Title: Birthday Boy

Author: Tayla

Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Greg/Jim

Rating: NC17

Category: Drama, Smut

Status: Completed December 6, 2002

Archive: Yes to WWOMB/Peja. And

GSAS/Lovely. All others please ask

Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted

Series/Sequel: Sequel to "Happy Birthday To Me"

Disclaimers: CSI and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company.
The author makes no profit and no infringement is intended.

Authors Notes: This is the second in my "Birthday Threesome" Trilogy. It's mostly a retelling of "Happy Birthday To Me" from Jim's point of view.

Summary: It's Greg's birthday, and Jim goes to work instead of staying home to celebrate. When
he changes his mind, he had to go out and find Greg.

Warnings: Graphic M/M sex, bondage, exhibitionism.

Birthday Boy
by Tayla

"Okay, listen up people, I have your assignments for the night." I said as I walked into the break
room. Grissom seemed surprised to see me.

"Catherine, there's a DB in a motel room with your name on it. A convenience store robbery for you Nick. There's another DB in the Heights, looks like a domestic, Grissom, you and Brown take that one. Okay people, get out there."

I left the room and went back to my office. I was out of sorts tonight. I usually like nights like this, busy but not too busy. I can get everyone out of the lab and on the streets but I can stay here and indulge my new favorite activity: Greg watching.

But he's not here tonight. And he's pissed at me.

"Hey, Brass." Grissom popped into my office. "I just passed by the DNA lab and the jerk, Jenkins
from day shift is there. I hate that guy. Please don't tell me that Greg switched shifts."

"Jenkins, Sanders, what difference does it make? There both qualified lab techs."

Grissom gave me one of those looks that said he felt sorry for me because I only had half a brain.
"The difference is, Eckley trained Jenkins. He's little more than a warm body. He pushes the
button and lets the machine do the work. He doesn't think about what he's doing.

"And Sanders?" On the one hand, I was really interested in what Gil thought of Greg. On the other hand, I didn't think I wanted the man to pay too much attention to him.

Gil and I worked well together. He had an understated sense of humor. I liked him. And he didn't let my gruff attitude get in the way of our working relationship. He was really good to have
as my 'second in command' so to speak.

But I suspected that we had more in common than either of us let on. I didn't want him looking to
closely at my lover.

He answered my question. "I trained Greg. He's very intelligent. He doesn't just push buttons, he
actually thinks about what he's working on, so he catches things that Jenkins misses."

Apparently it was too late to hope that Grissom hadn't noticed Greg. But maybe it was just professional.

"Besides, he's got a nice ass."

Oh hell. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

Grissom then gave me the 'do you think I'm stupid' look. "Come on, Brass. I'm a criminal investigator. I'm trained to observe how people interact with each other."

I tried one more time. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Again with the stupid look. "

"Up until about six weeks ago there was nothing unusual about your interactions. Within the last
six weeks, that changed."

"Changed how?" But I already knew the answer; I had noticed it myself.

"He's nervous. Well, he's always had a lot of nervous energy, but now he's very jumpy,
especially around you. He takes pains to not look you in the eye."

Damn the man. He is just too observant. It makes him a good criminalist, but it makes it awfully hard to keep a secret around him. "So? What do you think it all means."

"It means that either you can't stand each other or you've been hitting the sheets."

He looked at me expectantly, but I didn't answer.

"I tend to think it's the latter."

I still didn't answer. I wasn't sure where he was going with this. We were friends, I suppose. Or
friendly co-workers. But we didn't usually get to far into each other's personal lives. Hell, we didn't usually have personal lives. Up until six weeks ago, I didn't.

"What are you getting at, Grissom."

"I'm just curious. We've been working together for years, and I had no idea you were gay. Then
again, I've never given you any indication that I sometimes swing that way, too."

Surprise. Grissom is gay? Actually sounds like he said he was bi. I had no idea. Don't know what I would have done if I did. I don't think I would have made a pass at him. I don't get involved with
people at work. Well, not usually. Greg was just too good to resist.

He continued, "Don't you think you're a little old for him?"

"Oh please, don't stand there and tell me you haven't thought about it."

