Fiery Blue - 1/4
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Category: Romance, Smut
Series/Sequel: Having the Blues
Summary: Greg Sanders learns his lesson.
Warning: Slash, M/M, Spoiler for "Compulsion"
Disclaimer: I don´t own them. Hodges is the man.
Feedback: Yes, please. It´s the icing on my cake.
Released: April 2005
"Hey Hodges! I heard you brag everywhere in the lab that Grissom was impressed by you." Greg Sanders didn´t even try to hide his disbelief.
Slowly, David Hodges raised his head from the microscope he had been looking through. "Pardon me?" he snapped back in a tone which sounded like Fuck you.
"Don´t you get it?" Greg eyed him, despising. "Grissom will never approve of you."
"Look, who´s talking," Hodges sneered. "The master´s grasshopper, the teacher´s pet, Daddy´s little boy toy...."
"Shut up!" Greg glared at him while a blush crept up his neck.
Hodges stepped closer, a wicked grin on his lips. "Make me."
Baffled by the provocation, Greg didn´t find an answer nor did he move. He became aware they were alone. It was late, almost everyone of the night shift had left for home and the day shift was out in the field. Hodges was close. The icy blue of his eyes was unnerving. Greg shivered and cleared his throat. "I have to go."
Hodges pushed him back.
Greg met with the glass wall. Hit him. Hit him and get out of here. He didn´t.
"What is it?" the hateful man mocked him. "Is the famous Greg Sanders scared of me?"
Fuck off! was on the tip of his tongue but he didn´t even start to say it. Hodges grabbed his hands and smashed them against the wall. Fear came over Greg. Fear of what was happening. And then...and then...he found himself kissed by a very hot mouth. So hot a shockwave of the most irritating feelings rippled over his body. His mouth opened surprisingly fast under the insisting but sensitive pressure and was completely taken. How can a hateful man kiss like that? That´s not fair, no, not fair at all. A groan filled his throat and his member hardened. Oh my God! I have to stop this.
Unhurried, Hodges broke the kiss. "Who would have thought that everybody´s favorite lab boy would like to be taken by me."
The blue eyes weren´t cool anymore. A fire burned in them that Greg had never expected to find in that man. "Go and fuck yourself!" he spat, furious, and his blush deepened.
A smirk graced the thin lips and a quick hand cupped the hard flesh in Greg´s pants, making him gasp loudly. "Impressive. Who would think a beanpole like you is equipped so generously."
"Stop," Greg panted.
"No." Hodges kissed him again; his tongue broke through the sealed lips and conquered the insides with wild pushes and licks.
This kiss was even better. Greg whimpered and leaned into him, his hard-on twitched in Hodges´ massaging grip. Oh God. It feels good...so good.
Hodges´ tongue retreated. "Do you want me?"
"No," Greg denied, catching his breath. Don´t make me say it.
"Say it." The grip on his cock tightened painfully.
"No." Please, don´t make me say it. I can´t.
Just like that Hodges let go of him and stepped away. "I have work to do but if you change your mind you know where to find me."
Trembling with weakness, Greg rushed out and fled to the locker room where he crumpled down. I would have never believed I would kiss those hateful lips. I never thought those lips could kiss so well. No, better than well. Greg groaned in agony. Did I like it that much?
"What?" he startled.
It was Grissom. "Hodges wanted me to talk to you."
Greg froze. Oh fuck.
"He wasn´t making it up when he said I was impressed by him. I really did say so."
"Oh...Ah...Alright, Grissom...I´m sorry I didn´t believe him."
"Don´t say sorry to me. Say sorry to Hodges."
I don´t think so, boss. Not in a lifetime. "I´ll try."
"Do so." Grissom left him alone.
I fucking can´t. For half an hour, Greg wasn´t able to leave for home. It took that long to calm himself down. Such a thing had never happened to him before. Not because of a kiss anyway.