Serious Fun
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Smut
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Summary: Grissom grasps an opportunity
Disclaimer: I donīt own them but I love them dearly.
Warnings: SLASH, M/M
Feedback: Yes, please. Itīs the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: August 2003
It was a slow night in the lab. Grissom was on the way to his office. Boring paperwork was waiting for him. A loud and excited conversation drew his attention away from documents and data.
"Come on, you only work so hard to impress Grissom. Thatīs the true reason. Just admit it," David Hodges claimed sarcastically.
Hodges was the one person Grissom didnīt want to see right now. The one human being he tried to avoid as much as possible. Better to stay out of this. I donīt care with whom he argues.
"Whatīs your point? Why shouldnīt I want to impress him? He is the best supervisor, because he knows literally everything."
Greg! Grissom stopped immediately, indecisive.
"Besides, itīs not true," Greg continued. "I do it for science, for the truth."
"Sure," Hodges mocked. "By the way, Grissom doesnīt know everything. He just believes, he does."
"Grissom never said that. He doesnīt brag," Greg replied angrily.
Amused, Grissom decided to join in. Greg was worth the trouble anytime. "Who doesnīt brag?"
Greg startled, appalled, while Hodges smiled arrogantly. Obviously, he didnīt admire Grissom as much as Greg did. That amused Grissom even more.
"Nobody," Greg lied. "We were just talking hypothetically."
Denial. Well! "Never mind. You arenīt busy, are you?"
"Yes, I am," Hodges insisted cheekily.
"No, not really," Greg admitted honestly.
"I see. Come with me Greg. I have to show you something."
"Okay, Grissom," Greg mumbled, glad to get away from Hodges.
Curious, Hodges wanted to follow them.
"Havenīt you work to do? Go on!" Grissom ordered determined. Hodges had no choice but to watch them leaving, looking fooled.
Greg felt extremely nervous. 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 first time. Even if they were just walking side by side. He realized surprised that they went to the darkroom. Shall I look at some photos from a Crime Scene?
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 I...."
Without a warning, Grissom pushed him against the wall and cut him off with an almost bruising kiss. At the same time, he pressed his hand against Gregīs crotch and began to stroke him through the pants. Grissom broke the kiss, lingering.
"I donīt think, this is the right place," Greg gasped.
Grissom rubbed him harder and faster.
Greg breathed in deeply, not being able to finish the sentence.
Grissom smiled maliciously. "I think this is exactly the right place."
"Donīt tease me," Greg started begging. "Go inside, please."
"Who said this isnīt the right place?" But Gregīs pleading turned him soft and carefully he pulled the zipper down to put his hand inside. Embracing Gregīs hard cock, he mumbled: "Well, well, well, our little lab boy is very horny."
"Iīm your little lab boy, if you want me."
Touched, Grissom silenced him with another passionate kiss, while he kept his hand busy by rubbing Gregīs cock in a steady rhythm.
Greg whimpered and wriggled, full of delight. His tongue met with Grissomīs in sweet competition.
Slowly, Grissom was moving his lips to Gregīs ear. "Maybe you did defend me because you want to get fucked by me?"
"No," Greg moaned. "Thatīs not true. I admire your...."
Grissom rubbed him more firmly.
Greg didnīt object. He simply couldnīt. "Faster. Yes. More. I need more. I want...." He lost it. His voice broke, his mind drifted off. He wrapped his arms around Grissomīs neck and muffled his cries into Grissomīs shoulder. Grissom stroked him determined to his climax. Gregīs tensed body arched against Grissomīs and his creamy liquid was spilled. Greg felt the sweetest pleasure in a long time.
Grissom let go of him and licked his hand with a satisfied smirk. "Mmmh. Sweet."
Greg blushed, flattered. He pulled his zipper up. "I have to clean myself."
"Yes, go ahead, but be gentle with your precious, it deserves it," Grissom teased, smiling.
"But donīt you want me to....?"
"What? Giving me the same pleasure? Sure. But not now. You were right before. This isnīt the right place. I can wait." He put a hand in Gregīs hair and pulled him close to kiss him once more - tenderly. "All this stimulates my appetite even more. When I will be ready to fuck you for good we will be both more than satisfied." Grissom opened the door and walked out, leaving a speechless Greg alone.
Finally, minutes later, he stumbled out of the darkroom and went to the restrooms - where he ran into Hodges. Shit!
In expectation of having a good time by mocking Greg, Hodges smirked. "Oh look, who is back from Grissom-land. Did you learn something new today?"
You can bet! "Shut up, Hodges, and leave me alone! Canīt a man have some privacy?"
Surprised by Gregīs harsh tone, Hodges had no answer ready and left.
Greg sighed, relieved, and washed his hands. He looked into the mirror over the sink and observed his flushed face and shiny eyes. Good Heavens! I canīt go out there right now. Everybody will notice what has happened to me. Nick will notice. He is already suspicious. I have to wait awhile. He leaned against the wall. I can wait - when Grissom can wait, I can wait. But I donīt want to wait. Not anymore.
