Unwritten (Boom - Part Three. The Beginning.)
Title: Unwritten (Boom - Part Three - The Beginning.)
Author: Nat
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,072
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and occasional cameos by other cast members.
Warnings: Adults only, please.
Spoilers: Boom
Disclaimer: You know the "I don't own these two" drill, so I won't bore you.
Unbeta-ed: I'm too busy to spell check. I do my best.
A/N 1: A fun little experiment. This is the first of a series of short stories that are based directly on scenes in CSI Episodes. Much in the way that we were all subjected to those build up episodes between Gil and She Who Shall Not Be Named, these are little drabbles about the build up of Gil and Nick's relationship with one little itty bitty catch - they will be starting at the end and working thier way back to the beginning. (Memento, anyone?)
A/N 2: GSR FREE ZONE. They are my stories, right? So canon be damned, I do what I want.
Nick tried his best to lay back and relax. He was wishing more than anything that he had done a better job of tying his gown closed, because the icy cold of the examination table was tracing a line straight up his back where the gown hung open and it took all he could muster to not jerk up off of the table upon contact. But after a moment or two the heat from his body had transferred to the cool metal and it was, at least, less noticable.
Gil, meanwhile, had managed to set his tray down and used his foot to pull a wheeled, low-sitting stool towards the end of the table. Nick's chest was rising and falling aggressively as he stared at the ceiling, fighting the urge to question Gil or, God forbid, look at him. The gown was covering Nick completely as his legs hung off the table from the knees down, and Gil sat on the stool and wheeled it slightly between Nick as he adjusted his glasses and folded his hands over one another to secure his gloves. He had to do everything in his power to remaim professional and respect Nick's dignity. Although he couldn't get past the irony of the situation. In all the many different ways he may or may not have imagined ever coming into physical contact with Nick - this was not one of them.
"Nick, I need you to lift your legs. You may need to scoot up. So you can rest your feet on the table."
Nick inhaled sharply as he listened to his instruction. He nodded slightly, still staring at the ceiling.
"Knees up?"
"Knees up."
Nick used his elbows to push his body away from Gil slightly until he could raise his legs enough to place his heels on the edge of the table. Gil held his breath calmly as the gown over Nick lifted enough that Gil was able to see under it. Nick's legs shook a bit and Gil knew he had to be mortified...but he was beginning to wonder what he was mortified about. Just like he was beginning to wonder about how much help Nick would actually need. Nick's cock was completely hard, and Gil could see it in it's entirity...hanging proudly between Nick's open legs...moving slightly as Nick adjusted. Gil felt a flutter in his chest, but he quickly brushed it off.
Instead he lowered Nick's gown slightly, obscuring his view no matter how little he wanted to. He reached a hand under the gown.
"I'm going to touch you, Nick. It might be cold."
Nick didn't answer...just nodded slightly and bit his lip. Gil slowly made contact with Nick, pressing his gloved hand against Nick's perenium slightly. Nick's body shot up at Gil's touch, and Gil saw Nick wrap white knuckled fingers around the edges of the exam table.
"Alright?"
Gil asked Nick for a response, and was met with yet another nod of yes...still no words.
"Nick, I need you to try to relax." Gil knew he was asking the impossible. He couldn't imagine he would be very relaxed if the tables were turned. "I'm going to try to elicit a prostate orgasm. We should be able to get enough of a sample without an ejaculation. Ok?"
Nick nodded again, still biting his lip. Still grasping the table for dear life. Gil was uneasy at Nick's obvious unease. He sat up a little bit.
"Look at me, Nick."
Gil waited what felt like an unusually long minute for Nick to blink a few times before letting himself glance down the table, over his body, and at Gil.
"I know this is difficult. But I need you to tell me you're ok. Don't just nod."
Gil took a deep breath and he watched as Nick followed suit.
"Are you telling me you're about to stick a finger in my ass?"
Gil smiled against his will at Nick's matter of fact, borderline crassness. But why bother holding any punches at this point. Gil's hand was still resting peacefully and squarely between Nick's cock and his ass. No sense in being modest now.
"Yes. That's where your prostate is."
"Thanks for the anatomy lesson. I know where my prostate is." Nick was slightly argumentative, which strangely put Gil at ease. He was much more used to Nick being opinionated than just sitting back and nodding in agreement with things. And Gil couldn't help but notice, through the silhouette of his gown, that Nick was still at full attention. So if he wasn't going to say he was ok, and if he wanted to act moderately offended at the idea of having a finger in his ass...Gil was starting to think otherwise.
Nick laid himself back on the table and inhaled, raising his eyes to the ceiling once more.
"Ok." He barely whispered.
Gil swiveled on his stool slightly, leaving his hand pressed against Nick.
"Try to relax, Nick. You'll feel some pressure."
"Ok..." Nick answered again, and Gil was relieved to hear his voice and not just have to decipher a nod.
