Talking is overrated
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI:Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: PG13
Category: Romance, Humor
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I love them dearly.
Summary: They settle a misunderstanding.
Warning: Slash, M/M, Spoiler for "Chaos Theory"
Feedback: Yes, please. It's the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: November 2004
Revised: June 2025
Beta: Erika
Word Count: 973
Gil locked the door. "Greg! Are you home?"
No answer.
"Greg?!"
Not a sound from any room.
"Strange. He said he would be home early." Gil threw the keys on the kitchen board and switched the TV on. Upcoming was a documentary about ants on the Discovery Channel. The study of insects was one of the things he took pleasure in. Well, the goofball he took more pleasure in was not available. Right, ... Gil pulled his jacket off and entered the bathroom.
And there was Greg, sitting in the bathtub, covered in foam up to his neck.
Gil stopped in his tracks. "Hey! Why didn't you answer me? I thought you weren't home."
Greg didn't respond but stared at the steamed up tiles.
"Since when do you take a bubble bath by yourself?" Gil got rid of his pants. "Were you waiting for me to join you?"
Greg shook his head.
"Why not? It's not the first time we..."
Greg stood up; water and foam were running down his slender body. His displayed nakedness was sudden and - tempting.
He's adorable. Definitely more exciting than ants, Gil pondered and reached for Greg.
Though Greg shoved his hand away and left the bathtub. Not grabbing a towel to cover himself up he walked into the living room.
"Greg, what is it?" Gil followed him.
Greg fetched a beer from the fridge and gave him a weird look.
Gil stared stunned at naked Greg. Not because he was naked but because he stood there like a non-talking statue. What is this? A new way to seduce or confuse me? A unique role play?
Greg put the beer on the table and went to the bedroom.
Gil stayed put; undecided. Is this the signal to follow him? But why doesn't he talk to me? Since when is he the silent type?
Greg was back, wearing shorts now. Not minding Gil, he slumbered onto the sofa.
"Did you take a vow of silence?" Gil snapped. "Quit it now. It's getting on my nerves."
Greg shot him a dirty look.
Gil returned the look equally disapproving. A look commonly feared by CSI's and lab workers.
Yet Greg didn't lower his eyes. Why, no. He kept staring Gil down.
That's a first, Gil thought, now taken by this unusual game. Never before, Greg had dared to look at him like this for that long. Greg had always been the talker, babbling on and on and driving him nuts with it. Oh no. Enlightenment fell upon Gil. Greg's non-talking is because of me. I told him to stop talking today. I insulted him. "Are we paying you by the word?" had been his brush off at the lab. Greg had silenced and had given him the test results, positively pouting. That was the last time they had seen each other at work.
Well, I see. My boy is lecturing me. A sly smile teased Gil's lips. That's a problem I'm able to solve. Silent as well, he approached Greg, hovering above him.
Greg didn't look awed or intimidated. He didn't even blink.
Well. That's hot. He shoved Greg on his back.
A wide-eyed look but not the tiniest sound was the response.
Gil's excitement grew rapidly. He got on top of Greg and tickled the pale skin at the uncovered ribs.
Greg wriggled to get rid of Gil, and pressed his lips together, obviously trying not to laugh.
Gil had no mercy and tickled him a good deal more.
Greg tried to fight him off, but it was too late. He burst out laughing.
Gil didn't let go anyway.
"Stop!" Greg blurted, convulsing with laughter.
"Ah, at last he talks," Gil said smugly. "A word I have to pay for." He lowered down and kissed Greg's mouth. The laughter stilled.
Gil rose.
Greg muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?" Gil wondered. "I wasn't able to catch it." He bent down again, licking along Greg's neckline. Fresh laughter satisfied and thrilled Gil. He wanted Greg. The ants on the Discovery Channel were forgotten. Smoothly he kissed down Greg's trembling chest, then charged at the left nipple, teasing and nipping thoroughly.
Greg kept wriggling against his grip, but he was bluffing. He felt close to surrender.
"Talk!" Gil confronted him. "I'll pay up for every word."
Greg shook his head.
All right! Gil took care of Greg's right nipple, nipping harder.
Greg groaned.
Gil went further down and put a lingering kiss on the bulging spot in the shorts. "At least a certain someone is still sensational talkative."
Greg shuddered and bucked his hips. Yet he kept silent.
Gil schmoozed Greg's navel with his tongue. Dipping in and out, he licked it delightfully wet.
Greg went soundless.
Gil trailed further down - and tugged at Greg's shorts.
Greg stopped breathing.
Time to put all the eggs in one basket, Gil considered and straightened up. "Sorry. This is wrong. I insulted you and you have every right..."
"No," Greg disagreed, nestling against him.
Gil repressed a satisfied grin. "No? Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Greg whispered, seizing Gil by the arms.
"Are you giving in?"
"Yeah."
"Will you talk to me?"
"Yeah."
Gil exposed Greg's leaking hardness. "Promise me."
Greg arched up. "I'll promise you anything, just don't stop."
Gil laughed. "It's always nice to hear you begging - Greggo." He leaned down and sweetened his arrogance with the dearest kiss.
Greg entangled him in his grip. "It's always nice to have you make up to me - boss." He undressed Gil in a rush. "But let's talk later."
"Well, I'll have to consider," Gil kept teasing him.
"Please." Greg rubbed his body along Gil's.
"Agreed." Gil seized Greg's shaft. "Talking is way overrated anyway."
Though not a single word was spoken for some time they understood each other just fine.
