Rumour Has It

Summary: After Gil ends their relationship, Greg turns to Nick for help.
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were.
Beta'd by martian-kitty

Gil Grissom was many things. A gifted CSI; his interpretation of the evidence before him was unmatched by any others in the field. His reputation preceded him wherever he went. He was a renowned expert in the insect world, as well. The one thing he wasn't, was a people person. He lacked the emotional skills. His personal life leaves much to be desired.

Lately, one person has managed to break into Gil's emotional world and turn it upside down, to change his life and way of thinking. To bring out the primal side of him even he didn't know existed. That one person was Greg Sanders.

Greg was someone who Gil needed, and wanted. He found him refreshing, and wise beyond his years. He got under Gil's skin and this scared him. He was letting Greg into his secluded world and he was not sure if it was the smartest thing to do. His world was changing dramatically and although part of him enjoyed it, another part of him was terrified and that part told him he should end this relationship and do so as soon as possible. Greg was too much of a risk. A risk to his emotions, and possibly, a risk to his job.

The morning of their third week together Gil decided this was the time to end it between them. Better now, before he could change his mind, before he was in too deep. It would hurt Greg less now while it's still new than to lead him on into thinking they had a future. Gil woke up with Greg's sleeping form next to him. Last night was incredible. The sex amazing, but then with Greg it always was. Still, he had to end it, even though he has never felt this way about anyone before. In his mind it just wasn't right, and in the long run they'd both be better off. Gil got out of bed slowly so he wouldn't wake Greg. He got dressed and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. He decided making Greg a nice hearty breakfast before he broke the news would somehow make it better. Breakfast was almost done when Greg emerged from the bedroom fully dressed. Sniffing the air, he strolled towards the table and sat down.

"Mmmm, what smells so good?" He asked licking his lips.

"Breakfast," Gil answered. "Ham and cheese omelets, sausage, toast, and orange juice to wash it down. It's just about done."

"Good. I'm starving." Greg smiled and folded his hands on the table to wait.

Gil finished cooking and loaded up a plate for each of them and after handing one to Greg he sat down at the table and began eating. They ate mostly in silence, which is how Gil preferred it, Greg loved to talk but he knew when it was best to say nothing, by now he was used to Gil's little idiosyncrasies. It's one of the things he loves about him. When they had finished eating Gil stood up and cleared the table, put the dished in the sink. ‘Its now or never' he thought to himself. Before he could say anything Greg spoke.

"So, Gil, what would you like to do today? I thought we could go..." Greg began but Gil cut him off.

"Look Greg, we need to talk."

"'Bout what?" Greg asked

"About us, our relationship. I've been thinking, Greg, and I know it's been a pleasant experience but it can't continue. I am your boss, and it's not right, what we've been doing. It has to end, and end now, before the wrong person finds out. This could cost us our jobs Greg. I'm sure that's not what you want. I know it's not what I want. It's really for the best and I am truly sorry to hurt you like this, but it would have hurt much more later if I had put it off. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?" Greg just stared at him, his mouth hanging open. He braced himself for the worst but Greg's reaction was both completely unexpected, and disappointing. Greg closed his eyes briefly then simply shrugged and said.

"Yeah, okay. I understand. Guess I better just go, then. See you at work."

Greg stood up to leave. He grabbed his overnight bag off the floor where he left it and started towards the door. He was pretending he didn't care, but inside he felt like he wanted to die, but he would not allow Gil to see that. He did have some pride left.

"Wait," Gil stopped him. "That's all you have to say? You're not going to argue or try and change my mind?"

"What would be the point, Gil? It's obvious you already made up you mind."

"Greg." Gil pleaded trying to relieve his own guilt.

"Look, I get it. Your career is more important to you than I am, or your own happiness, for that matter. You need to deal with that. There's nothing more for me to say." Greg flung his arms out to the side in a questioning manner then continued his exit, before Gil could say anything more Greg was out the door.

When his front door closed and Greg was gone Gil felt deflated, like a balloon that lost all it's air. Greg was gone, his reaction was less than dramatic. It was like he didn't even care. Did Greg really feel that little about their relationship? Did it mean so little to him? Gil felt disappointment like he's never felt before. He felt horrible but at the same time he refused to realize he made a mistake. 'It's for the best.' He tried to convince himself.

