Title: Shopping Spree
Author: Mara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Summary: Gil goes shopping.
Catagory: PWP, Humor, Established Relationship
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Working in Men's Fashions was a step up from flipping burgers at Burger King, Stephanie told herself as she finished ringing up a sale for a burly man who didn't know the difference between double pique cotton knit and triple washed cable knit. At least, she reminded herself as she smiled after the departing man, she was earning commission now. Maybe now she could get those cute shoes she saw downstairs.

She finished stuffing the receipt into the register, and went in search of her next customer. Turning on a brilliant smile, Stephanie walked up to a tall man studying a display of shirts. He was tall, bronze and perfectly coifed and carrying a small Clinique bag. Oh yeah, she thought, 'there's no way he's not gay.'

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked in her most chipper of tones.

Warrick blinked as he looked up from the burgundy shirt he was inspecting. "Perhaps," he nodded, mulling over his decision for a moment. "Does this come in black?"

"Oh, yes!" Stephanie enthused, rushing around to the other side of the display and plucked a shirt to hold up to him. "They come in seven different colors, and they look great either under a sweater or a blazer."

Warrick took the shirt from her and held it up to his chest. "Does it stretch?"

Stephanie tilted her head to the side, contemplating the look. "It has a little give," she said, pulling a red shirt off the rack. "But it doesn't stretch in the wash. Here, try this one. It'll flatter your skin tone and bring out the green of your eyes."

Warrick's brow furrowed as he reluctantly took the red shirt from the eager sales girl, shifting the bag of lotion he'd picked up for Catherine to his other hand. "But, I like the black."

"Black is a nice choice," Stephanie conceded, ushering Warrick over to look at pants. "It goes with practically everything. Take this charcoal slack, for example." She held up pair of gray wool pants for Warrick's inspection before draping them over his arm with the two shirts. "They make a classy statement with the black and a nice bold expression with the red. Very versatile." She smiled brightly.

Warrick found himself nodding in agreement and fiddled with the seam of the slacks.

"Miss," someone called out, flagging down the salesgirl.

"I'll be right back, sir," Stephanie told Warrick and followed the sound of the voice. Warrick watched her go as he spotted Gil Grissom wandering down the aisle.

Taking just a moment's hesitation, Warrick ducked behind a rack of sport coats and slyly crept his way towards Gil. The older man inspected some dress shirts, frowning thoughtfully at the color choices. Gil looked up suddenly and Warrick dove behind an underwear rack.

"Sir? Oh, sir!" Stephanie came up behind the flustered man as he watched Gil move to the tie counter. "Did you find everything you needed?"

"Huh?" Warrick turned towards the zealous salesgirl, keeping one eye on Gil. "Oh, yes, this is just what I was looking for," he said, grabbing the first thing he could off the nearest rack. Gil headed towards the dressing rooms. "I think I'll just try these on now."

"Okay," Stephanie said, her voice dropping down an octave in disappointment. "There are rooms right over there." She pointed to the curtain Gil had disappeared behind.

"Thanks." Warrick strode to the fitting rooms. Once past the curtain, he looked around the door-lined corridor of the nicely furnished outer chamber. Every door was closed, and Warrick started peeking under the doors for feet.

He stopped at a pair of nice black loafers when the door opened. Warrick looked up slowly, carefully tracking up the body of his boss to meet the raised eyebrow of Gil.

"Warrick," the older man drawled seductively. "What are you doing?"

"I, uh." A quick excuse took a moment to come. "I was looking for an empty dressing room."

Gil nodded with a 'yeah, right,' smirk. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Warrick rose and bounced back on his heels with a forced chuckle. "Just out shopping, like yourself."

Gil continued to nod. "You look a bit flushed."

"No, no," Warrick protested, motioning to the clothes still draped on his arm. "I was just trying to get away from an over zealous sales girl." Warrick narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Gil crossed his arms over his chest. "I was trying on a shirt." Gil looked at the stack of clothes in Warrick's arms and grabbed the top article. "Were you planning on trying these on?"

Warrick's face paled and he swallowed forcefully. "Uh, yeah. I needed some new underwear."

"I didn't take you for the cheetah print thong type," Gil smirked. "You were following me."

"I wasn't!" Warrick protested, squaring his jaw. The ones who protest the loudest, he remembered, were the guilty.

"Listen, Warrick," Gil said, choosing his words carefully. "You've been acting rather strangely recently. Is everything all right?"

"Yeah." Warrick feigned surprise. "Why would you think something is wrong?"

