FIC: To Whom It May Concern 12/? (part B)
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“Bedroom. Now.”
There were many elements to being a good leader, Gil mused, and one of the most important was the ability to judge when it was beneficial to fight and when it was beneficial just to accept things as they were thrust upon you. Warrick’s order had been brisk, rough and determined, and if that wasn’t hard enough to resist then it was almost impossible to avoid the way that Warrick managed to scoop his arm in his hand and propel him towards their shared bedroom in a strange manner that was both determined but not quite disrespectful. But then Warrick always had been a master of the fine line between disobedient and merely wilful.
Not that either Greg or Nick had noticed, of course; curled up together in a little ball of sleepy comfort, they were both glued to a programme that involved a large number of medical students and too much fake blood. Gil had been damned happy to see that, too, the way that relaxation and softness had returned to each of them as they settled down to watch. Whatever tension had fueled Nick’s vulnerability had been eased, the once tense dark eyes now sated and satisfied, pliant as a loose-limbed puppy as he allowed Greg to use his still bare chest as a pillow, and the rest of their group seemed to ease along with him.
Having been manhandled into the bedroom, he waited until Warrick shut the door behind them before raising an eyebrow in question.
“You had something you wanted to discuss?” he asked idly, then looked in interest at Warrick’s finger that was pointing determinedly at the bed. It seemed Warrick was intending to push the line as hard as he could go, although Gil was already intrigued by what the man had to say. He shrugged, and then sat down on the edge of the bed as requested.
“And there was me thinking I was in control,” Grissom commented idly. Warrick grunted before sliding to his knees in a no-nonsense manner. Dark hands spread Gil’s thighs gently but firmly, allowing Warrick to settle between them and his hands moving from thigh to Gil’s groin. His pants had been all but forgotten in the excitement surrounding Nick, but no longer; Warrick’s fingers deftly began to unfasten Grissom’s trousers with the impatient movements of one who was in half a mind just to rip them off, beginning to ease the fabric away from his straining erection.
Gil’s hand landed firmly on Warrick’s hand, stopping him, and earned himself a dark look as a result. However, there were some areas he enjoyed seeing initiative on, and some that he definitely preferred adding some personal input.
“Warrick-,”
“We all got our pay. All except you.” Warrick seemed irritated that he had to offer explanations, his luminous eyes looking back at him unflinchingly. “And yeah, we’ll be talking on what happened afterward. So shut up and let me work, ‘kay?”
“And they say the age of the romantic is dead,”
“Yeah, yeah, you know what I think about ‘They’. Y’know I’m right. Stop making a fuss and let me work, man, before I strap you down and do it that way.”
Their gazes met steadily, each man refusing to budge. Finally Gil raised his hands - mea culpa - and allowed himself to relax as Warrick gave him a smug smile and continued his business. There was no teasing in Warrick’s actions, nor any haste caused by overexcitement; Gil was released from the restrictive, uncomfortable pants that had fought against him and immediately found a perfectly talented tongue sliding over his stiff length as though testing where to strike. At the exact point when the tickling sensation worked it way up his spine to the hairs on his neck, Warrick chose to take him deep in his mouth. It took every ounce of willpower Gil possessed not to scream aloud.
Needless to say, it took barely a minute before Warrick got the result he wanted. Teased and tormented, Gil had watched every moment of the cosy threesome on the rug in both agony and pleasure; he had been delighted to see the ease that each man brought to the little group, the simple way that they both welcomed and adapted to each other in the same way they worked together in the field, but being witness to such a scene hadn’t done anything for his self control. The fact that this scene had followed stimulation from both the over eager Greg and the cool Warrick, not to mention being pressed over the naked and trembling back of Nick, meant that he was lucky that he hadn’t climaxed immediately as it was.
Gil groaned softly in the back of his throat as he allowed Warrick his space, enjoying every flicker of attention that Warrick gave him. His mind cast back to the images that had been impossible to look away from, adding to the building tension that throbbed and tickled deep within him; he had been given a perfect view of the expressions crossing both Warrick’s and Greg’s faces as they fucked, and the sweaty, eager expressions combined with the soft sounds of coupling that they made had throbbed straight to the core of him. And then of course there was the cautious body of Nick, careful, willing but clearly inexperienced, who had chosen the perfect position to allow him to touch Greg whilst unintentionally offering Gil a perfect view of the smooth line of his muscular back and ass. Each time Nick leaned forward, Gil was greeted by the sight of his balls and the darkness between his legs, and that was difficult to ignore under any circumstances.
