Title: CSI Smut Tales, Chapter Two: Good Clean Dirty Fun

Author: Tayla

Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Gil/Greg

Rating: NC17

Category: Smut

Status: Complete January 29, 2002

Archive: Yes to WWOMB/Peja. All others please ask

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

Series/Sequel: Yes

Disclaimers: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. No infringement is intended and the author makes no profit.

Authors Notes: Okay people. I don't want any flames so I'm going to make this very clear. This is SMUT. There are no clever plot twists, no interesting evidence, and no case files. It's not even very romantic. This is a series and there will eventually be hetsex, femslash, and guyslash. There will be 'straight' sex, Dominance/submission, bondage/discipline and maybe even an orgy. This is kind of an alternate universe CSI where everyone is a sex maniac. If this isn't your thing, DON'T READ IT!

I couldn't find out the name of the Lab tech from the pilot episode that Gil dated so I just called her Susan cause that's the actresses name.

Summary Chapter Two: Greg corners Gil in the shower and gets a fantasy fulfilled

Warnings: Slash, graphic M/M sex


Good Clean Dirty Fun
By Tayla


Gil was tired. It had been a long night already and he still had hours of paperwork ahead of him. He was sweaty and dirty from crawling around the crime scene and all he wanted was a hot shower and a warm bed.

Well the bed would have to wait, but he could have the shower. The locker room was fully equipped. And it was the lag time of the day. Most of the night shift had already gone home and the day shift wouldn't arrive for at least two hours, so he had some time to indulge himself without being disturbed.

A few moments later, he was stepping into the shower. He just let the hot water pour over him and wash away the sweat and the dirt and the troubles of the night. He was normally very quick in the shower but on this day he lingered, soaping himself slowly, leisurely, enjoying the slide of the rough cloth on his tired muscles.

As he washed his genitals he felt the first faint stirrings of arousal. //God, it really has been too long if a washcloth is turning me on.// He thought to himself, disgustedly. It had been a long dry spell. Very long. He was averaging about one date a year. He couldn't get a woman to go out with him twice, let alone get them into bed. //Lets see, two years ago it was Susan. Wizard of OZ and Pink Floyd. What the hell was I thinking? And Teri? I didn't even get to the end of the first date with Teri. Maybe I should stop dating smart women. Oh yeah, that's right I HAVE STOPPED. One date a year does not constitute 'dating'. Lord, I'm pathetic.//

He was lonely. He had been alone for much of his life, but lately he had been feeling truly lonely. And judging by the physical state that his body was in right now, horny too. Normally he would either ignore the condition and go to bed, or take care of it himself and then go to bed. But he was still at work. He couldn't very well jerk off in the locker room. How juvenile and, yes, pathetic. He stood there with the water pounding down on him willing his hard on to subside so he could go back to work.

"Hey boss, want me to wash your back?"

Gil nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned and looked over his shoulder.

"Jesus Sanders, are you trying to give me a heart attack? What the hell are you doing in here?"

"You seemed to be taking an awfully long time, so I thought I'd come and check on you. And I'm certainly glad I did." Greg leered as he caught a glimpse of Gils erect cock. "Looks like you need help more with the front than the back."

Gil stared at Greg in shock as the young man stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower with him. His heart began to pound as Greg came closer, right under the spray beside him. They were almost the same height Greg only an inch or so shorter than him. //That should make it easier to kiss him.// Gil thought. //Where the hell did THAT come from?// Gil closed his eyes and shook his head as if he could dispel the image before him. But his eyes snapped open again as he felt Greg's hands on him. One hand was resting lightly on the small of his back, and the other hand.

"Oh God." Gil whimpered as Greg firmly grasped the base of his cock. "Greg what are you doing?"

"If you don't know man, it's been WAY to long."

It felt so good. God how long had it been since someone else had touched him. How long since another man had touched him. That had been half a lifetime ago, when he had been young and adventurous. Now here was this handsome young man who he had worked with for years, touching him, stroking him, in the shower at work.

These thoughts snapped Gil out of his sexual stupor and he pulled away from Greg.

"Greg, we can't do this. Someone will catch us." Jesus, he sounded like a nervous teenager.

"Calm down, man. You need to relax. No one's around to catch us. Besides, that makes it more exciting." Greg reached out and recaptured Gils cock and continued stroking.

"Damn it, Greg! I'm your boss. I shouldn't be doing this. And you're too young for me."

