Title: Confession
By: Tara Keezer
Rating: R
Pairing: Grissom/???
Classification: CSI
Warnings: Slash.
Summary: One Halloween, Gil hears a confession from...someone.
Disclaimer: CSI isn’t my baby, which is probably just as well, all things considered.

Gil slouched in the doorway to Catherine’s darkened home office, holding his drink as he watched his work family relax and unwind. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to join them; rather, it was that he would prefer to participate from a distance. After all, someone needed to remain sober for the event, if only to be able to blackmail the rest during the year to come.

He was about to take a small sip of his soda when a pair of hands reached around his waist and pulled him gently backward into the room, well out of sight of the rest of the party. The motion was smooth enough that Gil didn’t stumble, and he was among friends, so he didn’t panic at the thought of someone behind him.

Before Gil could turn his head to see who was behind him, a low voice whispered roughly, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

The confession was punctuated by slow pelvic thrust and grind. It took only a moment for him to consider his possible responses before curiosity — and yes, interest — won out over sensibility.

“Go on.” He pushed back slightly to confirm that there was indeed an erection behind him. Gil chose to be flattered.

“It’s been at least two years since my last confession.” The man kissed Gil behind his right ear before moving down to nibble on his neck. It was just enough pain at just the right spot to surprise an embarrassing sound out of Gil. “And in that time, I’ve felt lust in my heart for a man. A good man.”

Gil gasped as his “parishioner” bit down a little harder and sucked. Up until that moment, the idea of anonymous sex had always been a bit of a turn off for Gil, but he was beginning to see the appeal.

“You know that lust is a mortal —” The man’s left hand wandered upward and managed to find Gil’s nipple through the lightweight polyester of the costume he’d worn for the party.

“Sin. Yeah, I know,” came the hoarse response.

Gil still didn’t know who was behind him, though judging by height and the color of the man’s hands, he’d narrowed it down to — too many suspects. Obviously, he was a coworker, but there were a number of men who were all roughly the same height as the one behind him. Any of them could have gotten drunk enough to pull a stunt like this, but even so, Gil was sure he could identify him. All he had to do was maintain enough objectivity to think his way through to the solution.

Too bad objectivity went out the window when the man’s right hand reached down to cup Gil’s hardening dick and grope him. It wasn’t just any old grope, either. Whoever it was behind him was an expert at giving a hand job. He used just enough pressure to keep Gil excited — and unable to think clearly — but not enough to bring him off too quickly.

He wanted to ask the man for more information — his name, for instance — but all Gil was able to spit out was, “More.”

The response was a low chuckle and a quick squeeze. That was followed by a slower squeeze and slight twist. In a harsh whisper, he said, “For two years, all I’ve dreamed of is fucking him senseless.” He licked Gil’s neck, soothing away the irritation of the love bite. “Having him fuck me senseless.”

Gil whimpered as the hand started to speed up.

“And tonight, I just —” A hard draw upward on his dick had Gil thrusting mindlessly in response. “— Just snapped. No man should look that hot in a cassock.”

More. All he needed was a little bit more pressure and a little bit more friction, and then maybe his brain would go back to being in his head again, where it belonged, instead of taking up residence in his dick. Gil tried to grasp the hand working him, but his motor control was shattered by an unexpectedly strong orgasm. Once then twice more, he bucked toward the hand that held him before he slumped against — against —

The man whispered, “Thank you,” before leaning Gil against the wall and moving away. It took a moment for Gil to shake off his lethargy and look around, and by that time, the office was empty but for him.

“Damn.”

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