Title: Substitute
Authors: CPWatcher
Email: gsan2@sbcglobal.net
Disclaimer: Just using them for a little while, promise to give them back, sated, but unscathed.
Pairing: Warrick/Grissom
Rating: FRAO
Archive: Taking Chances, the Make Believe Archive, others please drop me a line to let me know where.
Spoilers: None
Category: Valentine PWP, better later than never, right?
Summary: Chocolate tastes good?
Feedback: Yes, please.
Beta: Kaelleigh (Thank you so much!)

***

Gil pushed up, embedding himself deep inside the warm sheath. He heard the groan and the murmured words extolling his size. He smiled at the compliment, pulling out slightly and pressing up again, balls deep into the pliant and willing ass of his partner.

He began a slow steady rhythm, stroking deeply. He listened as the warm water of the bath rolled and sloshed around them like waves on the ocean. The scent and soft lights of the candlelit bathroom made the atmosphere more romantic. He'd have to thank Lady Heather for the suggestion. This was indeed a pleasant way to spend Valentine's Day.

Gil moaned as the young man sucked on his collarbone, while simultaneously clenching his ass around Gil's cock.

"Shit, yes Warrick. Yes. Ride my cock. Ride me, Baby. Oh fuck, ride my cock, Ricky."

Gil's movements became more erratic as he got closer to completion. Hands came around tilting his head up. Lips pressed down hungrily upon his own. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensations, letting his thoughts run rampant. He broke the kiss, breathing hard, hearing his name murmured over and over in his ear.

"RICKY! FUCK!" Gil yelled as he pumped his essence out in staccato bursts, the dark beautiful face of his CSI charge burned into the lids of his eyes, as his lover moaned his own climax.

They sat for long moments trying to get their breathing back under control. The younger man kissed Gil lightly and said, "You must be getting cold. Let me put you to bed, show you some real loving."

Gil said, "You go ahead. I'll be out shortly."

"Take your time, we have all night."

"Yeah, all night."

Gil watched him leave the bathtub. He looked at the pale white ass as the young man wrapped himself in a towel, walking out of the bathroom.

Gil sighed. White chocolate was a poor substitute for the real thing. In fact, there wasn't even any 'chocolate' in white chocolate. Gil wanted real chocolate, milk chocolate. He wanted Warrick Brown - a man who was a sensuous milk chocolate treat. Yeah, Warrick was the real thing alright - all that tantalizing dark skin that Gil wanted to lick and tease.

But Warrick Brown was off limits. He was Gil's coworker, his subordinate and his friend. His 'straight' friend. Warrick was a forbidden chocolate treat that Gil Grissom craved.

***

Warrick sat at the bar, nursing a beer and a shot. He downed the shot, and then held up two fingers, signaling the barmaid for a refill. He ran his finger across the gold foil of the small box he had sat in front of him.

"What a beautiful box. Someone's getting something special for Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah, well, it was supposed to be a gift. Chocolates."

"Not just chocolates," the barmaid commented. "Godiva chocolates."

Warrick nodded. "They like chocolates. The good kind."

She noticed he said they and not she. "This isn't just the good kind. Some people equate eating a Godiva chocolate to having sex."

Warrick sighed. That's what Gris had said. That's why he had brought the box of chocolates. For Gil. Hoping the older man had been serious when he'd said even he'd trade sex for Godiva chocolates.

But in the end Warrick never gave Gil the gift. Gil was straight, no two ways about it. And an advance like that, presenting the chocolates in exchange for sex, even on a joking level, could end with Warrick down in Human Resources.

Warrick downed his drink, then pulled a few bills from his pocket. He placed the bills on the bar and the box on top of them. "Have a happy Valentine's day."

The barmaid smiled. "Thanks. You too."

Warrick walked out of the bar wishing he could have been Gil's chocolate valentine treat. He would have loved to have the older man unwrap him, and savor his sweet cream. Warrick sighed. Unfortunately, wishing didn't make it so.

~end~