Greg drove aimlessly through the streets, heading home in a daze. He could not believe what just happened. He loves Gil, and he was sure Gil cared about him, maybe even loved him, too. Could he have been wrong to believe that? His eyes filled with tears and he could barely focus on the road ahead, so he pulled into the nearest parking lot and stopped the car. His emotions let loose he lay his head on the steering wheel and began to cry, he cried until he became physically ill. He stepped out of the car and puked. That incredible guilt ridden breakfast Gil made now lay in a puddle on the pavement at his feet. The irony was not lost on him. Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Greggo?" Nick Stokes asked. "Are you alright man?"

"I've been better." Greg answered weakly.

"Here, G, I think you can use this." Nick handed him a bottle of water.

"Thanks." Greg took a swing and spit, then took a long drink to wash the vomit taste from his mouth.

"So what's up G, are you sick? Or is there something else bothering you?" Sometimes Nick could be very perceptive. They've been friends a long time and knew each other well enough to know when something was wrong.

"It's Grissom. He's so clueless. He thinks nobody knows about us, when the truth is everyone knows and they could care less. He's letting his fear get to him." Greg began to explain.

"What did he do?" Nick asked his arms folded in front of him.

"He ended it. Made it clear that he loves his job more than he loves me. If he ever cared about me at all."

"He cares Greg. I've seen you together, I've seen the way he talks to you and the way he touches you when he thinks no one is looking. I can see it in his eyes, he's crazy about you." Nick assured him.

"I'm not so sure about that, Nick."

"I am. Look, he'll realize he screwed up and he'll say he's sorry and you'll work things out soon enough. You'll see."

"I'd like to give him a push in the right direction. Maybe you can help me out with that Nick."

"Oh yeah, how do I do that?" Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We could start a rumor. About the two of us." Greg suggested.

"What kind of rumor?" Nick inquired.

"You know, that you and I are going out. It might push his jealousy button. Don't ya think?"

"Sounds like an interesting plan, G. Guess it wouldn't hurt to try."

Greg was hungry again and suggested they go to breakfast to discuss their little plan. There just happened to be a diner next door, so they made their way inside. They discussed the plan as they ate, deciding just how to carry it out. The details of the rumor and who to tell it too in order to get the best circulation. After they decided, they shook hands to seal the deal.

That night when Greg arrived at work he met Nick in the break room. They were alone, so they decided to put their plan into action. They decided on an e-mail, Greg would send one to Nick to confirm their plans to hook up but he would accidentally send it to the entire lab, or at least key people. If, for some reason, Gil didn't read Greg's e-mail it was sure to circulate through the gossip channels. One way or another Gil would find out.

"Hey G, you ready?" Nick asked, as he reached for some coffee.

"Yeah, I'll go to the computer lab and send you the e-mail, then you go in a few minutes later and reply." Greg suggested.

"Cool. Good luck. I'll wait here until you get back."

"Okay," Greg gave a hopeful smile. "I sure hope this works." Greg left the break room and headed to the computer lab. He logged onto his machine and brought up his e-mail, then he typed out his message to Nick and hit send. Now it was Nick's turn. Soon the rumor will be out. But will it work?

From: GSandersCSI1@lvpd.com
To:Stoked2BAlive@lvpd.com,SupGilGrissom@lvp d.com,CSI3Willows@lvpd.com,SidleSaraCSI@l vpd.com,WBrownTheMan@lvpd.com,DirectorEc kley@lvpd.com,HodgesTraceLab@lvpd.com.
Subject:About our talk

Nick, I think you are right. We have a mutual attraction towards each other which we need to explore further. My X-old man can't hack it for the long haul, so why should I wait around? I am a man with needs after all! Let's go ahead and go out this Friday night like you suggested, and we'll see what happens. Looking forward to it.
Greg

Greg returned to the break room and, seeing Sara and Warrick were there as well, gave Nick a nod to let him know it was done. He went to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. He sat down next to Sara. After a brief conversation with Warrick and Sara about their e-mail scam, Sara and Warrick agreed to play along with it. Nick left the room to put his part of the plan into motion. He did the same as Greg, logged onto his e-mail and after reading Greg's message hit the reply button and sent one of his own.

From: Stoked2BAlive@lvpd.com
To:GSandersCSI1@lvpd.com,LeadCSIGrissom@lvp d.com,CSI3Willows@lvpd.com,SidleCSI3@lvp d.com,CSIBrownTheMan@lvpd.com,HodgesTrac eLab@lvpd.com,DirectorEckley@lvpd.com
Subject:Subject: RE: About our talk

Greg, do you realize you just sent your message to everyone in the lab? You accidentally hit send all - dummy! Now everyone knows! Email me back – only me this time.

