Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from CSI. No money has or will be made from this ficlet.
A/N: Written for Knightmusic as part of the drabble challenge.
Gil gazed into space, paperwork forgotten as he contemplated his favourite part of his lover.
It could be the strong solid pecs. That square jaw begging to be licked. The thick corded neck that he quite happily nuzzled into and often had the urge to cover in bruises of ownership. Or that playful smile, lips quirked up at one side making him adorably lopsided. It might even be the tight fuckable ass or the contents of his package.
But, no, his favourite part of Nick was definitely his eyes, telling everything he ever needed to know with a single look.