Title: Ritual Cleansing
Author: EbIv
Author's e-mail: EbonyIvory013@aol.com
Author's webpage: http://angst-queen-98.livejournal.com
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I don't WANT to own them, I'm just having some fun with them. I own nothing so suing me is a pointless endeavor. This is a not-for-profit venture.
Pairing: Warrick/Grissom
Archive: Only to the list website and Michael's page
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of
Category: Angst/PWP
Summary: Gil's bad day has a much better ending.

Ritual Cleansing
by EbIv

Gil Grissom sighed in relief as he entered his condo. Here, at last, he could shut out the noise and confusion of the world around him, at least for a little while.

It had been a rough shift. They'd found the body of a severely beaten young boy, probably age ten or so. An autopsy had confirmed the suspicion of sexual abuse. Dr. Robbins found evidence suggesting the abuse had occurred over an extended period of time, perhaps a week or more.

The death of a child always hit Grissom hard. But this one had been particularly bad. It hadn't taken long to identify the boy. He'd been reported missing from his grandmother's home two weeks ago. A runaway, who'd fallen prey to the horrors of the streets. It was so senseless.

Scrubbing wearily at his face, Gil decided he needed a shower before he could put the day behind him. Hanging his jacket in the hall closet, he walked into the bedroom and stripped out of his clothes, tossing them in the hamper. Grabbing his robe from the foot of the bed, he shrugged into it then switched on the stereo. His favorite classical station was already tuned in, so he turned up the volume before heading into the master bathroom.

Taking off his robe, he adjusted the controls for the shower. When he judged it to be hot enough, he stepped in, gasping as the hot water hit his skin. Closing his eyes, Grissom turned his back to the spray, tilting his head to wet his hair.

On days like this, Gil could happily stay under the stream of water until he'd exhausted his tank's hot water capacity. The water both soothed and refreshed him, and for awhile he could forget about the outside world.

He wondered idly where Warrick was at this moment. The younger man's day hadn't gone any better, Grissom knew. He'd been called to testify in court, and the defense attorney had been ruthless, attacking Warrick on every front. But the CSI had stayed cool, and no fault had been found with his evidence gathering.

Grissom had invited him out to dinner to celebrate, but Warrick had already made plans with Nick. The two were close in age, and were good friends. At the moment, Nick was trying to find a new place to live. There had been another security breach in his building, and he didn't feel safe staying. Warrick had agreed to go with him and give him a second opinion on a townhouse he'd found.

Wishing his lover were here, Grissom sighed as he poured some shampoo into his palm. Realistically, he knew he and Warrick had to be discreet, and part of that meant maintaining other relationships to avoid suspicion. But on nights like this, he damned that need.

Rubbing the shampoo into his scalp, Grissom worked up a good lather, taking his time with it. He closed his eyes, about to turn around and let the water rinse him off when he felt a cool breeze from somewhere.

"Let me help you with that," a familiar deep voice suggested.

"Warrick!" Grissom fought the urge to cover himself. Though they had been lovers for several months, they had never shared a shower, and Grissom felt ridiculously self-conscious. To cover, he asked, "What are you doing here? I thought you were with Nick, looking at property."

"I was," the younger man shrugged. "And we did. I think he's going to take it. It looks pretty good. More space than where he is now, and it's in a better neighborhood. But enough about him." Leaning down, he gently kissed his lover. "I wanted to be with you. Hope you don't mind? I know you usually like to shower alone--"

"What?" Grissom blinked. "What makes you think that?"

"You never asked me to share," Warrick explained.

God, it's a wonder we even got this far, Grissom realized. He shook his head, grinning ruefully. "In case you haven't noticed, I have a hard time asking for something. And I keep forgetting you're not psychic, I guess."

"So you don't mind?" the younger man asked, grinning. "Cool, I'll remember that." He stole another kiss, then stepped back, turning them around so he could rinse the soap out of his lover's hair. Leaning close, he growled, "I'm going to show you how to get really clean, lover."

Gil groaned, his heart racing at the suggestive tone. He knew from experience what those talented fingers could do to his body and his cock responded to the imagery by hardening.

Closing his eyes, Grissom leaned back against the other man, content to give himself over into Warrick's care.

Warrick's throat constricted at the display of trust. He knew Grissom's track record with relationships was no better than his own. To be honest, while he'd fantasized for a long time about getting the older man into his bed, he hadn't believed it possible. And the reality surpassed any of his dreams.

Gil Grissom proved to be as passionate in his loving as he kept himself distant to his staff. To Warrick's surprise, the older man preferred to let him take the lead in their loving. Not to say he didn't give as good as he got, though.

Reaching for the liquid soap, Warrick squirted some into his palm to let it warm for a moment. Rubbing his hands together, he spread the soap over his lover's broad back in ever widening circles. He kept the touch light, his intent not to arouse just yet.

Grabbing the washcloth hanging over the stall, Warrick wet it and dribbled the water over Grissom's back. He grinned, watching the play of muscles as the other man reacted. Soon after they'd become lovers, Grissom had admitted how much being in the water turned him on. Tonight, Warrick intended to take advantage of that to the fullest.

