*Title*: Who Needs Sleep
*Author*: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
*Disclaimer*: I don't own them. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money and promise to return them some day.
*Summary*: Gil desperately tried to stay awake during the presentation.
*Beta*: Star (Gil)
*Genre*: Slash
*Warning*: Threesome
*Challenge*: 30 Distractions - Gil/Nick/Warrick
*Prompt*: #12 - Sleep Deprivation
*Word* *Count*: 1880

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Gil tried to keep awake, but hearing Ecklie drone on and on and on about fiscal responsibility for each shift supervisor at the lab was not helping. He glanced at his coffee cup, frowning when he noticed it was empty. He wondered if it would be rude if he got up and grabbed more coffee. Glancing up, he caught Catherine's disapproving glare and settled back down into his seat.

~*~

It wasn't his fault he was tired. They had been working over time. Double shifts. There were times he wasn't even sure what time it was; he would look at the clock at it even though it would say three, he couldn't tell you if it was three am or three pm.

Then they had finally caught a break and caught the killer. He was suddenly full of energy watching as they dragged the suspect away, his taunts and screams echoing down the hallway. Gil Grissom had smiled a content smile and turned around to head back to his office only to get manhandled and dragged out of the lab and into Nick's truck. He blinked and looked at the two men.

"We haven't seen you in two weeks, Gris," Warrick stated as he turned in his seat to look forward. "Tonight you're ours."

"We've had a case, Warrick..." Gil pointed out only to get glared at by Nick.

"And the case is over, time for ya' to come home." Gil shivered slightly. Nick's Texan accent was always more pronounced when he was tired and or upset, and right now it was positively thick.

"Kidnapping me out of the lab wasn't quite subtle," Grissom said.

"Subtle is over rated." Warrick shrugged. "We're not on your team anymore."

"No," Gil sighed; it was something he hated more than anything. Ecklie splitting up his team, taking away his boys. But in reality they all saw the usefulness of the situation. Nothing could be truly said if he was caught with one of them. Now if he was caught with both, that was another story. Though he would enjoy Sara's expression.

"He's got that wicked little grin of his," Nick said, looking into the review mirror.

"Just thinking of what I'm going to do to the two of you when we get home." He smiled slyly.

Rick turned in his seat and slipped off his sunglasses. "Not this time, Gil; we're going to play." He slipped his glasses back on, smirked at Nick and then turned back towards the front.

Gil Grissom was giddy with anticipation. His lovers were so different yet similar. Warrick was lanky and lean, a smooth talker and operator. While Nick was bulky and compact, he held an innocence despite what he'd been through, yet had a maturity to him that amazed Gil daily. When the two teamed up against him, he was always left sated, sore, and boneless.

They had pulled up to Nick's and before Gil could even get his full bearing he was dragged out of the truck and into the house. By the time he realized he was in the bedroom, his lovers and stripped him down to nothing. He stood in the bedroom, arms held out with a small smirk on his face. "Okay now that you got me naked, what are you going to do with me?"

The evil little grin Nick was sporting sent shivers down Gil's spine. "He's gettin' too cocky, isn't he, bro?"

"Oh definitely." Warrick smirked as he reached behind him and pulled up restraints. "On to the bed, Gris."

"Make me." He pushed them.

The two looked at each other then back at their lover. Grissom blinked and stared up at the ceiling; he lifted his head to see Nick straddling him. "Gil, I'm Texan and have wrestled down steers with more stubbornness than you."

"Why does that thought make me hot?" Gil looked over at Warrick, who was tying his hands to the headboard.

"Because the idea of Nicky in jeans and leather chaps makes you want to know if he can really ride like a cowboy," Warrick purred into his ears. "And if you're good you might get to find out."

Warrick sat up and pulled Nick close and kissed him hard and deep; they both looked down at Gil who was moaning at the sight. "You know considering he was just ready to go back to work, instead of coming home with us, we should leave him tied up and wanting."

"Sounds like a plan to me, babe." Warrick stripped off Nick's shirt and tossed it to the side; he leaned down and sucked the hardening nub into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue. Nick's hand went into the soft dreadlocks and held him to his chest. He ground down his hips, eliciting a deep moan from Gil who was still beneath him.

Warrick pulled back and took Nicky's mouth in a deep kiss. "I should fuck you right here, let Gil watch as I take you hard and deep. And if he's good I'll let him fuck you afterwards."

Nick whimpered and leaned into Rick's touch. "Please...."

