Perfect Match - 23/24

Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: R
Category: Angst, Romance
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Summary: Is it possible to be happy after all?
Warning: Slash, M/M
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I love them dearly.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's the icing on my cake.
Released: October 2008
Revised: October 2021
Beta: Isha
Word Count: 3548

"I love you."

"What did you say?" Greg quivered despite the stifling blanket. No, no, no. Don't melt. Don't fall for the oldest trick.

"You heard me."

"I don't believe you."

"It's true, silly boy."

"I'm no boy."

"It's just an endearment," Gil pleaded. "I know you're not."

"Why did you tell me now?" Greg snapped, struggling to stick to his principles.

"Why?" Gil barked back. "My God. Because it's true."

"It won't change anything," Greg said, clinging to the blanket. Don't come over here. Not now, after such a surprise move.

"That's fine. I didn't tell you to make you like me better. I told you because I needed you to know. That's all."

Greg exhaled and stared at the ceiling. Shit! What now? It's my turn, isn't it? "How did Mark die?"

"It was a car accident."

"I'm sorry." Jeez, I was jealous of a dead guy.

"It was a long time ago."

"Yeah? You still love him, don't you?" I even envy a dead man. How pathetic am I?

"I certainly did love him very much," Gil agreed. "My heart was broken the day he died."

Greg's anger was stripped away by compassion. So? No reason to give in, idiot.

"But one day this heart of mine began to heal by one unexpected event."

"What was it?" Greg couldn't help himself asking even though he guessed the answer.

"What it was?" Gil pulled himself up and leaned against the bedframe. "A crazy young boy came to the lab and turned my world upside down."

Greg trembled in sweetest agony. "Don't."

"I didn't look for love, but I fell for this boy so quickly it scared the hell out of me."

"Stop it. That's not fair," Greg pleaded, fighting the rush of excitement flooding his body.

"What isn't?"

"Make me want you again."

"Why not?"

"Simply because you don't won't to be in a relationship."

"But I do. I can't get you out of my head. I can't be happy without you. I tried but I didn't succeed. I want you back for good."

"Gil..." Greg fisted the blanket in need of an armor. Keep cool. Just this once.

"I thought I knew it all, but I was wrong. I loved Mark, but I love you more because you like the same things I do."


"Please what?" Gil whispered, shifting around.

"Don't push me." Greg swallowed. Don't come over and touch me. Don't make me look like a fool.

"I understand." Gil sighed. "Not tonight. I give you time to think about it." He switched the light off. "Let's get some sleep."

Yeah, right. Greg tried to go to sleep but couldn't. Gil's confession had cut through his defenses. He loves me. He'd never said it before. He wants me. Why aren't I in his arms right now? Making love. That's what I came here for, isn't it? That's what I wanted all along. That's what I'll always want. Being close to him. Being with him. The sheets in the other bed rustled. Greg winced and peeked. Is he...? Does he dare...? I know I couldn't. Not that I did not want to. His arousal was painful, but he didn't touch himself. Will I never learn from my mistakes? I was hurting for so long. Do I want to go through this hell again? Do I? Do I? Oh crap! I do! He scrabbled about the small sofa, making a lot of noise, giving Gil unmistakable evidence of his struggle.

Yet Gil didn't make a move or said another word.

Damn you! Greg kept turning around and around, until, at last, he fell into a restless slumber.

The next day, Greg and Gil didn't bother each other doing their morning routine and taking the elevator to the hotel lobby. Greg considered himself safe because they bumped into Carl Morris right away. He wanted to scurry off, but Gil pulled him by the arm to come closer. "Morning, Carl."

"Morning, Gil," his friend greeted, looking baffled by Gil's cheeriness.

"Long story short: You were right. That's Greg. The man I love."

Greg startled in Gil's firm grip. Gee! Is he truly up to following this through?

"That's more like it, Gil." Carl beamed. "Your mother will be over the moon."

"Don't you dare tell her. I have to do this myself." Gil glared at him.

"No worries. I won't." Carl nodded at Greg. "Would you and Greg like to have dinner with me?"

"Sure. What do you think about it, Greg?" Gil said, caressing Greg's forearm.

"Okay. Whatever," Greg mumbled, swayed by his feelings due to Gil's touch.

"Great. See you later." Carl walked away, swinging.

"Tell your mother what?" Greg asked, backing off from Gil. Pull yourself together. He barely didn't do anything.

"That I have a new boyfriend."

Holy shit! Greg was smitten by sensations and made it through the day in a state of trance. He didn't remember much what was going on around him, not the seminars they visited, or the people they talked too. The only thing, he remembered for sure was Gil's irresistible presence. The sight of his handsome face and the sound of his manly voice Greg could handle but Gil's distinct scent was the killer.