"Oh, I don't know." Gil rolled his eyes “You've been watching me like a hawk for days and Catherine says that you look like a cat ready to pounce on it's prey.

"That can be arranged."

"What?"

"Would you like me to pounce, Gil?"

Gil blinked. “Ah"

Warrick moved swiftly, dropping his load and pinning Gil against the floor to ceiling mirror of the small room. "If you wanna fuck me, Gil - that can be arranged, too."

Before Gil could react, Warrick pressed his lips to Gil's in a crushing kiss. Surprised by the speed of the act, Gil shocked himself by responding with equal passion. Encouraged, Warrick parted his lips, urging Gil to open his mouth. Gil complied, assaulting Warrick's mouth in return. Gil fisted the front of Warrick's shirt and pulled the taller man closer.

Warrick kicked the door of the dressing room closed and framed Gil's face with his large hands. Warrick slowed the pitch of the kiss, devouring Gil's active mouth deliberately and systematically. Reluctantly, Warrick pulled away and stared into Gil's lust-clouded eyes.

"I've wanted you to do that," Gil said hoarsely after a moment, "for the longest time."

A wanton smile spread slowly over Warrick's face as he began to remove Gil's belt. "Let's act and not talk," he suggested as his hands slid slowly over Gil's bulging crotch.

Gil only whimpered in response. It was going to be hard and fast, he knew, just the way he liked it. Licking his lips and kicking off his own shoes, Gil tugged off his pants as Warrick mimicked his movement.

"Oh yeah, you're definitely a Cheetah thong guy," Gil chuckled, a faint smile curving the edges of his full mouth.

"Shut up and suck me," Warrick growled, gently pushing the older man to his knees. Gil eagerly went to the task at hand, enveloping Warrick's thick length in his warm mouth. Warrick closed his eyes, curling his fingers in Gil's soft hair, letting the other man control the rhythm.

'The man certainly has talent', Warrick thought, as Gil's tongue darted across the underside of his cock and across the head. Pressure built low in his belly, and Warrick tugged Gil off unceremoniously. Gil looked up, slightly confused, and licked his lips.

"Lotion," Warrick croaked, motioning to his dropped bag. Understanding, Gil nodded and retrieved the small tube of designer hand lotion from the fallen bag and handed it to Warrick. The lust crazed man squirted a generous amount into his hand and slowly coated his dick.

Warrick pumped his cock once, twice, and then forced Gil to turn towards the mirror. Gil kept his eyes open, pressing his forearms against the cool glass. The thought of getting caught disturbed Gil slightly, but those thoughts fled quickly when Warrick pressed his fingers inside him.

Gil's hips bucked back to meet the slow, sure strokes as Warrick prepared him with the sweet smelling lotion. All too soon, Warrick's fingers left, only to be replaced a few short, but excruciating moments later with his hard throbbing cock.

Warrick started slow, filling Gil completely. The tempo began to build as Gil's breathing became labored. Their bodies were pressed together, slick and hard, primal with lust. Warrick wrapped his hand around Gil's aching shaft, pumping in time with his thrusts. Gil quivered and leaned heavily against the mirror. With a low moan, he came, streaming his seed against the mirror in ribbons.

Warrick followed a few moments later, emptying himself with a groan. Pressing his forehead against Gil's shoulder, Warrick took a moment to gather his wits. He pulled away slowly and began to pull on his clothes. His hands, still greasy with lotion, left smudges on his pants and the walls of the dressing room.

Gil took his time to dress, still taking deep, shaky breaths. His clothes were a mess, his shirt streaked with lotion and semen. He couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" Warrick asked with a mischievous grin as he finished gathering his selected shirts and slacks. The half-used tube of lotion he just dumped back in its bag. He'd need to get another one before he left.

"I came in here on the pretense of buying a new shirt. Looks like I really need one now."

"Looks that way," Warrick replied, tucking his clothes under his arm and opening the door. He offered Gil a sappy smile. "We should go shopping again sometime."

"Oh, definitely," Gil said softly. "When you said you'd make all my fantasies come true - you really meant it."

“Absolutely, babe. I love you more than anything and it's only going to get better.”

“I know, my love.” Gil said with a glowing smile of complete adoration.

Warrick smirked and let the door to the dressing room swing open.

The salesgirl was waiting to pounce when Warrick exited the dressing rooms.

"Did everything fit okay?" Stephanie asked with a eager grin. "I found something else you might be interested in." She held up a pair of hunter green leather pants. "With you're build, they'd look fantastic!"

Warrick chuckled softly and nodded. "Perfect. I'll take them."

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