Title: Pride
By: Beverly
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating:NC-17
Genre: Established relationship, PWP, Romance, Episode Related
Spoilers: Little to "Snakes", but not too much. Blink, and you'll miss it.
Summary: Gil heard about Nick in that Bodega. And he was so proud of him.
Author's notes: This was written in two days, or better two nights. It has no beta (sorry), and english is not my first language. So I hope the mistakes aren't too much to bear.

The house was quiet when Gil finally came home. It way past midnight, and he knew that his lover would be asleep right now. The little talk with Sara had got him thinking. Apparently she still harboured certain feelings for him. He sighed quietly. It was so tiring to avoid her advances time and time again. Sometimes he wished that he could just tell her the truth. Silently, he walked over to his bedroom. There was the truth, in form of his beautiful and young lover Nick Stokes.

He smiled tenderly at his sleeping lover. Sara would go crazy if she ever found out that his heart belonged to another man. And what a man...

He had overheard Vega talking to a friend this evening, and he'd been sure that at that very right moment Nick's ears had to be glowing from all the praising the young man had received from Vega. If the Detective was telling the truth then Nick had been the one to catch Concha AND to protect him, Vega, from being ripped apart by a bunch of angry Mexicans by shouting in spanish to them.

Now the young CSI was resting peacefully, gazing up at him with his beautiful dark eyes. Gazing up at him? He was awake!

"Sorry. Did I wake you up?" Gil asked quietly. Nick shook his head and yawned heartily.

"No. Wanted to wait for you, but somehow sleep was stronger. Busy day."

Gil sat down on the bed, gently stroking through Nick's dark hair, and laughed softly.

"Yes, I heard about it. I really would have liked to be there. Vega said, you were a sight to behold."

Nick blushed and turned his head away.

"Ah, screw it. That was nothing special."

Gil's smile grew a little wider.

"Yes, it was. Vega said, you stood alone against a whole bunch of angry Mexicans. What was it anyway you were shouting at them?"

Now Nick looked up again, "Nothing. Just that Concha killed an innocent woman. That was it. Nothing spectacular."

"You really impressed Vega today, Nicky. And that's not easy."

Slowly Nick moved closer and kissed Gil tenderly.

"Do you want to stay there? Or do you want to come to bed now?"

Gil smiled, got up again and slowly began to undress himself. He opened his shirt, button after button, unaware of Nick's dark, hungry eyes. Gil still wasn't used to be wanted like that, so he startled a little when he suddenly felt tender lips pressed to his naked shoulder. Unnoticed by him, Nick had moved from the bed and behind his lover.

"Hurry up, and come to bed with me, love." His young lover's voice was husky with desire, and inolutarily Gil shivered. Hastily he tore his remaining clothes from his body and within seconds he was laying in bed, pressed up against Nick's strong body, relishing in the fact that this body was his to touch, to kiss, to play with.

His to love.

He kissed the broad shoulders, the silken skin, worked his way up to the darkbrown nipples, to kiss and lick them until they were hard little pebbles and Nick was moaning in delight. He smiled tenderly and moved down over the hard abs, playfully dugging his tongue into Nick's belly, causing the younger man to jump slightly, before he laughed out loud. Gil watched him in amazement. He suddenly realized that this was the big difference.

With all his previous lovers, sex had always been quiet, serious and sometimes short.

With Nick he had discovered that sex could be playful, filled with laughter and sometimes went on for three or four hours. And so full of love that it sometimes brought tears to his eyes.

Now he was on eye - level with nick's erection and inhaled deeply the unique scent of his lover. God, it drove him wild. And without further thinking he opened his mouth and took Nick's penis deep into his mouth.

Nick moaned loudly, trying desperately not to push up into the hot, moist heat of his lover's mouth. He reached out blindly until he could feel the Gil's soft curls. Gently he rested one hand on his lover's head, demanding nothing, asking for everything.

Gil felt the soft stroking of Nick's strong hands, and a sudden rush of power came over him. Nick was so beautiful, so strong, so charming. He could have everyone he wanted, but he wanted him, Gil Grissom, bowlegged, dedicated only to his job. A man in his early fifties who was getting soft around the edges, and who had little to nothing people's skills. And who was loved by Nick Stokes.

This knowledge almost pushed him over the edge and he had to restrain himself heavily not to come on the spot. But a brief thought about Sara and their latest little chat cooled him down considerable.

At least enough for him not to come immediately. But then he forced all thoughts of Sara away. He was here to enjoy his lover, not to think about Sara.

Slowly he moved up again to kiss his lover's mouth, gently playing with his tongue, then kissing him deeply. He tore himself away for a few heartbeats, gazing down at Nick's face. Then he moved close again.

"I love you," he whispered softly against Nick's lips. "and I want you to love me. I want you in me. Now. Love me, Nicky, please."

A mighty shiver run over Nick's body as he stared up at the older man laying atop of him.

"You sure?"

Gil simply nodded. And only a few minutes later, Nick pushed inside the hot, tight heat of his lover. For a few seconds he remained like that, buried deep inside his lover, gazing down at him, wondering what on earth he had done to deserve a love like Gil's.

Then, suddenly Gil moved his hips upwards a little, taking Nick in even deeper and with almost a growl, Nick let his head fall back.

"Move, Nicky. Please. Love me." Gil's voice was a hoarse whisper, going straight down to Nick's groin, causing the younger man to push deeper in, though that was hardly possible. With a sigh Nick moved out again, counted to three, and pushed back deep inside the heat of his lover's body. They went on like that for what seemed an eternity, kissing, stroking each other inside and out. Nick's hands seemed to be all over Gil's body, stroking, caressing, worshipping the body he was making love to. Til it finally became too much for Gil. It took only one more whispered "I love you," from Nick, one more kiss, and one more thrust deep inside his body, and Gil came. Hard with tears in his eyes.

"God, Nicky, yes...yes...YESSS!"

Hearing his lover call his name, seeing the intense pleasure on Gil's face, and feeling him tighten around his own cock, sent Nick spiraling over the edge. He came with a harsh shout, and in a moment of weird clarity, Gil thought that he could be lucky to live without neighbours. Then he fell. Fell endlessly. Into the waiting arms of his lover.

They lay together after that, panting, stroking each other lazy, slowly coming back to earth.

"Does it sound weird to say...I'm proud of you?" asked Gil after a few minutes.

"Not at all." Nick murmured, already half asleep.

Gil smiled tenderly, convinced that his lover hadn't heard him really. He pressed a soft kiss to Nick's dark hair, and pulled him closer.

"Good night, my love."

A low humming, followed by a soft snoring answered him. And with a smile in his face, Gil fell asleep.

He even forgot about Sara for one night.

The end