At dinner with Carl, Greg was horny beyond belief. He chewed his food slowly and drank of lot of wine to get by. His head started spinning and feeling Gil's knee pushing against his under the table made him squirm around like a trapped bug. He longed for the privacy of their room. He longed for release. He longed for Gil to fuck him. Damn it.

Whereas Gil ate a huge dinner, laughed a lot, and appeared not in the slightest nervous or excited. "That's enough," he said casually and took Greg's glass away, yet he was keeping his attention at Carl.

"I'm no child," Greg slurred, squaring his shoulders.

"I know," Gil whispered, licking his lips. "Oh boy, do I know." He put his hand on Greg's knee, stroking it gently.

Greg flinched and pushed his fork off the table. Gee! He flushed and bent down to pick it up.

"Easy. Don't be so nervous," Gil murmured, moving his hand away.

Greg felt like this was his first date. On edge to be taken by a dazzling man. Duh! That's how love is, isn't it?

Carl acted like he hadn't noticed anything, showing his good manners.

Greg chilled and continued eating and listening to Gil's and Carl's conversation. They talked about bugs and old times. Not one word about Mark. Finally, Greg's torment was over. He and Gil greeted Carl goodnight and went up to their room.

The king-size bed greeted Greg mockingly. Gil's declaration of love polluted the atmosphere. Greg could hardly breathe. How should he pull through this night? Oh. His cell was ringing, and he almost jumped out of his skin. "Shit." He fumbled it out of his pocket and looked at the display. "Sorry, but I have to take this."

"Is it Nick?" Gil dropped into a chair.

"No. It's Dennis."


"Dennis Epson. The boy, whose brother drowned."

"I see." Gil frowned. "Go on then. Don't let him wait."

Greg accepted the call. "Hi, Dennis. How's it going?" He listened, sensing Gil's smoldering anger. It was obvious, he didn't like the idea that he was still in contact with the relative of a victim of a former investigation. An incredible young, handsome, and gay relative. His concerns were forgotten when he heard what Dennis had to tell him. "Oh, Dennis. That's wonderful. I'm so happy for you."

Gil shifted in his chair.

"Sadly, I'm not in Vegas right now, and I have... company."

Gil fetched his glasses and started to clean them.

"We'll talk this through in a couple of days, okay?" Greg said, feeling distinctive heat flow through his groin.

"Yeah, yeah. Go and get it on with your bossy boyfriend," Dennis quipped.

Greg flushed. "It's a shame I'm that obvious."

Dennis chuckled.

Gil kept rubbing his glasses.

"Say hi to Scotty for me. Bye." Greg switched the phone off and put it on the bedside table.

"So? What's going on?" Gil asked casually, but the fierce polishing of his glasses betrayed him.

"Something great. Dennis had told his parents that he's gay."

"Ah, good for him," Gil grumbled. "Did he call to let you know he's available?"

"Are you crazy? He just turned sixteen!"

"The same age you were when you slept with Alan."

"I'm not Alan," Greg snapped, gaping. Oh, come on...

"I know," Gil backed down.

They looked in each other's eyes. A minute passed without a word spoken. One agonizing minute, until Greg couldn't bear Gil's stare any longer and was ready to make a move. That's why I came here anyway, didn't I? Don't chicken out. Come on! He got beaten by the second though.

"Do you want to play a game of chess?" Gil put his glasses on.

"Now?" Greg pretended to yawn. "I'm pretty tired." Yeah, right!

"Let's raise the stakes. What about strip-chess?"

"Funny." Greg took a step towards the bathroom.

"It was Mark who taught me. Certainly, I always won."

Mark! Greg scowled. "You are kidding, right?"

"No, I'm serious." Gil fetched the chessboard he kept for traveling from his suitcase. "Intrigued?"

"Nah. Not much."

"Are you afraid?"

Greg snorted. "Is this a joke?"

"So you are?"

"Why should I be? I've already beaten you."

"Only once."

"I don't have to prove myself to you. Not anymore."

"I know." Gil put up the board and the chess pieces. "Just to pass the time. It's too early to go to sleep."

Greg cocked his head and eyed him closely. Sleep! What the hell? Is he trying to kill me?

Gil sat down and loosened his fingers. "Come on, CSI. Show me what you're made of."

"Nice try."

Gil shrugged and opened the play by moving one pawn forward.

For seconds, Greg mused on but then he dropped into the chair opposite to Gil's. I made my point. It's time to proceed. "Alright." He moved his knight in a rash decision.

Gil smiled. "Do you think that wise, CSI?"

"Wait and see," Greg murmured, smirking.

Gil stared at the board, considering his next move.

"How did this work anyway?"

"For every chess piece you lose you have to strip a piece of cloth."

"Don't count on it."

Gil sent a second pawn into battle. "We'll see."

"I know all your moves." Greg fielded his other knight.

"Do you?"


