Title: Kiss Me, Lab Rat
Author: Susie
Author Email: Susie41694@Aol.com
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Rating: FRAO
Summary: This is in answer to the Kiss Me challenge by PEJA. The first two parts are only FRT but the third part, well, it's why I change the rating.
Archive: yes to WWOMB, CKoS, others please ask.
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters; just want to play with them for a little while then I will send them home.
Author Notes: Feedback always welcomed. It helps the muses to keep working.
It was a few days after Gil's little experiment on Greg's foot. His foot was feeling much better but the laughter wasn't. Greg felt as if everyone knew about Gil's little test and how easy Greg had fallen for it. He found notes everywhere asking if he would like to test out a new cream, lotion or some other item. It had gone on for about three weeks when a sign was posted on the lab door.
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Caution
Mad Scientist at work
Enter at your own risk
Testing could be done
on anyone walking in here
The Lab Rat
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Gil was the first to walk into the Lab after the sign had gone up. Greg sat working on several different projects, headphones on and staring at the items in front of him with his back to the rest of the world. They were in different stages but all required him to watch closely. His attention was so locked into the projects that he didn't notice Gil.
Gil stepped up close to Greg and waited for Greg to acknowledge him. After a few minutes Gil reached out and touched Greg's shoulder. Greg jumped but never disturbed the tests or lost sight of them.
He pulled his head phones off and without turning said, "What do you want?"
"Greg, what's with the new sign?"
The last test finished and Greg turned around, "What new sign?"
Now Greg was looking around the lab for some new sign. He didn't see a thing that was new.
"The new sign on the outside of the door."
"Don't know there wasn't any new sign when I came in here earlier, just the old one."
And Gil motion for Greg to follow, "This sign, what up with this sign."
"I don't know it wasn't there when I went in. But it's kind of cool, especially since your experiment on my foot."
Gil reached out and pulled it down. "Look, I know they been giving you a hard time but you just can't do this."
"Grissom, I told you I didn't do it." Greg yelled at the back of a retreating Gil then he stormed into the lab, letting the door slam.
Gil spent the next hour trying to find out who had put up the sign. After questioning everyone that he could find all he knew was that no one saw who put up the sign. And that they didn't think Greg had done it. As they all saw him sitting in the same place that Gil found him, both before and after the sign showed up. The one other fact was that the sign had them rethinking their behavior. All of them seem to be thinking that just maybe they had gone overboard with the teasing.
A couple nights later Nick walked into the lab. Greg was sitting back watching the machines. It had been a slow night and Nick had just come in from one of the few calls. He sat most of his evidence on the table putting it in line. But he had this one bag. He reached in and pulled out the Chap Stick. He pulled off the cap to revel a deep purple color. He held it close to his nose and caught a whiff of grape.
"Here Greg, take a whiff." Nick had walked up real close to Greg.
"Nick, what are you doing with that evidence?"
"Come on Greg, tell me what do you smell?"
"Grape," Greg gave Nick a look of are-you-out-of-your-mind, Grissom is going to have your ass. "Now, put it back with the rest of the evidence."
"But I'm still examining it. You know it looks like the one I saw you with." Nick looked into Greg's eyes and then in a very quick motion put it on him.
"Nick, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"An experiment, does it taste like the one you had, like grape?" asked Nick with an innocent tone.
"Yes, it feels, tastes and smells like the one I had." Greg was grabbing for a tissue to wipe it off with.
Before he could Nick took hold of his hand, "Would you kiss me? I want to taste it."
Before Greg could answer Nick leaned in and kissed him. It was a light kiss really just a touch of the lips and quick lick with Nick's tongue across said lips.
"Nick, why didn't you just put it on your own lips?"
"What kind of fun would that be? Much more fun to taste it on your lips and I bet it taste better this way too." Nick smiled at Greg's stunned look, "You know the teenage couple at the store said it was the best one. I just figured you would let me do it if I pulled it out of an evidence bag instead of a store bag. Do you want try it on me?"
"Nick, get out of here. I've work to do." And Greg pushed Nick towards the door.
Nick gave in and left heading for a place to finish his report.
Greg peaked into the locker room before walking in at the end of his shift. He wasn't ready to see Nick as he still didn't know what he thought about the stunt that Nick had done. It wasn't the first time he had kissed a guy. But Nick, the CSI Ladies Man, to do something like that and at work.