Gil slowly moved his hand down until it was pressing firmly against Nick's backside. Gil released it slightly to move his hand into a curled fist, leaving his index finger pressing against Nick. He had sufficiently lubricated his glove, so he slowly began to ease the tip of his finger into Nick. Nick tightened his entire body. Gil saw his fingers gripping the table, and he could feel every muscle in Nick's body push against the intrustion. Nick was holding his breath tautly until he let out a heavy exhale...almost whimpering a little bit. Gil wanted to ask him if he was ok, but he knew that stopping to check on Nick would mean losing momentum, so instead he continued to push back against Nick's natural instincts until his forefinger was buried completely inside of Nick. Nick's body relaxed slightly and adjusted to Gil, and Gil looked up to see Nick's head hanging to the side...his eyes closed, his breath coming and going in deep and heavy pants. Gil could feel Nick's prostate with his finger tip, and he gently began pressing against it in tiny strokes that only involved the slightest movement from the very tip of his finger. And Nick's reaction let him know he was in the right spot.
Gil saw Nick's eyes open and stare ahead in a daze before rolling back slightly. He had been biting his lips but now they hung open slightly, parting just enough to let the quick breaths rise out of Nick's chest.
"Oh...man..." Nick let a few words escape - forgetting momentarily where he was or why he was feeling what he was feeling. Gil felt a grin fighting to occupy his lips. He knew this was new to Nick. Gil was encouraged by Nick's reaction and he let himself forget thier situation for just the smallest of moments...gently writhing his finger tip deeper against Nick's body...feeling himself hum slightly at the sight of Nick moving under him. Gil pushed the gown back slightly to observe Nick. He knew that at the rate they were moving, it wouldn't be long before Nick had secreted enough fluid for Gil to take a decent sample. And he was right. He adjusted Nick's knees slightly so the light would cast enough of a glare on Nick's lower body to illuminate any moisture. The tip of Nick's cock was almost shimmering as it began to leak steadily. Nick's body was rolling passively from side to side on the table as Gil mindlessly continued stroking him from the inside. He stared in awe of Nick's body as it reacted. He was still watching Nick's reactions when Nick reached under his gown and wrapped his fingers firmly around himself. Gil's free hand lifted the rest of the gown as he did so, pushing it up around Nick's waist until he was completely exposed.
Nick closed his eyes and reared his head back as he began to jerk off harder and harder - much harder than he would have had to to produce a sperm sample - but both men were suddenly operating under the knowledge that this had just become more than that. And if there was a doubt about it between the two of them, it was all but put to rest when Gil reached his free hand up over Nick and began stroking him off...persuading Nick to release himself and let Gil finish him off. Gil's finger moved quickly inside of Nick - no longer just rolling against Nick's prostate gland but making long and sure strokes in and out of him as his other hand worked the length of Nick's rapidly swelling erection. Nick had managed to prop himself up on both elbows and was watching Gil work him over. He was trying to remain stoic about it...to tell himself that Gil was just doing his job. But who the fuck was he kidding. Gil was breaking out in a sweat and damn near drooling inches away from the tip of Nick's cock. And it was all Nick could do to not buck forward and push himself past Gil's lips. But that would ruin the sample for sure. And he knew neither of them would care to explain the chance of trace epithelials from Gil on Nick's sperm sample.
Nick had propped himself up to sit on the edge of the table, and Gil straightened on his stool to make the proper adjustments. Neither of them made eye contact with each other, but instead they both stared with great intensity at Nick’s body as Gil continued to masturbate him fully - pulling him tightly and hurriedly pushing his finger in and out of Nick. Nick’s body was heaving in anticipation and Gil could sense he was getting close.
“Grissom…”
Nick managed to let his name escape with a great pant of heat. Gil let his hand drop from Nick’s cock, and without missing a beat Nick continued with his own hand as he watched Gil seamlessly grab for the specimen jar. Gil was still massaging deep inside of Nick as moved back to hold the vial near the tip of Nick’s cock. Nick held himself tightly and inhaled a deep breath that he would hold tight inside his chest as he started to come. Gil reached up and again took a hold of Nick, feeling him pulsing in his hand as he angled Nick lower into the cup. It wasn’t long before Nick was filling it forcefully, moaning and purring against a held breath, Gil still pushing him as far as he could from the inside out. Gil was holding Nick hard, squeezing him as he ejaculated so hard, Gil had to move the cup several times to make sure he didn’t lose anything. Nick reached a hand from the table and grabbed onto Gil. It was only then that Gil managed to raise his eyes and look up at Nick. There was something desperate and bonding about the way Nick had grabbed him. Nick’s hand was on the side of Gil’s head, cupping his ear…his fingers pushing through the sweat-damp hair at the back of Gil’s head. And, in the first move that was implicitly romantic and unprofessional, Gil turned his head into Nick’s arm and began kissing the inside of his forearm. He covered Nick’s soft skin with slow and sweet kisses…closing his eyes as he felt Nick finishing in his hand.
When Nick was complete, he scooted slightly away from Gil on the table, letting the gown fall over his nakedness as Gil swiveled quickly in his chair to place the lid on the specimen jar. He screwed it tight and sat it on the metal tray. He was pulling his gloves off when he first noticed how shaky his hands were. He took a deep breath before turning to face Nick. Amazed that he had already managed to put most of his clothing back on. He was buttoning up his black shirt as Gil offered him an alcohol wipe for his hands. Silently.