Everyone else, please ignore the previous message, it's private. Thanks for understanding.

Nick S

When Nick returned to the break room Catherine had arrived. He sat next to her. A moment later Grissom entered and began handing out assignments for the night. Warrick and Nick were given a hit and run, Catherine and Greg were given a dead body in the park, and Sara was solo, a B and E. Gil stayed at the lab because he had a stack of paperwork to catch up on. Afterwards, they each left the break room to begin the shift and their cases.

Gil returned to his office to begin his paperwork. Seeing Greg in the break room earlier really made his stomach leap. It was hard to concentrate thinking about how Greg never looked his way once. Just as he was making a dent in the mound of folders on his desk Ecklie entered his office, with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face like he just discovered the cure for baldness. Gil reluctantly looked up to acknowledge him.

"Can I help you, Conrad?"

"So, I guess you and your boy-toy have called it quits. What happened? Was he too much for you to handle?"

Gil's eyes widened. "I don't know what you mean. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Gil's heart was pounding in his chest. How did he know? Was his fear about to become a reality?

"I'm talking about you and Sanders. If you want to sleep with your CSI's then so be it. I kept my nose out of it as long as it didn't affect the job. However, when I start getting e-mails about it that's when I feel it's time I said something. I don't have a problem with office romance, as long as it's not advertised to the entire lab."

"E-mails?" Gil asked looking confused.

"I take it you haven't read yours yet. I think you should, you might find it interesting. Looks like your boy is moving on to someone closer to his age, someone who can keep up with him." He laughed.

With that, Ecklie left the office not looking back or waiting for Gil to respond. Gil could not believe what he just heard! Conrad knew about him and Greg and didn't care. Maybe he wasn't risking anything after all. He opened his e-mail to find out for himself what Ecklie was talking about. He saw a message from Greg and opened it, after reading it his heart skipped a beat. Greg and Nick!! This couldn't be! He had to do something to stop this before it went any further. He had to tell Greg he was wrong and he wanted him back. He hoped it wasn't already too late.

Later that night Nick and Warrick returned to the lab to go over their evidence. Gil called them both into his office the moment they arrived. They walked into the office and each took a seat in front of Gil's desk.

"Somethings come up." Grissom announced. Removing his glasses, he continued. "I need the both of you to work this Friday night. I need the night off myself."

"But Gris, I have plans this Friday." Nick began.

"It can't be helped, I need you here." Gil demanded.

"Fine." Nick said and they both got up and left. Grissom smiled to himself. Nick and Greg won't be seeing each other this Friday. He saw to that, now he just needed to talk things out with Greg.

Nick gave Warrick a knowing look as they left the office. Warrick headed towards the trace lab and Nick to the AV lab to check surveillance footage, but first he reached for his cell phone and called Greg. He told him what went on in Grissom's office.

Greg was anxious. Was his plan going to work after all? Earlier he let Catherine know about the e-mail, she just smiled and promised to play along with it as well. He hoped Gil would give in and see things for what they were and realize they belong together, but he was also feeling a little smug. If Gil wanted him back he wasn't going to make it easy for him. He and Catherine returned to the lab.

Gil closed his office blinds for some privacy, he needed to get though all this work without interruptions, or at least until Greg got back to the lab. He looked up as he heard their voices in the hallway. It was time to talk to Greg. He stepped out of his office and called to him.

"Greg! I need to see you in my office." Gil motioned towards the doorway. "Have a seat."

"Yes, sir." Greg replied and joined Gil in his office and stood at Gil's desk refusing to sit. Gil shut the door behind them.

"Look Greg, we need to talk."

"So, you have the blinds drawn and the door shut. What are you going to do? Demand a blow job?" Greg asked sarcastically.

"I've never demanded anything from you Greg, I wouldn't do that. I just need our talk to be private. Although, the thought of your luscious lips around me does get a rise out of me." Gil smirked.

"I bet Nick will enjoy it just as much, don't you?" Greg asked wickedly. "And I know what you are trying to do, Gil. You think making Nick work on Friday is going to keep us from seeing each other?"

Gil winced at Greg's words, trying to keep his cool so he could smooth things over. He never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Greg, he couldn't loose him now. Not to Nick, or to anyone else.

"I don't want you to see him, Greg. You need to stop this now."

"You gave up the right to my personal life when you broke up with me. You can't tell me who I can or can't see." Greg argued.