In the shadow by Greg's car Nick waited until he reached his car door. Nick then stepped out and stopped close to Greg.
"Greg, you sure you don't want to try it on me?" Nick was holding the bag with the Chap Stick up.
"No, Nick! Good morning, see you tomorrow." Then Greg opened his door.
Before Greg could sit Nick jumped in with, "Okay, but how about a drink? Please give me a chance to make it up to you." Nick flashed a killer smile at Greg.
"Where"
"Follow me, I found this great new place."
"Lead on," and Greg slid into his car watching Nick walk over to his vehicle.
Twenty minutes later Greg watched as the garage opened and Nick drove in. Nick jumped out and rushed back to Greg's car.
Looking up at Nick, "This is your new place! I thought you meant a public place."
"Come in, please. I'll behave myself," Nick eyes pleaded.
The garage door close as the two men headed up the stairs and into the townhouse that Nick had recently brought.
"What do think? I'm still working on it, of course."
"Nice. What about the drink?' Greg turned taking in the living room, good size tv, stereo, comfortable looking couch and chairs. It was neat but definitely lived in.
"How about I cook you breakfast. Eggs? Toast or muffins? Coffee? Juice?"
They had walked into the kitchen. Greg sat in the bar chair and answer each of Nick's questions.
Nick went to work making breakfast for the two of them his mind working on a new plan.
Nick set the plates on the breakfast bar then joined Greg. They quietly ate the breakfast few words passing their lips as their minds speed forward.
Finally Nick broke the silence, "Did the chap stick thing really upset you?"
"It really just surprised me. I never thought about you doing something like that. You didn't join in like the rest in the teasing and after the sign it had all stopped. Then you come in and do that, why?" Greg stared into Nick's sparkly eyes.
"I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I don't know, maybe Gil pulling that on you. I know I was so angry after I heard and then the teasing. Gil wasn't doing anything about it so I did. I put the sign up and it did what I thought it would do." Nick looked away, "then I went to the call and I had to stop on the way back for gas. I watched these two teenagers kissing. It was so sweet. I went in for a drink; by the register they had this display of Chap Stick. It had this sign NEW FLAVORS and it made me think of last week when Warwick gave you a hard time over the grape flavor. So I bought one of each flavor to try out with you."
"I know everyone thinks I'm into anyone. But you, all I remember hearing is Nick the ladies man. The last time I checked I wasn't a lady. So you understand I'm a little bit confused." Greg had caught Nick's eyes once more.
"It's a cover. I date a few women to keep it up. I left Texas because of it. I really like working here and I was afraid it would become a repeat of there. But then I realized that here is different. No one seems to care about Bobby or you. I guess wanting to see you finally won the war." Nick was facing Greg, "would you kiss me?"
Then Greg step over to Nick and kissed him. The first touch of lips was quick. Their eyes flashed as they leaned toward each other for more. This time found a touch of the lips continuing with Greg's tongue slipping into Nick's mouth. That followed with Nick exploring Greg's mouth. When they finally parted both were gasping for air.
Greg had a wicked look in his eyes as he found his breath, "Gay or Bi?"
"Why?"
"It's just something one should know about a new boyfriend. That is what you're heading for isn't? And not just some one-day stand."
"No, I wasn't thinking a one-day stand. And I hate labels so this is my answer. I've had sex with both men and women. But it was the sex with men that got me into trouble in Texas. I've manage to keep it quiet but some of my co-workers left me out alone a few too many times. The last time I ended up in the hospital. That's when I decided to change to the CSI side of things. It was better but then a few things started to happen that just didn't feel right."
"What do you mean?"
"I was always with a group at first then as I passed probation and reached a point where I was assigned my own part of the scene that's when small things started happening. The first thing I can really point to was an evidence bag disappeared from the lab and showed up in my locker only I know I put it in the lab. That was about two months before I left. I started looking for a new job that day. Reports I turned in got changed, evidence would disappear and I started being put on the cases no one else wanted. I put applications out in about a dozen different cities. I was lucky because one came in for San Francisco the day before this one but I didn't have time to answer back. I remembered meeting Gil and how much I thought working for him would be a great learning experience. So I took this one. I think the best choice, with a new bonus." Nick lean in for a kiss.
Greg pull back after a few breathe stealing moments, "I take it that I'm the bonus." And once more Greg loss his air for words, his mouth busy with tongues and lips dancing with each other.