Yes, Gil was hot enough that only a quick swirl of the tongue and several hard, deep swallows gave him the violent release that had been building for several hours. There wasn’t enough willpower in the world to resist. His breath caught in his throat, muscles freezing for a second before shuddering through his release, feeling Warrick swallow him down greedily despite the fact that Gil hadn’t asked him to. He allowed his eyes to crack open slightly, looking down at the still mussed face and met the sly cat’s eyes looking back at him. Warrick lazily swirled around Gil’s cock, gently suckling him clean, before leaning back and giving him a somewhat smug look.
“Thank you,” Gil breathed, which was the only thing to say under such circumstances. There was a rough chuckle and a patient look that clearly stated that Warrick wasn’t expecting thanks, the man moving back and gently pushing Gil’s thighs together neatly.
“So,” Warrick drawled after Gil had finally recovered his breath, crawling onto the bed and propping himself up on his side to watch him. “What happened with Nicky? What y’do?”
“According to him, I didn’t do anything,”
“So what, he’s saying he just randomly got freaked out?” Warrick’s tone was dry and dubious. “Yeah, right.”
“That’s essentially what I said, except with slightly more vocabulary,” Gil eased himself up on the bed, and allowed his muscles to accept the exhaustion they had been inflicted with. “He was fine until I was touching him regularly, and then he started to become .. conflicted,”
Warrick squinted critically. “Touching ain’t bothered him before. You came from the rear, yeah? Perhaps he gets funny about not seeing people.”
“And yet he seemed happy enough when we were at the Event,” Gil mused. “Nervous, yes, but happy to trust me regardless where I was, and he seemed clear that he remembered who was behind him. And he seemed to be enjoying the attention earlier, too. He just suddenly began to freeze.”
The critical look increased slightly, which was a typical Warrick reaction to something both confusing and slightly frustrating. The man’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes reflected the deep thought that was whirring in his head, and Gil knew already what would be forming those concerns. Warrick was keen for their group to be successful, that much was certain, and any setback was a significant problem. On the other hand, Warrick protected Nick whenever and wherever he could - “saving his ass”, as he put it. There was absolutely no choice if it came to a decision between Warrick’s pleasure and Nick’s comfort, although he could also see the conflict in Warrick over whether Nick was genuinely upset or not. Everyone coped in different ways, and where Gil preferred solitude, Nick often preferred a once off burst of emotion to get it out of his system. That didn’t necessarily mean he was permanently damaged, simply upset at that point. It was sometimes hard to tell the difference.
Gil adjusted his position and waited for Warrick to speak. Finally there was the smallest of shrugs, and then the other man flicked his gaze at Gil again thoughtfully, a lazy arrogance normally found on well fed lions.
“So what happens if he doesn’t tell us what’s up? Hell, what happens if he doesn’t know himself? Everyone’s got skeletons in the closet, man,”
“True. Not every skeleton turns up in the middle of an intensive sexual scene, though,” Gil’s fingers drummed on the bed sheet idly. “If it occurred again when he’s in the middle of a deeper scene, he could easily hurt himself or others, physically or mentally.”
“It’s Nick,” Warrick snorted softly. “Nick doesn’t hurt people. People hurt him. S’like he’s a magnet for it. And you’ve just got that look in your eyes that normally says you’re up to something. What did I say?”
Gil hadn’t been aware that he had any particular look in his eye, but Warrick had hit the nail on the head. One finger waggled at Warrick as Gil’s mind whirred, the other man watching it in bemusement like a cat faced with an unexpected piece of string in its face.
“Nick did say that he had been touched inappropriately without his consent before, and that he just ‘coped with it’.” he said softly, different possibilities being picked up and then dismissed. How much violence was involved, or was it simply something that went past Nick’s comfort level? “Perhaps that might have something to do with it.”
There was a little huff.
“Yeah, but he knows you and he gave you consent. Hell, he wasn’t exactly tied up at the time,” Warrick said in exasperation. “And he was happy enough when he came back to play. All eager and raring to go, and trust me, man, he’d have been happy to have you there too. I reckon it’ll just be some ‘thing’ he’s got.”
“A thing?” Gil’s fingers drummed even faster as his eyes grew distant. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with ‘things’.”
Warrick’s eyes narrowed. “So, what you planning to do? You’re going to stop him playing until he works out what’s going on? You know he’s gonna break every bone in his body trying to please you, or what he thinks you want.”
“He wasn’t being quite so cooperative in the kitchen,” Gil raised an eyebrow. “Decidedly sulky, in fact.”
That resulted in an eye roll and another huff.
