Emilia fighting savagely with her Muse
"No Muse! Actions is a one shot! Meant only to tease and tempt the readers into choosing their own ending!"
Muse holds Emilia down and bitch slaps her
"Write a second part! With a blushing Gil and a hungover Greg!"
"What if I've waited too long and the readers aren't interested anymore? What if they hate me?"
Muse pets Emilia's head
"They could never hate you, and never be uninterested in Gil and Greg. Especially with me around."
Muse hits Emilia one last time
"Now write the damn second part!"
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Gil sat in his office the next night, unable to work for the streaming thoughts in his head. Thoughts of Greg on top of him, and the taste of Tequila on his tongue, and how long it had been since he'd been that close to anyone. Probably years, three at least he finally concluded. Three long years since he'd experienced anything even remotely sexual that didn't include his hand. And that feeling that rippled through him when Greg had kissed him, that was lust. Pure animalistic lust. The kind that makes you forget everything, your name, your hair color, and the fact that the person causing that feeling is your subordinate, and young enough to be your son.
He ran a hand through his already rumpled hair, and let his forehead fall hard onto his desk. Maybe it would knock some sense into him, and keep him from lusting after spiky haired boys. It was ridiculous after all, he wasn't capable of having a real relationship with anyone. He was emotionally closed off, and...Oh what was it James had said right before he left? Mechanical. Yep, that's what he'd called him. Mechanical. And Sara had confirmed when she had wished she could be like him and quote "not feel anything." He lifted his head up a few inches and let it smack the desktop again.
"Ya know, you keep that up and you're liable to knock something loose." Gil looked up slowly to see a smiling Greg leaning against the doorframe. "Good morning Sunshine!" he said cheerfully walking in and shutting the door behind him. "We need to talk about last night."
Gil let his head thump once more against the desk.
"Keep that up, and you won't be nearly as pretty as you are sans ugly bruise."
Gil sat up then, and noticed the sunglasses Greg was wearing. "Is the hangover the reason for the Ray Charles impersonation?"
"Ha ha chuckles. I'll have you know that bloodshot compliments brown eyes beautifully. These are for shooting lasers at people."
"Why are you here?" Grissom asked feeling uncomfortable at Greg's presence.
The younger man took off the glasses. "I just wanted you to know that I remember everything from last night, start to finish, and that I don't regret any of it."
Grissom's mouth went dry, "You kissed me."
Greg smiled wickedly, "Yeah, that was my favorite part." The smile grew when he saw Grissom's cheeks turn a becoming shade of red. "Don't be embarassed, you were pretty good for a guy caught off guard. But if you're really that upset about your performance, I'd be willing to give you a do over."
Grissom was speechless. Greg had been here less than two minutes, and he was already speechless. He took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. "Seriously Greg, why are you here?"
"I told you I wanted to talk about last night. I enjoyed the kissing part, and was hoping that you would like to continue that after shift."
Grissom shook his head, "I don't think so Greg."
"Why?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why?" Greg repeated. "I want a legitimate reason please."
"I'm your boss."
"I wouldn't expect special treatment, in fact I'd be kinda pissed if I got it. I like to do things on my own. Next."
"I'm 46 years old. I could be your father."
"Jeez, overdramatic much? I'm 31, and my father didn't become a father until he was 39, he's got 24 years on you."
"Greg, I'm not good at relationships. You'd inevitably get hurt."
"I'm not looking for a relationship Grissom. I went down that road, it wasn't for me."
"What do you want us to be then?" Grissom asked not catching on.
"Friends with benefits."
"This just doesn't seem like a good idea to me. Too risky."
"Too risky?" Greg asked incredulously. "This coming from the man who's been known to taste things at crime scenes?"
Grissom pinched the bridge of his nose, "It just wouldn't work out Greg."
"You never know until you try."
Grissom looked at the young man in front of him. He looked sincere, and sounded sincere, and the offer was oh so tempting. It boosted Gil's ego to know that Greg was practically begging him to take him to bed. His ego wasn't the only thing boosted as he thought about being wrapped up in nothing but sheets and Greg. It took only a moment to decide. "You know if anyone ever found out, they'd think I was having a mid-life crisis."