"So how about you, my wild thing, which is it bi or gay?" Nick's eyes glowed.
"Thought you didn't like labels?" Greg answered the smirk creeping across his face.
"But I did answer the underlining question without the label. So let me rephrase the question for you. Do you like to have sex with boys or girls?" But before Greg could answer Nick added with a big bad wolfish voice. "Or maybe it all a really big act and you're a virgin?"
Nick was still sitting in the chair holding Greg close in his arms. As he said the last line his legs pulled Greg in closer to him.
Greg's head went back as laughter broke from him at hearing that last line. Nick took advantage of the moment and leaned down kissing Greg's neck turning it into a nip then sucking. The act left a bright mark.
Greg moaned then finally found his voice again. "No virgin here. I've had some women and a girl or two as a teenager. But boys and men are so much more fun. Of course, the last boy was when I was in my teens unless you count those men where age says they're adults but they act like boys. You know the kind, that only thinks of fun and games." Greg was back looking into Nick's eyes. "So are you a man or boy?"
"A man who's more than ready to tame a wild thing," Desire filled his voice.
He loosened his hold on Greg and slid off the chair pulling his wild thing down the hall to his bedroom. Once in the room clothes went flinging as they both striped. Nick slid into the bed Greg moving in right behind him. As they met in the middle of the bed the kisses started. Desire drove them as their arms and legs pulled their bodies closer. It was as if they needed to climb into each other, their hardness rubbing against the other. More need then thinking moved them in the dance, kissing moving from mouths to necks to chest back to necks once more to lips. Tongues fighting to taste the other's mouth. Nick broke the kissing to move down the tasty neck to explore the fine chest. A kiss, a suck, a nip or two or three on each nipple and not necessary in that order until they hardened, still traveling on down this body that he had dreamed about. Now finding just how sweet it was. A dip into the belly button, his delving into the hole over and over.
"Nick, pleaseeee more, farther," Greg voice hissed, his hand pushing at Nick while the other grabbed at the sheet.
Nick moving on down, dragging his tongue. Then he's gone.
Greg cries out, "No!" His eyes fling open as he watches Nick.
Nick moves to reach for the drawer. The lube and condom in Nick's hand who then returns to his last spot. Greg's eyes shutting, his legs spreading, moving inviting Nick in. Nick feels, hears Greg's need then tastes it as he glides his tongue over the head. He eagerly takes it all in. His tongue dancing over the hardness, little drops of salty goodness spring forth, then a finger in the hole, a strong suck and a flooding of his throat. Nick continued sucking pulling every drop from his wild thing, a cry pushing him on. His fingers never stop their play, opening up the hole for their master's pleasure. Greg barely catching his breath as Nick's hardness slides in stopping only when he's all the way in. Moments passing as Greg's body feel the fullness, muscles relaxing then the push up to meet Nick. The signal sends Nick into a hard fast pace, his release building so fast. His taking hold of Greg's cock which is surprisingly hard, Nick is relived. His hand pumps his lover's cock; bring Greg to orgasm barely a breath before Nick comes hard, collapsing on to Greg.
They lay there as their breathing returns to normal. Nick slowly pulls out, disposes of the condom in the bathroom where he picks up a damp wash cloth to clean Greg up with. Nick throws it back and curls up with Greg, both of them drifting off to sleep.
Nick wakes to the feel of a warm body. His arm and leg lying over it slightly pulls the other body into his. His cock hard and snuggled against the other's crack. The two bodies fitting together like one of those two-piece best-friends heart charms.
At first Nick is in a fog. A whiff of something familiar except laced with sexual completion. The flash of Greg's smile, the call, teenage lovers, the kiss, breakfast and desires of dreams finding real life passion flood his awakening mind.
Nick's curiosity drives his hand down to skirt over Greg's manhood. The need to know if he is hard is answered by the lay and size of it. Nick reaches under the pillows for the secret spot pulling the condom and lube out. It takes little prep to have Greg ready.
