Serious Fun
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI:Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Smut
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Disclaimers: CSI and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. The author makes no profit and no infringement is intended.
Summary: Grissom grasps an opportunity
Warnings: SLASH
Feedback: Yes, please. I will appreciate all constructive criticism.
Email:
daniforblue@yahoo.deReleased: August 2003
Serious Fun
It was a slow night at the DNA lab. Grissom was on his way to his office. Boring paperwork was waiting for him. But a loud and excited conversation drew his attention away from documents and data.
"Come on, you only work so hard to impress Grissom. Thatīs the true reason, just admit it."
David Hodges loud voice sounded sarcastically. He was the last person, Grissom needed to see right now. The one human being, he tried to avoid as much as possible. Better to stay out of this, Grissom thought: Donīt care, with whom he argues.
"And your point is? Why shouldnīt I want to impress him? He is the best supervisor someone can have, because he knows literally everything."
Greg! Grissom, who was on the tip of his toes to leave, stopped immediately, indecisive, what to do now.
"Besides, itīs not true. I do it for science, for the truth."
"Sure," Hodges mocked. "By the way, Grissom doesnīt know everything. He just believe, he does."
"Grissom never said that. He doesnīt brag," Greg replied angrily.
Meanwhile quite amused, Grissom decided to join in. Greg was worth trouble, anytime.
"Who doesnīt brag?"
Greg looked appalled, but Hodges smiled very arrogant. Obviously, he didnīt admire Grissom as much as Greg did. That amused Grissom even more.
"Nobody," Greg lied. "We were just talking."
Denial. Well! "Never mind. You arenīt busy, are you?"
"Yes, I am," Hodges claimed immediately.
"No, not really," Greg admitted.
"I see. Come with me Greg. I have to show you something."
"Okay Grissom," Greg mumbled, glad to get away from Hodges.
Hodges became curious now, and it appeared, he wanted to follow them.
But Grissom ordered: "Havenīt you work to do? Go!"
He watched them leaving, looking fooled.
Greg felt extremely nervous. Only a few days had passed, since Grissom had kissed him. Being close to Grissom, made him feel like a teenager, who was in love for the first time. Even, if they were just walking side by side.
He realized surprised, they went to the darkroom. Should he look at some photos from a crime scene? Grissom closed the door behind them and switched the warning light on.
"Well, why did you defend me?"
"You heard that? Jeez! Why not? I meant, what I said. You are a good supervisor and I..."
Without warning, Grissom pushed him against the wall and cut him off with an almost bruising kiss. At the same time, he pressed his hand against Gregīs crotch and began to stroke him through the pants.
When Grissom broke the kiss, Greg gasped: "I donīt think, this is the right place..."
Grissom rubbed him harder and faster. Greg breathed in deeply, not being able to finish the sentence.
Grissom grinned maliciously. "I think this is exactly the right place."
Soon Greg was begging: "Donīt tease me. Go inside, please."
"Who said, this isnīt the right place?" But Gregīs pleading turned him soft and carefully he pulled down the zipper and put his hand inside. Embracing Gregīs hard cock, he mumbled: "Well, well, well, our little lab boy is very horny."
"Iīm your little lab boy, if you want me."
Touched, Grissom silenced him with another passionate kiss, and kept his hand busy by rubbing Gregīs cock in a steady rhythm. Greg whimpered and wriggled, full of delight. His tongue met with Grissomīs in sweet competition.
Slowly, Grissom was moving his lips to Gregīs ear. "Maybe you did defend me, because you wanna get fucked by me?"
"No," Greg moaned. "Thatīs not true. I admire your..."
Grissom rubbed him more firmly. Greg didnīt object. He simply couldnīt. "Faster. Yes. More. I need more. I want..." He lost it completely. His voice broke away, his mind drifted off. He wrapped his arms around Grissomīs neck and muffled his cries in Grissomīs shoulder, who stroked him straight to his climax.
Finally, Gregīs tensed body arched against Grissomīs and his creamy liquid was spilled. Greg felt the sweetest pleasure in a long time.
Grissom let go of him and licked his hand with a satisfied smirk. "Mmmh. Sweet."
Greg blushed, flattered. He pulled his zipper up and said quietly: "I have to clean myself up."
"Yes, go ahead, but be gentle with your precious, it deserves it," Grissom teased smiling.
"But, donīt you want me to..?"
"What? Give me the same pleasure? Sure. But not now. You were right before, this isnīt the right place. I can wait."
He put a hand in Gregīs hair and pulled him close to kiss him once more - very tenderly. "All this stimulates my appetite even more. When I will be ready to fuck you for good, we will be both more than satisfied."
Grissom opened the door, leaving a speechless Greg alone.
Finally, minutes later, he stumbled out of the darkroom and went to the restrooms - and ran into Hodges. īShit!ī he cursed silently.
In expectation of having a good time, by mocking Greg, Hodges grinned. "Oh look, who is back from Grissom-land. Did you learn something new today?"
"Shut up, Hodges and leave me alone! Canīt a man have some privacy here."
Surprised by Gregīs harsh tone, Hodges had no answer ready and left.
Greg sighed relieved, and washed his hands. He looked in the mirror over the sink and observed his flushed face and shiny eyes.
Good Heavens, I canīt go out there right now. Everybody will notice at once, what happened. Nick will notice. For sure. He is already suspicious. I have to wait awhile.
I can wait - when Grissom can wait, I can wait. But I donīt want to wait, not anymore.
END