Greg smirked, "Please Gil, I'm cheaper than a sports car."
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Sara pounced on Greg at the end of shift, pinning him against a locker. "I want every single detail, and I want them now."
He played dumb. "What details?"
"Don't bullshit me Greg! I saw Grissom coming out of your apartment last night."
Greg pretended to think for a moment, "Oh! I was out drinking, and Grissom made sure I got home safe. Wasn't that nice of him?" He slithered out of Sara's grip and opened his locker. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got plans."
"With who?" she demanded.
"Oh, a certain guy. About 6 feet tall, pale blue eyes, salt and pepper hair..."
"You man whore!" she shouted. "You lying man whore!"
"Calm down Sara. It's no big deal."
"Then why didn't you tell me about it? I'm your best friend."
"Yes babe, you are, and I'm telling you now. Oh, but just in case don't show up at my apartment unannounced in the next 12 hours. You might catch an eyefull of something you don't want to see." He slammed his locker shut and pranced off. "Ta ta for now."
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Greg unlocked the door and rushed inside. He had ten minutes before Gil was supposed to be there, and he had to do a quick clean up job. He tossed all his dirty clothes in his closet and shut the door, then changed the sheets on his bed, and fished the new toothbrush out from under his sink. There was a sharp knock on the door, and Greg took one last look around the apartment before answering it. "Hey," he said casually, stepping back and allowing Gil in.
"Hello," Gil greeted.
They stared at each other for a moment, before Greg made a move, pushing the older man against the door. His mouth hovered an inch away from Gil's. "What's with me always having to make the first move huh?" He sealed his mouth over the older man's, slipping his tongue in and out in a suggestive motion, and nibbling at his lower lip gently. Without warning, Grissom turned him around so that he was the one pinned against the door.
"How's that for making a move?" Gil asked pushing his hips into Greg's. The younger man just grinned before crashing their lips together again. Greg's fingers deftly worked on the buttons of Gil's shirt, until it was all the way open and he was sliding it down to the floor. He broke the kiss to shuck his own shirt, and Gil's hand found the pierced nipple. He flicked it a few times, sending a shiver down Greg's spine. "This," Gil said leaning down to lick the nipple, "is sexy."
Greg looked at him with eyes the color of scotch, and rubbed their erections together. "Bedroom. Now." Gil pulled him through the living room, and into the familiar bedroom. He was clinging desperately to the other man, licking and sucking the spot just below his ear. Gil's soft moan was the biggest turn on he'd ever experienced in his life. He stepped back and began to strip him self, hands beginning to shake when Gil followed suit.
He pushed his boss back onto the bed, before crawling over top of him. He let his mouth wander from his lips, to his neck, down his chest, then finally stop just above Gil's hardness. He wrapped a hand around the base and swallowed the head at the same time hearing the whoosh of breath that escaped Gil when he did. He felt a hand fist tightly into his hair, not guiding, just resting. He sucked delicately, running his tongue in a circular motion around the tip, feeling the hot skin twitch in his mouth.
Gil was squirming under the wet mouth, and trying to hold out. Watching Greg's spiky hair bob up and down was almost enough to send him over the edge. He clutched the bedspread with one hand, and Greg's hair with the other, intent on making this exquisite torture last. At that moment, Greg let his teeth barely graze over the sensitive skin of his dick, and without warning Gil was cumming hard, bucking his hips off the bed and moaning Greg's name loudly. A few moment's later, Gil felt Greg's weight settle on top of him. He brushed their lips together lightly.
"That," Greg stressed, "was sexy."
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Emilia beats Muse over head with shoe
"This was not supposed to be smutty!"
Muse steals shoe from Emilia and holds it away from her
"Chillax! Everyone loves a good Gil/Greg blowjob scene. We haven't even hit the hardcore stuff yet."
"There won't be any hardcore stuff! This was supposed to be light and sappy. No more sex!"
Emilia storms off and Muse grins evilly
"Until next chapter!"