“Yeah, well, I’d have killed you if you’d dragged me out of a sex scene in order to talk about my feelings. Can’t really blame the man for that,” Warrick pointed out, rolling onto his back and stretching lazily. “Give him another go. He’ll be focused on it this time, it won’t take him by surprise. If it happens again, yeah.. well.. got an issue. If he can sort it out, then good for him.”
“And if he doesn’t ‘sort it’ and hides it away instead?” Gil said softly. Sharper green eyes turned to him, Warrick’s natural protectiveness coming to the front again. Any criticism of Nick - of any of them - was taken personally, even if Warrick bawled out the person for the same thing in private.
“He doesn’t need his hand held every step of the way.” Warrick pointed out, his tone a little sharper. “And you know that, when you’re not busy trying to be all fatherly.”
That caused a slight splutter. “Fatherly?!”
“Yeah. Parental. You’ve got that glint in your eye that says you’re half way there to banning television and sending people to bed without supper.” Warrick replied steadily. “My grandmother was good at parental.”
“I’m involved in this sexually. I believe that bypasses any threats of ‘parental’.” Gil replied, knowing his voice was growing stiffer with each syllable. But still. Fatherly. Just because he was interested in other people’s sexual kinks did not mean he had to try them all out.
“Nah, it doesn’t. It just makes it more freaky,” Warrick stretched again and gave him a slow, lazy grin. “Daddy.”
“Keep that up and I’ll have you chained up for a couple of days with bread, water and a bucket for company,” Gil replied pleasantly. Warrick chuckled, completely unbothered by the threat, as Warrick had been for every single threat that Gil had ever given him.
“No, you won’t. I’m on shift for the next few days.” the man drawled. “You and I both know you ain’t doing anything that’ll increase the files on your desk if you don’t have to.”
Gil shrugged slightly. “Point taken. What about difficulty sitting down for a period of time?”
That earned a little amused grin. “Well, I guess that’ll be awkward, but I’m also guessing if you’re gonna do something like that you’ll want the others to watch too. And if you did that just for this, you’re gonna have to find a whole lot of things to top it in the future for actual bad behaviour, and that might be a bit of a pain. Right?”
“Hmmm.”
“Yeah, I know that noise. Means ‘yes’.” Warrick chuckled and stretched again lazily. “So, speaking of beatings, you wanna discuss our personal physical agreement, or are you still trying to untie your panties over Nick?”
Gil had to concede the faint point. He could stress over Nick all he wanted, but ultimately there was going to be a line where Nick had to take responsibility for himself. Stealing it away from him was not going to do the younger man any good at all, and Nick had a nasty stubborn streak to him that often meant he fought strongly for his position without actually responding to the issue in hand. Nick didn’t like admitting weakness anymore than anyone else; his emotions simply got the better of him sometimes.
He adjusted his position and studied the relaxed poise of the man opposite him; still naked but cleaned, Warrick lay on the bed as easy as a cat in front of a fireplace. The filtered sunlight shone from his smooth, strong muscles, casting a flattering line to the darker skin to the extent that it almost glowed. Yes, this wasn’t a man who was going to take submission lightly, and Grissom was slightly humbled to think that he had been given the opportunity. Warrick would never be forced to his knees for anyone. He gave it, like a prize to be won, a dark untamed stallion who would only let one rider possess him.
“What are you looking for in this relationship?” Gil decided to keep to the simple route.
“We talking deep and meaningful here, or are you after the whole sex discussion?” Warrick drawled lazily, then chuckled roughly and shrugged. “I want it all.”
Gil’s eyebrow moved upwards. “Excuse me?”
“Not literally, man.” Warrick’s mouth twitched upwards in amusement. “I like variety, y’know? On the top, on the bottom, to the side, inside, outside.. it’s just, when you do stuff like that, you gotta be careful on who knows about it. So, yeah, I’m up for you being the boss, ordering me about.. but I want the opportunity to come in here and you give up possession to me once in a while, even if it’s just half an hour. Keeps it sane. Keeps everyone on their toes. And reminds you what it’s like when you’re on the bottom… not that I think you’ll be needing it, what with all your Daddy needs-,”
The cough was low and menacing. Warrick waved it off.
“- yeah, yeah, I know, whatever.” He shook his head, presumably against the futility of talking to ‘masters’. Gil licked his lips and focused on him a little more. ‘Reminding’ could have another context, one that was closer to a form of revenge than for concern. Warrick’s facial reading ability didn’t fail to impress as the man shot him one casual look, then smiled ruefully at him.
