Warmth.
Darkness.
The complete absence of thought.
Warrick laid on his bed, face down, not able to move. Not only because his body surely would have denied such request but also because the sweet, welcomed weight on top incapacitated him.
Warm breath on his neck.
A low moan in his ear, lips brushing his shoulder as Gil regained enough control to move.
The perfection of the moment was disturbed by the cruel necessities of healthcare and prevention when Gil separated their bodies while the condom was still in place and not leaking.
"Careful." Warrick flinched a little bit when Gil had moved a tad too fast.
"Sorry. You OK?" Gil's voice was apologetic and he stopped immediately.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sensitive afterwards, that's all." Warrick calmed Gil.
"OK. I'll be moving very slow." One hand of Gil's was put on Warrick's back.
The brown tried to relax although his body now tried to force out the intruder it had welcomed so much only moments before. Once the separation was complete, Warrick turned on his back with a sigh. He pulled off the one from his own shrinking penis and watched Gil tying up the used rubber. When he saw the slightly clueless face of his lover's who did not know where to put it, he reached out and took it into his hand.
"Gotta go to the bathroom anyway, clean up and stuff." Warrick stood slowly.
"I can do that. I'd like to." Gil offered, his blue eyes still dark with the afterglow.
"Yeah, well, maybe next time... I hafta get used to, you know?" Warrick slipped through the string-curtains and disappeared in the bathroom. Maybe he was acting coy, after they had made love, but still his personal hygiene was - well: very personal. He needed to get used to having an intimate relationship again. He hurried along the procedure and then returned with a warm, damp washcloth and a towel for Gil. In fact for cleaning up Gil, not letting the man do it.
Although the older man was amused, he allowed Warrick what the younger man had denied him moments before. A white hand caressed a smooth brown back during the gentle ministrations.
"I know." Warrick sat there, legs folded, "It's ridiculous. I just –" he lifted his hands in a helpless gesture.
Gil silenced him, "It's OK, Ricky. We all have moments when we want to be completely alone. I'm not hurt. I hope you will remember when there comes a time when I should need to be alone. It's not to hurt you or punish you. - " Gil was cut off by the phone that went off.
Warrick looked at the display: the lab! He made a face and then picked up the phone.
"Yeah? What now?" he sounded unnerved. Why of all days could they not leave him alone today? Only this one day...
"War? Nick here. I'm tryin' to reach Grissom but can't reach him. So I'm simply calling everybody in. We need you, man." Nick sounded exasperated, yet he seemed capable of handling whatever situation was at hand.
"What happened?" Warrick could feel his hair stand on end, he was having a bad feeling.
"Guy freaked out at a disco. Gang fight or what. Lots of DBs. Day-shift is completely booked, so we're set to deal with it. Man, I'm worried about Grissom. You remember the last time he was not to be reached?"
"No." Warrick hated to lie to his friend.
"That's what I mean. It's not like him."
"I may have an idea. I'll see if I can find him on my way in, brother."
"Hurry. Best you come to the scene right away. I'll have the equipment with me."
After the location was transferred, Warrick hung up.
"What?" Gil asked calmly.
"They need us. Nick is worried because he can't reach you." Warrick gave Gil an look that said 'what do we do now?'
"I switched my everything off. Didn't want to spoil this, hmm?"
"Damn, I hate it, but we better hurry. Sounds bad." They stood and hurriedly jumped into their clothes. In the car Warrick told Gil the few things he knew.
"Tell them you found me in the park next to my place." Gil instructed Warrick.
"That OK for you? I mean we haven't discussed how to break them the news..." Warrick did not know whether he wanted to hurry to tell the world or to wait another hundred years to make sure this worked before he'd tell it even to his best friend.
"Yes, that's OK for me. There we are."
Flipping their IDs they hurried inside the disco only to stop dead in their tracks.
"Oh my God!" Warrick whispered with wide eyes.
Darkness.
The complete absence of thought.
Warrick laid on his bed, face down, not able to move. Not only because his body surely would have denied such request but also because the sweet, welcomed weight on top incapacitated him.
Warm breath on his neck.
A low moan in his ear, lips brushing his shoulder as Gil regained enough control to move.
The perfection of the moment was disturbed by the cruel necessities of healthcare and prevention when Gil separated their bodies while the condom was still in place and not leaking.
"Careful." Warrick flinched a little bit when Gil had moved a tad too fast.
"Sorry. You OK?" Gil's voice was apologetic and he stopped immediately.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sensitive afterwards, that's all." Warrick calmed Gil.
"OK. I'll be moving very slow." One hand of Gil's was put on Warrick's back.
The brown tried to relax although his body now tried to force out the intruder it had welcomed so much only moments before. Once the separation was complete, Warrick turned on his back with a sigh. He pulled off the one from his own shrinking penis and watched Gil tying up the used rubber. When he saw the slightly clueless face of his lover's who did not know where to put it, he reached out and took it into his hand.
"Gotta go to the bathroom anyway, clean up and stuff." Warrick stood slowly.
"I can do that. I'd like to." Gil offered, his blue eyes still dark with the afterglow.
"Yeah, well, maybe next time... I hafta get used to, you know?" Warrick slipped through the string-curtains and disappeared in the bathroom. Maybe he was acting coy, after they had made love, but still his personal hygiene was - well: very personal. He needed to get used to having an intimate relationship again. He hurried along the procedure and then returned with a warm, damp washcloth and a towel for Gil. In fact for cleaning up Gil, not letting the man do it.
Although the older man was amused, he allowed Warrick what the younger man had denied him moments before. A white hand caressed a smooth brown back during the gentle ministrations.
"I know." Warrick sat there, legs folded, "It's ridiculous. I just –" he lifted his hands in a helpless gesture.
Gil silenced him, "It's OK, Ricky. We all have moments when we want to be completely alone. I'm not hurt. I hope you will remember when there comes a time when I should need to be alone. It's not to hurt you or punish you. - " Gil was cut off by the phone that went off.
Warrick looked at the display: the lab! He made a face and then picked up the phone.
"Yeah? What now?" he sounded unnerved. Why of all days could they not leave him alone today? Only this one day...
"War? Nick here. I'm tryin' to reach Grissom but can't reach him. So I'm simply calling everybody in. We need you, man." Nick sounded exasperated, yet he seemed capable of handling whatever situation was at hand.
"What happened?" Warrick could feel his hair stand on end, he was having a bad feeling.
"Guy freaked out at a disco. Gang fight or what. Lots of DBs. Day-shift is completely booked, so we're set to deal with it. Man, I'm worried about Grissom. You remember the last time he was not to be reached?"
"No." Warrick hated to lie to his friend.
"That's what I mean. It's not like him."
"I may have an idea. I'll see if I can find him on my way in, brother."
"Hurry. Best you come to the scene right away. I'll have the equipment with me."
After the location was transferred, Warrick hung up.
"What?" Gil asked calmly.
"They need us. Nick is worried because he can't reach you." Warrick gave Gil an look that said 'what do we do now?'
"I switched my everything off. Didn't want to spoil this, hmm?"
"Damn, I hate it, but we better hurry. Sounds bad." They stood and hurriedly jumped into their clothes. In the car Warrick told Gil the few things he knew.
"Tell them you found me in the park next to my place." Gil instructed Warrick.
"That OK for you? I mean we haven't discussed how to break them the news..." Warrick did not know whether he wanted to hurry to tell the world or to wait another hundred years to make sure this worked before he'd tell it even to his best friend.
"Yes, that's OK for me. There we are."
Flipping their IDs they hurried inside the disco only to stop dead in their tracks.
"Oh my God!" Warrick whispered with wide eyes.