An hour later, the board was almost empty and Greg naked but for his shorts. Gil's deadpan expression didn't show any feeling. He wore his shorts and both socks. "Checkmate."

Greg looked at him and stood up. That's that then. Make the best of it. Slowly and seductively, he slid his shorts down to the ankles and off. "You won."

"I see." Gil licked his lips at the sight of Greg's erected cock. "Do I get a prize?" He put his glasses away.

"If you want one?"

Gil pulled his socks off. "I want you."

"You already had me."

"Yeah, but I can't get enough of you. I won't get ever enough." Gil stepped close and kissed him briefly. "I don't want to be lonely anymore." The second kiss was as brief as the first one. "I don't care about anyone but us anymore." The third kiss wasn't any different. A peck for a kid.

Greg longed for more but restrained himself to return the generous endearments. Not yet. "Don't you dare to play me for a sucker again. I swear I'll make you pay."

Gil chuckled. "I can't hardly wait to find out how."

"I mean it!"

Gil's laughter stilled at once. "I know."


"Come here." Gil gifted Greg's face with more kisses.

"Kiss me for real," Greg hissed, pulling at Gil's shorts. "Take that off."

"Is my boy unhappy with the way I kiss?" Gil smirked. "Does he want more?"

"I'm no-"

Gil cut him off with a proper kiss. A kiss as breathtaking as it was tender and caring. Greg surrendered in every sense and returned the kiss body and soul.

"Whew!" Gil murmured. "That's a kiss."

"Says who?" Greg spurred him on, glowing.

"You talk too much. But I'm used to that." Gil pulled him forward and they ended where they should have days ago. In the king-sized bed. Clinging to each other in need for warmth and satisfaction. They made love softly and slowly. Never it had been this intimate and tender. Gil didn't hold back anymore, and Greg embraced him with all his heart, sucking up every sweetness until he burst. His first climax was beyond satisfying. The second was an epiphany.

"Oh Gil..." Greg panted, feeling complete and yet still thirsty for more. "'s too much...I can't...please..."

"You can... dearest...boy," Gil rasped just as breathless. "You will... until I know, you're completely satisfied." Gently, he squeezed Greg's balls. "Do you understand?"

"Ah...yes...oh yes...I love..."

" fucking you, right?" He bent down and suckled at Greg's balls.

"Oh God...YES!" Greg wriggled into him.

"That's a good boy," Gil mumbled in between eating him up.

"Yes...master..." he gasped, having little breath left for anything but explicit sounds.

"You are the master. I serve you." Gil deep-throated him, humming along the generous treat.

Greg cried out while Gil's lovely, yet indecent devotion pushed him into the cum-moist sheets and to his third climax. Fuck! I'm flying.


Later - much later - Greg snuggled into Gil's arms. "This is heaven."

"Don't exaggerate," Gil teased, still out of breath.

"I'm not," he disagreed. "I just cannot imagine I would be feeling any happier in a place called heaven."

"I'm too tired to fight you on this."

"Good." Greg put his head on Gil's shoulder. He waited for Gil to drift off to sleep. He waited to find his courage. He waited a long time. "I love you too."

Gil turned to him, surprisingly alert. "I thought you proved that greatly in the last hours."

Greg felt tricked. "Cheat!"

"Look who's talking." Gil pinned him down, tickling his ribs.

"I don't know what..."

"Sure you do." He lapped at Greg's ear. "One more reason why I love you so very much." He bit the earlobe. "It's unbearable how much I love you."

Greg stilled. He had nothing left to complain about. What could he have to complain about after such a heartbreaking confession? Was there anything? He didn't think so.

The next morning, Greg and Gil flew back to Las Vegas. This time they talked a lot on the flight. They were happy. At their arrival they drove straight to the lab. There, they separated to take care of their business.

Gil found Catherine sitting in his office, doing paperwork. She always took advantage of his absence like this, because her own office was so small.

"Having a rough weekend?" she teased good-naturedly. "You look a bit ruffled. Was it worth it?"

Gil beamed. "Sure. Two days of the good stuff."

"Awesome. I'm glad you were able to work things out."

"Me too." Gil sighed. "Though that was the easy part."

"What do you mean?"

"Now I have to beard the lion in his den before I change my mind."

"Well then!" She chuckled. "Go. I heard he's for once in a good mood."


Minutes later, he knocked at the door of his co-worker. "Conrad, I need to talk to you."

"What can I do for you?" Conrad Ecklie looked intrigued.

"I want you to assign Catherine to supervise Greg and to do his evaluations."

"So? Why is that, Gil?"

"Greg is my boyfriend," he confessed, unblushing.

"Is he?" Conrad didn't hide his amusement.

Gil stayed calm. "I see you're not surprised."

"Surprised?" Conrad mocked him. "I only wondered how long it would take you to have finally the courage to give up the truth."

