Title: Just One Touch
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Gil Grissom
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Table: Saucy, mission_insane
Prompt: 7, Touch
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Gil Grissom, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Gil looked up from the book he'd been reading, frowning slightly as he put it aside and got to his feet. Greg had been in the bathroom an awfully long time; the shower had long since stopped running, and he wondered what was taking his boyfriend so long.

For just a moment, he wasn't sure if he should knock on the door; he didn't want Greg to feel that he didn't have any privacy, but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling more than a little concerned. He just wanted to make sure that Greg was all right.

Concern overrode caution; Gil strode down the hall to the bathroom door, raising a fist to knock once, twice, then three times. "Greg? Are you okay?" His worry was evident in his voice; even to himself, he sounded as though he was on the verge of panic.

Calm down, he told himself sternly. He's all right. He's just coloring his hair, or something like that. He's not hurt. He couldn't be. If he was, he would have called out for me. Wouldn't he? he asked himself, the worry starting to rise in him again.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Greg's voice came to him through the stout panel of the door, but his boyfriend didn't sound like himself. The usual bounciness, the je ne sais quois, that was characteristic of Greg's voice was gone, replaced by a flat, even tone.

"Can I come in?" He wouldn't go into the bathroom if Greg told him not to, but his worry was rising even more now that he'd heard that strange timbre in Greg's tone. That didn't sound like his boyfriend at all; it sounded like a severely depressed version of the Greg Sanders he knew.

"Sure." Greg's voice was still flat, bled of all emotion. Gil took a deep breath, only hesitating for a moment before he turned the doorknob and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He didn't know why he'd done so; there was no one else in the house.

"Greg? What's wrong, sweetheart?" At first glance, Gil couldn't see anything wrong. Greg was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, leaning against the marble countertop, stark naked -- and staring at himself in the mirror with an intensity that was almost frightening.

"Nothing, I guess." Greg turned his head to look at Gil, but there was no welcoming smile on his face. "I was just looking at myself and wondering what it is about me that attracts you so much. I can't find any reason for you to be. Not physically, anyway."

That definitely didn't sound like the Greg he knew. Gil frowned, moving behind Greg to gaze at the other man's reflection in the mirror, his eyes moving over that slender, pale body as his arms slid around Greg's waist and pulled his boyfriend close against him.

"You don't think I could be attracted to this body?" he murmured, bowing his head to trail kisses across Greg's bare shoulder. "I don't see why not. It's a gorgeous body." One hand slid down the young man's stomach, his fingers splaying across Greg's skin.

"You have a beautiful body, Greg." he said softly, letting his hand slide further down Greg's body to curl gentle fingers around his lover's cock. "Anyone would be attracted to you if they saw you like this. But that's a privilege that I'd like to reserve for myself."

Greg moaned softly as Gil's fingers tightened around his cock, squirming slightly in his boyfriend's arms. "It's not that I think I'm ugly or anything," he said, his words hesitant, his eyes meeting Gil's in the mirror. "It's just .... I don't see how you can want me after ...."

He shook his head, the words trailing off. Those words almost broke Gil's heart; how could Greg think that he would be loved any less because of something that had been done to him against his will, something that was completely out of his control?

"Nothing could make me want you any less," he whispered, nibbling gently at Greg's earlobe. "I've wanted you for so long, Greg. I've dreamed about you, fantasized about having my hands on you. And now that I do, I'm not going to back away. You can count on that."

As he spoke, his hand moved slowly down to the base of Greg's cock, then back up again, his thumb stroking gently over the tender tip. Greg trembled under his touch, his hips jerking forward, his slim body tensing in Gil's embrace.

It was amazing what the power of touch could do, Gil thought as he observed the two of them in the mirror. Greg's body had tensed in his arms, then gone slack, leaning against him, as though Greg needed the support that he could offer. A support that he would always give.

Was this a metaphor for their relationship, then? he asked himself. He didn't mind being the one to offer support; Greg had needed that ever since they'd come together, and he was more than willing to give all that was needed -- and more, if it came to that.

Just one touch, one instance of him reaching out to his boyfriend, could have Greg pliant and malleable in his arms. He wanted to stand here forever, touching Greg like this, watching the younger man's reactions in the mirror and feeling satisfaction at being able to cause those reactions.

Greg's hips were rocking in rhythm with his strokes; Gil was sure that it wouldn't take much longer to achieve his goal. He wanted to make Greg feel good, to make him realize that he was beautiful outside as well as inwardly, and that he was indeed loved and wanted.

He wanted to take Greg to bed and touch him like this, kiss him all over until his young lover was moaning his name and writhing under him. But for now, this touch was enough; more would come later. He just had to be patient and let Greg take things at his own pace.

Gil kept his eyes on the mirror, watching as his hand moved up and down Greg's shaft, almost smiling as his boyfriend trembled visibly. He knew that his touch had Greg right on the edge; within a few moments, he would be falling from the lofty heights that Gil had lifted him to.

Greg cried out when Gil's thumb circled the tip of his cock again, his hips jerking forward as he came. Gil buried his face against his young lover's shoulder, holding Greg close against him, enjoying the feeling of Greg's slender body shuddering in his arms as he rode out his orgasm.

It didn't matter that he hadn't found his own fulfillment; it was enough to give Greg this kind of pleasure. It wasn't about the physical sensation for him; all he cared about was making Greg feel good, giving him the freedom to enjoy his own body's reactions to being touched.

"Still think I don't want you?" Gil murmured, lowering his head to nip at Greg's shoulder. "That should show you otherwise, sweetheart. I've never wanted anybody as much as I want you. But I'm willing to wait for you, Greg. I won't rush you into anything you're not ready for."

Greg nodded, turning his head to press a kiss to Gil's lips. "I know you won't," he whispered, his voice weak. "And I know you want me. I guess I'm just .... annoyed at myself. Because I don't have the courage to get past what happened and just be with you."

"That'll come, in time," Gil assured him, tightening his arms around Greg's waist. "There's no hurry, Greg. We've got the rest of our lives to be together. As long as you want to be with me, I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere. Just one touch should tell you that."

"It does," Greg answered, his voice stronger now. "And I'll always want to be with you. I waited too long and wasted too much time as it is. Now I want to make up for all that lost time. I just hope you can bear with me and all my problems."

"I've got my share of problems, too," Gil told him, his voice soft and loving. "You'll have to put up with them, as well. But that's what love is all about, Greg. A little give and take, some compromise here and there, and being there for each other. We're both more than willing to do that."

Greg turned around in his arms, raising his hands to cup Gil's face. "We definitely are," he whispered, his dark eyes searching Gil's. A moment later, their lips met, driving away all thoughts from both their minds other than their mutual need to touch -- and be touched.

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