"I know I can't, but I made a mistake Greg. I know ending it was wrong and I want to give it another chance, give us another chance. I am asking you to forgive me." Gil pleaded.

"Why should I?" Greg asked looking down to the floor.

"Because I love you." Gil moved forward and pulled him into his arms. He closed the distance and brought their lips together. At first Greg resisted but gave in to the pleasurable sensation. He opened his mouth to allow Gil to deepen the kiss. Their tongues intertwining and tasting until Greg finally pushed Gil away.

"You can't just make it all better with a kiss," Greg said. "How do I know you won't change your mind and hurt me again? I don't know if I want to take that chance."

"I won't. You'll have to trust me. I don't want to lose you, Greg."

"Maybe you already have." Greg shrugged.

"Don't say that. It's not too late for us. Come to my place Friday night, around seven. I'll make us a nice romantic dinner and we can talk. Please, Greg." Gil was almost begging.

"I'll think about it," Greg replied.

"When will I know if you'll be there." Gil asked.

"If I knock on your door Friday night, you'll know." Greg said in a noncommittal way. He turned and left the office. Gil's mouth gaping after him in surprise.

For Gil, the next few days seemed to drag on. Things between him and Greg were still a little tense, or so Greg made it seem. They talked but only about work related issues. He didn't want to push Greg into giving him an answer. He would step back and give him the space he thought he needed. Friday morning finally came and Gil left the office. He made a stop at the grocery store to buy what he needed for his dinner tonight before heading home for some much needed rest, and hoping he'd be needing it after seeing Greg later.

Sara had other ideas, although she told Greg she'd play along with his little game she couldn't help but feel a little selfish about her own feelings. When she first found out that Gil was bisexual, and preferred Greg over her, she was devastated. She did her best to try and put Gil behind her and move on with her life. She thought she had managed just that, or did she? She came up with a plan of her own, one last ditch effort. She would have a little talk with Gil herself this afternoon.

Greg slept until shortly after two. He just couldn't sleep any longer, he couldn't stop thinking about his date tonight and getting back together with Gil. He debated showing up early but decided being a little late would be a better idea, leaving Gil to wonder if he was going to show up gave him a sense of power and it also gave him a tinge of excitement. His cock twitched as he thought about how much he knew Gil wanted him. He was looking forward to a romantic night of great food and even greater sex.

Gil woke up around four and began to do a few chores around his townhouse. The clothes and sheets needed to be washed, as well as the dishes. He had all the ingredients ready that he needed to prepare the meal for what he hoped would be a romantic evening with Greg. An hour later and the the chores were done, there was wine chilling in the refrigerator and the food was ready to be cooked. Then there was a knock on his door. He was excited and nervous. Was Greg here already? He opened the door and was surprised to see Sara standing outside instead.

"Sara, what are you doing here?" Gil inquired. "I have plans in few hours, I'm really busy."

"I need to speak with you, Grissom. There is something you need to know. It's about Greg and Nick." She said trying to appear casual.

"Look Sara this really does not concern you. Greg and Nick are no longer an issue. We are working it out." He was anxious to get rid of her.

"Well," she said. "That's just it. They never were." She gave him a knowing smile.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"The e-mail was a trick, to get you and Greg back together. He and Nick pretended they were going to hook up to try and make you jealous. They sent the e-mail to everyone on purpose. Knowing it would get back to you." Sara explained, hoping to throw a wrench into his plans to make up with Greg.

"Well, isn't that interesting. Thanks for letting me know, Sara. I think you better go now." Gil gestured towards the door.

"Grissom, I want you to know you can trust me. I would never lie or play silly games with you. Keep that in mind. Maybe you need someone more mature than Greg Sanders. Someone who will treat you with the respect and admiration you deserve." She laid it on thick.

"You know what I really need Sara?"

"I think I do, but you tell me." She said trying to sound seductive.

"I need you to get over your obsession with me and move on. It's been over six years, Sara, don't you think it's gone on long enough? I am not interested in you, and never have been, nor will I ever be. You need to go. I'll deal with Greg in my own way, you just need to mind your own business and worry about your own life and stay out of mine!" He said with an intense anger that chilled Sara to the bone.
With that, he practically slammed the door in her face.

'Selfish bitch.' He thought to himself.

He didn't have time for Sara's vain attempts to win his love. He had a meal to prepare, he now knew for sure Greg would be there and was going ahead as planned. Now that plan included confronting Greg and getting the truth out of him. He wasn't sure if he should be impressed with Greg's little scheme or be angry as hell for being lead to believe a lie. Either way, the future of their relationship would be decided tonight.

