"THESE ARE SLASH STORIES
- THAT MEANS TWO MEN IN ROMANTIC &/or SEXUAL SITUATIONS!"
Written for Carmen
Candles
by elfin
Gil stepped into the living area of his townhouse and looked around,
surprise registering on his face.
Was he in the wrong home?
Never before had he seen his place in this particular light.
Literally. The thick blinds were drawn against the early morning
daylight, the lights were off, the only glow coming from across the
corridor, from his bedroom. Dumping his briefcase next to the
door, he called out,
"Nicky?"
When his lover appeared in the doorway, backed by a flickering amber
light, a substantial amount of blood left Gil's head and flowed into
other parts of his body.
Nick was half-naked. Feet bare, grey sweat pants hung low on his
hips, no shirt. He looked like an all-you-can-eat buffet to Gil,
who was suddenly
very hungry.
"Not that I'm complaining," he started carefully, "but...."
Nick overrode him. "The phone's off the hook, I want your cell
and pager switched off."
"You know I can't...."
"You've just worked a sixty hour shift. If you don't take some
time off, you'll collapse."
Gil knew he was right. He was exhausted but at the same time
wired. He wouldn't sleep right now if he was left to his own
devices.
Reaching into his jacket pocket he switched both cell phone and pager
to call divert, using Ecklie's number as the receiver, and shrugged the
coat off his shoulders, throwing it onto the couch.
Nick nodded his approval. "For the next twelve hours, Gil
Grissom, you are all mine."
Gil bit his bottom lip, a frission of desire sending his brain into a
downward spiral. He couldn't speak for a moment, only nod and
stare as his younger lover padded across the tiled floor of the living
area and reached for his hand.
"Come on, Spiderman. Time for me to play the hero."
Turning, Nick led his speechless boss through to the bedroom.
For the second time that day Gil's face registered surprise. He
was momentarily stunned by the sight that met him. The wooden
floor of the
room was littered with candles, flames dancing in the slight draft of
the
townhouse. The aroma of sandalwood hung in the room, not strong
enough
to be sickly, just right to set the scene.
"Nicky...."
"Sometimes I need to take care of you rather than the other way
around." He punctuated his words with buttons, unfastening Gil's
shirt, sliding the material from the broad shoulders. He kept his
fingers away from his lover's skin, he knew that to start touching now
would be disastrous to his plans for the next couple of hours.
They weren't very good at keeping their hands off one another,
especially after the forced celibacy of the last few of days. Gil
had taken him completely by surprise; never in his life had he found
someone so incredibly sexy and so amazingly hot.
He knew, but it didn't stop him brushing his lips over the gentle curve
of the collarbone or brushing teasing fingertips over hardening nipples.
Hearing Gil's moan, feeling its vibration in his chest, Nick touched a
kiss to his lover's mouth then stepped back, hands unfastening the
belt, button and zipper of the soft, dark pants Gil had worn to
work. He let them slide down over muscled thighs and barely
trembling knees and followed them with the black boxers.
Then he dropped gracefully into a crouch, ignoring the thickening cock
dancing just in front of his face, and removed shoes and socks.
Gil stepped away from the small pile of clothing, hesitating.
"Lie on the bed, face down. Get comfortable for me."
The sweat pants did nothing to hide Nick's arousal at the sight of his
naked lover, at the heat in those blue eyes, but he did his level best
to ignore his own body for now.
Gil lay down in the centre of the bed, arms folded under his hand, face
turned so that he could watch Nick pick up the bottle of massage oil
from
the low bedside cabinet and move to kneel on the bed beside him.
Nick caught his lover's startling smile.
"I love you, Nicky."
"I love you too. Now close your eyes. Relax."
Gil frowned. "I want to watch you."
"There's nothing to see. And I just want you to feel me."
Gil contested the statement about there being nothing to see, which
earned him a gentle slap on his behind, and smiling he did as he'd been
told.
He felt Nick straddle him, one knee either side of his hips, weight
settled comfortably on his backside. He heard a wet sound,
familiar and exciting, and then warm, oiled hands were on his back.
The erotic sound that emanated from deep inside Gil sent shivers
through Nick. He started a slow, deep massage of the vice-tight
muscles in his
lover's neck and shoulders.
His palms turned the warmth of the oil into heat on Gil's skin while
his thumbs worked in long, circular motions, pressing into the muscles,
easing the strain little by little.
Self-indulgently he worked upwards for a few minutes, loving the feel
of Gil's soft, greying curls between his fingers, massaging the scalp
gently, aware of the consequences of a head massage.
Gil had done this for him on several occasions and he'd ended up in
tears each and every time.
He eased back down the long neck, over now loose shoulders, starting
down the back. His lover's breathing had slowed and deepened as
he'd completely relaxed under Nick's hands and it was Nick's intention
to keep him there, to let him sleep if he fell asleep, but not to let
up.