It didn't take long for either man to shed their clothes and get back into the bed, kissing hungrily. Gil once again found Nick straddling him with Warrick behind the smaller man. He could only watch as he prepared their lover; he was hard and aching and wanted to Nick to slide down his thick cock and ride him hard. But Warrick was in charge of this game, and he was just a willing participant.

Rick slid into his lover in one hard thrust, causing Nick to push back against him and cry out. Warrick wrapped his arms around the smaller man and began to thrust hard and fast into him, Nick's own hands searching for something to hold onto, his fingers scratching along Gil's stomach, leaving blunt red marks, causing Gil's already aching member to twitch. Nick's hands finally landed on Gil's chest, leaning him forward slightly and giving Warrick a better angle to fuck him harder. Sweat poured off Nick, dripping onto Gil's chest, the drops mixing in with his own sweat as it slid down his sides and soaked into the sheets. Nick was completely lost, his eyes were closed; mouth slightly open, small pants and moans slipping from him with each deep thrust. Gil could tell he was close to the edge; he pulled at the restraints, wanting nothing but to take Nick's face in his hands and kiss him deeply, swallow each sound he made as he was worked over. His own cock was now trapped between him and Nick, rubbing up against Nick's own swollen member, he was close very close. He arched upward seeking more friction when it was suddenly lost. He blinked and looked to see that Warrick had pulled Nick up and against his chest as he pushed as far as he could go and came with a low groan. Warrick's hand reached around Nick and squeezed the base of his cock, stopping Nick's own orgasm.

"Warrick...please man..." Nick pushed into the firm hand.

"Not yet baby," he cooed in his ear. "Grissom wants to see how much of a cowboy you are."

Nick's eyes opened, locking onto Gil. "I'm already wet and slick, I can just slide down onto your cock."

Gil moaned, "Ride me."

He sat up on his knees, positioning himself, and slid down on the large member. "Feel so good." He lifted back up and slid back down harder, moaning as his prostate was scraped. He placed his hands on Gil's chest once again and began to ride hard, each movement countered by Gil. As Nick came down, Gil arched up, moaning as he thrust in further and harder each time. He knew he wasn't going to last long, he could feel the tingling sensation start in his lower back; he groaned as he slammed into Nick and came with a shout. Nick stilled squeezing around his thick member, as he came with a muted groan, his cum spilling over Gil's chest and stomach.

Warrick pulled Nick off Gil and laid him down, quickly undoing the restraints. Gil pulled Nick close to him, running his hand through the sweat soaked hair. He was happy to see Nick was letting it grow back out. Gil smiled as Warrick cleaned them all up; he pulled him down and gave him a deep kiss.

"We wore him out." Warrick leaned over and kissed the top of Nick's head.

"He's such a cuddler." Gil smiled softly.

"You should rest, both of you put a lot of hours on this case," Rick said.

Gil's eyes began to shut when the annoying chirping sound came from somewhere down the hall. Warrick hunted down the annoying cell phone and frowned when he saw the caller ID. The phone rang again, and Gil took it from his hands. "Ecklie, this better be good....." Gil bit back a groan. "Yes... I'll be there... Give me half an hour."

Gil moved out from under Nick and winced as his muscles protested slightly. "Budget meeting I had totally forgot about."

Warrick frowned but didn't say anything.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, promise." Gil pulled him into a deep kiss before grabbing his clothes and heading towards the bathroom.

Warrick climbed into the bed and pulled Nick into his arms; he muttered softly before falling back to sleep. By the time Gil left both men were sound asleep. He sighed and grabbed Nick's keys to his truck. God he hoped Ecklie wasn't too long winded...

~*~

He bit back a third yawn and stared meaningfully at the coffee pot. How much longer did he have to go on about lab expenditures? Catherine gave him another dirty look and he settled back down. Finally, the meeting was over and he made a beeline for the door. Catherine caught him as half way down the hallway.

"What was your problem?" she asked.

"It's been a long couple of days, Cath." Gil gave her a sideways look. "I'm just a bit sleep-deprived." It wasn't his fault, not really, though it's not like he could tell her he had been ridden hard and put away wet. He smirked slightly before moving into his office. "I'm going to head home and try to get a nap before shift."

Catherine frowned and looked at her watch. "I wish I could but with Nick and Warrick off today..." She glanced up to see Gil moving down the hallway at a quick pace. "He must be really tired."

Gil glanced at his watch. He had just enough time for round two, a few hours sleep and if he was lucky some hot shower sex.... Well, he didn't really need to sleep.

*The End *