Nick slides in slowly as he listens to the sounds of a sleeping Greg. Once in the sweet cavern of love, he waits. Nick's starts moving only after Greg's body pushes back at him. Nick then pulls out very slow and when he is almost all the way out slides back in. He sets a very slow rhythm. Greg's breathing still in that same even rhythm of a sleeping man. Nick wanting to give more pleasure changes his strokes until he finds the magic angle, the one that makes Greg's whole body jump in pleasure and breathing catch. Nick still is going slow but is hitting that one spot with each stoke. Greg's breathing becoming ragged. Nick's hand finds Greg's manhood and strokes it in the same rhythm of his cock hitting the magic spot. A few moments later and a well placed stoke of the hand. Greg's manhood sends cum flowing out and over his hand. Greg's muscles pull an orgasm from Nick as he loses control of his rhythm.
Nick holds on tight to Greg as their bodies calm from the orgasmic quakes. When both have reached somewhat a normal breathing Nick pulls out of Greg dropping, he hopes, the condom in the trash can at the side of the bed. Turning back to Greg he places a few soft kisses on Greg's neck and shoulders.
"If this is how I'll get woke up everyday then I'm moving in tomorrow." Greg twisted around to look at Nick.
"I don't know about everyday. Besides don't you think we should go on a date first?" Nick captured Greg's lips before he could answer.
"Night breath and all you still taste great." And Greg pulled Nick back for another round of kisses.
The alarm went off as they parted gasping for air. It sat on the dresser across the room and was real loud.
"Why is the alarm over there?" Greg pointed at it.
"It's because if I can reach it without getting out of bed, I'll turn it off and go back to sleep. Warwick and Catherine are tired of calling me to wake me up."
"So that's what Warwick was yelling at you about last month when you were late again, again, again. And I thought it was about the dark hair girl that had Gil so mad at you. Here I thought ." Before Greg could finish Nick kissed him.
"She and I are friends, just friends, the kind of friends that never go near a bed together. We never have and never will have sex. But that doesn't mean I won't be there if she needs me. Her name is Tina Lau and she's like a sister. Okay?"
"Okay, but never is a long ." again Nick captured Greg's lips claiming a long kiss just like Greg had hoped.
"I said ." This time it was Greg's turn to stop the talk.
As he broke the kiss, "I just wanted another kiss. It's really okay." Greg flashed a big smile.
Greg turned his head towards the alarm "Is that really the time?" Adding after Nick nodded yes, "I've got to run if I'm going to get home, shower, change and make it to work on time. My alarm is always set a half hour ahead. It's the only way I can make it to work on time."
Nick started laughing, "What?" Greg had started dressing and now was looking for what had Nick laughing so hard he was nearly in tears.
"We really make a pair. I have to get out of bed to reach the alarm and you need an extra half hour. How exactly are we suppose to get to work on time?" and the laughter took Nick over again.
Greg had gotten his clothes on and was standing with his hands on his hips, "Nick, It's not that funny. We just set the clock an hour ahead and keep it on my side of the bed."
Nick stopped laughing, "Wait! what happened to the 'I set it a half hour ahead' you just said an hour?"
Greg's face glowed as he answered, "Well, now, we have add the wake up time. Therefore it's now an hour and I got to go, later." Greg took off running down the hall with Nick following behind.
Nick called as he followed, "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"
Greg stopped in the open front door and blew a kiss to Nick, "sorry, But that's only kind we have time for." Then the door closed and Greg was gone.
Nick waved out the window as he pulled out of the driveway then turned to get ready for work.
Nick's stomach rumbled as he started out of the living room. Taking a quick look at the clock he headed for the kitchen. Nick grabbed the rice cooker and steamer from the shelf. Next he poured two cups of the rice mixture in and then the chicken broth. Having started the rice next he moved to the veggies, he grabbed the package of frozen petite green beans and started them in the steamer. Last he laid chicken strips on the cookie sheet, mixed up a marinade, poured it over the chicken and put the cookie sheet in the oven. Now he could go get ready for work.
Nick returned to the kitchen when he was dressed. He turned off the oven. Next he grabbed the sweet red pepper from the oven then dropped it into the zip lock bag. The rice was divided in half; part went into the refrigerator for later. The rest was put in a bowl where he added some chopped green onion, parsley, garlic, a little ginger, white wine, soy sauce and butter. Again the rice was divided in two; half on a plate and half in a to-go container. Next the pepper was peeled and cut into strips. After a quick rinse of the bowl Nick added a little olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper. After mixing he added the green beans and pepper strips and tossed lightly, once more half of it went on the plate and the rest in the container. Last the orange chicken strips were put on the plate and in the container. Nick sealed the lid on the container and put it in the carrier. Then he put everything away either in the dishwasher or back on the shelf before he sat and ate his dinner.
