Seductions Sweet Reveng: Part One
Wiping ineffectually at the sweat beading his forehead with one dirty, latex covered hand, Gil Grissom uses the other to support his back as he struggles to stand. Taking a moment to stretch muscles pushed beyond their normal endurance, he curses inwardly at his own advancing years and the indignities of aging.
There had been a time when spending hours bent over; examining evidence of insect activity at a murder scene would have caused him to feel nothing but excitement and curiosity.
Not today.
Today, all he could feel was exhaustion and despondency, as the overwhelming summer heat drained both his strength and enthusiasm. Oh, how he wished for a nice little scene in one of the hotels in Vegas. Hotels that are equipped with the very latest in AC technology. He swears he will never take that for granted again.
Still, at least he is finished for today. As he gathers the last of the evidence that he has collected and trudges back to his vehicle, all he can think of is getting home. Home to his air-conditioned house and a cool shower; home, to wash away the desert grime, sweat and the lingering taste of his own mortality. He can't deny, even to himself, that he smells more than a little ripe.
After he deposits the evidence in the trunk of his car, he moves to the driver's side and opens the door with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. The air inside is oven hot and it is with some reluctance that he enters and takes his seat. The fabric of the seat is hot to the touch; he has to jerk his hand away when he can't resist the perverse desire to check what he already knows.
Yes, Gil, the steering wheel is blistering hot too.
Slipping the key into the ignition, he welcomes the roar of the engine coming to life and after allowing the engine to run for a few minutes, he activates the car's AC, relishing the cool air that bathes his exposed skin. Then, with a contented sigh, he turns the car towards the lab.
After dropping off all of his precious evidence at trace, Gil turns his weary bones towards home and his significant other. God, a cool shower has never looked so inviting. He can't help but utter a little chuckle as he pictures Nick's indignant face upon finding out that he has been overtaken on the list of Gil's desires by, of all things, a shower.
With that image in mind he drives, homeward bound.
The sound of the front door closing draws Nick from the kitchen, where he has been preparing breakfast for his lover, and into the hallway, and Gil's welcoming embrace.
"Hey, peanut. Finally make it home? I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me," but his warm grin and more importantly, warm hand on Gil's ass, belies any harshness that the words imply. He knows how easily a single shift, drifts into a double, and that overtime is sometimes unavoidable. His own shift had run over too, but at least he had managed to duck out a few hours earlier than Gil, his own case put safely to bed.
"You hungry, babe? I made breakfast, your favourite, mushroom omelette and wheat toast with a fruit cup to follow.
"Sure, just let me jump in the shower first. I kind of smell. I'll be out in ten, OK?" And with a quick grope of Nick's ass as he passes, he is gone. Grinning, Nick plans his revenge as he moves to the kitchen to place their food in the oven to keep it warm.
Ten minutes later, true to his word, Gil is back, refreshed and smelling a whole lot better. Nick has set up their breakfast on the deck out back of their home. Because they have chosen to live on the outskirts of Vegas, with their resources pooled, they have been able to afford a relatively large house, with a pool and a garden. It isn't brand new, but hey, they have a sundeck and a nice tall fence, which provides a whole lot of privacy and that makes up for any minor repairs that need doing
Neatly laid out on the wooden table of their patio set are place settings for two and a pitcher of iced water. As he sees his lover approach, Nick pours two glasses and sets them down to sit sweating in the morning heat. Once Gil has taken a seat, Nick leans into him, his tanned, strong hand slipping around Gil's neck, drawing his mouth closer; all the better for kissing him. At the first touch of soft lips, Gil can feel his heart skip a few beats, his body responding to his lover's touch.
Nick's kisses steal the breath from his body and heavy sighs and groans of need are all that he can articulate, as passion mounts and the temperature rises.
When the kiss ends, Nick pulls back reluctantly, brown eyes seeking blue, and with a wry grin, he says, "I thought you were hungry?"
"I am." The heat behind the softly spoken words and in those same blue eyes is unmistakable.
"Me too," and in one swift, smooth motion Nick is straddling Gil's lap, lips once more tasting Gil's, before moving outwards to explore his neck and throat. Nick's eager hands slide under the robe that Gil has slipped into after his shower, and now find their way to the sensitive skin of his nipples, pinching them gently before dropping his mouth down to suckle on the rosy buds.
Gil's eyes slip closed of their own volition, allowing him to concentrate on the sensations sweeping his body. He can feel the moist warmth of Nick's breath and tongue, as he works on his nipples. He can feel his own hardness, a delicious aching need lying heavy between his legs and Nick's arousal is pressed
against his own, as Nick moulds his body to Gil's.
