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Rain.
Wet, cold, longlasting, nerve-wracking rain.
Was there anything worse than rain during a holiday? Gil Grissom sighed deeply while he gazed out of the window. usually, Italy was a beautiful country but when it rained it
was simply dark, sad and desolate.
Great. Just great.
Gil pressed his face against the cool glass of the
window. The tall cypresses were impressive in sunlight. But under
this dark and dreary sky they almost seemed threatening.
So, this was the travel agency's highly praised 'Holiday
in the South'? For weather like this they shouldn't have
needed to fly to Italy. They could have seen rain like this
in Nevada, too. The South hadn't shown its sunny side to him
and his lover Nick Stokes. And they had expected so much
from this trip.
Siena, Florence, Venice, Lucca, and finally, as the
crowning top, Rome. How he would have loved to show the young
man the Fontana di Trevi. But in sunlight and under a blue
sky. But all they had seen from Italy up until now was rain,
dark clouds, sullen cab-drivers and hotel rooms. Now he was
sitting here, in a holiday bungalow with a seaview and
staring into the rain.
A noise coming from the bed made him smile. He didn't
turn around and a few moments later two strong arms closed
around him from behind. A stubbly chin rested on his naked
shoulder and warm lips breathed a gentle kiss on his neck.
"Hey, early bird."
Gil put his hands above Nick's und moved back to rest
agaisnt his lover. "Hey, sleepyhead."
Nick looked over Gil's shoulder at the rain outside and
sighed softly, "So this is your great vacation in the
South?"
Gil laughed lightly and a little excusingly before he
turned around to kiss Nick gently. "I'm sorry. I wanted to
show you Italy and all you got to see is rain."
Nick moved closer to Gil and kissed him again, a little
more passionately this time. "Well...I don't think so...I guess
the South has a lot to offer." Another kiss and a hand
slowly moving down Gil's body in a southerly direction. "For
example...nice museums *kiss*, good room service *kiss*, and
wonderful, big beds."
Gil moaned loudly as his younger lover searched for his
cock and found it. Enjoying the sensation, he closed his
eyes and gave himself over to the pleasure the other man
created in him. A little sigh caused him to open his eyes again.
Questioningly, he cocked his head slightly. Nick moved his
mouth close to Gil's ear and whispered, "You're beautiful
like this, Gil."
A little embarrassed, Gil tried to turn his head to the
side, but his lover's gentle hand stopped him. "Yes, you
are. Come on. Let's go to bed and I'll show my beautiful man
the south."
Gil wasn't used to such compliments and attention.
Especially not from a man like Nick Stokes.
Nick.
A man who could have anything and anyone and who had
decided that he wanted him, Gil. And that now for more than two
years. The trip to Italy had been Gil's gift for their
anniversary. And now the rain threatened to destroy everything.
Or did it?
Well, to be honest, not really he thought now as Nick
pushed him gently backwards to the bed. The dark brown eyes of
the younger man turned even darker as he moved over him and
gazed down at his lover.
"I love you, Gil. You don't know how much."
And before Gil could reply, Nick gave the words 'going
south' a whole new meaning. The warm, wet tongue which was
now softly sliding up and down his hard cock made it
difficult for him to think clearly. Almost helpless, he moved his
hips up, closer to Nick, closer into the incredible heat of
Nick's mouth. And heard the gentle laughter of his lover as
he moved back a bit. "Not so fast, love, not so fast."
Gil laughed breathlessly, and wanted to apologize when
Nick suddenly deepthroated him in one fluid motion. Gil's
blood turned to lava and without further thought, he took
Nick's head in his hands and began to thrust. Again and again.
Nick accomodated him easily. He followed his movements and
adjusted. Slowly, he moved his hands up the strong body of
his lover and grazed gently over his nipples.
Gil could feel his orgasm come closer. His breathing grew
heavier, his heart seemed to jump out of his body and his
hands moved from Nick's head and crumpled the sheets. With a
hoarse shout he thrust one more time and came.
Nick could feel Gil's orgasm, felt the fast beating of
the other man's heart, and heard his scream of release. Nick
swallowed, quickly, so nothing could escape him.
Warm, a little salty, unique.
Slowly he kissed his way upwards, circled the nipples
with the tip of his tongue und finally reached the waiting
mouth of his lover.
They kissed long, soft and tenderly. After a few minutes
Nick felt the strong hand of his lover gently stroking over
his flanks, soft enough so as not to hurt him, strong
enough as not to tickle him. And finally the fingers closed
around his hard penis. It only took a few seconds for Nick to
come hard and with tears in his eyes.
Panting, Nick cuddled close to the other man and closed
his eyes with a very contented sigh. When he felt Gil's hand
in his hair, he pushed against it with an almost purring
sound.
They lay like that for a long time together on the bed,
lazily stroking each other, listening to the soud of the
rain which fell on the roof of the bungalow.
"You know...somehow vacationing in the South is a great
thing, huh?" Nick murmured sleepily and Gil had to laugh. He
pulled the young man even closer, pressed a kiss to his dark
hair and closed his eyes. Nick was right...vacationing in the
South was great.
The end