Title: Trust Me, Nicky
By: Lady Jane
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Six months into their relationship, Nick learns what it means to fully give his trust to Gil.
Author's notes: This is the 3rd in the Erotic Coupon Book series.

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Hearing Nick's laughter, Grissom looked up from his paperwork and saw him walking down the hall with Warrick. The mere sound of that Texas-twanged voice was enough to make him smile, memories of the last six months flooding his mind. Those months had been, without a doubt, the best six months of his life. Who would have thought a mistaken identity and misdirected birthday present could lead to such bliss?

He'd given up trying to figure out who had given him the Erotic Coupon Book to begin with. Not when he'd gotten such pleasure from it with Nick. But thinking about that caused his smile to fade somewhat as he wondered if Nick would he amenable to the next coupon he'd picked for their six month anniversary. He wasn't sure how the younger man would react.

But there was only one way to find out.

Picking up the phone, he punched in a number, waiting till the private line was picked up. "Hello, Lady Heather."

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Nick swallowed heavily as he looked around the private room at Lady Heather's Dominion. He still wasn't sure about this, but Gil had seemed so hopeful when he'd first presented the coupon. He could still remember the nervousness on his lover's face when he'd taken it and read it.

"Arousal at the hands of others while your lover watches," Nick had read aloud, dark eyes widening and staring as his head snapped up.

"Nick?" Grissom questioned hesitantly.

"You want to watch someone else fuck me?" Nick asked incredulously.

But Grissom was already shaking his head. "No, Nicky, never. No one else ever gets to touch you that way," he said, not caring just how possessive he sounded.

"But-"

Grissom laid one hand along side Nick's face. "It's all about foreplay, Nicky, watching others arouse you, them wanting you but knowing I'm the only one who will have you."

"So, what, it's like you staking a claim?"

Grissom smiled. "Something like that. I'm very possessive of you, Nicky. I want others to see what I have and envy me when they realize that no matter what, I'm the one you'll be going home with."

Nick bit his lip. "I don't know if I can do this, Gil, let other people touch me. I don't know that I'd ever be able to look them in the eye again, knowing they'd touched me like that."

"That's easily solved, Nicky. We can always blindfold you and take you someplace neutral."

Nick swallowed. "You really want this?"

Grissom nodded. "Yes, I do."

"You want to share me?"

"No, Nick, never!" Grissom declared, taking Nick's shoulders in a hard grip. "It's not about sharing. I…it's hard to explain just why I want this."

"Never known you to be at a loss for words, Gil."

One corner of Grissom's mouth lifted ruefully. "Yeah, well, you've never known me to be in a personal relationship before, either, have you?"

"No, can't say that I have. You never got far enough with Terri to consider it a relationship, and Sara's infatuation is all one-sided. Isn't it?"

"Good Lord, yes! You're the only one I want, Nick. But there's something about the thought of watching other people touch you, arouse you, get you ready for me, that speaks to something inside me." Grissom shook his head. "I know that doesn't really explain it, but it's the best I can do."

Nick's dark eyes searched Grissom's blue gaze, looking for something, he wasn't sure what. When he found what he was unconsciously looking for, he nodded. "All right, if this is really what you want."

A slow, sweet smile spread across Grissom's face and he pulled Nick in for a kiss that threatened to scorch their very souls.

"You won't be sorry, Nick, I promise."

But now, looking around the red-velvet draped room, Nick wasn't so sure of that. Just what had he agreed to here, giving up control like this?

"Are you ready, Nicky?"

Taking a deep breath, Nick nodded. Grissom smiled and began slowly undressing him. Normally that would have been enough to make him hard, having his lover undress him, exposing him to his blue-eyed gaze, but with the uncertainty of the situation, he remained flaccid.

Cupping Nick's face in both hands, Gil whispered, "Everything will be all right, Nicky, you'll see. I think once you let yourself go, you'll enjoy this."

"I'll try, Gil."

"Good."

Grissom leaned in for a gentle kiss that spoke not of passion but of something deeper, something that reassured Nick. He just hoped it was enough to sustain him through this.

Taking hold of Nick's hand, Grissom led him to the middle of the room where chains and shackles dropped from the ceiling and came out of the floor. Grissom positioned Nick, kissing each ankle and wrist before the padded cuffs were buckled in place, pulling his arms and legs out into a spread-eagle position, leaving him completely exposed.

