Iīm the Boss
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom, Nick/Sara (implied)
Category: Romance, Smut
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Disclaimer: I donīt own them but I love them dearly.
Summary: Grissom takes advantage of his position.
Warnings: Slash, M/M
Feedback: Yes, please. Itīs the icing on my cake.
Released: December 2003
"Hi, Greg. Howīs it going?"
"Great." Gregīs smile showed his happiness.
"Obviously, youīve fixed your special problem with the boss," Michael stated, smiling back.
"I really donīt know what you mean," Greg replied innocently but his eyes were telling the truth.
"Sure. You wanna play games I donīt mind. Itīs fun to watch. Both of you."
Busy talking, they didnīt notice Grissom, who had just arrived at the lab.
Grissomīs mood wasnīt as good as Gregīs. The new murder case seemed to be unsolvable and he just came back from an annoying meeting with the new sheriff. Noticing Greg and Michael standing close together, grinning brightly at each other, he reached rock-bottom. Seeing Greg with the man, who was known as the best looking guy in the lab, let him feel something, he thought, he would never feel ever again in his life.
Being so vulnerable made him angry. "Havenīt you no work to do?!" After a pause, both men were staring surprised, he added: "Again."
Not looking guilty at all, Michaelīs grin broadened. "Sorry, boss, but Iīm just passing by. I couldnīt resist having a little chat with my best buddy here."
No response from Grissom. Greg intervened quickly. "Michael is already on his way."
"Pleasure talking to you - buddy." Emphasizing the last word deliberately, Michael walked away.
Greg grinned boyishly. "Hi, Gil, whatīs up?"
"Do something you get paid for. Understood?"
Gregīs grin faded off and he looked puzzled. "Whatīs the matter, Grissom?"
"Just do what I told you. Thatīs an order. Maybe, you have forgotten, Iīm still your boss."
Gregīs eyes became blank, his lips very small. "Yes, sir."
Without another word, Grissom left.
Greg dropped into his chair. Cheerless, only working by rote, he printed the finished test results out. His mind was busy with much different things. Grissomīs behavior was sometimes more than unreadable to him. More like intolerable. Greg hadnīt a clue what was going on. What had he done now? He couldnīt think of a thing. Slightly pissed, he took the papers and walked to Grissomīs office.
The big boss was sitting at his desk.
"I have the results."
"Close the door from the inside."
Confused, he carried out the order.
He advanced the desk and Grissom took the papers from his hands, laying them down, unread. "Didnīt I tell you, I donīt want you to bring your private life to work?"
"You were flirting with him?"
Greg was stunned speechless.
Grissom raised his eyebrows. "I see. Youīre not even defending yourself."
Greg found his voice again. "No. I mean...yes. I wasnīt flirting. Iīm with you. You know that."
"Exactly, if you wanna get off with someone at the lab, itīs me."
Greg blinked, perplexed.
Grissomīs eyes were burning. "Blow me."
"I said blow me."
"Here? You canīt be serious?"
"Iīm your boss. Thatīs an order."
"Someone could come in here any second."
Just now, Greg noticed the visible bulge in Grissomīs pants and was pretty surprised by his loverīs horniness. Persuaded, he gave in, mumbling submissively: "Yes, sir." He knelt down, freed the hard cock of his boss and started to lick him affectionately.
At once, Grissomīs anger melted away. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the intimate endearment to the limit. He had needed this so much. "Yes. Suck me. Harder. Faster."
Hearing Grissom expressing his feelings so open-hearted was a new experience for Greg. It excited him very much and he doubled his efforts to satisfy his lover. Sucking him harder and deeper. Deep into his mouth.
Grissomīs hands clenched around Gregīs upper arms, while he gasped loudly. A little too loud.
"Shhh," Greg soothed him, before he was circling the sensitive tip of Grissomīs cock teasingly with his tongue. But Grissomīs impatient complaints made him quickly swallow the whole length down his throat again. Devoted, he sucked on the hard-on until Grissom gave in.
Biting his lips, pinching his fingers into Gregīs shoulders, he exploded. A stifled groan was the only sound he made.
Greg enjoyed the tasty liquid while Grissom was coming down from his climax.
Greg stood up, smiling at his lover.
His boss tried to keep his countenance. "Why are you still here? You can go now!"
Greg kept smiling, he didnīt feel offended by Grissomīs words at all. Not anymore.
Grissomīs eyes narrowed. "Go."
Giving a shrug, Greg turned to get the door.
Grissom was looking sorry. "Come back for a second."
Grissom kissed him so tenderly it showed his fondness. "You are the best."
"Thank you, sir."
"Iīll see you after work."
"Is that an order?"
"Of course. Iīm your boss."
Greg showed his special grin. "Okay, Gil."
"Your obedience will be rewarded. Thatīs a promise. Do you feel like going out afterwards to grab something to eat?"
"You mean together?"
"Thatīs right, Greggo."
"I like it, when you call me by that name."
"Donīt get used to it. It wonīt happen very often."
Greg leered. "Sure - sir." - "Donīt get used to it. It wonīt happen again."
"Getting smart again?"
"Well, maybe it would be better, youīll teach me more lessons tonight, Gil."
"Maybe, I should, Greggo. Out now, before I forget myself."
Greg almost ran over Sara and Nick on his way back to his desk.
"Hey! Watch it," Nick scolded softly.
"Sorry, I didnīt see you."
Nick looked curiously at his friend.
Greg was glowing.
"Whatīs the matter with you? I see you being distracted very often lately."
"Nothing. There was just something on my mind. I have to go. Much work is waiting for me and I wanna go home early." Greg chuckled and almost took off.
"I think he is in love. Big time."
"Why do you think that?" Sara asked, unconcerned.
"He never behaved this strange before. He was lovesick a few weeks ago, but now he seems perfectly happy. Something has changed."
"Do you know with who he is in love?"
"I donīt know for sure. Yet."
That amused even Sara. "Tell me if youīll find out. Being a CSI this must be no problem at all."
Nick smirked at her. "Very funny, Sidle."
But Nick had no intention to tell Sara, what he suspected nor whom. He had seen where Greg had come from when he had been skipping on his way like a schoolboy.
It couldnīt be. He was just imagining things. Greg and Grissom? No way! But what, when he was right. Nick suspected for some time that Greg had a crush on Grissom. But he would never believe that Grissom could have resembling feelings. Not by any chance. But no matter what, he could never tell Sara. She would be heartbroken. Nick could never do that to her. He couldnīt hurt her; even she would always choose Grissom -- and not him.