Field Trip
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Disclaimer: I donīt own them but I love them dearly.
Summary: Favorite lab boy Greg becomes favorite CSI
Warnings: Slash, Spoiler for "Assume nothing", "All for our country"
Feedback: Yes, please. Itīs the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: October 2003
What does Grissom think? What does Grissom feel? What does Grissom want? Not a clue. Not a chance to find it out today. Out in the field as a CSI trainee, with Grissom supervising me. But we wonīt be alone. We will be surrounded by people and Grissom will never ever give the slightest impression that there is more between us than work. He will never do the same to me like he did in the dark room. He will be the strict master. But not in the way I want him to. Alas! It seemed happening a long time ago. Since then my desperate longing for Grissomīs touch had grown. I feel so restless. So unfulfilled. Apparently, he never kissed me, he never touched me. Iīm that close to beg him: Take me, please. Do whatever you want with me. Iīm going crazy here.
"Greg!"
"Huh?"
"I asked if you are nervous?"
"Why should I be nervous?"
"Itīs your first day out in the field."
"My fourth."
"What?"
"Itīs my fourth day."
"Come on. You canīt count the other trips, nor the already famous soda bottle adventure. Today is your genuine first day as a CSI trainee."
"Fine. Whatever. But why should I be nervous?"
"Because of Grissom."
"What? What do you mean? Why should I be nervous because of him?"
"You want his approval. You need his approval. You live for his...."
"Cut it out! I donīt go out in the field to get Grissomīs approval." Dear God, I DO.
"You donīt?"
"No. Why do you think that?"
Nick shrugged. "You adore him and you have great affection for him. During the last weeks it showed more than ever."
Greg blinked. "Sure, itīs true. But, canīt I say the same thing about you?"
They arrived at the scene. A female body had been found in a house in the suburbia of Las Vegas. Caucasian, in her thirties, long dark hair, multiple stab wounds all over her torso. The body was already on his way to Dr. Robbins.
Grissom was standing outside the house, waiting for them.
Greg and Nick grinned at each other. They got out of the car.
Grissom frowned. "Why are you smiling?"
"Itīs nothing," they replied together.
Grissom didnīt look satisfied with the answer. Even so he came right to the point. "Nick, you and Greg will search for evidence around the house. Be especially careful with the collecting. The new sheriff ordered us so." Without waiting for Nickīs answer, he turned his attention to Greg. "Well, Greg...itīs your first day as a CSI trainee. I want you to take it slow. Stay in the back, listen and learn. If Nick or one of the others give you an order, do it."
"A dream came true," Nick joked.
Greg just smiled.
"Understood, Greg?" Grissom wasnīt in the mood for jokes.
"Sure. Every word," Greg soothed him eagerly.
"Do you have any questions?"
Oh yes. I have so many questions. But itīs not the time nor the place. "No, Iīm beyond ready."
"I thought so." A shimmer of amusement gleamed in Grissomīs eyes. "Be attentive."
Greg nodded confidently. "Iīll do my best, sir."
Oddly enough, Grissom didnīt disapprove of Greg for calling him Sir. He just turned around and went into the house.
"What did you do to him?" Nick asked, perplexed.
"What do you mean?" Greg responded, still caught in his confusing feelings.
"Lately, Grissom acts different around you."
"In what way?"
"I canīt put the finger on it."
"Youīre imagining things."
"No, I donīt. Youīre behaving different too."
"Nonsense. I really donīt know, what are you talking about," Greg snapped.
Nick silenced. For a while, they focused on searching the ground for blood or any other traces. But Nick couldnīt leave the subject alone. "It isnīt just that yourīre behaving different around Grissom. Lately, you donīt go out anymore."
"So what?"
"Are you seeing someone?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"Are you dating?"
"No."
"I donīt believe you. I think you do."
"I donīt!" Greg shouted angrily.
Just now, Grissom turned around the corner. "Are you finished out here?"
Greg jumped around, startled. Shit! Did Grissom hear what I just said?
Grissomīs expression was calm. But that didnīt proof anything. He was always unreadable.