"You still okay, Nicky?"

Licking dry lips, Nick managed a shaky, "Yeah."

"There isn't going to be anything beyond you being touched, Nick, but you still need a safe word in case this gets to be too much for you. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"So what word will you use? Make sure it's something you won't accidentally blurt out."

Nick thought for a moment, then said, "Cisco."

"Cisco?"

"Yeah, Cisco. It was my name for my dad when I was a kid, and I think he's the last person I'll be calling for here," Nick said, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

Grissom chuckled as he picked up a blindfold and moved closer. "Cisco it is, then."

Nick's breath hitched when the blindfold was placed over his eyes and tied behind his head, making his dependence on others complete.

"Do you trust me, Nicky?"

"With my life."

"Then trust that I won't let anything bad happen to you." Leaning closer, Grissom whispered, "I love you, Nicky."

Nick's breath caught. In the six months they'd been together, not once had Grissom said the words. His actions had led Nick to believe it was true, but he'd never said the words…till now. And of all times to say it, he waited till he was tied up and blindfolded, waiting for other people to touch his naked body. Leave it to Grissom. But at least it gave him something else to think on.

He was thinking on it so hard, in fact, that he didn't hear the door open. It was only as long nails ran lightly down his arm that he realized someone else was in the room, someone feminine.

Unable to see, he had no idea when and where the next touch would come. When that hand touched his face, running over his throat and down his chest to his waist and over his hip, he gasped. The sensation was just light enough to cause a twitch of interest.

Licking his lips, he waited for more. He wasn't disappointed. That same hand traversed his broad shoulders and down his back, then over his buttocks and down to the backs of his thighs. Fingers slid down the crevice of his ass, lightly teasing, causing him to gasp. On that intake of air he caught a whiff of perfume and knew who the woman was.

"Lady Heather," he whispered as the hand lightly caressed first one hipbone, then the other.

There was neither a confirmation nor a denial. The hand merely continued touching him, soon joined by a second feminine hand. His head fell back when the long, manicured nails delicately scraped over his hardened nipples.

"Gil!"

"I'm here, Nicky," Grissom said, voice slightly roughened by desire.

Nick could tell just from hearing him that Grissom was across the room from him, so when a set of masculine hands joined Lady Heather's, he knew they didn't belong to his lover. Of course, he would have known it anyway; he'd know Gil's touch anywhere.

Four hands roamed his body, two of them soft but strong, the others strong and work-roughened, with definite calluses and what felt like a ring with an unusual design down the sides. Unable to see whom it was touching him was freeing in a way. He was finally able to let go, to let himself fall into the pleasure of those hands and the sometimes bold and sometimes delicate caresses.

When lips were added to the equation, Nick gasped and jerked in the chains holding him. Unable to see, he was never sure where the next kiss and caress would be and from whom it would come. It felt like his whole body was one giant nerve ending being stimulated over and over. Lord knew he was over his shyness now, his cock hard and erect, begging for the touches being denied it.

And that was the thing. Four hands and two sets of lips touched him continuously, touched him everywhere except his mouth and the hard cock standing tall and twitching with each new touch. And he knew, without a doubt, that was Grissom's doing. His lover had already laid claim to being possessive, and Nick knew he'd never allow this to go too far, to venture into territory he considered his and his alone.

That was comforting as well as arousing.

So attuned was he to the older man that he could pick out the sounds of his heavy breathing from where he stood observing. Knowing Gil was watching was erotic in a way he never could have imagined without experiencing it firsthand.

He realized something else, as well; this whole scene was more about trust than it was about the arousal. Both men had to trust in the other to call a halt if it became too much and trust in the fact that no matter what, it was only about the two of them and their relationship to one another.

Now he knew what Gil had been unable to express in words.

And that knowledge made him groan as two mouths sucked at his nipples, two hands grazed the fronts of his thighs and two hands dug into his buttocks, one masculine finger going so far as to slide into his ass crack and tease the puckered opening before a growl from Grissom stopped it.

