Title: The Tale of the Glittery Tee
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 569
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: Fluff
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
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“Well.”

“What?”

“It’s certainly different.”

“It’s a tee shirt.”

“Yes, it is; but it’s different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well; you don’t normally buy tees like that.”

“It’s the fashion.”

“Right. Ordinary fashion?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well; would any man, guy, buy it?”

“Yeah…what are you getting at?”

“It seems to me to be a bit….gay.”

“Gay?”

“Yes.”

“Gay. Has it somehow passed you by that I…we…are gay?”

“I know that, it’s just that you’ve never dressed like that before.”

“Because it wasn’t in fashion before.”

“Okay….so Warrick would wear it then?”

“I…..don’t think so, not his style. Greg would though.”

“Ah; but does Greg count?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t you think he’s gay, or at least bi?”

“I don’t know man…why do you ask that now?”

“I though you might...like…him.”

“’Like’ him? You mean as in ‘like’ him?”

“Yes; ‘like’ him.”

“Errr…no….I ‘like’ you, not him.”

“But, haven’t you considered that he might ‘like’ you?”

“What? No! What’s got into you, for God’s sake?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“You think, seriously, man, you can get away with that?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the crap. Something has made you think about this…I’ve bought a new, stylish, tee, and all of a sudden you think I might ‘like’ Greggo?”

“That’s your flight of fancy. Not mine.”

“Oh, no…you bought it up…you mentioned Greg…you asked me if I liked him. Not me…you.”

“It was just a throwaway remark.”

“Right. I’m going to take some convincing here - you don’t do ‘throwaway’, not ever; never.”

“That’s a bit of a sweeping statement.”

“Stop evading.”

“I’m not…”

“Come on. You know you’ll have to tell me sooner or later, might as well make it sooner…stops all the teeth pulling in between.”

“I don’t…”

“Excuse me?”

“Stop it.”

“No, I won’t; tell me what’s going on in that curly topped head of yours.”

“Really it’s nothing. Honestly…nothing………it’s just that that tee is well…fashionable and you’ve never been that fashionable before…and you’re very friendly with Greg and he’s fashionable…or thinks he is…and you used to be very friendly with Warrick but that seems to have cooled off and I wondered why you’d suddenly bought a glittery tee that I would normally associate with Greg, and I wondered if you liked him…Greg…..”

“Now, don’t you feel better for getting all that off your chest?”

“I feel foolish. You don’t ‘like’ Greg, do you, like that?”

“Nope.”

“You’re no friendlier with Greg than you are unfriendly with Warrick?”

“Nope.”

“I’m an idiot?”

“Nope.”

“No? I thought you’d think I was.”

“You’re jealous, I like that. It’s cute”

“CUTE? I’ve NEVER been cute in my life; I wasn’t even a ‘cute’ baby!”

“You’re cute to me, okay…and I bet you were a cute baby.”

“Can’t I be ‘distinguished’ or….well anything but ‘cute’?”

“Nope; cute it is, but you can be my ‘distinguished and cute’ lover.”

“I still don’t see me in the ‘cute’ part of that role.”

“I’ll take the tee back.”

“No…don’t; you look fabulous in it…far too good looking and buff for your own good with it wrapped, tightly, around your abs and your nipples.”

“And gay?”

“No…you look like…‘Nicky’, and luckily for me, you’re mine. Do you think one like that would suit me?”

“Errrr, why not…..”

“No, then”

“No.”

“Wanna fuck me in it?”

“I thought you’d never ask…….”

The End