“You know I ain’t gonna touch you if I’m angry. Same with the others. Other emotions, sure. Concern. Need. Friendship. Sometimes people just need a thump to get ‘em to cope with life, and I ain’t against that, no way. But I’m not gonna strap anyone down and beat the crap out of them because I’m angry with them,” Warrick held up a hand as Gil immediately opened his mouth to comment. “And yeah, I know you’re gonna say you never thought I would, but it’s best to be clear about these things, right? With privilege comes the responsibility, and all that crap. No point in trying to get a relationship if you’re not all walking at the end of it.”
He raised his jaw and looked at him steadily. “Speaking of being able to walk afterwards, I’m assuming you don’t want the other two to know about our arrangement? So anything that happens has to be nice and non-bruise worthy, so neither Nick or Greg suddenly starts asking questions.”
Gil sighed. “I think it might confuse them if they can’t see instantly who’s in command.”
“Confuse them even more, y’mean.” Warrick chuckled, and then shrugged. “Sure, no problem. Your ass, man.”
“And you want access to either of the other two as well?” Gil tested, as casually as he could. Warrick gave him a long, lazy grin that was a great example of why the word ‘smirk’ had been created.
“In due course, yeah, I do. Greg.. well, he’s kinda mine anyway, on loan to you shall we say. As for Nick..,” Warrick trailed off, and then laughed in relaxed amusement at Gil’s face. “Oh, man, just look at you! Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna take Nick’s virginity away from you. He’s yours.. at least for that. I just wanna be there to watch,” There was a little pause, and then Warrick’s grin grew wider. “Whoa, I never knew you could blush.”
Gil bristled. “I’m not blushing, I’m merely overheated,”
“Yeah. And I’m merely sitting in a horizontal position,” Warrick chuckled, then laughed a little louder as Gil’s hand slapped his thigh. “Sorry, sir.”
He took hold of Gil’s hand and pulled it towards his mouth, pressing a little kiss to the back of it while holding Gil’s gaze steadily. It was a strangely gallant gesture, one that wasn’t just a casual so-so response to every day life, and one that managed to send a little thud of what Gil assumed to be arousal deep within him. He pursed his lips and watched as Warrick released him and crawled a little closer, dark fingertips playing over Gil’s chest gently as Gil allowed himself the opportunity to run his gaze along Warrick’s back and over the smooth, proud backside that was so temptingly raised.
Their gaze met again thoughtfully. Warrick dipped his head and suckled on Gil’s nipple for a moment, before raising it once more.
“When you take me, I want it to be in front of the other two. No interruptions. Gag Greg if you have to, he’ll enjoy it anyway.” Warrick’s voice was low, deep and utterly sincere. “Hard. Confident. Almost aggressive, I wanna feel you asserting yourself in as many ways possible if y’know what I mean. Props, toys, no worries. I don’t want there to be any doubt on who’s in charge,”
Oh yes, he could hazard a good guess on how he could achieve that. Gil fought down the need to shift positions and tried to keep a casual look on his face, but god, it was hard when the heat was slowly rising in the very core of him. Sure, he could argue against Warrick’s choice, but ultimately it would be merely words without conviction. He wanted it, wanted this particular man to submit to him, feel Warrick scream out his name as he was taken, and hell, he wanted to see the look on both Nick and Greg’s faces as he did so.
Gil looked up steadily, not wanting to joke about such a subject.
“And when did you want this?”
Warrick snorted softly, which apparently was his form of shrug. His head dipped to Gil’s nipple again, his tongue circling the nub before Warrick raised his head once more.
“After shift. Give Nick something to focus on other than what’s buried in his head,” Warrick’s voice was low and sober, the other man pausing as he mulled something over in his head. “I can give you something to get parental over during work time if you need me to, and don’t give me that look, man, ain’t gonna be anything that’s either important or actually impacts our work or our environment at all, ‘kay? I ain’t that stupid,”
Gil gave a little nod of understanding. “So you’ll do what, exactly..?”
“I dunno, something pointless but meaningful. Walking out after you haven’t quite finished speaking. Not holding open a door for you. Not paying attention for a second. Turning up a minute late. That sort of thing. And no, not all of them, just the ones you want to throw a hissy fit about,” Warrick replied patiently. “You in?”
He found his mouth twitching upwards. “You want to be genuinely disciplined?”
“Hell, yeah.” Warrick grinned lazily. “I like it on occasion, as long as it’s under my terms. So… you in?”
Gil felt his eyes sparkle. Oh yes, he was in. And neither of them needed to hear that vocalised. It was all in his kiss.