"Of course I have. He's absolutely adorable. Bet he's even more adorable on his knees. Or his
hands and knees. He has a staring role in quite a few of my fantasies. But I never had the guts to do anything about it."

"I found the guts somewhere. And as to me being to old for him, well I haven't had any complaints."

Except he had. Been complaining a little. Well not really complaining. He's just seemed a little
disappointed recently. Like he's getting bored.

"Let's go back to my original question. Where is Greg tonight?"

"It’s his birthday. He asked for the night off."

"So what are you doing here? You should be out celebrating."

"He wanted to go out dancing."

"So take the boy out dancing."

"I'm not talking ballroom dancing, Gil. He wants to go clubbing. I'm fifty years old. I'd look ridiculous in a dance club."

"Not if you're with a sweet young thing like Greg. Look if you don't start taking better care of him, you're liable to lose him. Somebody will snatch him right out from under your nose."

Getting angry I said, "Would that be you doing the snatching?"

"I wouldn't stab you in the back that way. I was just trying to give you a little friendly advice."

"What do you suggest I do to keep him?"

"Give him what he wants. Spoil him rotten while you've got him. Chances are you're going to lose
him anyway. You've got too much against you. The age difference and the gender issue. Being a
gay cop isn't easy under any circumstances, but when you're with a guy half your age, that just
happens to be your subordinate, also . . . the deck is just stacked against you."

He was right, damn him. I couldn't hope to hold on to a youngster like Greg for too long. He was a
new age gay man. In my day, you stayed in the closet. You got married and had kids and if you
had something on the side you kept it very very quiet.

Not today. Nowadays gay men flaunted what they were. They walked down the street in leather and chains. They made out on street corners. They had fucking parades. Greg wasn't going to be
satisfied staying in my closet. I suppose I should make the most of the time we have.

"Hey Grissom. How would you like to run shift tonight."

He grinned at me. "Tell him I said 'Hi'. And if the subject comes up, tell him I like his ass."

*****************************

I went home to change first. If I was going to go to a dance club, I certainly wasn't going to wear
the brown suit that I wore to work.

I had a really good suit, gray pants and a really nice black shirt. I left the suit jacket in the closet
and topped it off with the black leather jacket I had bought on a whim, but had never worn.

I was looking pretty good. Well, as good as I could. I still thought I was going to look like a
fool walking into a dance club with a young handsome man like Greg, but I screwed up my
courage and went to pick him up.

**********************************

His apartment was dark and his car wasn't in its usual place. I went up to knock just in case, but he wasn't home. I called his cell phone to find out where he was, but I heard it ringing inside his
apartment. Shit, He hadn't taken it with him.

Great. How am I supposed to find him now? Where would he go?

Well he had said he wanted to go dancing, he probably went without me.

So I drove around for three hours, checking out every dance club I could think of. I even called a
buddy of mine in Vice to find out where the current hot spots in town were.

I finally found him. Saw his beater parked on the street near 'Matrix' one of the trendy new clubs.
And yes, I did feel like a fool walking in there. I got plenty of strange looks from the hip, young
patrons.

I spotted him on the dance floor and my gut clenched, half in anger, half in arousal. He's
sandwiched in between a big ox of a guy, who's practically fucking him right there on the dance
floor and a tiny little woman, who's getting off by grinding against his leg. And he's enjoying the hell out of it, feeling up the girl's tits and squeezing the guy's ass.

He told me once how much he likes to dance. How the music gets to him, how the heavy beat
gets into his bones and makes him feel like dancing. Or fucking. I have the feeling that I've
been the beneficiary of his nights out. There have been some mornings when I've gone to his place and he's been all hot and sweaty and really turned on. And he'd be extra wild in bed, practically screwing himself onto my cock.

I think I can understand it a bit now, watching him out there on the dance floor.

But it's still pissing me off.

He disentangles himself from his partners. They barely notice that he's gone as they start grinding
on each other. He starts toward the bar and I move to intercept him. When I spin him around to face me, he gets this huge grin on his face, like he's really happy to see me, and I almost let go of the anger. Almost. But the anger seemed to be fueling the lust, so I decided to hold onto it for a
while.

I dragged him out of the club to the parking lot.