Nick wrote a note, grabbed the container and headed out the door for work.
Greg pulled into the empty spot next to Nick's car. Like always Greg headed for the locker room. He spotted the note as he opened his locker to put his jacket away.
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Hi Wild Thing,
I figured you didn't get a chance to eat so I put a plate in the microwave for you. It should still be hot.
Later
****
Gil had come into the break room for some coffee but the smell had him heading for Greg. He stopped in front of the table where Greg ate a great looking meal.
"Did you make that? Because it looks and smells great."
Greg looked up at Gil and shook his head, "You want to taste?" Greg pointed over to where they kept some paper plates and forks.
Gil returned with a fork and small plate. Greg put a couple of bites from each on the plate. "This is great. Where did you get it?"
Greg innocently looked at Gil, "From the microwave" and went back to eating.
Gil looked at Greg, "And who put it in the microwave?"
Greg innocently looked at Gil again, "I didn't see who put it there."
"Then how did you know it's for you?"
Greg picked up the lid and showed it to Gil. Sanders was stenciled in black on the top of the lid.
"How did you know it was in the microwave?"
Once more Greg innocently looked at Gil, "A note and it's not signed before you ask? Time for work, bye" With that Greg grabbed the empty container and hurried out of the room.
After he put the container in his locker he went to the DNA lab. The lab tech that he was relieving went over everything that was in the works or being waited on. She had been waiting for one test to finish before leaving for the day and it just had. She reached over to put on a fresh pair of gloves to find she was pulling out the last set.
"I didn't think I'd use that many. Do you mind getting another box from the supply room while I finish here?"
Greg smiled barely keeping control, "No problem, I'll be back in a minute."
As Greg walk to the supply room his mind raced back several months ago. Nick caught him pulling out his hidden box of gloves; the box only ever had one or two sets in it. Greg had explained that he used it when he needed a moment alone or out of Gil's sight.
Nick grabbed Greg as he entered the supply room and pushed him against the only blank wall. Nick held his arms against the wall and claimed his lips, his body pressing firmly into Greg's body. The kiss was a hard demanding one. One that shouted a message.
"Next time I ask for a goodbye kiss you're going to give me one, understand?"
Greg nodded his head, "Do you really think this is a deterrent? Because I liked it and maybe I want this more than the goodbye kiss."
"The kiss was to get your attention and is your warning. The next time I don't get my goodbye kiss when I ask for it, will mean you get no kisses until I decide it's time. Understand?" and Nick once more claimed Greg's mouth leaving him breathless.
"Understand?" Nick eyes locked with Greg's as he nodded.
"You wouldn't really ." Nick kissed Greg to quiet him with a softer kiss.
"Understand?" and Nick took a couple of steps back. "Can I get a goodbye kiss?"
Greg almost jumped into Nick's arms as he reached for his lips to give Nick a goodbye kiss.
Nick turned around and picked up the supplies he needed then walked out. Warwick was standing in the hall and Nick's phone went off.
Warwick looked up at the sound of the phone, "We have a case."
Before Nick could get the phone it stopped. "I guess that was you?"
"I've been looking for you for over ten minutes. I didn't think those few things could take that long to get."
"Had to open a new case of them, there wasn't any on the shelf."
Greg got a box of gloves but waited until the voices were gone to return to the lab.
The rest of the night found all the CSIs out on calls. Greg was kept so busy that time flew by. When Nick made it back to the lab it was close to the end of shift. It seemed like they just couldn't get a moment alone and Nick wanted to see if Greg was going to come over. So he slipped into the supply room and called Greg.
"Hi Wild Thing, You coming over?"
"Yes."
"Is Gil still there?"
"Yes."
"I could make this really hard on you."
"Yes."
"Want me to cook or grab something for breakfast?"
"That would be the second part."
"Is that so we can get to play the video games faster? Or watch tv? Or fuck?"
"You'll need to go to the third page for that result."
"Is Gil giving you that look, yet?"
"Yes, that's right."
"So I guess I shouldn't talk about how I put you to sleep? Or how I woke you up? Or how it would be fun to try rimming you?"
"No."
"Maybe I'll go by the deli and get an order of French toast with their fresh strawberry syrup or the maple one. Then I'll save some of the syrup to drizzle down your back to . oh that's right Gil's still there. I guess I better stop."