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“Bedroom. Now.”
There were many elements to being a good leader, Gil mused, and one of the most important was the ability to judge when it was beneficial to fight and when it was beneficial just to accept things as they were thrust upon you. Warrick’s order had been brisk, rough and determined, and if that wasn’t hard enough to resist then it was almost impossible to avoid the way that Warrick managed to scoop his arm in his hand and propel him towards their shared bedroom in a strange manner that was both determined but not quite disrespectful. But then Warrick always had been a master of the fine line between disobedient and merely wilful.
Not that either Greg or Nick had noticed, of course; curled up together in a little ball of sleepy comfort, they were both glued to a programme that involved a large number of medical students and too much fake blood. Gil had been damned happy to see that, too, the way that relaxation and softness had returned to each of them as they settled down to watch. Whatever tension had fueled Nick’s vulnerability had been eased, the once tense dark eyes now sated and satisfied, pliant as a loose-limbed puppy as he allowed Greg to use his still bare chest as a pillow, and the rest of their group seemed to ease along with him.
Having been manhandled into the bedroom, he waited until Warrick shut the door behind them before raising an eyebrow in question.
“You had something you wanted to discuss?” he asked idly, then looked in interest at Warrick’s finger that was pointing determinedly at the bed. It seemed Warrick was intending to push the line as hard as he could go, although Gil was already intrigued by what the man had to say. He shrugged, and then sat down on the edge of the bed as requested.
“And there was me thinking I was in control,” Grissom commented idly. Warrick grunted before sliding to his knees in a no-nonsense manner. Dark hands spread Gil’s thighs gently but firmly, allowing Warrick to settle between them and his hands moving from thigh to Gil’s groin. His pants had been all but forgotten in the excitement surrounding Nick, but no longer; Warrick’s fingers deftly began to unfasten Grissom’s trousers with the impatient movements of one who was in half a mind just to rip them off, beginning to ease the fabric away from his straining erection.
Gil’s hand landed firmly on Warrick’s hand, stopping him, and earned himself a dark look as a result. However, there were some areas he enjoyed seeing initiative on, and some that he definitely preferred adding some personal input.
“Warrick-,”
“We all got our pay. All except you.” Warrick seemed irritated that he had to offer explanations, his luminous eyes looking back at him unflinchingly. “And yeah, we’ll be talking on what happened afterward. So shut up and let me work, ‘kay?”
“And they say the age of the romantic is dead,”
“Yeah, yeah, you know what I think about ‘They’. Y’know I’m right. Stop making a fuss and let me work, man, before I strap you down and do it that way.”
Their gazes met steadily, each man refusing to budge. Finally Gil raised his hands - mea culpa - and allowed himself to relax as Warrick gave him a smug smile and continued his business. There was no teasing in Warrick’s actions, nor any haste caused by overexcitement; Gil was released from the restrictive, uncomfortable pants that had fought against him and immediately found a perfectly talented tongue sliding over his stiff length as though testing where to strike. At the exact point when the tickling sensation worked it way up his spine to the hairs on his neck, Warrick chose to take him deep in his mouth. It took every ounce of willpower Gil possessed not to scream aloud.
Needless to say, it took barely a minute before Warrick got the result he wanted. Teased and tormented, Gil had watched every moment of the cosy threesome on the rug in both agony and pleasure; he had been delighted to see the ease that each man brought to the little group, the simple way that they both welcomed and adapted to each other in the same way they worked together in the field, but being witness to such a scene hadn’t done anything for his self control. The fact that this scene had followed stimulation from both the over eager Greg and the cool Warrick, not to mention being pressed over the naked and trembling back of Nick, meant that he was lucky that he hadn’t climaxed immediately as it was.
Gil groaned softly in the back of his throat as he allowed Warrick his space, enjoying every flicker of attention that Warrick gave him. His mind cast back to the images that had been impossible to look away from, adding to the building tension that throbbed and tickled deep within him; he had been given a perfect view of the expressions crossing both Warrick’s and Greg’s faces as they fucked, and the sweaty, eager expressions combined with the soft sounds of coupling that they made had throbbed straight to the core of him. And then of course there was the cautious body of Nick, careful, willing but clearly inexperienced, who had chosen the perfect position to allow him to touch Greg whilst unintentionally offering Gil a perfect view of the smooth line of his muscular back and ass. Each time Nick leaned forward, Gil was greeted by the sight of his balls and the darkness between his legs, and that was difficult to ignore under any circumstances.