"What the hell is the matter with you?"

Oh, the boy actually yelled at me. That makes it easier to stay a little mad. That and his behavior in the club.

"With me? I've been looking for you for the past three hours and where do I find you? In a bar
acting like a whore."

"Chill out man, I was just dancing."

Another snotty answer. He's really asking for it.

"Oh really? Just dancing? In pants that look like they were painted on and a fishnet shirt. Shaking
your ass for anyone who wants to look."

"They can look all they want, just like I look. That doesn't mean that any one is doing any touching."

"No touching, huh? I saw that jock practically fucking you right there on the dance floor, and I'll
bet you have a wet spot from where that bitch was humping your leg."

I watch the blush creep up his face. He didn't know I had seen all that. He should have given up
right then, but he keeps pushing.

"That was just some harmless anonymous groping. I didn't come here looking to pick anyone up.
Honest."

I get right in his face and snap at him, "You shouldn't be here at all!"

"What? I'm supposed to sit at home jacking off while you're at work? Or am I not supposed to
touch myself either?"

And now I've pissed him off. This is kind of fun, this fighting in public. Maybe I should have come
clubbing with him when he first asked.

"I'm not at work, now. You asked me to take the night off."

"And you said you couldn't. So I came out to amuse myself. I was going to be home way before
you got off shift. So why are you so pissed at me?"

Okay, I am still pissed, but I'm also more turned on than I have been in about twenty years. I consider just throwing him in the car and jumping him, but my parking space is just a little too public. So I drag him down the alley and push him into the wall, grinding against him like that bruiser in the club was doing. I whisper into his ear, "This is my ass and I don't want you showing it off to anyone else."

And I keep grinding into him, shoving him into the wall. I can tell the rough treatment is turning him on. He starts to struggle against me, but he hasn't said 'no' or anything approaching no. I think he's really getting off on it.

"Let go of me. You know, just because you're my boss doesn't mean you own me."

Okay, that sounds a little like a 'no' but I don't think his heart is really in it. So I decide to push it
a bit. I pull his arms around behind his back and slap the cuffs on him. And he shudders.

Oh yeah, he's getting into it.

"What are you going to do now, pig? Arrest me and take me in?"

"Not yet, slut. You came out tonight looking for cock, well you've found it."

I've never been this wild before. And I've never even considered the possibility of having sex
outdoors. How embarrassing would it be for me to get caught at it? But right now, I'm seriously
considering tearing his pants off.

And then he had to go and push me just a little too far.

"I wasn't doing anything wrong, I was just dancing."

I can't let him get away with mouthing off like that. I grab his head, actually gripping hair and push his face into the wall. Probably harder than I should have. Time to reign in the anger and let the
arousal take control.

"Shut up, slut. I don't want to hear your excuses. All I want to hear out of you is those sexy little
moans you make when my cock is reaming out your ass."

I can't believe I'm really gonna do this. I'm really gonna fuck him in public and he still hasn't said
no. I reach around him and unfasten his jeans, lowering them just enough to get to his ass. I lick
two fingers and shove them into him, stretching him quickly. I wish I had planned this better, I
would have brought some lube. Ah well, I'm not gonna stop now.

I hear him stifle a moan as I shove into him. That won't do at all. I want him to lose control too.
"Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear you."

When he starts moaning out loud, I start pounding him harder. And he really likes what I'm doing to him.

"You like it hard and rough, don't you slut. You don't care who sees you as long as you've got a
hard cock up your ass." I spur us both on with my nasty words and he does his best to meet me
thrusts.

I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and turn to look. Ah shit, there's a patrol officer
standing there watching us and his eyes widen in surprise. Crap, he recognizes me.

Well, no help for it now, I'm caught. So I just whip out my badge and show it to him and tell him
to beat it.

He hesitates for a minute. Of course he does. I've got a guy handcuffed, against a wall, fucking his brains out. The cop's first reaction has got to be 'rape'. If I weren't a Captain, he would have pulled his gun on me by now.

So he asks Greg if he's all right.

"I'm fine," he gasps. "Terrific. Great. You can leave us alone now. Or stay and watch, I don't
care. Just don't stop him now."

