Title: Creaking Bed…another update!
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1379
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and Mrs Grissom.
Warnings: V.v.fluffy and AU.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: I hadn’t meant to write any additions to the original little fic, but this will be the third sequel!
A/N 2: Creaking Bed, Creaking Bed... just a bit more!, Creaking Bed... even more!

‘Twas the very early hours of Christmas Day…


“Take your hand off my leg.”

“Oh, Nicky, come on…”

“And don’t whine, it doesn’t suit you.”

“Mom won’t hear…”

“…no, but she’ll feel it and then discuss it over breakfast, on Christmas morning, for Chrissakes!”

“I’ll ask her not to say anything.”

“So you do think she’ll feel it and know what’s going on?”

“I don’t. She’s had the bed put on a carpet, like she said, she won’t feel a thing…you, on the other hand, would feel lots of things…things you like me to do to you.”

“Nope, not going to happen. Anyway you’ve drunk too much I bet you can’t even get it up.”

“Ohhh…but I can…feel this.”

“Mmmm…s’hard..”

“For you.”

“For yourself, more likely.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s because of you and for you.”

“Sweet talkin’ man. Not going to happen though. Don’t do that.”

“Your skin is so smooth, and I can feel the muscles rippling.”

“Stop tickling me. Here, have you hand back.”

“Oh Nicky, you’re being unreasonable.”

“And you’re whining like a girl…God, if people only knew what you were really like, Catherine would die laughing, and Hodges…the disappointment would be worse than Mollie.”

“I don’t want to talk about them I want to make love to you, sweetheart. Please let me kiss you, just a little kiss. Just one little kiss.”

“Just one…”

“Just one; I promise.”

“Don’t know…”

“Please, I love you so much, you’re so handsome and you’re mine, and I just want a little kiss.”

“Just one kiss?”

“Just one. Promise.”

“Just one then.”

“Oh Nicky.”

Gil moved nearly on top of Nick, moving one of his legs across both of Nick’s, slipping an arm under Nick’s neck to pull him closer and using his other hand to smooth the skin of Nick’s neck and move his head and lips towards his own. Gil’s upper body was half lying across Nick’s own body.

They were close.

Gil leaned the last few inches towards Nick and their lips met…

“Hey!” Nick pushed Gil off.

“What? What have I done?”

“Haven’t done. You haven’t brushed your teeth, man, you taste like a bottle of bourbon.”

“Oh Nicky, have I got to get up, I won’t get cavities from one missed brushing and I hope you don’t think that constitutes ‘one kiss’.”

“It’s okay. Just a shock, it’s a good taste on you. You still get your kiss.”

“Thank you, babe.” Gil knew that Nick appreciated good manners.

Gil used his renewed opportunity to do a little extra preparatory work on Nick’s neck. Gently kissing his way around Nick’s jaw and sucking at the skin below his ear and then teasing the ear lobe itself with his teeth and licking the shell of the ear with the tip of his tongue. Nick shivered a little under his touch.

Always a good sign.

Nick had slipped his arms around Gil’s back and was stroking Gil's flanks. Gil’s cock, having lost a little blood when challenged about teeth cleaning, had returned to its previous hard state and was resting against Nick’s side. Gil was desperately trying not to give into the urge to push against Nick’s skin and alert Nick to his, and his cock’s, ulterior motive.

Having satisfied himself that Nick was in the moment, Gil attacked Nick’s mouth again; a gentle attack, not signalling too overtly, his avowed intention to have his way with Nick, regardless of his Mom being on the other side of the wall.

This was a challenge; Gil so enjoyed challenges.

Gil gently moved his lips against Nick’s lips, he licked the lips and then pushed his tongue a little way into Nick’s mouth…just enough to feel Nick’s teeth and taste his toothpaste. Gil resisted the urge to giggle…maybe he had drunk too much. No, not that much, his cock was testament to that.

He felt Nick move beneath him, just a little gyration of his body against Gil’s. Gil kept his free hand firmly on Nick’s shoulder, because that hand, like his cock, wanted to do other things. Primarily drift down to check the status of Nick’s cock. He would be, at the very least, half hard by now. Nick had drunk a few drinks, but vodka tonics, not neat bourbon, so the alcohol was diluted.

Gil was careful not to lose contact with Nick’s mouth, if he only had one kiss, he was determined it would be a long and fruitful one. He gasped little breaths as he moved his mouth around. He noticed that Nick was doing the same and had made no attempt to break off their one kiss.

But Gil lapsed. So enthralled was he with their kiss that his mouth, of it’s own volition, slipped from Nick’s hot and wet mouth and down Nick’s neck to his right nipple. He latched onto the small nub and laved it with his tongue and nipped at it with his teeth and sucked it with his lips.

And Nick let him.

Gil moved to the other nipple and gave that similar treatment, until both were standing to attention…not unlike Gil’s cock that was now in serious need of attention.

Suddenly Gil’s head was between Nick’s hands and Nick was moving it up to look him in the eyes!

“You manipulative bastard! You knew I’d let you.”

“Shhhh…don’t let Mom hear you call me a bastard. I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you really are irresistible. I can’t keep my hands off you…or my mouth, and my cock is ready to burst.”

“You’re pretty irresistible yourself so you win…but you’re not fucking me, I’m not having the bed bounce up and down like a trampoline, so Mom can make fun of us in the morning.”

“It’s a deal...so tell me, Mr Stokes, what is your preferred pleasure?”

“I don’t mind, you could blow me.”

“Hey, you can do me at the same time.”

“I bet you’re too drunk to manage to balance.”

“You could be on top…”

“…no, I couldn’t, remember I’m the one doing you the favour here.”

“Right…I’d better not push my luck then?”

“You got it.”

“Okay. Did I tell you, I love you, recently?”

“Yeah, you did, and I’m still not getting on top.”

“Just testing the water.”

“I bet you are, come or I’ll be asleep before you make a move.”

“Where did the romance go?”

“Down our throats with all the alcohol.”

Gil chuckled. “It went down my throat and directly to my cock!”

“You’re not wrong; come on let’s just jerk off together. Keep it easy and straightforward and don’t rock the bed.”

“If we do that I don’t get to see you squirm like a worm.”

“Excuse…squirm…”

“…yeah, like a worm, you know when you dig one up and it wriggles and squirms? Well you squirm like that when I…do things to you…like a blow job…you wriggle so much you push your cock further down my throat…and when I fuck you, so that I end up even deeper in you. I must say you’ve got worm squirming down to a fine art.”

Nick was chuckling from Gil's description of his antics, but truth be told he always wanted to be a little further down Gil's throat and he always wanted Gil in him as deep as he could get, so it was probably true.

“Nicky?”

“Mmmm?”

“Can we go to sleep now?”

“Yeah, if you want.”

“I want you, but God, I’ve gone so tired…”

“…all the talking; come on, turn over and I’ll spoon. And if you get lucky I’ll blow your morning wood in the shower, an early Christmas present.”

“That’d be very…”

Nick chuckled as Gil fell asleep before he could finish.

The next morning Gil was very chipper at breakfast, despite having had to take a couple of Tylenol before his shower. But his shower had been exceptionally invigorating; there was no getting away from the fact that Nick was very limber.

“Did you boys sleep okay?”

“Yes thanks, we did. Thanks for the new carpet by the way; Gil wanted to make love, but fell asleep before he could do anything about it.”

Mom laughed.

Gil’s mouth dropped open.

Nick turned his back on Mrs Grissom to pour himself some more coffee, but said to Gil.

“The squirming worm has turned.”

The End