friction, as Gil continued to lave attention on his nipples.

"Damn baby, don't fucking stop."

Gil looked up at him with a mischievous grin, "I hadn't planned to."

Whatever fatigue they'd been feeling as they'd neared the end of their double shift, it had started to fade on the drive over, and was completely gone now.

Gil pulled Warrick away from the door and into the living room, pushing him down onto their plush leather couch. Stepping back, Warrick watched as Gil started to strip for him.

Smiling, eyes dark with arousal, Warrick stroked over the bulge in his own jeans as Gil bared himself before him. Warrick loved when Gil was like this, recalling all too well those early months when Gil still questioned Warrick's attraction to him, never completely comfortable being fully nude unless they were under the blankets or the lights were off. A memorable afternoon of full body worship from Warrick had nipped that problem in the bud. Now, every time Gil stripped for him, even going so far as to tease Warrick by wiggling that delectable ass as he removed his boxers, Warrick couldn't help but smile at the sight knowing he was the reason that Gil was now so fully comfortable in his own skin.

Gil tossed his boxers at his lover, striking Warrick in the face, before sauntering over on his bowed legs and sitting astride Warrick's lap. Warrick tossed the boxers aside, mock glaring at his lover, turning his head when Gil leaned in for a kiss. But that didn't stop Grissom, instead of taking Warrick's lips like he'd intended, he latched onto Warrick's earlobe. Using his tongue, Gil laved at the shell of Warrick's ear, blowing soft puffs of air across the dampened skin.

"That's not fair," Warrick pouted, shivering at the feel of Gil's warm breath on his cool, wet skin.

"All's fair in love and war."

"Hmm, so this is war?"

"Nah, but it's definitely love." This time when Gil moved in for the kiss, Warrick met him halfway. Warrick moaned as Gil's tongue entered his mouth, relinquishing control of the kiss to his lover almost immediately, relaxing back against the couch as Gil plundered his mouth. Warrick could taste minute traces of mint, and knew that Gil had likely stole one of the receptionist's chocolate covered mints as they were leaving the lab; he always did and Warrick knew that it was the one reason Julie kept the bowl freshly stocked each day. The younger woman had a soft spot for Gil, not that Warrick could really blame her.

Gil's fingers tightened where they were gripped in Warrick's hair, and the older man pushed his head back just a bit, baring Warrick's throat to him. Breaking off the kiss, leaving Warrick a panting mess, Gil moved his attentions to Warrick's neck. Warrick nearly bucked his lover off of his lap when he caught on to what Gil was doing.

"Yeeesssss," Warrick moaned as Gil sucked at his neck. Warrick loved it when Gil left hickies and love bites on him, more so because the older man rarely did. And from the position of Gil's lips, Warrick knew that unless he wore a turtle neck, the mark would be visible for all to see. He knew he'd get teasing from both Nick and Greg, maybe a few smirks and sly looks from Brass and Catherine, but it would all be worth it.

Licking over the bruise he'd just left, Gil whispered in his lover's ear, "You're overdressed Ricky."

Gil undulated in Warrick's lap, his bare ass grinding deliciously against Warrick's cock, the rough denim adding to the sensation. "Better get naked soon baby, or I'm gonna finish without you."

Warrick wasn't having any of that, but Gil also wasn't being very helpful with his distracting movements. Shifting his lover back a bit, Warrick managed to unbutton his jeans and shimmy out of both boxers and jeans. He only managed to get them to about knee level before Gil slid back up and started grinding once more. Warrick whimpered at the feel, the warmth and softness of those familiar globes almost enough to send him soaring over the edge.

But Gil apparently had a sixth sense about these things, as was often the case with Warrick, and Warrick quickly felt Gil's firm fingers gripping the base of his cock, staving off any premature orgasms. "Not yet Ricky, not until I get this inside me. Don't you want that, baby? Feeling me slide down on you, all slick and warm, riding you until you come in my ass."

Warrick thrust up into Gil's hand, the older man's filthy mouth painting such vivid pictures for him.

"Come on Ricky, tell me what you want."

"I want to fuck you."

"As you wish, my love." Gil released Warrick's cock, shifting onto his knees, though he remained straddled over Warrick's lap. Leaning over his lover, Gil dug around in the catch-all bowl on the console table behind their couch, searching for something.

As his lover was distracted, and his position put Gil's chest within reach, Warrick latched onto one of Gil's nipples. Sucking on the sensitive nub, Warrick chuckled around his mouthful, as Gil moaned low and long.

"Dammit, Ricky. Warn a guy, will you?"

Warrick chuckled as he released Gil's nipple, "Where's the fun in that?"

