Donīt take "no" for an answer


Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: NC17
Category: Angst, Romance
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimer: I donīt own them but I love them dearly.
Summary: Greg tries to comfort Grissom
Warnings: Slash, M/M, Spoiler for "High and Low"
Feedback: Yes, please. Itīs the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: August 2003
Beta: Anomaly


Restless, he zapped through all the channels, with no interest in any program, only waiting for him to come home. He had done nothing else for hours already. Even at work today, they had noticed how cranky he was. Have you taken your medication today, Warrick had asked him. He had almost thrown him and Nick out of the lab. No. I didnīt take my medication today. My medication wasnīt within reach. For the whole day, my medication was at the doctorīs office.

He was torn out of his thoughts by the sound of a key turning in the lock. At last, he is home. "Hi. How are you? What did the doctor say?"

Grissomīs expression was gloomy. "I donīt want to talk about it."

Sure. As always. Every problem got hushed up. Greg sighed quietly. What had I expected?

Grissom went immediately to the bathroom.

Patiently waiting, Greg stayed on the sofa.

Coming back, Grissom sat down beside him, took the control without asking and switched to the discovery channel.

Greg watched him closely. "Are you hungry?"

"A little."

"I cooked rice and vegetables."

"Okay."

Greg went to the kitchen to get the prepared food.

Grissom stared with empty eyes at the TV, until he received a filled plate. He mumbled, "Thanks," and ate in silence, visibly not taking any pleasure in it.

After a while, Greg asked a second time, "Well, what did the doctor say?"

"I told you, I donīt want to talk about it. Stop bothering me."

Awkward silence followed. Greg swallowed soundlessly.

Barely finished with his meal, Grissom announced, "Iīm going to bed." He left without a īGoodnightī or a kiss.

Watching him entering the bedroom, Greg considered whether he was more angry or worried about Grissomīs behaviour. Gil already had shut him out many times. That was so wrong. Now, he was doing it again. Feeling huffy, Greg debated to staying on the sofa the whole night. The thought vanished quickly. Switching off the TV, he followed Gil to the bedroom. It was dark, he didnīt hear a sound from Gil. He undressed quickly, slipped under the covers and snuggled against his loverīs back.

"Greg, please. Iīm really not in the mood."

"Iīm not doing anything."

Breathing in harmony, they rested together.

Greg could feel that every muscle in Gilīs back was tensed. Greg tried to hug him completely.

Instantly, Gil turned on his stomach.

Great. Yet another rejection. Gilīs familiar retreat into his shell. Sometimes, I wonder why I always play this game. Over and over again. Well, maybe I canīt resist Gil because his refusals incite me even more. Boldly, he pressed himself closer to his loverīs back and began to lick his neck.

"Greg, stop it." Uneasily, Gil shifted around.

Keeping his lips on the warm skin of Gilīs neck, Greg stopped moving. Wait. Wait. Just a little bit. I know, how it goes. I know the rules. Obviously, his fingers didnīt know the rules. They developed a life of their own and began to examine the smooth skin of his lover. Stroking softly but forceful up and down the spine. Again and again. After they had sampled this pleasure enough, his fingers went inside Gilīs shorts to get in touch with the firm butt. Teasing, massaging, provoking the heated flesh. Eventually, his lips were following the trace of his fingers. His tongue caressed the spine, licking it all the way down. His hands were pulling at the shorts.

"Greg. Stop it. Donīt you understand me? I donīt want to."

For a moment, Greg stopped again. Waiting for a subtle hint to go on.

Gil didnīt pull his shorts back over his half-exposed butt.

Well. As I hoped for. What you say and what you want are quite different things. I know you better than you think. Swiftly, he pulled the shorts fully down to Gilīs ankles and shoved them off.

Gil, now fully naked, didnīt make a sound.

Greg smiled to himself, knowing now for sure, his love wasnīt as immune to all the endearments as he pretended to be. Affectionately, he began to lick Gilīs butt, getting his tongue on every reachable spot.

Gilīs breathing changed rapidly, and his body squirmed under his insistant touch.

Stimulated, Greg continued by giving little bites to the tight ass.

"Greg, donīt do this."

Greg didnīt obey. He bit more, not quite so softly. He felt Gil wincing, but heard no further complaints. Careful, Greg pushed one of his hands between Gilīs thighs, spread them apart and touched the unprotected balls, squeezing them slightly.

Gil gasped. Only once.

Smiling, satisfied, Greg squeezed the balls again. Firmly.

Another gasp was the response.

So, your resistance is almost broken. Well! Iīll get you where I want you. Wait and see. Ecstatic, he increased the stroking of Gilīs swollen balls, while he gave more bites to the ass.

Growling, Gil shifted and turned on his back, finally exposing his front. In other words, he surrendered.

