Title: Moving On
Author: Bj Jones
Pairing: Gil/Speed
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money and promise to return them.
Claim: I may not own the characters or show but I do own the concept, original characters and story
Summary: They were moving on together - a new life.
Note: Takes place after 'Breakfast'
Genre: Slash

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Speed moved easily through the kitchen. Dicing the vegetables, adding seasonings, stirring the mixture in the pan, and the whole time his eyes glued to the book in front of him. Gil wasn't sure how he was doing it, but he had an instinct in the kitchen, knowing where everything was and what needed to be done, much like he did in the Trace Lab.

The two had grown close since their breakfast and then ride through the streets of Vegas. He knew the young man was becoming special to him. The all too rare smile made his heart beat faster, encouraging him to get Tim to smile more. He leaned against the counter and just watched. Speed had turned and was slightly startled to see Gil leaning there; he gave him a shy smile and went back to prepping dinner.

"Can I help?" Gil asked.

Tim shook his head. "No, I got it."

"More like you don't want anyone getting in the way," he replied with a smile.

"Don't get between an Italian and their kitchen," Speed laughed.

"Problem with that," Gil snickered. "You're not Italian."

"Irish, Indian," he shrugged. "Same thing."

"So shall I just go and sit in the living room and stay out of your way?" he gestured towards the cozy living room. Gil had actually been surprised to learn that Tim had more books and enjoyed reading more than he did. The library the young man had collected had made him drool in envy.

"Grab a book and make yourself comfortable." Speed smiled at him. "There's wine on the coffee table with some glasses. Dinner should be ready in thirty minutes."

Gil did just that; poured himself a glass and the browsed Tim's collection looking for a book. He set the glass down and pulled out an old worn book, it looked like it had gotten a lot of use. 'Red Badge of Courage' by Stephen Crane. He opened up the book and a picture fell out. Gil Grissom stood there staring at a picture of Tim and Horatio, and couldn't help but notice how happy they looked. Once again he wondered what Caine was thinking, walking away. He put the book down and picked up the picture, studying it. He could see the love shining in the redhead’s eyes was strong and deep. Jealousy streaked through him. Tim was his.

A gentle tug pulled the picture out of his death grip and set aside. Gil looked up into the warm brown eyes of one Timothy Speedle. "I'm sorry..." Speed laid a finger over his lips then cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

Gil pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into the warm mouth. Speed moaned, his mouth opening to the questioning tongue. He slipped his hand into the soft graying hair and moved against the warm body. They pulled back, panting for air. Tim smiled shyly. "Dinner will be ready in a few moments."

"Can I just skip to dessert?" Gil kissed the soft lips once again.

"You'll need your energy," Speed pulled away and with a sultry grin moved back into the kitchen.

Gil watched the tight ass move in the perfect fitting jeans and groaned. He looked back at the picture on the bookshelf, he grabbed it, stuck it in the book and put it away. It was time for both of them to move on. He would always love Nick, his beloved Nicky, and he had no doubt that part of Tim would always love the redhead. But they had to let go of the past and face the future, and for the first time in a long while it was something Gil Grissom looked forward to.

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Speed had fallen asleep, his head in Gil's lap. The older man ran his hands through the soft hair, settling into the couch and continued watching the program, something he had never really saw himself watching, yet he was drawn in. He had no idea it took so much effort to build a custom bike. He glanced down at the sleeping young man and smiled. Dinner had been excellent, Tim was an exceptional cook, and he looked forward to more home cooked meals. The two had spent the evening in light conversation, mixed in with slow sweet kisses. They had settled onto the couch, watching TV and just relaxing in each others’ company. Speed had been glued to the program, watching in awe the documentary on custom built bikes, soon he was relaxing against Gil comfortably and before he knew it the young man was asleep.

Gil continued watching the program, content just to hold him. He frowned when Tim started to get restless and murmur in his dream. With a startled cry he bolted up, looking around a bit confused. Grissom had dealt with many nightmares with Nick, and knew the signs.

"Hey..." his voice was soothing and calm.

Tim turned towards the older man a bit confused then smiled. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay, want to talk about it?" Gil asked.

"Long time ago, in a past I want to forget," he smiled sadly. "Don't worry it's just old memories that sometimes come back to haunt."

"We all have those," he said.

Speed looked at him for a few moments, just looking as if trying to absorb any information he could. Then reached over and pulled Gil into a heated kiss. The older man moaned and pushed him down onto the couch stretching out on top of him, their growing erections rubbing against each other. Tim moaned and arched upward looking for that delicious friction. Gil kissed along his jaw, down his neck. Speed slipped his hands into the soft hair and pulled him back. Gill looked at him puzzled.

"Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable." Speed whispered kissing him softly.

Gil stood up and pulled him up into his arms kissing him, he just couldn't get enough of the soft, pliable lips. The two moved down the hallway, touching, inflaming passions as they went. By the time they got to the bed, they were naked, hard and desperate for each other. Speed made it clear what he wanted when he shoved the lube and condom into Gil's hands. He had to squeeze the base of his member just to keep from coming on the spot. Tim smirked at him, lay back on the bed and spread his legs in open invitation. Gil didn't need to be told what the young man wanted. He slid on the condom, and slicked up two fingers and slipped them into the hot tight hole. Speed moaned and pushed down onto the two digits looking for more. The whispered plea was his undoing; Gil slicked up his aching cock and slid into Tim in one hard thrust. They were lost in each other, moving as one, striving for completion. Speed stroked his hard cock timing it with each hard thrust inside him. Soon he was coming with a shout, pulling Gil with him over the edge.

Gil got the two of them cleaned up and under the covers. Tim curled straight into his arms, holding him close. Gil kissed the top of his head and whispered a goodnight. As he drifted off to sleep he couldn't help but feel that Nick would be happy for him, and that everything was going to be alright.

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