"It's done. Today is the day."

"Good." Conrad fetched a couple of papers. "I'm happy for you."


"Why shouldn't I be?" He shook his head. "Do you think I'm that kind of guy?"

"Of course not."

"Your private matters are not my business. Only the work of your team concerns me." He handed him the papers. "Fill these out."

"Thank you." Gil took the papers and headed for the door.

"Oh, Gil?" Conrad purred sweet and sickly.

"Yes?" Gil knew he wouldn't get away this easy. Give it to me. I can take it.

"Is there already a date set for the wedding?"

"Sorry, no." He gave a polite smile and hurried away. Phew! And this was only the beginning. What have I brought up on us?


Greg came across Nick in the garage. "Hey, I'm back."

"I already heard by the noise you were making on your way here." Nick hugged him. "How does it go?"

"Exactly as planned. Well, except for the strip-chess."

"The what?"

"Gil wanted to play strip-chess." Greg laughed at Nick's priceless expression. "I know, it's hard to believe."

"Who won?"

Greg sniggered. "Would you believe I lost on purpose just to get into my lover's bed?"

Nick joined his laughter. "I would have liked to see that."

"Hey!" Greg nudged him. "No way."

"Are you happy?"


Nick patted his shoulder. "See, I told you it would be easy."

"Easy?" Greg grimaced. "It wasn't easy to stick to the plan, not at all."

"But it was worth the effort, right?"

"Definitely," Greg cheered.

"How's the boss?"


"Whoa, cheeky!"

Gil's office was crowded with people. Everyone important to him or Greg had arrived to celebrate with them. Catherine opened a bottle of champagne. The cork went off with a loud pop. She filled the first glasses. "Gil Grissom is spoken for. Oh my! Everything is possible now."

"Yeah. Things will never be the same again," Michael joined the teasing.

"I'm afraid so," Brass agreed, just taking a sip from his drink.

"Congratulation," Hodges cheered. "Finally grown-up."

"I wish you more luck than I had," Warrick said without envy.

"You jumped into a relationship without thinking," Catherine said, still sounding upset he hadn't told her about his marriage. "They don't do that."

Dr. Robbins arrived at last. "What's the occasion?"

"Greg and Grissom are moving in together," Hodges broadcasted, drinking up.

"So?" Robbins replied coolly. "It was about time."

The team burst out laughing.

"Close your mouth, Gil," Robbins said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Well, it wasn't that big of a secret," Brass said dryly.

Gil rolled his eyes. "It's nice to know I have such good friends."

Greg knocked his glass of champagne down. "In a few hours I'll bring over my toothbrush and my underwear".

"You won't need any underwear, Greggo." Gil leaned into him.

"Oh please," Brass snorted. "Not so many details."

The gathered friends didn't notice the two people who weren't happy at all. Alan had pulled himself a chair in a corner. Sipping from his champagne, he grimaced. But he recovered amazingly quickly when Michael strolled over and started talking to him. Well!

Whereas Sara vanished out of the room as soon as possible. Only Nick noticed and followed her.

He caught up to her in the break room. "Hey."

She smiled sadly at him.

"You wanna go out for a drink?" Nick felt his heart move to his stomach. "Just to talk to a friend?" He was sure she would say no. She had always said no.

"Okay," she agreed flatly.

"Come on then," Nick replied, hiding his surprise. He and Sara left the lab unnoticed and weren't even missed by the party cheering with the happy couple. Though there were rumors about their mutual absence later neither of them cared or spilled the beans about where they had been or what they had been doing.

The autopsy room was empty. Gil and Greg had come to the one place where they could be alone for a little while. The bodies in the boxes wouldn't mind indecent kissing.

"I can't believe, you're that cool about us," Greg praised his lover.

"Life is a fragile thing and way too short to worry about unimportant stuff." Gil drew him into an embrace. "Are you ready to make more waves?"

"What do you mean?"

"Meeting my mom."

Greg coughed, slightly hysterical. "I don't think these waves are big enough to match the ones my mom will make."

"You wanna bet?"

"I'd love too." Greg snuggled closer. "My mother don't even know I'm gay."

Gil frowned. "Is this a joke?"

"Why, no. I never dared to tell her." Greg flashed him a rueful smile. "Since my father died in a sailing accident, when I was twelve, I'm the only one she has left."

"You...are..." Gil gasped, shaking his head.

"I told Papa and Mama Olaf."

"...killing me..."

Greg prevented further lecturing by kissing Gil thoroughly.

Even the sound of someone pushing the doors open eventually didn't make Greg and Gil stop kissing.

"Ah. There you are. I was looking all over for you." Sheriff Rory Atwater sounded downright satisfied with himself. "Working things out, I see."

In high spirits, Greg turned around. "Sure, we do. As a perfect match, you know, we owe it to science."

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