On the Job (Gil/Nick)
Title: On the Job
Author: Aeon Cole
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Slash, fluff, smut, office sex
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Nick Stokes
Word Count: 680
Challenge: 30 Distractions // table
Prompt: #12 Sleep Deprivation
Summary: Nick helps Gil to relax.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them and I am not making any money from this.
Nick leaned up against the doorframe of Gil Grissom’s office and stared at his lover. Gil was working a case that was heavily dependant on establishing an insect timeline. They had found a body out in the desert and needed to determine a time of death. He had been working tirelessly for days and Nick was certain that he hadn’t been home in all that time.
“You ever gonna go home again and sleep?” Nick asked.
Gil looked up from what he was doing and Nick could tell he was exhausted. “I’ll sleep when I’m done with this,” he said very matter-of-factly.
“I seem to recall you sayin’ that before I went home yesterday. And it doesn’t look like you moved since then.”
“Well, I’m not done yet.”
“Gil, this sort of analysis can take days, you can’t not sleep for days.”
Gil turned and gave him a long-suffering look. Nick just rolled his eyes and stepped into the office. “You’re gonna start makin’ mistakes,” he said as he closed and locked the door. He began pulling the blinds on all of the windows shut. “You need to rest.”
Gil sighed. “You know I have trouble shutting my mind down when I’m working like this,” Gil said quietly. His demeanor changed now that they were isolated from the rest of the lab. “I won’t be able to sleep.”
Nick walked right up to him, invading his personal space. “Maybe I can distract you,” he said as he closed the distance between their lips.
He backed Gil up until his the back of his legs hit the couch. He gave him a small push, forcing him to sit. He smiled down at Gil knowing exactly what to do to help the older man relax. He lowered himself to his knees in front of Gil and ran his hands up his legs.
Gil let his head fall back against the back of the couch. “We shouldn’t do this here,” he whispered, but it was a half-hearted protest and in no way deterred Nick from his next move. He moved his hand to the growing bulge in Gil’s trousers and began massaging. Gil’s mouth fell open and he tried to suppress a moan. Nick smirked as he moved his hands to the waistband of Gil’s pants and unfastened his belt. He opened his pants and pulled back his boxers. Gil gasped as the cool air hit his warm flesh.
Nick took him in his hand and gave him a few strokes. He took a quick glance around to make sure there were no gaps in the blinds that someone could see through before lowering his mouth and slowly engulfing Gil’s shaft. Gil let out a long hiss and stretched his arms along the back of the couch, gripping hard and trying to keep himself in control. Nick worked him with his tongue and teeth as he pulled back then swallowed him whole again. Gil began rolling his hips and he moved one hand to the back of Nick’s head. He kept his control for as long as he could but with Nick’s tongue lapping at him that wasn’t very long. It didn’t take much time before Gil was thrusting into Nick’s warm wet mouth. At first he managed a steady pace but as his climax approached, his movements became more erratic until he was thrusting wildly. He bit down on his lip to keep from calling out as he came then he collapsed back onto the couch sucking in some much needed air.
He felt Nick tuck him back in and close his pants but his mind was foggy and he was having a great deal of trouble keeping his eyes open. He looked up at Nick through heavily lidded eyes and tried to smile when he felt himself being moved. Nick helped him to lie down and in no time he was snoring lightly.
Nick bent down and kissed his forehead. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered. He smiled as he left the office, locking the door after him with his extra set of keys.
Fin