Lyrics of Hope (4/4)
(Yes! This is the final chapter. Be in awe. )
Greg Sanders had never been more content in all his life. It was hard to believe that he sort of owed his complete and utter joy to one Sara Sidle. After all, if she wouldn't have tried to get him in trouble, Gil wouldn't have screamed, found out the truth, and then asked him to breakfast. They wouldn't have gone out for three months before deciding to buy a house together. If she was still here, he might have kissed her.
One year this weekend, one year from the day that Gil Grissom had asked him to breakfast. Greg was very happy to spend several more years with his supervisor too, until they were both old and wrinkled, and they were getting penile implants like his grandfather.
It had been a long shift, well not really, it was only a single, with a few extra hours, but he was bored! Everyone else had left long before hand. Even Griss, which was odd, but he wasn't one to question it. He had probably gone home to clean up the house, or maybe he had a date at the body farm with one cold dead and bug filled.
Stopping at the last red light before their house… Their house, he would never get over that. It was just so nice to hear. The only person who had been upset by the happening had been Ecklie, of course, anything that Gil did irked that man anyways so that wasn't exactly new, and it had worked in their favor with the sheriff too because there had been some controversy involving him and his force in a homophobic controversy. It had been convenient for him to point out their sexuality.
Pulling into the driveway behind Gil's Tahoe, he couldn't help the silly grin that spread over his face. His lover was home and always made him happy. Practically bouncing up the walk he threw open the door, expecting to find Grissom on the couch with a book or watching a bug special.
"SURPRISE!"
That was not what he expected! There was a huge banner hanging down from the ceiling stating 'Happy First Anniversary Greg and Gil.' There were even little bugs and… CDs on it. Grinning Greg turned to the man standing in the center of all their friends, looking vaguely smug. Well he looked smug until Greg nearly toppled them both with his enthusiastic hug and planted a kiss to his fuzzy cheek. "This is great! You helped in this Griss?"
Gil still found it odd that his smaller lover still preferred to call him Griss instead of Gil half the time, unless they were being completely serious, or were mid orgasm, but he just smiled. Holding up the remote from their CD player, he turned it on. Music began to spill forth, but not the usual music they had. No, it was a mixed CD with song clips from multiple songs, most neither he nor Grissom normally listened to, so he was sure his friends had a hand in it too.
Come on, Come on, get it on, we're riding in a rollercoaster, come on, come on, get it on, we're riding in a rollercoaster of love.
It was perfect bliss. It was nice, sitting around with all his friends, Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Hodges, Archie, and quite a few other lab techs, Lindsey, and especially his lover Grissom, feeding each other cake. It was actually amazing that Gil was letting him do such a thing, but he had calmed a lot since they had gotten together. Public displays outside of work were no longer met with hostility.
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip, so show me yours, I'll show you mine.
Pausing, his fingers partway to Grissom's mouth with cake he raised an eyebrow at the song lyrics. He was rewarded with a lip quirk and a nod over to Lindsey, which made him wonder why in the world Catherine let Lindsey listen to this! However… he might ask to borrow the CD just to hear the rest of the song. Chuckling he stuck the cake into the other's mouth. It was interesting that he and Grissom had gotten their own cake, topped with chocolate covered crickets, which his lover had gotten him hooked on. They tasted like peanuts really.
You've been my inspiration, through the lies you were the truth, my world is a better place, because of you.
Tilting his head up he moved to kiss a tiny bit of vanilla frosting from the other's cheek. However even the best laid plans go wrong, and he was soon twining his frosting free fingers into the hair at Grissom's nape as their lips gently entangled, engaging them both in tiny soft kisses. The rest of the room seemed to drift away while they shared the flavor of the sweet dessert. Once they broke apart though, they were greeted with applause, which made them both turn a dark red.
That's what I love about Sunday, catnapping on the porch swing; you curled up next to me, the smell of jasmine wakes us up.
The rest of the morning was spent just lounging about with friends. Grissom was settled on their comfortable loveseat, left leg up on the cushions while the other rested on the ground, and Greg was settled between the space left behind, head on the other's chest while they chatted happily and caught up on the going ons of their coworkers.
I can fly, but I want his wings. I can shine, even in the darkness, but I crave the light that he brings, revel in the songs that he sings, my angel Gabriel.
The little party finally died off when Greg, almost like a little kid, fell asleep in his arms. Most people didn't assume their pudgy and rather old boss could do it, but he removed himself from behind the other and scooped the sleeping CSI up into his arms as everyone else gave their well wishes, left behind any unopened presents, and began to filter out the front door. Slipping into their bedroom, downstairs as the rooms upstairs were devoted to his vast bug collection and pets, he laid Greg out on the bed.
He was standing there, and I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers. I believe there are angels among us, sent down to us, from somewhere up above, they come to you, and me, in our darkest hours, to show us how to live, to teach us how to give, to guide us with the light of love.
Slipping from the room, he turned off the stereo, smiling at the end of the songs. It was true too, Greg was indeed his angel. He probably would have remained stuck in his life that had no real meaning. He didn't have to worry about that anymore. Toeing off his shoes and socks, he padded barefoot back to the bedroom and once he slipped down to his bug boxers, a gift from the other man, he removed Greg's clothes so he'd be more comfortable. Climbing in beside him, he gave a tiny smile when his smaller lover curled up to his warmth in his slumber.
"Goodnight Greg." He whispered the words into the boy's spiked hair and held him close. He could honestly picture spending the rest of his life with this child in a man's body.
The End
Alllll done. Wootness. So what did you think? Too corny? Goofy? In addition, just for a note, I have had chocolate covered crickets and they Do taste like a peanut, but... a different kind of crunchy from a peanut. They are pretty good.