Greg lifted his head to give him room but put his face right back to the sensitive spot. Meeting a hard-on. Aah! Surprise! Itīs about time. Grinning, he placed his tongue on the balls, and continued licking and caressing the spots which were already inflamed by his fingers. "Mmmh. Do you like this? Is this good?"

The answer was another choked gasp.

Encouraged, Greg shoved his hands upwards, finding Gilīs nipples, stroking and plucking them, then pinching them. Soft. Hard. In turn. His mouth was working the balls, sucking them in. The right one. The left one. Over and over again. He wanted to give Gil the best blow-job ever. Sucking him right to heaven, sucking him like he had never before. He didnīt care about his own hard cock, which was in the meantime almost killing him.

Gil was breathing heavily now.

Greg sensed it was about time to hit the target. He gripped the pulsating cock, kissed the tip tenderly and sucked it in. Several times.

Suddenly, Gil pushed Greg off him.

Taken by surprise, Greg lay on his back, gaping at him.

Gil got to his knees and grabbed Greg by the shoulders. Spinning him around, Gil pressed him face-down on the mattress.

"What the heck?! Whatīs wrong now?!" Greg shouted, irritated.

Violently, Gil ripped Gregīs shorts from his body. "I said no! You heard me, didnīt you? Donīt you get it!? I said no!" He knelt on Gregīs legs, pinning him down. "Why are you pushing me? Canīt you just leave me alone? No. Not you." He grabbed the younger manīs legs, spread them and pulled his butt to him. Feeling for Gregīs cock, touching it roughly, he noticed with a satisfied grunt that it was as hard as his own and close to climax. "You want me? You want this?" Directly, he pushed his aching cock into the small entrance of Gregīs butt, making him cry out, "Gil!"
"Shut up! You begged for this. I know what you need." He thrust harder and shoved deeper inside.

Greg groaned loudly.

Gil gave more powerful strokes until his cock filled Gregīs hot insides completely. Oh God. It feels good. So good. Wet. Hot. Tight. Inside of him. His lover. His boy. His cute, sexy boy. Control yourself. Not...yet. He slid softly out and pushed in again. Hard. Out. In. Out. In. "Do you want more?"

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Donīt stop. I want you so much."

Gil fulfilled his desire. Holding his orgasm back, he plunged into him until he reached a smooth steady rhythm. Savoring every second of the overwhelming feeling of being a part of Greg.

Greg was begging outright now. "Please Gil, please, please!" His legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Yeah! Never forget whoīs the boss. You are mine. Forever mine."

"Yes! Yes! Iīm yours. Just fuck me."

Gil couldnīt hold back anymore. As his orgasm hit, he screamed Gregīs name. His seed poured out of him, leaving him shaking and panting with delight. Collapsing next to Greg, he turned him around and pulled him close. Seizing Gregīs overexcited, dripping cock, he stroked it rapidly, to give Greg the release he deserved.

Gregīs erotic suffering ended in sudden wetness spilled over Gilīs hand, while Greg melted into his comforting embrace.

Panting and drenched in sweat, they rested, exhausted, but at peace.

After a while, Gil moved again.

Greg felt tender lips kissing his neck softly. Then, Gilīs lips were covering his mouth, caressing it for a very long time. Greg was deeply moved. When Grissom pulled back, Greg mumbled fondly, "That was fucking great."

"You canīt be serious?" Gil sounded ashamed. "Didnīt I hurt you?"

"No. You just surprised me. I wanted to satisfy you."

"You did."

"Good. That makes me happy." He snuggled deeper in Gilīs arms. "Can we talk now?"

"You never give up, do you?"

"No. Havenīt you learned that lesson yet?"

Gil grinned. "Well, you surely pointed it out."

Greg chuckled. "Donīt try to distract me. What did the doctor say?"

"I have to consider surgery."

"Would surgery fix your hearing problem?"

"Maybe. They donīt know."

"Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"Iīm here for you. You know that."

"Yes. But what is going to happen, if I become deaf?"

"Donīt even think that. Iīm certain the surgery will be successful and heal you. Sometimes you have to take a risk."

"Like the risk I took, when I chose you?"

Greg gave him a quick kiss. "Exactly. Was it worth it?"

"Are you fishing for compliments?"

"Sure." His expression turned serious. "I love you so much. I donīt care if you are deaf or not, or whatever. I love you anyway."

Gil sighed. "I know. Letīs go to sleep. Iīm tired."

"Okay. Youīre the boss." Sniggering.

"Stop talking, you naughty boy."

But Greg had to add something. "You know, you can still fuck me, if youīre deaf."

Gil laughed out loud. "Ah. I see. Thatīs what you love me for."

They hugged dearly and went finally to sleep, forgetting about their problems until morning.


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