Title: To Keep You Safe
Author: Beverly
Beta: Bev, my mate...*hugs*...thank's love.
Prompt: #73 "Threesome"
Summary: Nick tends to get into trouble, and Warrick and Gil decide there's only one way to keep him safe.
A/N: This bunny hot me while dayshift could have solved it.'

But then something had gone terribly wrong. Suddenly a stranger had attacked them in the parking lot, had grabbed Nicky, had torn him away from them, had shouted at them. Wild things. Weird things. Things about the case they had just finished.

And he had a knife pressed to Nick's throat.

Gil didn't hear any words. All he could focus on was Nick. Nick and his dark eyes, wide opened in panic, his hands clutching at the forearm that lay around his throat.

Lucky for him - for all of them - Jim Brass had been close and the whole situation had been cleared in no time. The stranger had been the victim's brother and he had been beside himself with grief. Catherine had tried to comfort him while Jim had secured the handcuffs around his wrists.

Nick had been pale and a little shaken. Warrick had been furious. Gil had been silent.

Once again he had been unable to help Nick.

And sitting here ... now ... with one of his lovers next to him and the other just a few feet away in their bedroom ... suddenly the idea of tying Nick to the bed seemed strangely appealing.

Just to keep him out of trouble of course.

He turned to Warrick. "Say, Rick, how many ties do we have here?"

"Sshh...Nicky, love... it's okay. It's only us." Gil emerged from out of the shadows, wearing a black silken robe. Nick stilled immediately.

He relaxed but the frown remained. "Gil? What's up? Why did you tie me to the bed?"

The bed dipped slightly on his other side and Nick's head turned around. Warrick.

"Rick? Why am I tied to the bed?" He tried to sound casual but he couldn't quite hide his unease.

The strong hand of his lover stroked gently over his leg. He remained quiet but suddenly he moved forwards and kissed him deep and passionate. "To keep you out of trouble, baby," was the answer, once Warrick lifted his head to catch a breat lovers seemed determined to turn him to mush. And as far as he was concerned they were doing a damned fine job.

Suddenly all sensations stopped and Nick nearly screamed in frustration. He had difficulties opening his eyes and raised his head to look at the other men.

They were staring at him with strange expressions on their faces.

Warrick's was dark, thoughtful and Nick shivered involuntarily.

Gil's face was remarkably open, something Nick didn't get to see very often.

They sat next to him, gazing down on him, eventually patting or caressing him. And he simply didn't know why. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Nick found his voice again. "What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?"

This time it was Gil who moved slowly closer to kiss him. But where Warrick's kiss had been agressive with a hint of desperation, Gil's was soft, loving and heartbreakingly tender.

"We love you so much, Nicky. And yet you always get in trouble. It kills us every time, again and again. Especially, if we can't do a damned thing to help you. It was Rick's idea to tie you to the bed. But I was the one to finally do it. Do you want to know why? Why I agreed to his idea?"

Nick could only shake his head. Never before had he seen the older man so serious. Well, h trouble, Nicky, my boy...that's remarkable. And not in a good way."

Nick snorted slightly. "I know. But it's not my fault, Gil. Or do you honestly think, that I LIKE to be the lab's troublemagnet?"

A hand stroked soothingly over his chest, grazing his nipple in that process, arousing him. "We know. But still...you can't blame us for trying to keep you safe."

Nick's voice was a little hoarse as he answered, "And therefore you tie me to the bed?"

Finally Warrick smiled again. It was that sexy smile of his that always managed to turn Nick's knees weak and he was glad he was already lying down.

"Yeah, baby ... and if I had known how sexy you look I'd have done it a long time ago."

Nick laughed at the leecherous expression on his lover's face. But the laughter turned to a moan when Gil's lips closed again around his nipple, circling it with his tongue and nibbling on it. Slowly he moved upwards until he stopped inches from Nick's mouth and whispered, "We can keep you safe in here. If not outwards ... then at least in here."

And with that he kissed him, his tongue dove into Nick's mouth and was welcomed by his own. The younger man closed his eyes and gave himself over to the skilled hands and mouths of his two lovers. He never thought that it could be such a turn on to be helpless tied to a bed, completely at the mercy of Gil and Warrick.

Gil and Warrick. Different like day and night. Like fire and ice. Where Gil was gentle, almost tender in his touches, Warrick was strong, sometimes almost a little rough. Gil loved to take his time, worship the Texan's body hour after hour before he finally allowed him to come. Warrick loved short, hot quickies. Sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the bathroom. Sometimes as soon as they were at home before Nick even managed to put off his jacket, or before Gil could put down his keys.

It was those differences that made making love to them so exciting. Just like now.

Nick was in heaven.

A slick finger breached into his body, making Nick gasp. He moaned deep in his throat, begging his lover with his whole body to continue. The preparation was short and sweet, and before Nick could really begin to beg, he could feel Gil slowly slide into him.

It was breathtaking. Just like always. For a few moments both men remained perfectly still with Gil lingering over the young Texan, gazing down at him. Then he leaned back a little as Warrick's hand descendet softly on his shoulder. "Make love to him, Gil. Show him who he belongs to."

With a moan Gil started to move, with deep, deliberate strokes. Nick had barely time to get used to the feeling, when a strong hand, slippery with lube, gripped his hard erection, making him shudder. Warrick carefully eased himself over Nick and slowly impaled himself on him.

It was a sight Nick knew he wouldn't forget soon. Gil's hands reached around Warrick's slender form and started to play with his dark nipples, rolling them, pinching them, making him buck slightly, a move that was directly transferred to where Warrick and Nick were connected.

Gil remained perfectly still as Warrick rode their younger lover hard and fast. His hands stroked alternatly dark skin and fair skin, revelling in the soft skin and the hard planes of the male bodies.

"Move, Gil...god, please, move," Nick murmured but Gil simply shook his head. He watched Warric frustration at this realization. But suddenly Gil started to move.

Fast.

Hard.

Almost ruthless he ploughed into the pliant body beneath him, making his Nicky squirm and pant, moan and whine. Gil could see that he was still trying to wait ... was still holding his own orgasm back to wait for his lover to come, too. But he was lost when the skilled hands of the older man grabbed his cock and started to stroke him in sure, strong movements, knowing exactly what it took to push Nick over the edge and with one final harsh shout the Texan came. Endlessly as it seemed. And in his climax he pulled the older man with him, making him come deep inside his body.

Gil's hands turned from strong and arousing to soft and soothing, glided across his arms and carefully he opened the ties and released the bindings. Warrick did the same with Nick's legs and as soon as he could move, he pulled his lovers close, kissed them and curled up between them. He still tried to regain some kind of control over his shaking limbs.

Soft kisses rained down on him, on his shoulder, his face, his collarbone and he smiled, because sometimes it tickled.

"So," he mumbled after a few minutes, "all of this just to teach me a lesson?"

With a grunt Warrick pulled him even closer. "Did it work?"

Nick smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lover's tempting lips.