Gil crossed to the other side of the small room and gathered his things. He turned to face Nick. Who had been watching him intently.
“I’ll get these to the lab. Why don’t you go to the break room. I’m sure Catherine will be down as soon as she knows anything.”
Gil moved to leave, heading for the door, but Nick took the two steps that were required to place him between Gil and his exit.
“Grissom…”
Gil looked at Nick, noticeable lacking the bravura that he had only minutes ago.
“Thanks.”
Gil cocked an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Thanks?”
“Yeah…thanks. I guess…I’m not sure what else I should say right now.”
Nick allowed a trace of his infamous smile to spread across his face as he felt his cheeks heat up and wondered if they were red enough for Gil to notice. Gil returned the smile.
“Whatever happens, Nicky, I’ll always have your back.”
“Always?”
“Always. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to try and save your ass.”
Nick swallowed hard and fought back an undeniable laughter. Gil realized what he had said only seconds after he said it. They both chuckled slightly and maintained an eye contact that was very new to both of them. And very exciting.
Nick watched Gil move towards the lab with his sample and he was suddenly less embarrassed than he had been. But he took Gil’s advice and headed to the break room.
He was sure he had logged over twenty miles in pacing by the time Catherine finally arrived. Only he was no longer as preoccupied with Kristy, or the murder. There was something else floating around in his head that he couldn’t shake. So when Catherine told him that it had worked - that “never had she seen a more perfect match” - Nick flew into her arms not only to thank her, but to get some kind of comfort from someone…to somehow be held onto even if wasn’t by the person he wanted it from.
“Get your things together, Nick. We’ll go to the station.”
Nick nodded and smiled. He left the break room and hurried to his locker for his things, before realizing he had a stop to make before leaving the lab. He walked down the hall, nervous to face Grissom for an entirely different reason than he ever had been before. Gil looked up over his files and smiled slightly as he saw Nick approaching.
“I take it you heard the good news.”
“I did. I just wanted…to thank you again.”
“Close the door, Nick.”
Nick raised an eyebrow and moved into Gil’s office.
“I have to head to the station with Catherine…I…”
“I know. It’ll just take a minute.”
Nick nodded and closed the door behind himself as Gil stood from his desk and removed his glasses.
“Doc Robbins told me you are paying for her funeral. Is that correct?” Nick broke his eye contact for a moment, wondering if Gil was going to try to talk him out of it.
“She was a good girl, Grissom. She deserves that much.”
“Catherine told you. About the other sample?”
“I know what she was, Gil. I didn’t have any illusions about what was happening. It was just…sex.”
Gil nodded appreciatively, realizing again that only Nick Stokes would feel an obligation to take care of someone - even if it had been just sex.
“I just wanted to ask. You know the department will pay for a grief counselor if you would like to see one.”
Nick smiled slightly, touched by Gil’s concern.
“It was sex, Grissom. Besides…she’s not really my type.”
Gil raised an eyebrow.
“Mind if I ask what your type is?”
The million dollar question was thrown out onto the floor and Gil waited on baited breath as he remembered the first time he met Nick…
“Mind if I ask what your type is?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your blood type. It’s not filled in on your transfer form.”
“Oh. Right. AB negative. Sorry. Listen, Dr. Grissom, I just want to tell you I really am honored to have the chance to work with you. I requested this transfer after I read some of your reports on the entomological research of desert insects and their effect on blood residue. Pretty fascinating.”
“Then you may know enough about me to know that brown nosing doesn’t really do anything for me. Everyone that comes through here pretends to have read my work.”
“If I wanted to brown nose, I’d tell you that you have the most unusually blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I’m just telling you I respect your work. So…can I have an assignment or do I have to pass a lie detector test, too?”
“I’ll send you out with Warrick Brown. And remember…it’s my ass on the line if you blow this.”
“Your ass…is my ass. Got it.”
Gil was lost in his memories of Nick. The swagger, the accent, the impossibly dark eyes and the flirtatious way he had disarmed him even in his first few minutes in the lab. Gil knew…he didn’t know how…but he knew…that Nick was going to be some kind of trouble. And now, in light of recent events, Gil knew what kind of trouble that was. The kind that keeps you up at night worrying. The kind that makes you want to wake up in the morning. The kind that eventually makes you want to leave the lab because all you want to do is lay in bed beside him.
“You hear a word I just said, Grissom?”
Gil realized that he had been so lost in his daydream that he completely ignored whatever it was Nick had said. Nick just laughed and moved towards the door. He turned back to Gil as he grabbed the handle.
“So…after I get done at the station. You, uh…wanna grab a beer?”
Nick’s voice was trembling and intimidated…but determined.
“No, Nick, thank you.” Gil answered quickly and saw the shrink of defeat come over Nick. Nick nodded slowly and tried to manage a smile as he opened the door and moved to leave.
“I’m more of a scotch kind of guy.”
Nick smiled to himself and bit his lip gently. He turned to Gil over his shoulder.
“I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Trouble. Indeed.