"Almost," Nick answered.
"Good," Grissom replied. "Greg, come with me please. Iīll teach you a particular lesson."
Still being at a loss, Greg stumbled after him.
The master and his grasshopper, Nick thought, amused.
Greg followed Grissom to a small room. The light was dim. Greg didnīt notice Grissomīs blazing eyes.
"So, you are flirting with Nick."
Greg was caught off guard. "What?"
"And you arenīt seeing anyone?" Grissom continued casually nonchalantly.
Oh my God! His hearing had improved rapidly. "I just...." he started defending himself. But he didnīt get far.
Grissom grabbed him and silenced him with a passionate kiss.
Greg didnīt fight at all. Shaking with surprise and longing, he welcomed the kiss, giving himself completely. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.
Swiftly, Grissom gave him free. "Take the evidence bags and bring them to Nick for storing."
"Grissom...."
"Thatīs an order!" Grissomīs voice was so cold it frightened Greg. Intimidated, he did what he had been told.
Grissom leaned against the doorframe. Dear God! I almost lost control. At a Crime Scene. Iīm really out of my mind. Everybody could have walked in here any moment. I have to stop this now.
"Here! He ordered me to give you that," Greg snapped at Nick.
Nick stopped moving around. "Whatīs wrong?"
"Nothing. Stop bothering me."
Grissom joined them seconds later, giving not the slightest hint that something remarkably had happened.
In contrast, Greg was looking perfectly uncomfortable. Nickīs curiosity changed to concern. What the hell had happened in there?
"Are you finished?" Grissom barked huskily.
"Yes, weīre done out here."
"Good, Nick. Take the evidence back to the lab and give it to..." Grissom hesitated just for a second "...Hodges."
Nick smirked about Grissomīs disapproval to give anything to Hodges
Greg kept staring at the ground in silence. That was something Nick had to get used to.
"What are you going to do?" Nick asked Grissom.
"The sheriff called me on the cell. He wants to see me."
"When will you be back to the lab?"
"I donīt know. Maybe in an hour. If something important comes up call me on the cell. I take Greg with me."
Nick was puzzled. Why doesnīt Grissom send Greg back to the lab with me? He threw an inquiring glance at Greg.
"What are you waiting for?" Grissom urged impatiently.
"Iīm already on my way." Nick left in a rush.
Grissom got rid of his latex gloves and noticed that Greg had trouble because his hands were slightly trembling. "Still trouble with your hands?"
"Yes." Liar, Greg scolded himself. Youīre trembling because youīre petrified right now....
They got into the car. Grissom started it. "Tell me, whatīs wrong?"
"Nothing. Why is everybody asking me that today?"
"Well, let me tell you one reason. For weeks, you were enthusiastic to going out in the field. Now that it happened youīre acting...different."
"Maybe, I grew up."
"Greg..." Intimate, he laid his hand on the younger manīs knee.
Greg jumped. "Donīt touch me!"
Grissom took his hand away. He looked hurt but didnīt say a word.
Awkward silence followed. Greg stared out of the window. He noticed they werenīt driving in the right direction. "That isnīt the way to the sheriffīs office."
"Really? Clever boy."
"Isnīt the sheriff in his office?"
"Actually, I donīt know where he is."
What! Greg was stunned. "We are not going to meet the sheriff?"
"No."
"Didnīt he call you?"
"No."
Grissom lied to Nick. He lied on purpose. Why? Greg threw a concerned look at his boss. At his.... "Where are we going?" he managed to ask shyly.
"To my place."
The brisk but clear answer hit Greg unexpected. To his place. Now. Jeez! This must be another dream. Maybe, I just misunderstood. Weīll only go there to pick something up. Thatīs it. Sure. No way. My boss is taking me TO HIS PLACE. At work time. Itīs about exactly one thing only. He wants to fuck me. So what? I dreamt about this more than once. I wanna fuck him too. Why am I so nervous? Itīs Grissom! For Godīs sake. Not some guy I met in a bar. Oh my God! What the hell shall I do?
