Serious Fun - 12/24
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Category: Humor, Romance, Smut
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Summary: Grissom grasps an opportunity.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I love them dearly.
Warning: SLASH, M/M
Feedback: Yes, please. It's the icing on my cake.
Word Count: 1255
Released: August 2003
Revised: April 2021
It was a slow night in the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Catherine, Nick, Warrick, and Sara were working two cases in different areas of the city. Gil was on the way to his office to take care of tedious paperwork. Though a loud and excited conversation coming from the DNA lab drew his attention away from documents and data.
"Come on, you only work so hard to impress Grissom. Not because you're a better sport," David Hodges snarked loud enough for everyone around to be heard.
Pity for him that only Gil was close-by and Hodges was the one person he tried to avoid as much as possible. Better to stay out of this. Even if this was about the one-
"What's your point? Why shouldn't I want to impress him? He's the best supervisor, because he knows literally everything," Greg argued almost as loud.
-guy, he shouldn't leave in the lurch, Gil considered, and stopped.
"You're wrong anyway," Greg continued ranting. "I do it for science, for the truth."
"Yeah, sure," Hodges mocked. "By the way, Grissom doesn't know everything. He just believes, he does."
"Grissom never said that. He doesn't brag," Greg snapped. The sound of a box smashed down on a desk went along with his plea.
Okay. Time to join in. Greg is worth the trouble anytime. Gil turned the corner and stepped into the lab. "Who doesn't brag?"
Greg startled, and grabbed the box filled with empty tubes. Hodges didn't even wince.
For once Gil was amused by his arrogance and sheer envy.
"Uh... nobody," Greg said, shifting the box senselessly around. "We were just talking hypothetically."
Denial. Well! "Never mind," Gil appeased him. "You aren't busy, are you?"
"Sure, I am," Hodges said, smirking. "I just needed advice about a personal matter."
"No, not really," Greg admitted, glaring at Hodges.
"I see. Come on then, Greg," Gil said, disposed to give Hodges food for thought. "I have to show you something."
"Okay, Grissom," Greg mumbled, letting go of the box at last, wiping his hands on his light-blue coat.
"Well, I can spare a minute, you know," Hodges said, and turned to follow them.
"One is enough for this job," Gil said, making a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Take care of your business."
"Okay. Fine. Whatever." Hodges sneaked away, looking fooled.
Greg was feeling flustered beyond words. Only a few days had passed since Grissom had kissed him. Being so close to Grissom made him feel like a teenager who was in love for the very first time. Even though they were just walking side by side, he was barely able to keep his desire to touch Grissom in check. His excitement increased when he realized that they were going to the darkroom. Shall I look at some photos from a Crime Scene? Isn't this rather the job of a CSI?
Grissom closed the door behind them and switched the warning light on. "Well, why did you defend me?"
"You heard that? Jeez! Why not? I meant what I said. You are a good supervisor and a kick-ass CSI. I meant...."
Grissom pushed him against the wall and cut him off with an almost bruising kiss. At the same time, he pressed his hand against Greg's crotch, stroking his penis through the pants.
Holy shit! What the fuck? Greg gasped into Grissom's mouth, and bucked into the longed for touch.
Grissom broke the kiss, thumbing Greg's lower lip in a seducing slow way. "You were saying?"
"Uh... I don't think, this is the proper spot." Though his hardening cock disagreed.
Grissom rubbed him harder. "Sure!"
Greg sucked a breath. "Don't tease. Take him out."
"I thought this isn't proper?" Yet he unbuttoned Greg's coat and pulled the zipper on his pants down.
"Gee! This's unreal," Greg hissed, digging his fingers into Grissom's shoulders. Can dreams come true or will I wake up shortly? Jerking off by myself.
"Well, well, how about that?" Grissom put his hand inside, seizing Greg's hard cock in a feisty grip. "Our cheeky lab boy sure is ultra horny."
"I'm your cheeky lab boy, if you want me."
"Careful what you wish for." Grissom silenced him with another passionate kiss. He also kept his hand busy by rubbing Greg's cock in a slow but steady rhythm.
Greg whimpered and wriggled, full of delight. He met with Grissom's tongue in sweet competition and jerked his hips, jerked eagerly in the expert hand of his boss.
Grissom moved his lips to Greg's ear. "Did you defend me because you want to get fucked by me?"
"No," Greg moaned, bucking and twitching, keen for a fast and messy climax. "That's not it. I admire your...."
Grissom increased the rubbing speed to the max.
"Oh...oh god, yes..." Greg babbled and stopped thinking straight. "...yeah, that's good... but faster. Harder. I want...." He wrapped his arms around Grissom's neck and muffled his cries into the muscled shoulder. The steady and strong motions he felt grinding against his face were an extra turn on, and it was hard not to bite into the flesh.
"You got it." Not letting up Grissom stroked him to his climax and beyond.
"Ah...yes..." Greg arched against Grissom and spilled his creamy liquid in a blast, by far the sweetest pleasure he had savored in a long time. Gee! This feels real. No doubt about it.
Grissom put Greg's spent penis back in the pants and licked his hand with a satisfied smirk. "Mm. Sweet."
Greg flushed. Still shaking, he pulled his zipper up. "I need to clean myself."
"Go ahead, but be gentle with your precious," Grissom teased, raising an eyebrow.
"But don't you want me to...?" Hey. Don't sound so disappointed. Be cool.
"What? Give me an equal treat? Sure. But not now. You were right before. This isn't the proper spot to go all the way." He run his fingers through Greg's hair and pulled him in for a tender kiss. "All this foreplay stimulates my appetite. When I will be ready to fuck you, we will be both more than satisfied." He stepped back and opened the door. "The coast is clear." He walked out, looking not in the slightest affected by the juicy intermezzo.
Whereas Greg needed a few minutes before he stumbled out of the darkroom and on to the restrooms - where he ran into Hodges. Shit! Why's this guy always around? Why can't he just vanish into thin air?
"Oh look, who's back from Grissom-land," Hodges cheered. "Well, did you learn a vital lesson today?"
You can bet! "Shut up, Hodges, and leave me alone! Can't a man have some privacy? Not even here?"
"Don't freak out," Hodges snarled back like a whipped dog. "This is after all not a private restroom, isn't it?"
"Neither a room to linger around. Or is this a kink of yours?"
"Yeah, right! See you round, fave boy." Off he went, leaving the faucet running.
Greg sighed, and washed his penis and hands. He looked into the mirror over the sink and observed his flushed face and shiny eyes. Holy smoke! I can't go out there right now. Everybody will notice something has happened to me. Nick will notice. He's already suspicious. I have to wait awhile. He leaned against the wall. I can wait - when Grissom can wait, I can wait. But I don't want to wait. Not anymore. Yeah, taking it slow was never my thing, but now I have to play ball, or I might get nothing.