Title: Willpower
From the Smut Tales
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Rating: FRAO
Summary: PWP.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.

Warrick came out of the bathroom and yawned. Then he stretched his neck, trying to get the stiffness out. He went to the bedroom, stopped, and leaned against the doorframe. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.


Gil was lying on his stomach with the sheet pulled to just above his waist, giving Warrick a view of his bare back. He was propped on his elbows, reading a new book on entomology. He felt Warrick’s eyes on him but didn't say anything.


Warrick’s gaze traced the form of his lover's body from the covered legs and ass all the way to the bare back and neck. He quietly walked over to the bed. "So, what are you up to?"


Gil turned the page and answered, "What does it look like?"


Warrick heard the challenge in Gil's voice. It was time for one of their little games where Warrick tested the other man's willpower. He could do whatever he wanted and Gil would try to ignore him for as long as possible. The moment Gil looked at him, he won.


Warrick sat next to Gil and waited a few moments to see if his lover would stop reading to see what he was doing. Gil didn't move. Warrick hadn't really expected him to. That would've been too easy.


Warrick straddled Gil's lower back. Gil shifted slightly beneath him but otherwise showed no sign of noticing him.


Gil made a show of turning the next page as Warrick's hands began to roam up and down his back. Warrick leaned in close to his ear. Gil could feel the other man's breath on his neck.


"Don't you want to play?" Warrick asked.


"I'm a little busy right now," Gil answered, amazed at how calm his voice sounded

.
"I think I might be able to change your mind," Warrick stated and trailed his tongue along the back of Gil's neck.


Gil closed his eyes as the sensations from Rick's tongue and hands began to course through him. He swallowed the moans that threatened to escape when Rick began placing light kisses along his spine. Rick dipped his tongue briefly between Gil’s ass cheeks and pulled back quickly. He felt Rick's weight shift as the younger man's mouth went lower and gave a quick lick to his balls. Gil had all he could do to suppress the shiver that was going through his entire body.


Rick repositioned himself on Gil's legs. He straightened and took both his mouth and hands off his lover's body. He wanted to see how long it would take before Gil looked over his shoulder to see why he'd stopped.


Gil fought the urge to look over his shoulder. He wasn't done yet. "If you're not gonna do anything, then get off my legs."


Rick raised an eyebrow. "That wasn't very nice." He put a hand on Gil's ass. Through the sheet, he felt Gil arch slightly into his touch. He almost felt sorry for the amount of willpower Gil was using to try to win this little game...but he liked going slow and playing with his lover.


Rick pulled the sheet down and ran his fingers over his lover's bare skin. Then he slapped Gil's ass. He was sure that would get a reaction.


Gil smiled to himself. He was getting hard and tired of playing this game. He figured he'd make them both happy. He looked over his shoulder and met Warrick's stare. "That wasn't very nice either."


"Have I got your attention now?"


Gil threw his book onto the nightstand. "Undivided."


"Good," Warrick answered and moved off Gil's legs. "Roll over."


"Why?"


"Because I want to see your face when I make love to you."


Gil took off his glasses and did as he was told. He looked up at Warrick. "Better?"


"Yes," Warrick answered as he pushed one pre-lubed finger inside his lover. He stretched Gil slowly and added another finger, feeling the other man writhe beneath him.


Gil didn't mind letting Warrick set the pace. Rick knew exactly what to do to him, but the slowness was beginning to drive him crazy. He pushed back as much as he could on Rick's fingers.


Warrick couldn't hold on much longer. He removed his fingers and entered Gil quickly. He set a fast pace, moving in and out of his lover. Each stroke was harder than the last. Moans from both filled the room and Warrick didn’t know where his body ended and Gil’s began. They moved in perfect unison.


Gil exploded shortly after Rick began pumping his cock in time with the thrusts. All of the tension that Warrick had been building in him was released as pleasure shot through him. A moment later, he felt Rick come inside him and collapse on his chest.


They stayed that way for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath. Finally, Rick rolled off Gil to lie next to the older man. He reached for the small towel on the nightstand and cleaned himself off. Then he did the same for Gil.


For a long time the only sound in the room was their breathing. Finally, Rick said, "I was pretty impressed. You had me wondering what I'd have to do to get your attention."


"My willpower gets stronger each time. One of these days, I'll be able to resist you," Gil answered, not being able to keep the amusement out of his voice.


"I can't let that happen. I'll just have to keep coming up with new things."


"I knew there was a reason why I liked this game," Gil answered as Rick laid his head on Gil's chest. He stroked Rick's back and felt the other man's breathing become quiet and even in sleep. Just before he drifted off, Gil thought, with evil intentions, that next time he'd have to test Warrick's willpower.


THE END