Title: Kissed
Author: YS McCool
Email: ysmccool@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: CSI and its characters are the intellectual property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, and Jerry Bruckheimer. All original characters are the property of YS McCool.
Website: http://www.squidge.org/~flashpoint/
Permission to archive: Yes to WWOMB, CSISlash
Fandom(s): CSI: Vegas
Genre: Slash
Pairing/Characters: Warrick/Grissom
Sequel: Touched
Rating: FRMAO
Summary: Now that they've touched, kissing is inevitable.
Warnings: None

Warrick was buzzed. He'd started the day by nearly taking out his back by diving onto a sidewalk to catch a kid and ended it by having a massage and blowjob administered by one Gil Grissom. The second event had totally wiped out the sting of the first.

Now he was driving toward Grissom's home, where the older man had invited, no insisted, Warrick come. Or was that cum?

Warrick stopped at the light, ignored the shouting match between two tartily dressed women, and fiddled with the radio. Since the city only had two stations he would listen to, this told Brown he was getting nervous.

Common sense said that Grissom had an ache for Warrick, or he wouldn't have setup the elaborate "sting" of a massage and a blowjob to capture his attention. The thing that suddenly pushed itself to the front of Warrick's mind, which took over so much of his thinking space that he didn't notice the green light until the car behind him honked its horn, was 'what if Grissom had already gotten what he wanted?'

Brown had personal experience with sexual obsession -- the "I've got to have that woman" syndrome. So far, not one woman had lived up to his imagination. For some, it might have been an impossible goal as his imagination was well developed.

Had Warrick already reached his plateau and this was the 'we can never do this again' talk or did Grissom's Warrick fantasy still have some life in it? He would know within one minute of crossing the other man's threshold whether Grissom wanted to take Warrick further or forget this had ever happened.

Either way, Warrick was not going to embarrass himself. If it was already finished, he would be cool. If this was just the first step, he would be geeked but still cool.

He arrived at Grissom's townhouse, waited for a moment to give the other man a chance to turn off the lights and hide, and then exited the car. Grissom opened the door before Warrick could knock.

"I thought you were going to talk yourself out of coming up," Gil said as he tugged Warrick inside.

"Actually, I was --" Warrick's words were swallowed by Gil's mouth. The older man was kissing him. Hard. Very hard. His strong hands had latched onto Brown's sleeves and Warrick seriously doubted he could break the smaller man's grip.

Several thoughts rushed through his head simultaneously -- 'He's strong', 'His mouth is hot', 'His beard tickles', and 'He's grabbing my ass'. He went a little mental after that. It was the only explanation for what he did.

Warrick slammed Gil against the wall, knocking one of his butterfly displays to the floor and stared into the smaller man's eyes for several seconds before kissing him brutally. Gil was wearing this soft sweater that felt like cotton balls to Warrick's fingertips. He tore it getting it off the man. The shirt was destroyed too. Gil's pants ended up around his ankles, along with his briefs. Warrick remained dressed.

Once Gil's dick was free, Warrick gripped it firmly and stroked it slowly while holding the older man against the wall and never taking his mouth away from Grissom's equally hungry one. He kept stroking the other man's cock, even as Gil tried to warn him and foolishly tried to pull away. Warrick wasn't having it. Gil had made him cum so hard that he'd punked Warrick out after one blowjob, there was no way Brown wasn't going to take back some of his own and even things up.

Gil knocked his own head against the wall, bit Warrick's lower lip, and came all over Brown's hand. "Damn," the older man moaned. Even with his shirt and sweater hanging on only by threads, cum all over his stomach and dick, and his pants and briefs pooled around his ankles, Gil Grissom was one sexy man and not the fool most men would have looked.

Warrick picked Gil up in a fireman's carry and transported his willing victim into the bedroom. The bed was handsomely made, complete with accent pillows, and it looked even better once Gil was deposited in the center of it.

Brown removed the older man's shoes, socks, pants, tore his briefs because it was fun, and removed the remains of Gil's shirt and sweater. He placed his fingers over Grissom's lips to keep the man from talking. The man's voice was dangerous to his resolve and Warrick didn't want to hear any objections or suggestions.

Taking the belt from Gil's discarded pants, he secured the older man's wrists to the headboard, leaving about nine inches of slack for each wrist. "I kept my hands away and my eyes covered, even after I knew it was you," Warrick explained. "I don't trust you to do the same."

Gil obviously had some witty comeback, but Warrick silenced it by kissing the man again. Now things were getting back to even with him fully dressed and Gil naked and vulnerable.

Starting at the earlobes, Warrick licked and stroked his way down Gil's body, ignoring the whimpering pleas that were a mixture of "release me", "don't stop", and some heartfelt curses. It got even better when Warrick turned the smaller man over and began playing with Gil's ass.

"I bet this place has seen some action," Warrick teased as he ran his fingers between the other man's cheeks.

"The lube in the nightstand," Gil moaned.

"Thanks," Warrick replied as he retrieved the item. The lube wasn't alone in the drawer. Grissom had condoms, dental dams, a feather duster, a dildo that was only a little smaller than what Warrick was packing, a pair of padded handcuffs, and a pair of padded ankle cuffs.

The image of Gil sharing those other items with other men made him... angry, jealous, sad, possessive, and confused. Too many emotions were clamoring for his attention.

"It's okay, Rick," Gil encouraged. "No one has claimed the territory in a long time."

"Should I put mind-reader on your list of skills?" Warrick asked as he covered the other man's back with his body.

Gil didn't answer, he just moaned and the sound sent a pulse through his entire body that Warrick could feel.

Warrick kissed and sucked Gil's neck, ignoring the shift and wiggle Grissom was giving his ass. Yeah, he could admit he wanted to fuck the other man. He wanted to fuck him hard. He wanted to hear Gil sob with joy and beg to be Brown's bottom boy forever. He also knew that if he did it wrong, Gil would bleed and they'd never do it again.

He kissed Gil's shoulder blades and traced the smaller man's spine with his tongue.

"You're making me crazy," Gil moaned.

"Good," Warrick replied as he let his hands smooth their way down Gil's sides. He placed his lips against Gil's right ear. "Do you want my cock in you, Gil?" he asked in a soft rumble. "Have you felt it in your dreams? Did you want to ride me while I was lying on that massage table?"

"Yes, yes, oh gawd, yeah," Gil confessed.

"Can you take me, Gil? Can your body take every inch?" Warrick asked, his hands possessively gripping the smaller man's ass and all but mauling it.

"Yes," Gil promised.

Warrick slid a lubed thumb into Gil's ass and the passage immediately accepted the intrusion. Gil's manhole was warm, almost hot, and tight like a virgin. Warrick pushed his thumb further in and Gil's body rippled along it, tensed, and Gil came. "Damn," Warrick complained.

Reluctantly, he removed his thumb and released Gil from the belt. He pulled the smaller man into his arms and kissed him. Even though his cock was aching to come out and play, emotionally Warrick was very satisfied with this second encounter. He'd left the older man wanting more and as long as he wanted more, Warrick would be invited back.

The End