Gotta laugh at that. He really is getting off on this.

The officer laughs too, then goes on about his business. Hope he's a discreet sort of guy. If not
this is going to be all over the department on Monday.

We should finish before anyone else discovers us.

I fuck him harder than I ever have before, and I hold on to his dick, but I don't start pumping yet.
Time for paybacks for all those smart remarks.

"Please." he whimpers.

"Please what, slut. Should I let you come?"

"Please, yes."

"I ought to leave you hanging." I flick my tongue in my ear as I'm talking. "I should just take what I want and leave you high and dry, how would that be?"

I want him to beg. And he does.

"Please Jim. Please, I want to come so bad."

"And why should I let you?"

"Because it's my birthday and I'm the best piece of ass you've ever had."

I laugh in his ear. "You know, you're right."

And I start jacking him while I fuck his ass. We're both really close, and I think I'm first, coming in his tight hot ass, and then he comes, spraying the wall in front of him.

God, I don't think I've ever come harder in my life. I can feel him trembling as I pull out of him and get him back into his pants. I straighten out my own clothing and turn to him. He's still leaning
against the wall.

I take the cuffs off him and turn him around. Damn, I had them on too tight; they marked up his
wrists. And he's got a big scrape on one cheek from where I pushed him into the wall too hard.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" That's the second time tonight that I called him 'baby'. Haven't done that
before. I was tying to not get to close. To treat this relationship as just sex. I guess it's more than
that. Because I'm feeling things for him that I didn't know I could feel anymore. And it's a little
frightening.

"No Jim, you didn't hurt me. At least not too badly. Nothing a little first aid won't cure."

"Well, why don't I take you home and patch you up."

"Okay."

As we're walking back to the car, he asks me, "Jim, what is this all about?"

"What do you mean." Even though I know exactly what he means.

"The jealous boyfriend routine and the fucking in public. That's just not like you. You won't even
let me blow you in the kitchen, and now you're fucking me in front of an audience. What gives?"

"Did you like it?"

"Hell yes, I liked it. I've never been so hot in my life."

"Happy Birthday, Greg."

"Does that mean it's only a one time thing."

I sigh as I get into the car. When he joins me, I answer him.

"Some one asked me where you were tonight. I told them it was your birthday and you asked for
the night off, and he asked me why I was at work instead of with you. He told me that if I didn't start paying attention to your needs, that you might just get stolen out from under my nose."

"Then someone knows about us." He says that like he's already figured out who. And he probably
has. He's a real bright young man.

"And this other person, could it be that he would want to do the stealing?" Yeah, he's got Grissom
figured out.

"No, he wouldn't do that to me."

"Well then, would you be interested in sharing me with this other person?"

That thought hadn't occurred to me before. Or maybe it has, I just wouldn't let it come to the
forefront. But as soon as he says it, I can imagine it. The three of us in a bed. Grissom would
probably go for it. I know he wants a shot at Greg's ass. I look over at him, sitting in the passenger seat. He probably doesn't expect me to agree.

"Well I suppose we could ask him. He might be up for it."

He looks shocked for a moment, just a moment, and then he hands me my cell phone.

"Why don't you invite him to breakfast?"

I dialed.

::Grissom::

"Hey, it's Brass." Bet he's surprised to hear from me.

::Is something wrong?::

"No, nothings wrong. I just wanted to invite you to a special birthday breakfast celebration."

::Sounds good. Who's going to be there?::

"Just me, you and Greg."

::Oh? You want me to . . . join you?::

I hear the slight hesitation, like he can't really believe what I'm telling him.

"Yes, that's what he wants."

::And you're okay with that?::

"What can I say, the boy has me wrapped around his finger"

::Among other parts of your anatomy.::

"You going to accept the offer?"

He thinks for a moment.

::Just to make it clear, you both want me to join you. Like for a threesome, because you know I
want to fuck him.::

"That's the idea. Dirty old man."

::Takes one to know one. Okay, how could I refuse.::

"You know where he lives?"

::Yes.::

"Great, we'll see you for breakfast, then. Around seven."

I hang up the phone and Greg is grinning at me. This is going to be one hell of a birthday party.



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