Yes, Gil was hot enough that only a quick swirl of the tongue and several hard, deep swallows gave him the violent release that had been building for several hours. There wasn’t enough willpower in the world to resist. His breath caught in his throat, muscles freezing for a second before shuddering through his release, feeling Warrick swallow him down greedily despite the fact that Gil hadn’t asked him to. He allowed his eyes to crack open slightly, looking down at the still mussed face and met the sly cat’s eyes looking back at him. Warrick lazily swirled around Gil’s cock, gently suckling him clean, before leaning back and giving him a somewhat smug look.
“Thank you,” Gil breathed, which was the only thing to say under such circumstances. There was a rough chuckle and a patient look that clearly stated that Warrick wasn’t expecting thanks, the man moving back and gently pushing Gil’s thighs together neatly.
“So,” Warrick drawled after Gil had finally recovered his breath, crawling onto the bed and propping himself up on his side to watch him. “What happened with Nicky? What y’do?”
“According to him, I didn’t do anything,”
“So what, he’s saying he just randomly got freaked out?” Warrick’s tone was dry and dubious. “Yeah, right.”
“That’s essentially what I said, except with slightly more vocabulary,” Gil eased himself up on the bed, and allowed his muscles to accept the exhaustion they had been inflicted with. “He was fine until I was touching him regularly, and then he started to become .. conflicted,”
Warrick squinted critically. “Touching ain’t bothered him before. You came from the rear, yeah? Perhaps he gets funny about not seeing people.”
“And yet he seemed happy enough when we were at the Event,” Gil mused. “Nervous, yes, but happy to trust me regardless where I was, and he seemed clear that he remembered who was behind him. And he seemed to be enjoying the attention earlier, too. He just suddenly began to freeze.”
The critical look increased slightly, which was a typical Warrick reaction to something both confusing and slightly frustrating. The man’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes reflected the deep thought that was whirring in his head, and Gil knew already what would be forming those concerns. Warrick was keen for their group to be successful, that much was certain, and any setback was a significant problem. On the other hand, Warrick protected Nick whenever and wherever he could - “saving his ass”, as he put it. There was absolutely no choice if it came to a decision between Warrick’s pleasure and Nick’s comfort, although he could also see the conflict in Warrick over whether Nick was genuinely upset or not. Everyone coped in different ways, and where Gil preferred solitude, Nick often preferred a once off burst of emotion to get it out of his system. That didn’t necessarily mean he was permanently damaged, simply upset at that point. It was sometimes hard to tell the difference.
Gil adjusted his position and waited for Warrick to speak. Finally there was the smallest of shrugs, and then the other man flicked his gaze at Gil again thoughtfully, a lazy arrogance normally found on well fed lions.
“So what happens if he doesn’t tell us what’s up? Hell, what happens if he doesn’t know himself? Everyone’s got skeletons in the closet, man,”
“True. Not every skeleton turns up in the middle of an intensive sexual scene, though,” Gil’s fingers drummed on the bed sheet idly. “If it occurred again when he’s in the middle of a deeper scene, he could easily hurt himself or others, physically or mentally.”
“It’s Nick,” Warrick snorted softly. “Nick doesn’t hurt people. People hurt him. S’like he’s a magnet for it. And you’ve just got that look in your eyes that normally says you’re up to something. What did I say?”
Gil hadn’t been aware that he had any particular look in his eye, but Warrick had hit the nail on the head. One finger waggled at Warrick as Gil’s mind whirred, the other man watching it in bemusement like a cat faced with an unexpected piece of string in its face.
“Nick did say that he had been touched inappropriately without his consent before, and that he just ‘coped with it’.” he said softly, different possibilities being picked up and then dismissed. How much violence was involved, or was it simply something that went past Nick’s comfort level? “Perhaps that might have something to do with it.”
There was a little huff.
“Yeah, but he knows you and he gave you consent. Hell, he wasn’t exactly tied up at the time,” Warrick said in exasperation. “And he was happy enough when he came back to play. All eager and raring to go, and trust me, man, he’d have been happy to have you there too. I reckon it’ll just be some ‘thing’ he’s got.”
“A thing?” Gil’s fingers drummed even faster as his eyes grew distant. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with ‘things’.”
Warrick’s eyes narrowed. “So, what you planning to do? You’re going to stop him playing until he works out what’s going on? You know he’s gonna break every bone in his body trying to please you, or what he thinks you want.”
“He wasn’t being quite so cooperative in the kitchen,” Gil raised an eyebrow. “Decidedly sulky, in fact.”
That resulted in an eye roll and another huff.
