UNCAGED
A slash fiction with Grissom and Aaron from the episode, Caged.
Sexual content, but not extremely explicit
Part III
I.
Gil and Aaron sat on the couch. Dinner was over, and they were watching Them! a classic science fiction movie from the 1950s in which radiation-mutated ants grow to giant size and terrorize the countryside. Gil loved the classic sci fi films from the 1950s...especially the ones with the giant bugs terrorizing everybody, of which there were so many, and he'd brought it over.
As Police Sergeant Ben Peterson (James Whitmore) and his sidekick Trooper Ed Blackburn (Chris Drake) searched the store of Gramps for any clues to his disappearance, Ben lifted up a trap door to the basement and, illuminated by a single swinging light, there was the body of Gramps, eyes wide open, looking up at them. It was a rather eerily shot scene.
At this point, Aaron reached out and took Gil's hand in his. Gil looked over at him with a smile.
They sat there, their two hands resting in the gap between them, and watched the movie.
Gil thought back to the previous Saturday.
Aaron had invited him into the bedroom, holding his hand as they entered the room.
Gil was wearing a turtle neck sweater, which he pulled over his head. Knowing Aaron's propensity for order, not to mention his own, he folded it up and placed it neatly on top of the dresser.
He turned to look at Aaron, who was standing in the middle of the room, watching him...still completely dressed.
Gil walked up to him, and put his hands on Aaron's waist. "Can I help you?" he whispered. He started to pull Aaron's pullover over his head, Aaron let him do so. Then he started to unbutton the buttons of Aaron's shirt. Aaron stood still, eyes skittering this way and that, breathing hard.
Gil slipped off the shirt, revealing Aaron's slender form, wirily muscular. Holding Aaron by the biceps, he gently began kissing his neck, the hollow of his throat, his chest, down to his nipples...then he worked his way back up to his neck and then sought his lips.
Aaron's hands were hanging down loosely, Gil reached down and placed them on his waist, where they remained.
Finally, Gil raised his head and looked into Aaron's eyes. He felt like pushing him over onto the bed and climbing on top of him, but he had to go slow, very slowly.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Aaron looked away, swallowed, blinked. "Yes."
"Okay, then. We're going to go slow. And if you start feeling uncomfortable or don't like what I'm doing, you just tell me to stop and I'll stop, okay? If you don't want to do anything, you just say stop. You're in charge."
"Okay."
"So...do you want to take off your pants?"
Aaron swallowed convulsively, then reached down and started undoing his pants. Gil followed suit.
Aaron folded his slacks over and placed them on the dresser, but didn't take his underwear off...so Gil followed suit. Aaron then sat down, nervously, on the edge of the bed.
"Scooch up," Gil directed him, putting his hands under Aaron's arms. "All the way onto the bed."
Aaron did so. Gil lay beside him, guided one of Aaron's hand onto his waist, then cupped Aaron's cheek in his hand and began to kiss.
After a few seconds, he reached down and placed his hand over Aaron's crotch and gently began to knead.
Aaron jerked his head away, but otherwise didn't move. Gil continued kneading for a couple of minutes, feeling Aaron grow under his fingers.
"Do you like the way this feels?" Gil whispered.
"I...I... stop," said Aaron.
Immediately, Gil removed his hand. He couldn't suppress a chuckle. "That's a bit quicker than I expected," he said.
Aaron remained with his face turned away.
Gil felt the urge to cut to the chase. He knew Aaron wanted it...he just needed a little push. He'd love to just roll over onto the boy, pinion his arms over his head, do a little dominating...do for Aaron what Aaron didn't quite have the nerve to let happen... but he couldn't...Aaron wouldn't understand...
Gil had been lying on his side, watching what he could see of Aaron's face. Now he rolled over on his back and looked at the ceiling.
They stayed that way for several minutes.
Finally, he felt the mattress shift as Aaron turned over. "I just want to sleep,"Aaron said.
Gil didn't change positions, but he looked at Aaron out of the sides of his eyes and forced a smile. "Okay."
Another minute passed.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Of course not, Aaron. It's like you said last week. We have all the time in the world."
"Yes."
"So wake me up when you get up in the morning, so I can leave and you can make sure to catch your bus."
"Okay."
"Good night."
"Good night."
II. Them!
Gil had left the morning after, as soon as Aaron had woken him up, touching his arm briefly and brushing his cheek with his lips, saying, "I'll see you next week."
When he'd come over on this Saturday, Aaron had touched his arm as he'd entered, but otherwise hadn't made any move to kiss him. They had eaten dinner to Nazi Agent, another Conrad Veidt film in which he'd played twin brothers, one an evil Nazi and the other an anti-Nazi immigrant to America. Veidt has to kill his evil brother and take his place, to discover what the evil-Veidt's spy ring was doing in America.
After that...came Them!
Them! finished, with the heroic Ben giving his life to save a couple of kids, the Army flame-throwing the gigantic ants into extinction, and the FBI man, played by James Arness, asking the two scientists if the world was now safe.
"No one knows, Robert. When man entered the atomic age, he opened a door into a new world. What he will eventually find in that new world, nobody can predict."
Aaron reached out with the remote and turned the movie off.
"I... liked that..." he said, smiling at Gil...while simultaneously withdrawing his hand from Gil's grasp, where it had remained since that initial contact.
"It's my favorite 1950s movie," Gil confessed.
Gil looked at the clock...it was 10.30.
"It's 10.30," he told Aaron. "I guess I'd better go."
Ask me to stay... he hoped Aaron would say, but Aaron only bounced up. "Yes. Same time next week?"
"Yes."
Aaron walked him to the door, touched his arm briefly, allowed Gil to brush his cheek with his lips, then closed the door behind him.
Gil stood in the corridor, and took a deep breath. Well...it looked like Aaron had made up his mind. They were going to be just friends.
That was alright, Gil told himself. He enjoyed Aaron's company very much...but that wasn't going to change the fact that he'd need to go home and take a cold shower afterward.
As it was, next time he came over, he'd bring Tarantula. Serve Aaron right!