Title: Flirting

Author: kyrdwyn

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Gil/Nick (M/M sex)

Spoilers: None

Summary: PWP at the lab.

Archive: Yes to WWOMB, other's please ask.

Author's notes: I hate plot bunnies. Not only do they breed like, well, rabbits, but they also wake you
up in the middle of the night to play and refuse to let you go back to sleep until they're done! So, this
is totally unbeta'd. It's 3am and I want some sleep now that the bunny is gone.

Two bodies slamming into the wall caused jars on the shelves to rattle warningly. The two men ignored the sound, more focused on the tongues that were invading each other's mouths. The older man braced his
forearms on the wall on either side of his lover's head, putting his weight onto the slighter, but no less muscular, body. The younger man didn't seem to mind, loss in the kiss as his hands slid down the front of his lover's pants.

Gil hissed as Nick's fingers teased his cock. "Quit that," he growled, moving to suck on the fluttering
pulse below Nick's jaw line.

"Make me," Nick replied, stroking his hand's along Gil's hard length. "After all," he gasped, "you
started this."

"No, you did." Gil stepped closer to Nick, removing any semblance of personal space between them. His own hands slid down to unfasten Nick's jeans.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Nick whispered as Gil's fingers ghosted over Nick's stomach. "But you were the one who grabbed me as soon as we entered the room."

"You were flirting," Gil murmured against Nick's collarbone. He traced a path down Nick's chest to his
stomach, tongue darting out to lick and teeth pausing to nibble. Gil eased himself onto his knees and
pushed Nick's jeans and boxers down to the floor.

"What?"

Gil smiled. Nick was so cute when he was lost like this. Higher brain functions did tend to shut down
when your boss was tonguing your balls during the middle of a shift in his office. "You were flirting,"
he repeated before drawing his tongue up the throbbing vein on the back of Nick's penis.

"You weren't.even.in the room." Nick was finding it harder to speak, now that Gil's lips had reached the
liquid seeping from the head of his cock. He'd gotten hard when Gil had entered the lab, asking to speak
with Nick in his office. There was something about that low tone of Gil's voice that had always turned him on.

"I didn't say you were flirting with me."

Gil deep throated Nick, the fingers of his right hand gripping the younger man's hips as the left ones played with his balls.

"God, Gil," Nick moaned, pushing his fingers into the graying hair.

Gil pulled back to push his tongue into the wet slit. "Shh," he whispered. "Someone might hear."

Nick bit down on his lower lip, wanting to shout or scream or even moan. It took too much effort to stay silent when Gil's mouth and throat were doing things that Nick had never even dreamed were possible.

Time sped up and slowed down all at once. It was too soon and not soon enough when he felt his lower body tighten and he came, fucking Gil's mouth hard. Gil was.oh god Gil was purring along Nick's cock, drawing out the orgasm.

Nick finally collapsed back against the wall, knees threatening to give out. Gil gently sucked Nick clean
before pulling boxers and jeans back up to fasten them. He looked up and smiled softly at the dazed
expression in Nick's brown eyes.

"You were flirting with Sanders," he chided his lover gently. Gil eased himself up to kiss Nick deeply,
letting Nick's tongue find the traces of his own passion.

"Remind me to flirt more often if you react like that," Nick murmured, then winced as Gil bit Nick's
already torn lower lip. "You know, I saw you flirting with Sara the other day."

Gil drew back and frowned at Nick. "I was not flirting with Sara."

Nick smiled and dropped to his knees, teeth pulling down Gil's zipper. "Yes, you were," he reiterated
before tonguing his way down to the base of Gil's penis.

Gil gave a two-part gasp as Nick sucked him in. "Okay, I was flirting." Then he couldn't speak anymore, his brain somewhere in the recesses of Nick's warm, wet mouth. The younger man was just as ruthless as Gil had been, humming in his throat when Gil came.

Nick had Gil cleaned off and tidied up before Gil had recovered. He stood up and pulled Gil to him in a
tight embrace. "I hate seeing you flirt with Sara."

"I hate seeing you flirt with Sanders."

Nick gave a half grin. "On the other hand, I do like when you get jealous."

Gil chuckled. "So you're saying I shouldn't fire Greg for flirting with you?"

Nick nuzzled Gil's neck. "Not if you want this to happen again."

"Hmm," replied Gil. "Sanders can stay."


END