Greg arrived outside the townhouse just before seven but decided to play it cool and remain in his car, he wanted Gil to sweat it out a bit. It was ten after seven when he knocked on Gil's door. The door opened and the delicious smell of Chicken Parmesan filled his nostrils, he breathed the scent in deeply and his mouth began to water, his stomach ached with hunger. For a moment he remembered the last meal Gil cooked for him and how it ended badly, he shook off the memory as Gil ushered him inside.

"You're late Greg." Gil pointed out.

"I know." Greg shrugged not offering to apologize.

"Dinner's ready, have a seat. I made you're favorite, hope you enjoy it." Gil said.

"I'm sure I will, thank you." Greg flashed his biggest grin.

Greg did as he was asked and sat at the table. Gil removed the chicken and garlic bread from the oven and placed them on the table. He also brought out the wine, opened it and poured them each a glass. They filled their plates and began eating. They ate in silence at first, the only sounds were the occasional dings of utensils connecting with plates. Finally, Gil broke the silence.

"So Greg, did you want me to think you weren't coming by showing up late?" Gil asked

"Maybe, did it work? Were you worried?" Greg asked not looking up as he stabbed another bite onto his fork.

"No, I knew you'd show." Gil put down his own fork and knife as he stared at the young man across from him.

"Pretty sure of yourself, then, huh?" Greg laughed.

"Well, actually, I got a visit from Sara this afternoon." Gil's face became serious.

Greg swallowed hard. "Sara was here?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah, she told me a very interesting story." Gil informed him. "About an e-mail that was actually a lie, and how you and Nick conspired to trick me."

Greg stared open mouthed at Gil, his heart began to pound and he felt like he'd just been kicked in the stomach. He felt his upper hand just slip away.

"I...I can explain." Greg stammered.

"I suggest you do."

Greg was fighting hard not to panic. He was so sure that his plan had worked like a charm, but he felt his hopes of winning Gil back starting to slip away. He should have known better than to trust Sara, but he thought she had gotten over Grissom. She claimed to be his friend but when it came down to it she tried to betray him. Now here he was, thinking everything was working out, but it all might be falling apart in front of him. He could feel Gil's intense gaze on him as he struggled to find the right words. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

"I...I'm sorry, but when you told me it was over... It hurt so bad...I didn't know what to do." Greg began. "I was driving home and I couldn't see straight, my eyes were full of tears. I had to pull over before I wrecked something. I pulled into a mini mart and I couldn't stop crying." Greg put his hands to his face and leaned on the table for support, trying to control his emotions and anxiety.

"Go on, Greg." Gil said, his arms crossed in front of him.

"Nick just happened to be there. He saw me and asked what was wrong." Greg swallowed a lump in his throat. "I told him what happened."

"You told him about us, Greg?" Gil asked.

"Yeah, I mean, no...he already knew about our relationship, I just told him you ended it." Greg explained.

"Nick knew about us?" Gil asked surprised. "How did he know?"

"He's always known Gil, that's why I asked him to help me." Greg continued. "I came up with the e-mail idea because I knew it would be the quickest way to get back to you. I was desperate, I wanted you back. I didn't know what else to do!"

"Damn Greg, didn't you realize sending that e-mail to Ecklie could get us fired? How could you risk our jobs like that?!" Gil's voice rising a bit in anger. "You could have done some serious damage! Don't you get that Greg?"

"I did what I thought I had to do. Look Gil, it wasn't a risk because everyone already knew about us. Including Ecklie. That's why I did it, I knew he didn't have a problem with us being together. I swear I never would have done it otherwise." Greg pleaded for Gil to understand.

"Well, I admit I was surprised when he came into my office and... So everyone knows? How could they know? Did you tell them Greg?" Gil demanded to know.

"No, of course not! I never...said anything, but rumors have a way of getting started. Guess we weren't as careful as you thought we were. You don't know half of what goes on in you're own lab, Gil, because you're too caught up in you're own universe to to look around and see." Greg informed him.

"You're right, I should pay more attention to what goes on in my lab." Gil smiled, his mood lightening."I guess we weren't fooling anyone, were we?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Greg told him."All that fear you had about us was all for nothing."

"I realize that now, I overreacted and hurt you unnecessarily. I'm sorry, Greg." Gil apologized.

