Title: Can't
Authors: CPWatcher
Email: gsan2@sbcglobal.net
Disclaimer: Just using them for a little while, promise to give them back, sated, but unscathed.
Pairing: Warrick/Grissom
Rating: FRAO
Archive: Taking Chances, the Make Believe Archive, others please drop me a line to let me know where.
Spoilers: None
Category: PWP
Summary: Gil adjusts his life choices.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Beta: Kaelleigh (Again, many thanks!)

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'Can't, shouldn't, don't, won't.' Gil Grissom had lived his life based on those words.

Gil thought about how awkward he had felt dating women, as he knelt on the floor next to the bed, his body between Warrick Brown's spread legs, the younger man lay naked on his stomach, waiting.

Gil thought about the times he was told that 'gay' relationships were wrong, as he ran his hands along Warrick's back and down his thighs.

He thought about all the times he walked away from Warrick because 'you weren't suppose to have sex with your co-workers', as he grabbed two big handfuls of Warrick's ass, squeezing, just this side shy of painful, hearing Warrick moan at the contact.

He thought about how everyone said being 'openly gay would ruin his career', as he spread Warrick's asscheeks apart and breathed in the musky scent, reveling in the fact he was finally able to see that beautiful puckered opening.

He thought about the problems that 'fucking a subordinate' could cause down the line as he licked, sucked, and fucked Warrick's tight hole with his mouth and tongue, Gil's own erection getting painfully harder.

He thought about what the team would say about 'favoritism', as he shoved first one then two gel slicked fingers into the dark haven in Warrick's body.

He thought about how pissed Sara would be, knowing he chose Warrick over her, as he lined up his cock and pushed himself deeply and fully inside the moist, silky heat, hearing Warrick's grunt of satisfaction matching his own.

He thought about how shocked Nick would be, and how Catherine would smile knowingly, as he fucked the young man hard and fast, savoring the pressure on his cock, and the feel of warm skin, as he held Warrick's hips tight.

He thought about the ultimatum Warrick had given, as he pulled his cock almost all the way out of Warrick's body, marveling briefly at the contrast of light into dark, then pushed back in until his balls slapped against Warrick's brown ass.

***

'Can't, shouldn't, don't, won't.' Gil looked over the chessboard with hunger in his eyes, a fire which he quickly banked as Warrick looked up from making his move.

"Look Gil, I'm done with this cat and mouse bullshit between us. I know you want me, and I sure as hell want you. So you have a choice here, man. Either you come over here right now and fuck my ass raw, or you expect my resignation in the morning, because I'm through playing these games. I'd rather get the fuck away from you then continue to go to work each day knowing you want me, but you won't touch me. It's on you, man. What's it gonna be. Fuck me or I get the fuck outta here?"

"Warrick, we can't..."

Warrick shook his head sadly and got up to leave. And Gil Grissom realized that if Warrick Brown walked out that front door he would walk out of Gil's life forever.

"No!" Whether it was shock or fear, something propelled Gil from his seat. He clutched Warrick's arm, spinning the young man back to face him. And then Gil kissed him, hard, angrily, terror-filled.

"No!" he mouthed over Warrick's lips as he thrust his tongue in deeply, forcing Warrick's mouth open, forcing the young man to accept his tongue's exploration. Gil clutched at Warrick's hair, pulling his head back and biting along Warrick's jaw and exposed neck.

"No!" he groaned as Warrick's thigh pushed up against Gil's expanding erection. The older man spinning Warrick around again and pushing him face first against the wall, then plastering himself onto Warrick's back, humping his ass through layers of clothing.

Warrick slid his hands in and unbuttoned his shirt, then unfastened his belt and pants. He toed off his shoes and socks as Gil continued to grind on his ass. Warrick pushed back, forcing Gil away from him.

"No!" Gil moaned helplessly, opening his eyes, stunned at Warrick's actions. Hadn't he asked Gil to fuck him? Then focusing Gil saw the half naked man standing in front of him, cock hard and leaking, pointing out at Gil like an accusation. Without a word, Warrick walked past the older man into the bedroom, shrugged off his shirt, and lay face down on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, spread wide open in invitation.

Gil shed his clothes quickly as he went to the nightstand and retrieved the tube of lube.

****

'Can't, shouldn't, don't, won't.'

Gil thought about how stupid he had been all these years to deny what he felt for this man, as he lay atop Warrick, curling his arms under and around the dark shoulders, his own knees on the bed, pumping roughly into the tight channel, making Warrick feel his need, as he slammed over and over into Warrick's prostate.

"You can't leave me Warrick. I shouldn't have kept you away. I don't want to lose you. I won't let you go." Gil murmured into the back of Warrick's neck as he fucked him with short rapid strokes, feeling his orgasm build white hot in his stomach.

"I love you Warrick. Love you." He groaned as Warrick's muscles clenched around his cock, when the climax was finally fucked out of the CSI with a hoarsely whispered "Gil."

'Can, should, do, will.'

Gil Grissom thought about what he could have lost as he shouted Warrick's name in triumph, pumping his hot essence deep into the body of the man he loved from the moment they first met.

~end~