Greg didnīt know that every feeling he was going through could be seen in his face. He was like an open book. Even his bottom lip trembled a little bit. Grissom smiled about Gregīs understandable bewilderment. Five minutes later, he stopped the car in front of a casual looking building. "We are here," he told Greg in a low voice.
Greg looked as if someone had hit him with a bat. He stumbled out of the car and followed Grissom without even thinking about what he was doing. They could have gone right to hell he wouldnīt have mind.
Grissom closed the door of his apartment. They were alone.
Greg, still half in trance, was looking around curiously. Grissomīs apartment, his living-room. Wow! He had never believed, he would be ever allowed to come here. Greg couldnīt finish his thought, because he was grabbed and dragged to a door at the back of the living-room. Apparently, there wasnīt any time to waste.
Grissom pushed the door open and there was the bedroom. Rather playful, Grissom pinned Gregīs hands against the wall. "Letīs see, what we get on your list of delicts. Flirting with Nick. Calling me īSirī. Shouting at me. You know, what youīre asking for, donīt you?"
"Yes." Gregīs voice was full of hope.
Grissom delivered. "More punishment."
Talking was over. Kissing started. Nothing else mattered anymore. Only this world of lips and tongues and hands. Flesh on Flesh.
The kiss was perfect but Greg had to break it impatiently. "Touch me, please. I canīt wait any longer. Iīll be coming right in my pants."
"Oh, now you want me to touch you."
"Back in the car? I didnīt mean that." He nestled his face to Grissomīs neck. "It was your fault. You made me so nervous." Tenderly, he licked the pulse beneath the skin. "So horny."
Grissomīs strictness melted away. "Mmh. Maybe it was my intention to make you beg for my touch."
Greg chuckled. "At a Crime Scene? No way. Not you."
Wordless, Grissom pushed him on the bed. In a hurry, he got rid of his pants and shirt. "You have no idea, what Iīm capable of."
Greg gaped, amazed by the view of his boss in shorts.
"Ready for a special lesson from your supervisor?"
Greg nodded. His eyes were fixed on Grissomīs visible erection.
Grissom laid down on him and they started kissing again. Hard. Fiercely. Passionately.
Greg whimpered in Grissomīs relentless grip.
At once, Grissom became softer, putting only feather light kisses on Gregīs quivering lips. "Do you really want me to punish you again?"
"Yes."
"For sure?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
Affirmed, Grissom opened slowly Gregīs pants, pulling them down. He continued with unbuttoning the shirt. One button after another. He stripped the shirt off. Thoughtful, he was stroking Gregīs pale skin.
Greg trembled visibly.
"Are you still nervous?"
"Yes."
"Why? Iīm certainly not your first man."
"No, but I never been with my boss before."
"Glad to hear it." Kissing Gregīs nipples, he mumbled: "You know, you can always say stop."
"I know, but I wonīt."
"So, you will do whatever I demand." It was no question, so he wasnīt waiting for an answer. Instead, he returned to Gregīs mouth, sucking his bottom lip seductively. The response was unmistakable.
Greg wrapped his arms around him, grinding his throbbing cock against his body. He freed his lips. "No more foreplay, please. I need you now. Iīm so ready."
"Donīt you dare, ruining my lesson. Iīm your boss and insist on obedience."
Greg tried to stifle his laughter. "Oh, please. Touch me, sir."
Smiling fondly, Grissom placed another heated kiss on his lips. "Well, pleading so nicely is getting you what you want." Apparently giving in, Grissom made a wet trail of kisses down Gregīs chest. But he stopped at the nipples once more. Giving them little, gentle bites.
Greg panted, surprised and grabbed Grissomīs hair.
Grissom bit him harder.
Greg was writhing under him. "Oh God, what are you doing to me?"
"A CSI trainee has to take all the lessons. Thatīs the rule."
Greg gave a groan. He worried that his cock could burst any second. "Grissom, I...."
Grissom put his hands on the waiting cock, rubbing it firmly through the shorts. He knew it was time to pace it up. Easily, he got rid of Gregīs shorts. "I see, testing is over." He tightened the grip around the thick shaft.