"That's good ideal." Greg was trying hard to make it look like some regular call but his pants where getting tighter by the word.
"Are you standing behind the table?"
"Yes"
"Good, now open the drawer. I want you to wear that one for testing, Ok? Gil is still there I'm betting so have fun explaining why you just open the drawer. Later."
"Don't worry I'll send you a second copy," Greg pulled out a TO DO LIST and started writing some numbers. "Bye."
Greg looked at Gil, "So what do you need?"
"My test results, you paged me."
"Sorry," Greg turned to go get the test result and realized that he really wanted to stay behind the table. "Gil, it's right on top. Do you mind? I really what to get this second copy printed and sent."
Gil walked over, picked up the top paper and after looking it over he left. He glanced back on his way out at Greg who was now pretending to be working on the computer.
Warwick was coming down the hall and saw Nick walk out of the supply room with nothing in his hands. Warwick stepped into the supply room but saw no one. He was just too tired to question it at this time besides he had used the supply room as a phone booth on more then one occasion himself.
Gil looked up just in time to watch Warwick open the supply room door, look in then shut the door. He then continued to walk down the hall as unaware as Nick had been that someone had seen him.
The end of shift found Greg and Nick heading for the same final place but each had stops to make on the way.
Greg's mind was flowing just as fast as his car was. He was trying to come to terms with his actions of the last twenty-four hours. First was his falling for the Chap Stick thing then following Nick to the "new" place. Sure he had thought Nick was hot but he had also believed him to be straight. Now he knew differently and how. But it had been years since he had spent two days in a row with someone. And they had dated for months before it happened. Yet he didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be with Nick, wanted his bed, his arms, his kisses and his cooking. It wasn't even just that. What was really scaring him was how much he had really meant it when he had said he wanted to move in. The wild thing as Nick says was ready to give up everyone else if he could just have Nick. When had it happened? When had he fallen this deep in love with the CSI Ladies Man?
Greg reached his apartment. He grabbed his mail on his way up the stairs to his place. Heading straight for the bedroom he grabbed the bag he used for getaways. He threw the mail in, next some clothes and last his hygiene bag. He dropped the bag by the front door. He watered his plants. He log on to his computer and handled a few emails that couldn't wait. Once everything was taken care of and he felt the place would be fine for a few days. He left. He couldn't remember ever wanting needing to be with someone this much. It was overwhelming in a way. A good way, yes, this was the right thing to be doing. He pulled into Nick's driveway.
Nick pulled out of the lab's parking lot heading for the store. His first stop was the special coffee place that carried Greg's coffee. Next he stopped at the grocery store to pickup the things that he remembered Greg eating and drinking around the office and a few things that he needed. Last before heading home was the deli and the special French toast. His thoughts landed on one big glaring question as he drove home. When did you ever buy things for someone else to eat that you had just started seeing? At least seeing outside the office? Yet, thoughts of Greg moving in had drove Nick to get everything that Greg would want and need. Nick felt the need to make his place into Greg's place also. Nick smiled as he drove up seeing that Greg was waiting.
Greg pulled in the drive as far right as he could, hoping that it gave Nick enough room to get by. The two men kissed as they reached each other. Greg helped with the stuff that Nick had. It took three trips to get everything from the car.
"What did you do? Buy out the store?" Greg joked as he saw all the bags.
"No, of course not, I left the sink at the store."
A few minutes later Greg returned to the kitchen after dropping his bag in the bedroom. Pulling things out of the store bag he really wasn't paying much attention until he pulled out this one juice. Greg's mind flashed back to the day Nick had grabbed it out of the refrigerator at work thinking it was his juice. He had made the worst face then spit out into the sink.
"Who drinks this garbage?"
"That would be mine. Don't you see the Sanders on the label?"
"It's next to mine and no I didn't. I thought I was getting mine. How can you drink that?"
"It grows on you."
And here Greg was pulling it out of the bag. As Greg looked back over the things sitting on the counter and at the bags in the trash it hit him. Most of the stuff was his food. A smile just exploded across his face.
"Thanks, Nick."
Looking up with a puzzled look, "Your welcome, but for what?"
"Making me feel at home," Greg moved around and closed in on Nick capturing his mouth before he could respond.
They kissed for several long minutes. Finally parting, "Breakfast is getting cold."