“Yeah, well, I’d have killed you if you’d dragged me out of a sex scene in order to talk about my feelings. Can’t really blame the man for that,” Warrick pointed out, rolling onto his back and stretching lazily. “Give him another go. He’ll be focused on it this time, it won’t take him by surprise. If it happens again, yeah.. well.. got an issue. If he can sort it out, then good for him.”
“And if he doesn’t ‘sort it’ and hides it away instead?” Gil said softly. Sharper green eyes turned to him, Warrick’s natural protectiveness coming to the front again. Any criticism of Nick - of any of them - was taken personally, even if Warrick bawled out the person for the same thing in private.
“He doesn’t need his hand held every step of the way.” Warrick pointed out, his tone a little sharper. “And you know that, when you’re not busy trying to be all fatherly.”
That caused a slight splutter. “Fatherly?!”
“Yeah. Parental. You’ve got that glint in your eye that says you’re half way there to banning television and sending people to bed without supper.” Warrick replied steadily. “My grandmother was good at parental.”
“I’m involved in this sexually. I believe that bypasses any threats of ‘parental’.” Gil replied, knowing his voice was growing stiffer with each syllable. But still. Fatherly. Just because he was interested in other people’s sexual kinks did not mean he had to try them all out.
“Nah, it doesn’t. It just makes it more freaky,” Warrick stretched again and gave him a slow, lazy grin. “Daddy.”
“Keep that up and I’ll have you chained up for a couple of days with bread, water and a bucket for company,” Gil replied pleasantly. Warrick chuckled, completely unbothered by the threat, as Warrick had been for every single threat that Gil had ever given him.
“No, you won’t. I’m on shift for the next few days.” the man drawled. “You and I both know you ain’t doing anything that’ll increase the files on your desk if you don’t have to.”
Gil shrugged slightly. “Point taken. What about difficulty sitting down for a period of time?”
That earned a little amused grin. “Well, I guess that’ll be awkward, but I’m also guessing if you’re gonna do something like that you’ll want the others to watch too. And if you did that just for this, you’re gonna have to find a whole lot of things to top it in the future for actual bad behaviour, and that might be a bit of a pain. Right?”
“Hmmm.”
“Yeah, I know that noise. Means ‘yes’.” Warrick chuckled and stretched again lazily. “So, speaking of beatings, you wanna discuss our personal physical agreement, or are you still trying to untie your panties over Nick?”
Gil had to concede the faint point. He could stress over Nick all he wanted, but ultimately there was going to be a line where Nick had to take responsibility for himself. Stealing it away from him was not going to do the younger man any good at all, and Nick had a nasty stubborn streak to him that often meant he fought strongly for his position without actually responding to the issue in hand. Nick didn’t like admitting weakness anymore than anyone else; his emotions simply got the better of him sometimes.
He adjusted his position and studied the relaxed poise of the man opposite him; still naked but cleaned, Warrick lay on the bed as easy as a cat in front of a fireplace. The filtered sunlight shone from his smooth, strong muscles, casting a flattering line to the darker skin to the extent that it almost glowed. Yes, this wasn’t a man who was going to take submission lightly, and Grissom was slightly humbled to think that he had been given the opportunity. Warrick would never be forced to his knees for anyone. He gave it, like a prize to be won, a dark untamed stallion who would only let one rider possess him.
“What are you looking for in this relationship?” Gil decided to keep to the simple route.
“We talking deep and meaningful here, or are you after the whole sex discussion?” Warrick drawled lazily, then chuckled roughly and shrugged. “I want it all.”
Gil’s eyebrow moved upwards. “Excuse me?”
“Not literally, man.” Warrick’s mouth twitched upwards in amusement. “I like variety, y’know? On the top, on the bottom, to the side, inside, outside.. it’s just, when you do stuff like that, you gotta be careful on who knows about it. So, yeah, I’m up for you being the boss, ordering me about.. but I want the opportunity to come in here and you give up possession to me once in a while, even if it’s just half an hour. Keeps it sane. Keeps everyone on their toes. And reminds you what it’s like when you’re on the bottom… not that I think you’ll be needing it, what with all your Daddy needs-,”
The cough was low and menacing. Warrick waved it off.
“- yeah, yeah, I know, whatever.” He shook his head, presumably against the futility of talking to ‘masters’. Gil licked his lips and focused on him a little more. ‘Reminding’ could have another context, one that was closer to a form of revenge than for concern. Warrick’s facial reading ability didn’t fail to impress as the man shot him one casual look, then smiled ruefully at him.