Greg's other hand was now stroking Gils chest, running his fingertips lightly over his nipples. "I'm a big boy, Gil. I know what I'm doing." Gil still looked like he was going to protest. "Think you're gonna go down for sexual harassment or something? Don't worry, if anyone asks I'll say that I harassed you. Hmm, speaking of going down."

Gils protests died unvoiced as Greg fell to his knees and took Gil's cock into his mouth. Hands that had been reaching out to push Greg away instead grabbed on to his shoulders for support. Then he tangled one hand in Greg's thick short hair and pulled him forward, pushing in deeper. Greg looked up at him and smiled as best as he could around the thick shaft. He winked and then sucked Gil's cock all the way down to the root. Gil moaned, as Greg's talented lips and tongue worked on him.

"Jesus Greg."

Greg momentarily took his mouth off. "Jesus has nothing to do with this." Then he sucked Gil's cock down his throat one more time. He stood and wrapped his arms around Gil's waist. Both men groaned as their erections ground together.

"That felt fantastic. Why did you stop?"

"Because we only have so much time to play around here, Gil. I was hoping you would fulfil a fantasy for me."

Gil gave in to his earlier impulse and drew Greg to him for a kiss. Greg opened to him and let Gil explore his mouth with his tongue. Gil broke the kiss and whispered into Greg's ear, "What's your fantasy? What do you want?"

"I want you inside me."

Gil inhaled sharply. "You fantasize about getting fucked in the shower?"

"I've fantasized about getting fucked by you in the shower."

Greg turned around and grabbed onto the rail on the side wall of the shower and Gil stepped in close behind him. "You're sure?" he asked as he pressed up against Greg's firm ass.

"Oh yeah, do it."

Greg gasped as Gil slid one soapy finger into him. "Gil.do it now, please."

"Patience lover."

"I don't want to be patient. I want to get fucked."

"Okay, you got it."

Greg felt the broad head of Gil's cock press against him and slowly slip inside. He gripped the rail tighter as Gil went deeper. The brief stab of pain was replaced with pure pleasure as he felt Gil push in to the root, his balls brushing against Greg's ass.

"Are you alright Greg? Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes.Oh God.you feel so good in me." Greg breathed. "Please.move now. Take me."

Gil grabbed onto Greg's hips and began to thrust, in and out of Greg's tight passage. He was very excited. The danger of being caught added to the thrill. And the pleasure of being with someone else, being with another man after all these years had him at the edge very quickly. He took Greg's cock in his hand and stroked it with the same rhythm as his thrusts into his ass. He leaned in over Greg's back and pounded him harder. Greg was pushing back to meet each thrust. Gil tried to stifle his moans as he got closer to climax. Greg didn't seem to have the same restraint. Gil clapped one hand over Greg's mouth as he screamed out Gil’s name and came in his hand. Feeling the contractions brought Gil off, too and he bit down on Greg's neck to smother his own loud groan of pleasure as he
emptied himself into Greg.

They didn't move for a few moments, enjoying the moment. The now cold water showering down on them. They separated slowly, neither really wanting the moment to end. Greg turned to Gil and kissed him, gently, sensuously, and then moved away.

Gil sighed. "Well, looks like we got away with it. No one caught us."

"Yeah, can you imagine Ecklie walking in on us? He probably would have had a heart attack."

"Don't even joke about that. If Ecklie had caught us it would have been my job." He considered for a moment how good he felt because of this young man. He looked at Greg with gratitude. "You know, the risk was definitely worth it." And he was rewarded with one of Greg's brilliant smiles.

Greg picked up a couple of towels from the shelf across from the shower. He tossed one to Gil and began to dry himself. He looked over at Gil with a mischievous grin.

"Guess I better get back to work. My boss will have my ass if I don't get my reports done."

The unfamiliar sound of Gil's laughter echoed through the locker room.

End Chapter Two.


Interlude

But they had been caught in the act. Someone had seen their little display of affection and lust.

Warrick slipped out of the locker room and down the hallway. Needless to say, he was a little shocked at what he had seen. Gil had never given any indication of being into guys. Greg he had always wondered about. He had seen the young lab tech flirt with Catherine and Sara and Mandy. He even teased Nick that Greg was flirting with him too, but Nick wasn't seeing it that way.

He wondered if Greg had been flirting with Gil also. He wondered if Greg and Gil had done this sort of thing before. He wondered if any one else had ever caught them and just not said anything.

He wondered why the hell he had a hard on from watching two guys.

And he wondered what he was going to do about it.

end