Nick pushed Greg to sit at the counter and opened the container of french toast and pulled out the homemade syrups. As they sat there eating their breakfast Greg told Nick about the dinner and Gil. Laughing about how he had managed to keep from reveling, it was Nick. The talk then moved to whither or not and when they would let people at work know about them. It bounced around over all the issues that they could think of but it always came back to two main things. One they didn't want to share yet as it was just too soon. They still were working it all out, both driven to jump in with both feet which is totally unlike either of them when it came to relationships. And two Nick still felt uneasy about what would happen. A part of him was still afraid of a repeat of what had happened in Texas. He thought things would be fine here but.
As they reached the decision to wait the mood shifted. Nick lean over and kiss Greg. His mouth tasted the strawberry that Greg used and sharing the blackberry that he used. A few more bites and the plates were empty. But they still had three continuers of syrup; strawberry, blackberry and maple.
Nick locked eyes with Greg, "we can't waste the syrup, now can we?" his voice dripping lecherous desires.
Greg was barely able to get his voice to respond, "You're right that would be a crime to waste them."
Nick was off the chair, syrups and bottled waters in hand and almost flying down the hallway. Greg cleaned up the breakfast, putting things in the trash or dishwasher. He followed Nick down the hall but moments later. Looking in Greg saw that Nick had been busy. The blankets from last night lay on the bench at the end of the bed. A new sheet was draped over the bed including the pillows and bench. Nick was in the process of stripping.
"Greg, come on in," Nick's voice a sultry invitation. "Do you need help in getting undressed?"
Nick had managed to get naked in that moment and was now moving on Greg. Nick moved like a predator going after prey. His eyes glisten with desire, need, and a plan to have Greg begging for release.
Greg was frozen to the spot and gulped, "Nick?"
Greg's body shook with need, desire and a little terror as he felt the vibes flowing from Nick. To be the one, the man, that was the target of this much attention was overwhelming. Nick reached Greg gently pulling his head so that their lips met. The kiss was soft as a feather. The feel of a breath pulled in and then another feather light kiss. Only to be repeated until Greg finally stopped shaking and almost melted into Nick.
Nick started to undress him. Nick taking his time, moving only as fast as Greg seemed to be able to handle. Nick at last led a nude Greg to the bed, into the center and on his back. Nick climbed on straddling Greg. Holding the maple syrup over his lover's chest and letting a thin stream drizzle down. Laying out a loose line from the neck to just past navel and then setting the syrup back on the nightstand. Nick lean down first claiming a long deeply passionate kiss. Next he started the slow licking of the syrup trail. Moving over Greg's neck on down the winding path pass each of the nipples where he stopped. Until each little nub was hard from not only the licking but also the sucking, nipping and kisses. Their cocks rubbed against each other as Nick moved down Greg's body. Greg humped into Nick and in return Nick pinned his lover down as he followed the trial. He moved on down the path continuing to clean the syrup from his lover. The man who was already moaning and pleading for other things but Nick just kept to the slow work of cleaning the syrup off. At one point Nick had to grab Greg's hands and hold them down so that he could continue. Greg burst as Nick lick his navel, his tongue fucking it, cum flow joining with the last bit of syrup.
Nick flipped a limp Greg over after reaching the end of the syrup. And although Nick was hard he had been fantasizing about the rimming. Nick reached the night stand grabbing the things he needed. First Nick took a long drink of water. Next he slipped the cock ring on. Then he held up the last of the blackberry syrup drizzling it down Greg's back stopping as it started to drip between Greg's cheeks. Leaning up Nick made quick work of cleaning off the syrup from the top of the back. Slowing as he made his way down to the small of the back. He changed to a very slow creeping pace as he started down between the cheeks. His tongue tasting the sweet syrup mixed with the saltiness of Greg. The feel of the treasured hole better to his tongue than any fantasy, each little pucker and the moans heighten Nick's actions. He licked sucked and kissed his way all around it before pushing his tongue in. Hard and fast his tongue plunged in and out.
Greg was once more babbling on, "fuck" "Please Nick!" "More" "cock" "Nick" with moans interlaced.
Finally Nick had to stop. A condom slid on, lube then the slow push into Greg. Greg pushed back then Nick snapped the cock ring off. He pounded into Greg. The pace hard fast and deep as Greg pushed back opening himself wider. Nick came within moments having pushed himself almost to far. Greg came just behind him as Nick continued his motion slowing as the orgasmic quakes ran through his body. Feeling Greg's body calm beneath him he pulled out. Instead of getting Greg into the shower like he should Nick just moved up beside his lover pulling the blanket over them both. Greg settled into his side asleep almost before the blanket settled on him.