Lips, teeth and tongues kissed, nipped and licked their way down his body, curly hair brushing against his hard cock when his hipbone was sucked on. The touch and kiss of the man was so different from that of Lady Heather that Nick was kept in a constant whirl, as if both sides of his body were separate halves experiencing something completely different but at the same time.

Every inch of his body, except those areas designated as belonging to Grissom alone, was being stimulated. Even his toes were sucked into hot, moist mouths, tongues flicking into the webbing between them while hands slid up and down his legs, sometimes hard, sometimes just enough to lightly graze the hair covering his limbs.

There was no hint of embarrassment or hesitation left on Nick's part. The kisses and caresses were doing what they were supposed to do, arousing him so much that his cock had stiffened to the point where it stood up straight against his stomach. The fact that Gil was watching it all had him leaking in anticipation of what was to come.

He had no concept of time, no idea how long this had been going on. He was in a haze of pleasure and need, wanting Gil to finish off what the others had started. His breathing was harsh, his body quivering from the constant stimulation of two people working in tandem as if they had rehearsed the scenario.

He wasn't sure just how much more of this he could take, he thought fuzzily as teeth sank into one ass cheek, making him gasp and strain against his bonds.

And then, as quickly as it had all begun, it was over. Through the fog of passion he just barely made out the sound of a door closing quietly. Grissom, he knew, was still there and moving closer from the sounds of his harsh breathing.

"Gil," he said plaintively.

"Yes, Nicky, I know," Grissom answered, voice roughened with desire.

Before Nick could say anything, before he could beg Grissom to make the ache end, two strong hands gripped his head, tangling in his hair as his head was pulled forward, his lover's mouth taking his in a hard, deep kiss that threatened to curl his toes. With a groan of need his mouth opened, allowing Gil's tongue entrance to explore.

By the time Gil pulled away, both men were breathing heavily, desperate to draw oxygen into their lungs. Nick gasped when Grissom's mouth enveloped an already over-sensitive nipple, teeth scraping the hard nub in the most pleasurable kind of pain. When that mouth traveled down his torso to slide down the hard length of his cock, he cried out, straining against his bonds as he thrust into Grissom's mouth.

He strained against the chains again, feeling the compulsion to bury his hands in the salt and pepper curls of his lover as he deep-throated him, but Gil had said nothing about releasing him. He knew he could use his safe word and the restraints would come off, but, surprisingly, he found he didn't really want that just yet.

How was it that being bound and blindfolded gave him such a sense of freedom?

"Are you ready for me, Nicky?"

Swallowing through a throat gone dry with need, Nick managed a, "Please, Gil."

Nick heard a rustling that he knew was Grissom removing his clothes. Gil moved around behind him. He didn't hear him moving, but he sensed the heat of the other man as he stood behind him, close but not touching, causing Nick to make a desperate, needy sound as he pushed backwards, trying to connect with the other man's body, but the chains wouldn't allow it.

"Oh, God, Gil!" Nick cried when the first lubed finger entered him.

Grissom gritted his teeth against the urge to bury himself in Nick right then and there. He knew he could without much difficulty. Nick was already so ready that his finger had slid in without resistance. And all it took was one curve of his finger to find the tiny protrusion that had Nick crying out and straining against his bonds once more.

Leaning closer but still not touching Nick anywhere except for the finger moving in and out of him, Grissom whispered, "You're beautiful like this, Nicky, all tied up at my mercy. I could do anything I want to you, and you couldn't stop me. You'd have to trust me."

"I do trust you, Gil," Nick said, then gasped as a second finger worked its way into him, moving in a scissoring motion to loosen him for something bigger. "I love you."

Gil growled upon hearing those three words. Pulling his fingers out, he slicked his cock with lube. Pulling Nick's nether cheeks apart, he brought the head of his cock to the entrance to paradise. Nick gasped and pulled against his chains when the broad head first breached him, causing Grissom to grasp his hips to hold him still as he pushed his way in.

"Say it again," he commanded once his body was plastered against Nick's sweaty back.

"I love you, Gil."

Three single syllable words, but it was amazing the effect they had on him. He'd been possessive before, but those three little words made him feel a hitherto unknown possessiveness. Nick was his, and all anyone else could do was envy him. Even when others had been touching him, he'd known he was the one Nick had been thinking about. That was what had made it so special.