He can feel sweat begin to trickle between his shoulder blades, can feel the heat of the morning sun as it beats down on them both, and can feel the reassuring weight of his lover in his lap. So immersed is he in these sensations that he does not hear, does not register the tinkling sound of the glass of ice water being lifted. The feeling of intense cold shocks him immensely.
His eyes snap open and it takes Gil a moment to focus his lust-addled eyes and brain and take in the sight before him. In one hand, Nick holds an ice cube and he is gently rubbing it around the inflamed skin of Gil's right nipple.
The change in temperature is astonishing, causing a shudder of excitement to ripple through his body and goose bumps to spring to life. His cock, already hard and leaking, seems to throb in time to the spikes of pleasure and pain that are emanating from his inflamed body. Slowly, Nick allows the ice to migrate from one hypersensitive nub to the other, leaving in its wake a trail of cool water. Water that seems, against all reason, to burn in the heat of his desire.
Slipping backwards, easing himself onto his knees, Nick reaches with one hand to loosen the tie of Gil's robe, exposing him to the morning air, while with the other he continues his assault by ice cube. Gradually, he allows the ice to slip lower and lower, until his hand comes to rest at the nest of salt and pepper curls that surround Gil's cock.
As all motion ceases, Gil pries open his lust laden eyelids to take in the sight of his man; his lover on his knees before him.
"Nicky," a breathless whisper, is all he can muster.
His eyes never leaving his lover's, Nick takes him into his mouth. Slowly at first, he allows his tongue to do little more than graze the swollen head. With his hand of the base of turgid organ, he lets his mouth travel its length, licking and teasing until he comes to his own hand. Dropping his head lower still, he snakes his agile tongue out to lick a swath over Gil's balls, before his other hand comes up to massage them gently. The intimate contact sends waves of pleasure through Gil's heaving body, his hips twitching in anticipation. His hands drop to weakly grasp at Nick's short, dark hair, trying to guide his lover's movements, but Nick has other ideas.
Turning his head, Nick takes the fingers of Gil's left hand into the heated cavern of his mouth, sucking and teasing the errant digits, a playful reminder and a promise of things to come. After a few moments, Nick releases Gil's fingers and brings his formidable talents to bear once more on Gil's cock. With a languid, sensual movement of his head, he licks a path from balls to crown, teasing and tracing the veins that lie close to the surface. At the weeping head, his nimble tongue darts out, lapping up the pre-cum that is flowing freely, tasting his lover, making him squirm with desire.
"God, Nicky. Need more. Christ, no more teasing, please."
And there it is the magic word; please. Nick loves to hear Gil beg, loves to know that he holds this power over Gil, because Gil sure as hell has the same affect on him. Smiling, he raises himself up on his knees a little more and sets the final part of his plan in motion.
Groans of ecstasy slip unbidden from Gil's pleasure wracked body. He hangs onto the arms of his chair, trying to ground himself, as his body is swept up in a flood of sensation and fiery need. Nick's head is moving rapidly now, taking him in deeper with every dip, throat opening to accommodate his lover, until Gil's entire length is inside him. The need to cum is almost irresistible now and Gil struggles to control himself, waiting, wanting to draw this excruciating pleasure out just a little longer.
When Nick draws back, letting his cock slip free, Gil can't help but moan in disappointment at the loss of that beautiful mouth. He wonders what Nick has in mind. He knows that his lover would never leave him unfulfilled. Then Nick is once more taking him inside, but instead of the fantastic heat that he is expecting, Gil feels icy coolness surround him and the soft pressure of ice nudging his swollen cock. The contrast between his heated flesh and the ice pushes his self-control beyond its limits and with a roar he cums in hot, salty spurts, his orgasm ripped from him by sensory overload and a wickedly talented tongue.
When he is finally able to think coherently, Gil can only stare at his lover, taking in his fiendish grin and smug appearance. Oh yes, he thinks, that boy is going to pay! Then, in a whirlwind of action, Nick is gone, only to return a few seconds later, laden down with food.
"Breakfast is served, oh great one," he says, chuckling.
As they both dig into their food, Nick places a playful hand on Gil's arm, catching his attention. With a twinkle in his eye, he nods first to their plates and then to the prominent bulge in his own pants.
"You better eat up, stud. You're gonna need all the strength you can get." Then he turns once more to his own food.
"Is that a threat, Nicky?" his own grin belies his words.
"No, peanut. It's a promise.
The second part of this will be up sometime today or tomorrow at the latest, so you won't have to wait long to see Gil get his revenge:)