Squatting down, he soaped the stocky legs next, taking care to avoid the genitals. But he couldn't resist leaning forward and placing several kisses on the white cheeks in front of him.

Grissom moaned, leaning forward and bracing against the wall as he spread his legs. The moan turned to a yelp when a sharp nip surprised him, but it was quickly followed by a soothing tongue. The sensation shot straight to his groin, and he tensed, leaning his head against his arm.

Standing up, Warrick pressed close against Grissom's back, his arms closing around his lover's waist. Nuzzling Grissom's neck, he then trailed a path of kisses along the shoulders while his hands explored the firm abs.

"I love you, man," he whispered. "I love watching you like this."

Grissom turned, shielded from most of the spray of water by his lover's height. Eyes bright, he said, "I love you, too."

They shared a gentle kiss, then Warrick reached for the soap again. This time he lingered, his fingers playing with the taut nipples and petting through the chest hair.

Gil placed his hands over his head, and Warrick took the invitation. Squeezing out more soap, he rubbed his hands over the ribcage, then up to the arms. Leaning forward, he stole another kiss, locking their hands together.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Grissom broke the handhold, trailing his hands downward, pulling Warrick tight against him and grinding their hips together. He could feel his own cock's hardness echoed in the hot shaft pressed against his groin and it excited him even further.

Breaking the kiss, he gasped, "Warrick, I need. . ."

"Shhhh," the younger man soothed. "I know, babe. Me too." It was true. Watching Grissom's reactions fueled his own desire, urging him on. He turned them around, so that the water hit Grissom's back. Â
Sinking to his knees, Warrick looked up at his lover, the intense emotion in the blue eyes making him glad he'd joined Grissom tonight.

Seeing Warrick on his knees, knowing his intent, threatened Gil's control. He wanted to tangle his hands in the thick hair, pull his lover close and pump into that hot mouth. But this was Warrick's show. The younger man always seemed to know just how far to take it, and Grissom wasn't about to second guess him.

Leaning forward and opening his mouth, Warrick took just the tip of Grissom's cock in, closing his lips around it sucking gently. He opened his mouth slightly, taking in more and repeating the process. Grissom's hands were threaded in his hair, holding him in place, but not demanding.

Warrick alternated sucking and licking the hard rod, letting it slide nearly out of his mouth before taking the length in again. When Grissom started pumping his hips, the younger man knew he wouldn't last much longer. He increased the suction, reaching out to fondle his lover's balls.

Grissom moaned, humping faster. He could feel the subtle shifts in his body. Climax was close, now. A few more strokes and he stiffened with a gasp, shooting his seed into his lover's mouth.

Warrick swallowed it eagerly, not releasing his lover until he felt the other man begin to soften. Backing off, he climbed to his feet, where Grissom pulled him into a lingering kiss. He humped forward, reminding the other man that he still needed attention.

Grissom took the hint, reaching down and grasping Warrick's cock without breaking their kiss. Opening his mouth, he deepened the contact, even as his hand quickened its pace.

Desperate now for completion, Warrick broke the kiss, hugging Grissom tight and resting his head on his lover's shoulder.

Grissom supported Warrick, whispering, "Give it to me. C'mon, Warrick, let it go! You know you want to."

The younger man pumped against his lover's hand, the friction a sweet torture, and finally it sent him over the edge. At the moment of climax, Warrick bit into Grissom's shoulder.

Once spent, Warrick backed off, gulping in breaths of air. "Shit, man. Been a long time since I've done it like that." He noticed the red mark on Grissom's shoulder. A shadow flickered across his expression, and he reached out, running a hand over the angry mark. "I'm sorry, Gil."

"Don't be." The other man shrugged, turning to shut off the water. When he turned back, he smiled at his lover. "It just means that I did it right."

"Huh?" Warrick clearly didn't follow the logic.

"I got you to lose it You were so hot, you didn't think about it." Stepping out of the shower, Grissom wrapped a towel around his waist, then motioned for Warrick to follow him. Grabbing another towel, he used it to begin drying off his lover.

"You always get me to lose it, in case you hadn't noticed," Warrick retorted dryly. "I'm still waiting for the day that I can get you to make some serious noise."

"Mmm." Grissom yawned. "I think the only serious noise I'm making for the rest of tonight is some snores. Can you stay awhile?" As part of their effort to be discreet, they usually didn't spend the entire night together. But it was still early enough to avoid suspicion.

"Yeah." Warrick took the towel from Grissom, draping it around his partner and bringing him close for a lingering kiss. "I think that can be arranged."

They climbed into bed, and Warrick instantly found his arms full of naked, damp Grissom. The other man fell asleep within seconds, and the realization touched Warrick. He knew that his lover occasionally had trouble sleeping, though Grissom never talked about it.

He wasn't tired, not yet, but it felt good to hold Gil like this. Warrick felt awed that Grissom trusted him enough to let his guard down. Maybe not all the way. The younger man doubted anyone would ever really know the real Gil Grissom. But he also knew that few folks knew him even this well.

And that was just fine with him. With a contented smile, Warrick gently kissed Grissom's forehead and closed his eyes, drifting into a light sleep.

Fin-