"I'm sorry I lied to you about Nick." Greg apologized as well.

"From now on lets just be honest with each other. How does that sound?" Gil asked as he got up from the table and stood next to Greg.

"Good idea." Greg agreed also getting to his feet.

Gil pulled Greg into his arms and embraced him. He was just so grateful to have him back in his arms again that he didn't want to let him go. Greg also felt the same and for a while they just stood holding each other close, both so relieved to have this ordeal behind them. Gil reluctantly pulled away to look into his young lover's eyes. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a beautiful, youthful, full of life creature like Greg in his life. He made him feel young again, wanted, and needed. Greg too was in awe that such a intelligent, brilliant, worldly gentleman wanted him. For a moment they stared into each other's eyes until their lips came together in a needy, desperate kiss.

The kiss deepened as their tongues probed each other's mouths hungrily, exchanging the tastes of Chicken Parmesan, wine, and each other. Both felt the other's desire as their bodies pressed together, still in a tight embrace, hands began to roam as the lust took over. Their moans muffled by their locked lips until they had to pull apart panting for air.

"Bedroom...now." Gil said breathlessly.

Greg only nodded in agreement as they made their way to Gil's room, groping, caressing and shedding clothing along the way, naked and feeling the bed against his legs Gil fell onto the mattress pulling Greg on top of him. Their arms and legs tangled together while hands roamed each other's bodies. Gil took control and he rolled on top of Greg, their erections brushed together and they moaned in unison at the sensation. Once again their mouths came together for a consuming kiss.

Gil's mouth left Greg's and traveled down his jawline to his neck, kissing and licking slowly. Working his way down to Greg's chest, he flicked his tongue over each nipple cause the nubs to rise. Moving down further, he raked his fingers over his lover's abs causing a shiver to run through Greg's body and another moan to escape his lips.
Gil looked up, locking eyes with Greg for a moment then moving downward he licked a line up from the base of Greg's shaft to the head, dipping his tongue into the slit and licking the pre-cum that collected there. Greg groaned loudly and clawed at the sheets, thrusting upwards for more contact.

"Gil, please" He begged.

"Please what?" Gil asked smirking.

"Just do it please, stop teasing and suck me...I need your mouth on me." Greg pleaded.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, my boy." Gil promised.

He moved his mouth over Greg taking him all in, deep into his throat, giving him what he wanted. Gil sucked him hard, his tongue doing things that made Greg crazy. Greg bucked his hips and bit his bottom lip. Gil reached into the nightstand for the lube and a condom. Opening the lube, he began to prepare him with his fingers, causing Greg to moan even louder. He gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Oh God!" Greg cried "Oh Gil...yes...so good...more please!"

"Do you want to be fucked Greg?" Shoving his fingers in harder striking his prostate and making Greg thrust upwards from sheer pleasure.

"Yes, do it...fuck me now...want you...need you inside me...please Gil" Greg cried panting hard.

Gil wasted no time. He took hold of Greg 's ankles and lifted them up towards his head where Greg took them in his own hands, spreading himself open for his lover. Gil ripped the condom open and slipped it onto his aching cock, lubing himself up he positioned himself at Greg's opening and pushed inside him, slowly at first. He gripped Greg's hips as he buried himself deep inside. Greg cried out with pleasure.

"God yes...Harder, please!"

Gil began to slam into him harder and faster driving them both mad with desire. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the squeak of bedsprings and their moans were the only things heard throughout the bedroom.

"On Greg...oh yes...so tight...so good...love being in you" Gil moaned as he continued ramming into Greg hard.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around Greg's throbbing cock and stroked as he fucked him. Greg couldn't hold back any longer. He threw his head back, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he came first, screaming Gil's name. His cum spilling over Gil's hand and onto his stomach. Feeling Greg clench around him Gil's own orgasm washed over him and he came filling the condom deep inside Greg, letting out a loud groan as his release hit. They collapsed into each other's arms, where they remained until they recovered from their intense orgasms and their breathing returned to normal.

Gil, finally able to move, slipped out of Greg and removed the condom. Tossing it into the wastebasket near the nightstand. He rolled over onto his back and pulled Greg with him so his head lay on Gil's chest and his arm draped around his waist.

"Greg, I need you to know that I love you. I don't ever want to loose you." Gil said sleepily.

"I'm not going anywhere. I love you, too." Greg responded, just as sleepily.

They lay in one another's arms as they drifted off to sleep. Both happy, knowing they would always be together.

The End