"Yes, touch me. There. Right there. I want...."
"What do you want? Tell me."
Gregīs brown eyes were meeting his blue ones. "Suck me, please."
Grissom could see Greg was close to climax. Playing around was over.
He took the pulsating cock into his warm and controlling mouth.
Finally! Pure pleasure washed over Greg and he bathed in it.
Grissom sucked and licked him with experience; taking the time to make it good. First, he encircled the sensitive tip, teasing it with his tongue. Again and again.
"More," Greg whispered huskily.
Grissom moved his attention to Gregīs balls, lingering with them, eating them up.
Greg moaned with growing pleasure.
Grissom took care of the shaft, licking it slowly up and down.
Gregīs breathing came in ragged gasps. He buried his hands tighter in Grissomīs hair, pulling him down on him. Pushing his cock in deeper. "Yes. Faster. Much more."
Fulfilling his desire, Grissom swallowed him all the way down to the root. Up and down. Up and down. Reaching a pure steady rhythm.
Bucking up his hips, Greg thrust wildly in Grissomīs mouth. He couldnīt enjoy his unbearable excitement any longer. Shouting his overwhelming lust in one final cry of pleasure, he exploded in his lovers welcoming mouth.
Drinking all of the creamy fluid, Grissom lifted his head and smiled at him. "Sweeter than sugar."
Still breathing deeply, Greg felt his heart filling up with burning joy.
Soaked by the scent and taste of desire, Grissom stripped off his shorts. Aware of Gregīs look at his erected cock, he teased: "Like what you see." Passionate lust burnt in his eyes.
Greg had never believed he would ever see him like this. Still horny, he just nodded.
Fully naked, Grissom hugged him dearly, kissing him hard. He started to caress Gregīs ass. "Mmh, what a smooth skin."
Greg shuddered. Quickly, the heat in his body was rising again.
Same time, another place.
"Do you know where Grissom is?" Catherine approached Nick.
"He got a call from the sheriffīs office and went there, half an hour ago."
"Well, and where is our enthusiastic CSI trainee?"
"Along with Grissom."
"He is? Iīm surprised. Not long ago, Grissom avoided his presence completely. Now, he even took him along to the sheriffīs office. What for?"
"How shall I know? Lately, Greg doesnīt tell me anything, anymore. I even suspect he hides some secret."
"Really? What did you ask him?"
"Whatīs on his mind? Whatīs going on? Is he seeing anyone? Why is Grissom behaving so differently around him?"
"And what did he say?"
"Not much. So out of his usual character. Something even happened at the Crime Scene today. They had an argument or something like that."
"Mmh?" Catherine remembered the time when Greg had almost lost it. She had asked Grissom to talk to him. He had done it. Afterwards Greg had been his old self again. Until now she had never asked herself what it was Grissom had said to Greg. But now she wondered. It must have been something.
Same time, another place.
"I want to fuck you," Grissom whispered.
"Take me. I want you badly. For such a long time." He bit on his lips, startled, because of what he had confessed.
But Grissom didnīt bother. He kept stroking Gregīs ass, and took it further by sliding one finger in its tight opening. Greg tensed a little and Grissom stopped, waiting for his lover to relax. Feeling Gregīs muscles to ease, he went in deeper.
"Go on. Faster," Greg complained impatiently.
"What a naughty boy you are. No patience at all." He removed his finger and spun Greg on his belly.
Without a word, Greg got on his hands and knees, waiting for him to take him.
At this sight, Grissom found his heart filled with so much affection, it scared him. He hesitated, but Gregīs yearning Please let him forget about all his concerns. He fetched a tube from the nightstand and lubricated his ready cock. Smoothly, he slid into Gregīs opening.
A shiver ran through the young manīs body, and he whimpered softly.
"Do I hurt you?"
"No."
Grissom began to move. First at a slow pace, because he didnīt want to hurt his young lover.
"Oh, this is good."
