TITLE: For the Love of Nature
AUTHOR:
countess_hpFANDOM: CSI
PAIRING: Gil/Nick
GENRE: Slash
TABLE:
7 Misc. APROMPT: #9 - Nautre
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 1002
SUMMARY: "Tell me why I came?"
WARNINGS: Sex
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, just the playground that they play in.
“Tell me why I came?” Nick asked, as he fell in the tent for the fifth time.
“To help me gather insects,” Gil said simply as he picked up another ant, then put it back down.
“Great, a weekend off and we get to spend it in the woods looking for bugs.” He slapped his neck. “Fuck, that is the third one that bit me.” Gil stood up from his kneeling position. Nick had always loved how the man was still graceful, even as he edged fifty.
Gill went over and unzipped his bag, after digging around he found what he was searching for.
“Here, this should keep them off.” Nick caught the bug spray. Looking up, he saw Gil going back to finding bugs. Great. I won‘t smell good. How can I seduce him smelling like this?
It was true. Nick only came out here because he wanted to step up their relationship, and by relationship he meant, the one drunken kiss they had shared at a party. Sighing, he put it on. He didn’t want to be eating alive.
Gill picked up a rather strange insect. After examing it, he put it in a jar and screwed the lid on the lip which had several small holes around the edge.
“Have you got the tent up?” He looked over to see Nick tangled in a pile of canvas and metal. He smiled and moved to help him.
Yes his plan was working. He would trip Gil and the older man would fall on him, then he would kiss him and Gill would be his. Smiling to himself he struggled.
“I hate tents,” he said as Gil walked over.
“You are suppose to lay in them, not on them,” Gil said as he walked closer. Nick made it look like he was struggling in an attempt to get out and knocked the other man over. Gil was sent down, landing on the other man. Nick cleared his mind reached up to kiss Gil, but Gil rolled off.
“I am your boss, Nick. Do not forget that.” He helped Nick up and went back to his gathering. Gil had seen right through Nick’s plan and Nick had been rejected.
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As night settled in, Gil laid out his sleeping bag. He ran the scene over and over in his head. Nick had tripped him and tried to kiss him. What was the boy up to? They had agreed that kiss was due to too much vodka in their systems. But did Nick want to take it further? A shiver ran up his spine, but it was not from the cold. Many a night he had laid awake imagining how Nick would look and act if he was inside him, sucking him, kissing him. He looked out to where Nick sat, eating. “Is that what he wants?”
Nick sighed eating his can of food. Not only had he been rejected; he had been embarrassed. Of course he wouldn’t want to be with Nick. He wasn’t gay, that was the only answer, or maybe he worried about the way it would be at work. Either way he didn’t have a flying figs chance with Gil.
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Nick settled into his sleeping bag on his side, he had barely closed his eyes when he was pushed on his back and his hand were trapped above his head. Nick opened his eyes as a set of hips straddled his own.
“What was that about earlier?” his bossed asked, looking down on him. Nick opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “Well?”
“I wanted to kiss you again.” Gil raised a brow.
“Is that all?”
“Well, no…” Nick blushed.
“What else?”
“Sex?”
“Ah.” Gil let go his hand and got off of the other man, sitting next to him. Nick let a breath out of his mouth. “Then why did you not ask?” Nick turned on his side to look at the old man.
“Cause I thought you wouldn‘t?”
“And you thought I would if you seduced me?” Gil chuckled. “A simple ‘I want to have sex with you’ would have worked, Nicky.” Nick frowned, Gil never call him Nicky, ever.
“Do you have everything we need? I don‘t want to hurt you.”
“Oh yeah.” Nick wiggled out of his sleeping bag, After struggling a little, he got his pack and opened it up. There was a tube of lubricant and several condoms.
“Looking to get lucky a number of times?” Gil asked.
“Well, I just thought…better safe than sorry.” The older man nodded. He grabbed one condom and the tube.
“Lay down on the bag.” Gil said sitting the items within arms reach. Nicked laid down, pushing down his pants. Gil helped him, balling up the pants and putting them under Nick’s hips. “Have you done this before?” He asked as he curled his hand around Nick’s arousal.
“Yeah, tons.”
“Yeah would have been enough.” He grabbed the tube, unscrewed it and squirt some out on his hand.
“Hey, haven‘t you ever heard foreplay?” Nick asked as the old man unceremoniously pushed one finger in Gil‘s anus.
“Why spend time getting to the sex when you can skip to it?”
“It is romantic.”
“I didn‘t say it wasn‘t.” Gil leaned down kissing Nick. He was on fire, the finger pushing in and out of him, and Gil’s tongue doing the same to his mouth. Another finger joined the first as Gil kissed down his jaw and to his neck. Nick closed his eyes enjoying the sensation.
“Enjoying yourself?” The old man asked his voiced hushed.
“Hell yeah.” The mouth was suddenly gone from his neck and the finger retreated. Nick opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows. Gil was pulling the condom out of the wrapper. The other man had not even bothered to pull down his pants. Nick frowned.
“You could at least take you pants off.”
“And let the mosquitoes bite me?” He grinned. Nick just melted again. Lying back he heard Gil put the condom on and slick it up. Gil leaned over Nick and grabbed his hand. “Push against me,” he said pushing in. Nick did as he was told, feeling Gil sliding into him.
“Fucking hell.”
“More like heaven.” Gil fought to control himself. After years of perfecting his control, he was about to lose it. This was not his first time inside someone but it was like he was an inexperienced boy again. Opening his eyes he looked down at Nick, the young man was looking back at him. “Ready?” Nick nodded and Gil pulled out slowly and pushed in at the same frustratingly unhurried pace.
“I won‘t break, you can go faster,” Nick whimpered, wanting it.
“Your wish is my command.” He leaned over the younger man bracing himself and started fucking him with vigor. Nick buried his hand in the sleeping bag. His legs went around the older man.
“Fuck, fuck, Gil, god…”
“You talk to much.” The older man said then leaned down to kiss the Texan. Nick put his arms aaround Gil to keep him there, kissing and fucking him. Gil ran his arms down Nick’s body, feeling the muscles below the skin. He leaned back to catch his breath and to catch a look at Nick. The younger man’s hair was stuck to his face, his eyes closed, and his face contorted in pleasure. Gill smiled.
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The sun streamed in the open flap. It had been too hot last night to close it. They risked bugs and bears. Gil turned slightly, his arm over Nick’s waist. Nick’s arm was flung out to the side near three used condoms and a scrunched up tube. Nick had a smile on his face, he must have been having a good dream.