Gil laughed, shaking his head as he settled back down in Warrick's lap, holding up a small tube of lube.

"Really babe? In the candy bowl?"

Gil rolled his eyes, smacking his lover on the chest. "One, that is not the candy bowl. Two, are you really complaining? And three, I said naked!"

Warrick laughed at his lover's antics, loving that he was really the only one that got to see this playful and demanding side of Gil. Unbuttoning his cuffs, Warrick removed his dress shirt and tossed it aside. Gil's lips were on his almost immediately and Warrick felt it as Gil pressed the tube of lube into his hand. Not breaking their kiss, Warrick twisted the cap off the tube and coated his fingers with the slick substance.

Pulling back a bit, Warrick whispered, "Spread your legs a bit."

Gil did so, his head falling to Warrick's shoulder as he felt Warrick's slick fingers probing at his entrance. "Mmmmm, Ricky. Go on."

"So greedy," Warrick remarked as his fingers slipped past the tight resistance. "You like that baby?"

Gil just moaned in response, thrusting his ass back on Warrick's finger. Warrick continued to fuck Gil with his finger, leaning up to kiss Gil's lips, slightly swollen and red from where Gil had been biting them as Warrick breached him.

Gil didn't try to control the kiss, just letting Warrick have his way as the younger man's tongue fucked his mouth, his fingers doing the same as two now entered his ass.

Gil's was leaking pre-come onto Warrick's cock, providing just enough slick to make them slide together erotically, wringing moans from both men.

"'s so good, Ricky. Don't stop." Gil moaned as Warrick thrust his fingers into him, stretching him, preparing him for his cock.

"You want it dontcha baby, you want me to fill you up? Slam into this hot ass until you're screaming my name." Gil shuddered in Warrick's arms, fucking himself faster onto his lover's fingers. "Come on baby, say it."

"I want you to fuck me. Deep, so fucking deep I can taste it." Warrick loved it when Gil let go completely, the filth that spewed forth was so fucking hot, so damn beautiful.

Removing his fingers from Gil's ass, kissing him softly in apology as Gil whimpered at the loss, Warrick slicked his cock with the remaining lube from the small tube and pushed into Gil's ass.

Gil and Warrick moaned in unison, the friction, heat, and velvet pull feeling wonderful on both ends. Gil fisted his hands in Warrick's hair once more, rising and lowering himself onto Warrick's cock again and again, Warrick's large hands palming his ass as he did.

Warrick thrust his hips up, meeting Gil measure for measure as the other man rode him with everything he had.  Warrick's hands slipped up from Gil's ass, clawing at the older man's back, causing Gil to moan and hiss at the pleasure-pain of those nails raking along his skin.

Warrick and Gil continued to strive for completion; the only sounds in the living room their mingled breathing, their gasps, and wanton moans. Their kissing had ceased to resemble anything recognizable, more an open mouth tangle of tongues than true kissing.

Gil was the first to lose it, his tight channel squeezing and clenching around Warrick in a molten grip as his orgasm took hold, not letting go until Gil had spilled every last drop between them, his come pooling on his lover's stomach. Warrick's last three staccato thrusts into Gil's ass where all that was needed as Gil's ass squeezed him, and Warrick felt everything he had being milked from him, flooding Gil's ass and seeping out to run down Warrick's cock and balls.

Gil only moved enough to allow Warrick's dick to slip free, before collapsing onto his lover, panting from their exertion. Warrick rubbed at Gil's bare thigh, trying to catch his breath, and fight the familiar lassitude that often swamped him in the wake of an intense orgasm.

As their breathing slowed, their heartbeats reaching normal, Gil climbed off of his lover. Warrick lay down on the couch, head propped against the armrest, smiling up at his lover and holding his hand out in invitation. Gil took the hand, smiling, and wiggled between Warrick's legs until he was propped up against Warrick's chest, purring when Warrick's arms came to rest around him.

"We really should take a shower," Gil said, though the way he rested so fully against Warrick made it obvious he had no plans to move any time soon.

"We should."

"We're going to be disgusting in a few minutes, stuck to the couch in at least an hour."

Warrick chuckled. "Probably."

"But I'm too damn tired to move."

"Good. I hadn't planned on it either."

"Make me a promise?"

"Anything."

"When my ass is chafed from sticking to the leather of this couch because we're too damn old and tired to get in a real bed like somebody with sense, promise me you'll rub the aloe lotion into all the spots I can't reach."

"Deal. You promise to do the same?"

Gil nodded, his salt and pepper curls brushing against Warrick's chest, "Promise."

Both men smiled as they snuggled together, the sunlight drifting through the curtains warming their naked skin, falling asleep almost immediately.

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