Gregīs encouraging words made him increase the rhythm, pushing in deeper. Lustful groaning was his reward. Soon the hotness and tightness of Gregīs hole took all his control. Like in a fever, he was plunging madly into Greg. Not being aware of anything else, anymore. Not even the man, whom he was claiming. The lust in his groin became unbearable.
Greg didnīt bother. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me more."
His demanding and covetous begging made Grissom even hornier. A loud groan escaped his mouth. Enforcing his brisk, harsh strokes to the limit, he was now close to ravishing Greg. His young lover was shaking and whimpering in pure delight. Grissom could feel Greg was close to come again. That feeling of power, dominating him, making him come, was giving him such a stroke of pure pleasure, it made him come so fast and hard, he feared he would have a blackout. Cheering enrapt, he exploded inside of Gregīs devoted body, spilling all his liquid into him, collapsing onto his back.
Being buried under him, hit by his own climax, Greg stifled his lustful screams, by crying into the mattress.
For a minute, Grissom lay still, snuggling to Gregīs back, who enjoyed this peaceful closeness silently. It made him almost happier as the wild sex before. Sadly, it didnīt last long.
Quickly, Grissom got to his feet. In a conventional, almost insulting tone he said: "Take a shower and get dressed. We have to go back to the lab."
"Is something wrong?"
"No. But we are almost gone for an hour. They will ask questions."
With mixed feelings, but not complaining, Greg went to the bathroom. As always the masterīs devoted grasshopper.
Ten minutes later, they were sitting in the car, driving back to the lab. Absolute silence ruled. There was nothing to say. At the lab, Greg opened quickly the door of the car, but Grissom hold him back by grabbing his wrist. "Listen. We had a good time."
Greg blinked.
"A great time," Grissom corrected himself. "But we are not together from now on or something like that. Do you understand?"
Even so, Greg felt tears stung behind his eyes, he stayed calm. "Sure, Grissom. Youīre the boss." Before Grissom could respond, Greg left the car and was almost running into the lab.
Grissom wasnīt feeling as relieved about Gregīs surprisingly chilly reply, as he thought he would be. For a moment, he felt the urge to follow Greg, to take his words back. But in the end, the moment passed, and he didnīt.
Greg, still running, bumped into Nick.
"Hey, watch it. From whom you are running away? Grissom or the sheriff?"
Greg didnīt smile one little bit about his joke. "Very funny."
"Well, what did the sheriff say to you?"
"Say?"
"He said something, didnīt he?"
"Just the usual. I need a suspect. I need the case solved. As fast as possible."
Greg is using Grissomīs exact words, Nick thought amused. The teacherīs pet.
Michael came by, stopped and observed him intently. He started smiling. "Well, well, well, my dear Greggo, how is my favorite buddy feeling today?"
Greg opened his mouth to give him a proper response, matching Michaelīs in his bold tone. He closed it immediately when Grissom joined the little group.
"Well Nick, whatīs new?"
"Not much. Hodges is still analyzing the cigarette butts and the unknown substance. Brass and I will question the suspect in ten minutes."
Michael switched his attention to Grissom. His amused grin widened.
Greg became nervous. Whatīs he grinning about?
Nickīs next question for Grissom made him even more nervous. "And? What did the sheriff say to you?"
"Just the usual. I need a suspect. I need the case solved. As fast as possible."
Nick repressed a laugh. "Really?"
Gregīs face was burning with embarrassment.
Luckily, Grissom didnīt notice Nickīs amusement. But maybe he only pretended that he didnīt.
"Yes. Letīs go to my office, Nick. I need to know everything that you found out about the suspect."
After they had left, Greg addressed the still present Michael. "What are you smiling about?"
"Did you take a shower?"
Greg winced. "Sure. Before I went to work."
"I meant, quite recently."
"No. Of course not."
"I think, you did. I think our big boss did too."
"You are crazy."
"Am I? We were having a little fun, did we?"
"I really donīt know what you are talking about."
"Alright. Itīs none of my business. All I have to say is this: Be careful." He started to turn away, but couldnīt refuse to ask one more question. "Was it worth it?"
"Michael!"