Grissom began to move, hips pumping into Nick as he found his rhythm. One hand held tight to Nick's hip, the other hand wrapping around Nick's hard cock and stroking in time with his thrusts.

Nick's fingers wrapped around the chains holding him, and he cried out as the head of Gil's cock hit his prostate on each stroke. His only regret was that the blindfold was still on. There was a mirror on the other side of the room, and he had the strongest desire to watch while Gil fucked him.

"Gil."

"Yes, Nicky?"

"Take the blindfold off, please. I want to watch us together."

The noise Grissom made sounded an awful lot like the growl of a big cat to Nick's ears just then. The older man stopped moving just long enough to remove the blindfold from Nick's eyes, allowing him to see their image in the mirror. And what he saw, himself chained up and naked, Grissom behind him, buried deep inside him, was enough to make him shudder and whimper.

"Look at us, Nicky," Grissom whispered in his ear. "See how beautiful you are, hard, aching, tied up at my mercy."

"I see how beautiful we are together," Nick whispered back, afraid to break the spell by speaking any louder.

Grissom smiled and kissed Nick's ear as he began to move again, thrusting into Nick, hand stroking the hard cock of his lover, blue eyes locking with brown in the mirror. Nick gasped when Grissom sped up, thrusting into him hard and fast, pushing his body tighter against his restraints, hand pumping his cock in accompaniment.

Nick cried out in denial when Grissom's hand stopped moving and let go of his hardness. In answer Grissom grasped Nick's hips tightly, holding him while he pumped into him almost savagely, rocking his body against his restraints. All Nick could do was hold on.

Gil called Nick's name and buried his head against Nick's neck as he came, hips slamming against the younger man's buttocks as his warm seed filled him. Nick's breathing was just as heavy and harsh as Grissom's, but still aroused as he was, his was more erratic.

"Gil!"

"I know, Nicky," Gil said faintly, kissing the juncture of neck and shoulder before sinking his teeth in lightly.

"Ah!" Nick pulled against his chains.

Chuckling, Grissom pulled out carefully, running a hand down Nick's side sympathetically when his lover winced at the withdrawal, then shuddered when the warm cum trickled down his thigh, cooling on its downward trek.

Nick's attention was diverted from the mirror when Grissom sank to his knees in front of him, pulled his hard cock away from his stomach and engulfed it in his hot, moist mouth. Looking down, watching his dick disappear into his lover's mouth, was a better, more up-close view than looking at the back of Grissom's head in the mirror as it bobbed back and forth.

"Oh, yeah, Gil, that's good. Just like that. So good."

Grissom hummed in approval at the praise, throat muscles vibrating around the head of Nick's dick. As ready as Nick was it didn't take long to finish him off. He jerked in his chains, pushing as far as possible down Grissom's throat as he came. Grissom drank it all, not wasting a single drop of Nick's essence.

Pulling off with a wet pop, Grissom looked up and smiled. "Thank you, Nicky."

"For what?"

"For trusting me and giving me a memory I'll treasure always."

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Three days later Nick still found himself smiling at odd moments, frustrating Catherine to no end when he refused to tell her why. She had no doubt he was seeing someone, even if he never confirmed or denied it, but she had no idea Grissom was the person responsible for the nearly-constant smile on the younger man's face.

Standing in front of his locker, suiting up for his shift, he looked up when someone entered the room. He was surprised to see Bobby Dawson, since the ballistics expert was still on grave.

"What's up, Bobby D?"

"Hey, Nick."

Zipping his vest, Nick asked, "What are you doing here so early?"

Bobby pulled at the tie around his neck. "Had to go to court today and testify in the Sterling case."

"How'd it go?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Fine if you consider the guy's lawyer did everything in his power to try and discredit the forensics findings."

Nick smiled in sympathy. "Yeah, man, been there done that."

Bobby yawned suddenly, one hand rising to cover his mouth. Something about the movement caught Nick's attention, brushing at the edge of his memory. And that was when he saw it, the ring on Bobby's finger with the Celtic design scrolled down the sides.

Eyes wide, Nick's gaze flew up and locked with Bobby's.

Realizing what Nick had been looking at, Bobby lowered his hand slowly and looked at his ring, then looked at Nick's shocked expression. Lips curling up in a smile, Bobby winked and left the room.

THE END