Chapter Three: A night better than the rest.

At Grissom's, the next day

Greg woke up after just two hours of sleep. The nightmares of the last five months spent with Frank kept waking him up. One time it was so bad that Grissom had come to check on him. At that time Greg felt more embarrassed than he had ever been, but grateful.
Grissom had been sitting at his bedside, running a hand through his sweat soaked hair. It had been a nice feeling. Greg had had one too many dreams of lying with his head in Grissom's lap, feeling his hand petting or running through his hair. Dreaming of Grissom calling him his Beautiful boy and in some dreams 'my own' or 'pet'.
Greg had hoped from the first moment he had laid eyes on Grissom, that one day, he would become his pet.

This time when he woke up Grissom was standing over him on the bed, with Greg's arms secured tightly over his head.

"Greg, you are okay here. No one is hurting you, you hear me? Greg?"

Greg was hyperventilating and panicking. The reason he had started dating Frank was because he looked like Grissom. He already wired up by the dreams, and with Grissom leaning over him, he started to struggle to get out.

"NO, FRANK. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME. I'VE BEEN GOOD, I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING. PLEASE FRANK!"

"Open your eyes Greg, come on Greg be a good boy. Open your eyes for me baby boy."

He slowly stopped fighting and opened his eyes, his breathing still fast and uneven, but better.

"That's it Greg, take a deep breath for me baby boy. That's it! I'm going to let go of you now, okay?"

Slowly he felt the gripe loosen up and Grissom got of the bed, the water was running on the bathroom and a minute later a cold cloth was washing away the sweat from his forehead.

"Turn over; I'll put some more cream on your back."

Greg did what he was told, and relaxed as the hands ran over his back in smooth circular motions over the wounds.

"Want to tell me what that was about?"

Greg kept quiet. He didn't really want to tell, but after this all of his help, he guessed Grissom deserved to know.

"I, I met Frank in an S&M Chat room. We chatted for a long time before we decided to meet. Then we started going out. He was good for a while, but he got rougher and rougher. And then one night I was running late from work, and he accused me for cheating on him, and then he kind of crossed the line."

"So you like to role play?" Gil asked, feeling Greg really didn't want to talk.

"Yeah, I guess"

"You guess?" Greg could hear the CSI in Grissom was in full mode.

"Yeah, a girl I dated in college was in to it, she introduced me to it. I guess I liked it."

Grissom stood up from the chair, and walked over to the bathroom, to refresh the cloth again.

"Okay, how long have you been in to guys?"

The cloth was dragged over his back with care, before he felt the bed dip and Grissom was laying beside him.

"How long Greg?"

"I, I kind of …" Greg's sentence ended in a faint whisper. He felt arms wrap around him.

"You kind of what"

"I kind of never have been in to guys before three years ago. I had never been with one until Frank came along. I was waiting for the one that caught my eye, you know?

"Yeah, I know." Was the only reply. "Let's get some sleep. We'll call in sick tomorrow"

A thin laughter escaped from Greg.

"What? You don't think I can stay away from work for a day or maybe two?"

"Nope." Greg answered with the all-knowing Lab boy smile.

A/N: I'm on holiday and it is very small chances I'll be logging on until I get home. At the moment I just some wireless web to someone I don't know. So I will update some more as fast as I can.. R&R people! Oww, I need a beta... So if anyone would just send a PM to me...

Chapter Three: A night better than the rest.

At Grissom's, the next day

Greg woke up after just two hours of sleep. The nightmares of the last five months spent with Frank kept waking him up. One time it was so bad that Grissom had come to check on him. At that time Greg felt more embarrassed than he had ever been, but grateful.
Grissom had been sitting at his bedside, running a hand through his sweat soaked hair. It had been a nice feeling. Greg had had one too many dreams of lying with his head in Grissom's lap, feeling his hand petting or running through his hair. Dreaming of Grissom calling him his Beautiful boy and in some dreams 'my own' or 'pet'.
Greg had hoped from the first moment he had laid eyes on Grissom, that one day, he would become his pet.

This time when he woke up Grissom was standing over him on the bed, with Greg's arms secured tightly over his head.

"Greg, you are okay here. No one is hurting you, you hear me? Greg?"

Greg was hyperventilating and panicking. The reason he had started dating Frank was because he looked like Grissom. He already wired up by the dreams, and with Grissom leaning over him, he started to struggle to get out.

"NO, FRANK. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME. I'VE BEEN GOOD, I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING. PLEASE FRANK!"

"Open your eyes Greg, come on Greg be a good boy. Open your eyes for me baby boy."

He slowly stopped fighting and opened his eyes, his breathing still fast and uneven, but better.

"That's it Greg, take a deep breath for me baby boy. That's it! I'm going to let go of you now, okay?"

Slowly he felt the gripe loosen up and Grissom got of the bed, the water was running on the bathroom and a minute later a cold cloth was washing away the sweat from his forehead.

"Turn over; I'll put some more cream on your back."

Greg did what he was told, and relaxed as the hands ran over his back in smooth circular motions over the wounds.

"Want to tell me what that was about?"

Greg kept quiet. He didn't really want to tell, but after this all of his help, he guessed Grissom deserved to know.

"I, I met Frank in an S&M Chat room. We chatted for a long time before we decided to meet. Then we started going out. He was good for a while, but he got rougher and rougher. And then one night I was running late from work, and he accused me for cheating on him, and then he kind of crossed the line."

"So you like to role play?" Gil asked, feeling Greg really didn't want to talk.

"Yeah, I guess"

"You guess?" Greg could hear the CSI in Grissom was in full mode.

"Yeah, a girl I dated in college was in to it, she introduced me to it. I guess I liked it."

Grissom stood up from the chair, and walked over to the bathroom, to refresh the cloth again.

"Okay, how long have you been in to guys?"

The cloth was dragged over his back with care, before he felt the bed dip and Grissom was laying beside him.

"How long Greg?"

"I, I kind of …" Greg's sentence ended in a faint whisper. He felt arms wrap around him.

"You kind of what"

"I kind of never have been in to guys before three years ago. I had never been with one until Frank came along. I was waiting for the one that caught my eye, you know?

"Yeah, I know." Was the only reply. "Let's get some sleep. We'll call in sick tomorrow"

A thin laughter escaped from Greg.

"What? You don't think I can stay away from work for a day or maybe two?"

"Nope." Greg answered with the all-knowing Lab boy smile.

A/N: I'm on holiday and it is very small chances I'll be logging on until I get home. At the moment I just some wireless web to someone I don't know. So I will update some more as fast as I can.. R&R people! Oww, I need a beta... So if anyone would just send a PM to me...