Title: Everybody loves Greg
By: wojo62
Rated: NC-17 - PWP (both het and slash)
Summary: Greg's work day takes an unexpected course.
This is something my warped mind came up with in a spur of the moment, it's Self-Beta'd and it's probably totally ridicules. It is meant to be fun though.

Greg ran into the lab at full speed almost knocking Sara down in the process. He was late again, he had a legitimate reason, or he would as soon as he could think of one.

"You're so late Greg, Grissom's going to have your ass!" Sara said smirking.

"No shit Sherlock, I had no idea I was late...duh!" Greg said sarcastically as he ran off down the hall.

He headed into the locker room to put his jacket away and change his shoes. He looked at his watch again, why did he keep doing this? He decided to go to Grissom's office and face up to his crime. 'Maybe Grissom wouldn't even notice, maybe he was out of the office, and maybe... maybe monkeys will climb out my ass.' He thought to himself.

No such luck though, Grissom was in his office and he did notice Greg's absence. He looked up at Greg with annoyance and removed his glasses. Then smiled.

"I'm so sorry I'm late...you see ..there was a big pile up on the freeway...and..." He was interrupted.

"It's alright Greg, because I love you. I forgive you." Gil said

"Huh?" Greg asked.

"I love you, now come over here so I can show you how much." Gil spoke strangely like he was under a spell.

Greg was both horrified and intrigued. Just how did Gil plan to show his love for him, he didn't know but something made him want to find out. He stepped over to his boss's desk and suddenly he was pulled in for a kiss, one that left him breathless.

"Take down your jeans Greg, so I can show my love for you." Gil instructed.

Then Sara's words came back to him: "Grissom's going to have your ass!" and he just laughed out loud as he found himself bent over on Grissom's desk with his boss's cock buried deep in his ass. Gil pumped into him deep and hard, and Greg was loving every moment. Grissom's orgasm hit him just as Catherine walked through the door, dropping all the files she was carrying onto the floor.

"Well, well, boys I can I join in the fun." Catherine asked with excitement in her voice.

"I'm done here," Grissom stated. " but feel free to continue, I have to be somewhere."

"Hey Catherine." Greg said nervously. "Maybe I should go too."

"Nonsense, you are staying right here with me, you know why?" She asked smiling wickedly.

"Why?" Greg answered.

"Because, I love you. I want to show you how much." She said coming closer and pulling down her pants.

Greg just stared at her in disbelief, he could not believe this was happening as Catherine kissed him hard, pulling him to the floor. He lay on his back looking up at her as she straddled him. She lowered herself onto his still rigid cock and rocked furiously. She came hard screaming his name but Greg was still hard as a rock. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was gone.

"What the fuck is going on?" He said to himself as he headed to the mens room. He has been fucked twice already by both his supervisors but he didn't have an orgasm himself. He entered the mens room determined to jerk himself off in private. He went into the nearest stall to relieve himself when he heard voices.

"Are you sure he's in here Nick?" Warrick asked.

"Greg?" Nick asked. "Are you in here?"

Greg didn't answer in hopes they'd go away and leave him be. After all he had pressing business to take care of and he didn't want to explain his situation to the two of them. His hopes of being alone faded as he heard banging on the stall door.

"We know you're in there Greggo." Nick said pounding on the door.

"Yeah, man, open up and let us in." Warrick pleaded.

"W...why?" Greg stammered.

"Open up and see." Nick suggested.

Greg reluctantly opened the door after tucking himself back into his jeans. One look at Nick and Warrick he knew he should not have bothered. They were smiling at him, their hard-ons obvious through their jeans. They pushed their way into the stall to join him.

"Don't tell me," Greg said trying to back away but running out of room. "You guys love me and you want to show me how much."

"How'd you know." Warrick said, his voice growing deeper.

"Lucky guess." Greg responded.

Soon Greg found himself sandwiched between the two of them. Warrick was behind him, Greg sucked in a breath as Warrick entered him. Moving in and out in a fast and steady rhythm. Nick was kissing him hard, his tongue exploring Greg's mouth, while he ground his erection into Greg's. Greg thought he was going to loose his mind from the pleasure. All three men moved as one as the fucking, grinding, and kissing continued. Warrick was the first to cum, deep in Greg's ass. Then Nick pumped his seed all over Greg's cock and stomach. Greg of course didn't cum, he was still hard. The guys thanked Greg and left the mens room.

Greg decided home was the best place for him and he left the building and fled to the parking lot. Where he found Sara propped up against his car, arms folded in front of her. He almost turned and ran but something made him stay, he walked slowly towards her.

"Hey Sara, I have to go now." Greg said trying to move around her so he could get into his car.

"Greg, I love you." Sara said seductively, and taking hold of his wrist to stop him.

"I know, and you want to show me how much." Greg said with a sigh.

'That's right." Sara nodded, and pushed him towards his car..

Greg was quickly tossed into the backseat of his Jetta, Sara was pulling him on top of her, breathing heavily. He entered her and began moving in and out, this time he was in control, this time he was going to cum. It was not to be however, Sara's release hit first and she pushed Greg off her and kissed him goodbye.

"Sara wait!" Greg shouted. "I didn't cum yet!"

He screamed in frustration as he fisted his cock for all he was worth, but it wasn't working, he was so close but could not go over that edge. He cried in desperation, as he continued pumping.

"Oh God please!" Greg begged the heavens.

Then it happened, squeezing his eyes shut as he came hard into his fist. When he opened his eyes he was in his own bed looking up at the ceiling. The whole thing had been a fucking dream!! He rolled over and glanced at his alarm clock.

"Fuck! I'm late!" He yelled and scrambled out of bed. Then remembering his dream he picked up the phone and dialed, leaving a message with the secretary.

"This is Greg Sanders, I won't be in today, I'm sick."

The End