“You know I ain’t gonna touch you if I’m angry. Same with the others. Other emotions, sure. Concern. Need. Friendship. Sometimes people just need a thump to get ‘em to cope with life, and I ain’t against that, no way. But I’m not gonna strap anyone down and beat the crap out of them because I’m angry with them,” Warrick held up a hand as Gil immediately opened his mouth to comment. “And yeah, I know you’re gonna say you never thought I would, but it’s best to be clear about these things, right? With privilege comes the responsibility, and all that crap. No point in trying to get a relationship if you’re not all walking at the end of it.”
He raised his jaw and looked at him steadily. “Speaking of being able to walk afterwards, I’m assuming you don’t want the other two to know about our arrangement? So anything that happens has to be nice and non-bruise worthy, so neither Nick or Greg suddenly starts asking questions.”
Gil sighed. “I think it might confuse them if they can’t see instantly who’s in command.”
“Confuse them even more, y’mean.” Warrick chuckled, and then shrugged. “Sure, no problem. Your ass, man.”
“And you want access to either of the other two as well?” Gil tested, as casually as he could. Warrick gave him a long, lazy grin that was a great example of why the word ‘smirk’ had been created.
“In due course, yeah, I do. Greg.. well, he’s kinda mine anyway, on loan to you shall we say. As for Nick..,” Warrick trailed off, and then laughed in relaxed amusement at Gil’s face. “Oh, man, just look at you! Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna take Nick’s virginity away from you. He’s yours.. at least for that. I just wanna be there to watch,” There was a little pause, and then Warrick’s grin grew wider. “Whoa, I never knew you could blush.”
Gil bristled. “I’m not blushing, I’m merely overheated,”
“Yeah. And I’m merely sitting in a horizontal position,” Warrick chuckled, then laughed a little louder as Gil’s hand slapped his thigh. “Sorry, sir.”
He took hold of Gil’s hand and pulled it towards his mouth, pressing a little kiss to the back of it while holding Gil’s gaze steadily. It was a strangely gallant gesture, one that wasn’t just a casual so-so response to every day life, and one that managed to send a little thud of what Gil assumed to be arousal deep within him. He pursed his lips and watched as Warrick released him and crawled a little closer, dark fingertips playing over Gil’s chest gently as Gil allowed himself the opportunity to run his gaze along Warrick’s back and over the smooth, proud backside that was so temptingly raised.
Their gaze met again thoughtfully. Warrick dipped his head and suckled on Gil’s nipple for a moment, before raising it once more.
“When you take me, I want it to be in front of the other two. No interruptions. Gag Greg if you have to, he’ll enjoy it anyway.” Warrick’s voice was low, deep and utterly sincere. “Hard. Confident. Almost aggressive, I wanna feel you asserting yourself in as many ways possible if y’know what I mean. Props, toys, no worries. I don’t want there to be any doubt on who’s in charge,”
Oh yes, he could hazard a good guess on how he could achieve that. Gil fought down the need to shift positions and tried to keep a casual look on his face, but god, it was hard when the heat was slowly rising in the very core of him. Sure, he could argue against Warrick’s choice, but ultimately it would be merely words without conviction. He wanted it, wanted this particular man to submit to him, feel Warrick scream out his name as he was taken, and hell, he wanted to see the look on both Nick and Greg’s faces as he did so.
Gil looked up steadily, not wanting to joke about such a subject.
“And when did you want this?”
Warrick snorted softly, which apparently was his form of shrug. His head dipped to Gil’s nipple again, his tongue circling the nub before Warrick raised his head once more.
“After shift. Give Nick something to focus on other than what’s buried in his head,” Warrick’s voice was low and sober, the other man pausing as he mulled something over in his head. “I can give you something to get parental over during work time if you need me to, and don’t give me that look, man, ain’t gonna be anything that’s either important or actually impacts our work or our environment at all, ‘kay? I ain’t that stupid,”
Gil gave a little nod of understanding. “So you’ll do what, exactly..?”
“I dunno, something pointless but meaningful. Walking out after you haven’t quite finished speaking. Not holding open a door for you. Not paying attention for a second. Turning up a minute late. That sort of thing. And no, not all of them, just the ones you want to throw a hissy fit about,” Warrick replied patiently. “You in?”
He found his mouth twitching upwards. “You want to be genuinely disciplined?”
“Hell, yeah.” Warrick grinned lazily. “I like it on occasion, as long as it’s under my terms. So… you in?”
Gil felt his eyes sparkle. Oh yes, he was in. And neither of them needed to hear that vocalised. It was all in his kiss.
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