Careful over the kidneys, Nick worked the smooth skin lovingly.
At the tailbone he brought his fingers down in a 'V', rubbing the
tension spot in long, deep thumb pushes, smiling when he heard a deep
rumble of satisfaction from Gil's chest.
After a few long minutes he worked outwards again, skirting the
buttocks before bringing in the heels of his hands to massage his
lover's ass.
Shifting down, taking his weight on his own knees now, Nick pressed his
fingers into the tops of Gil's thighs, sweeping up and down in long
strokes,
easing away the tension.
Leaning down, he dropped a teasing kiss to the base of the curved
spine. Then he rose up, parting his lover's legs first with his
right knee, then his left, settling between the strong thighs. He
knew that Gil would know he was upping the ante, so he continued the
slow massage, using both hands to rub the back of each thigh in turn.
Taking some more oil into his hands he scooted right to the edge of the
bed and gently worked on Gil's shin muscles for a time, then his feet.
Usually ticklish, Nick had quickly and painfully learnt the lesson that
to give his new lover a foot massage Gil had to be laid back enough he
was
horizontal. Nick had always prided himself on his foot massages
and
his boss and lover had been a challenge, one he'd accepted with
pleasure.
His hands ached deliciously when he started back up the legs, going
slowly, letting Gil again become accustomed to the somewhat vulnerable
position he was lying in.
Only when he reached the top of the thighs once again, the smooth skin
between legs and buttocks, did Nick alter his touch. From sensual
to sexual he started to use the massage to part the rounded cheeks,
keeping it relaxed and easy.
Finally, he ran one oiled finger along his lover's crack, rubbing over
the tailbone, feeling the utterly relaxed man beneath him accept this
touch too.
Slowly he worked down, deepening the intimacy, waiting for any sign of
tension returning to Gil's body. But all he felt when he slid one
finger inside was the slick heat.
Finding the angle, he brushed lightly over the prostate, enjoying the
first shivers of pleasure drive through the body he worshipped.
Gil moaned, long and low, and Nick lent a second finger to the first.
He kept his touch just light enough not to be too intense, to give
absolute pleasure and no pain. Usually there was always some,
usually it added to the spice of making love this way, but tonight he
didn't want Gil to lose the euphoric bliss enveloping him from the
massage.
With practised skill, Nick eased his sweatpants from his hips and down
his legs, shifting his balance carefully, keeping his right hand
exactly where it was.
He was painfully hard but self-control was a hard-won thing. It
was difficult to think straight in Gil's presence anyway, but with the
guy laid out before him, oiled skin glistening in the glow of the
candlelight and his
own hand on his cock as he spread the oil over his silken steel flesh,
it
was practically impossible.
Moving now, he stretched himself along Gil's length, kissing the arms
now spread out across the mattress.
"I love you," he murmured softly, making sure he was heard before
easing his cock gently into the tight heat of his lover's body.
Spreading his fingers he slid them between Gil's own, open to receive
him in more ways than one.
Nick went slow, fucking as deep as he could in this position, loving
the feel of sliding back and forth over the warm, slick body below
him. Gil was barely moving, but was facing Nick, eyes brimming
with tears, lips parted, his expression one of utter serenity.
So often Gil had told Nick he was the missing part of an otherwise
fulfilling life. When he'd let the younger man do this for the
first time, lying scared out of his mind and putting absolute trust in
Nick, Nick had believed him.
"Will you come for me?" Nick whispered, squeezing Gil's fingers,
reaching his other hand up to stroke into his lover's damp hair.
"Can I make you come without touching your dick?"
Gil didn't answer him, didn't give any response save for the look in
his eyes. It took Nick's breath away and for a moment, he stilled.
"Jeez, Gil, you're beautiful...."
Arching his back, lifting his ass, he plunged back in, head of his cock
hitting his lover's prostate. He saw the orgasm strike across
Gil's
face, felt the shuddering of the body climaxing, felt it around his own
sharp
release.
Nick opened his eyes and found himself staring into warm, smiling blue.
Somehow Gil had shuffled out from under him and was lying on his side,
arms around Nick, watching him with something akin to awe.
"I don't know what to say."
Nick stretched his neck, pressing his lips to Gil's for a moment.
"Have you any idea how incredible it is to have you here, to have your
consent to touch you like that?"
His reply was a silent crease of the lines at the corners of his
eyes. "I love you, Nicky," he murmured after a while.
Finding Gil's hand between them, Nick lifted it to his mouth and kissed
the warm knuckles. "Love you too, Gil. Never think I don't."
They gazed at one another for a couple of seconds, each learning more
about the other in these silent, peaceful moments. Then Nick
shifted forward, wrapping himself around, pushing the older man onto
his back and crawling over him until he was comfortable; Gil's arms
around him, cuddling him close.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
Gil closed his eyes, settling his head against Nick's. "Loving
me."
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