Nick followed moments behind him, his eyes snapped back open for a moment then remembering that they were off the next day, his eyes closed back. The alarm wasn't set.
Nick remembered getting up sometime during the day as Greg slept. The call from the bathroom was too great to ignore, upon his return Greg curled back into Nick as soon as he lay back down. But now Nick woke lying on his stomach and his legs spread wide. His cock was hard throbbing with a sticking feeling on both his chest and back. His hands grabbing at the sheet as a tongue explored deep into him, making him buck. The thought "I guess that wasn't just a dream after all" flashed in Nick's mind
Moans and incoherent talk flooded his ears. Then Nick realized that it was him making all the noise. His body responding to the things Greg was doing. Nick needed more. Nick wanted Greg inside of him. It had been a long time but he needed it now. Right now.
Once more Nick tried to tell Greg but words and moans interlaced, "pleeease" "Greg" "Cock" "in me" "NOW!"
Nick tried to use his arms to lift himself up only to discover they were tied to the bed. There was enough slack in the cloth so that he hadn't realized it before. Then Greg was gone. Hands grabbed his hips holding Nick still as felt the pressure at his hole. Greg pressed in moving slow continuing in one motion all the way in. This caused a long moan almost a growl from Nick. Greg pulled out a breath later slow and steady.
Nick growled, "Oh yes!"
The rhythm continued slow and steady. Nick pushed back to meet each of Greg's strokes. Nick was so close, his body trying to get Greg in deeper. He pulled at the cloths on his wrist as he tried to move back into Greg, wanting needing more. Greg held tight to Nick's hips trying to keep control. Then as Greg moved closer to his own release he picked up the pace. Greg now drove hard, fast and deep. Nick exploded, moaned Greg's name then collapsed on the bed. Greg continued for few more strokes, at last he shot own release. Greg breaths ragged as he lay on Nick placing soft kiss across his back.
When both men had returned to a normal breathing rhythm and regain the use of their bodies Greg pulled out, dropped the condom in the trash, then he lay back on Nick and continued his kisses.
"Nick, you hungry? Cause I am."
"Yea."
"Want to shower first? I'm kind of a mess."
"Me too, but it sure was fun getting this way."
Greg moved off the bed and headed for the bathroom calling back, "I'll start the water."
Nick lay on the bed watching as Greg went in the bathroom. He heard the water running. Then the toilet flushed, next a toothbrush humming away.
Greg called from the bathroom doorway, "Hey Nick, I thought you wanted." Nick looked towards Greg and held up his hand. Well at least as much as he could. "Opps, I forgot about that."
Greg walked back to the bed and untied Nick. Nick grabbed Greg and pulled him on to the bed, pinning him.
"Now, why did you tie me up?" Nick was trying to look really mad and was failing miserably.
"You kept moving and I couldn't hold you and continue my exploration. So I saw the cloths hanging on the corner of the bed and decided to use them. They at least made it manageable for me to work. Are you really mad? Because I don't think so!" And Greg kissed Nick.
Nick continued the kiss until the need for air made him break it. "No" Nick shifted "Shower, move". Nick swatted Greg's ass as they headed in the bathroom.
There were two reasons that the shower didn't take to long, one they were both so very satisfied and two the noise from their stomachs drove them to hurry. Food was the next thing the two of them sought. Once in the Kitchen they found a quick rhythm in working to get a meal fixed. Nick smiled as Greg handed each item to him. His lover seemed to find things with ease which reinforced the feeling of a matching of minds as well as bodies and hearts.
The next two nights found them doing all the "weekend" things; laundry, shopping, games, tv and kicking back with a little bit of sex, a lot of sex thrown in. They had set the alarm for work to go off an hour earlier than normal. One of their talks had been about Gil and the dinner.
They showered and dressed then Nick cooked a really nice dinner for the three of them. Together they had typed a nice note making sure to handle it with gloves only. They stenciled Grissom on the top of the container. Again using gloves they had put the food in the dish and into a bag. They had made sure there would be no fingerprints or anything else that Gil could use to link it back to them.
By the time they had finished it was time to leave for work. They left early so that they would have extra time. They park several blocks away. Greg's job was to slip the note into Gil's office. Nick had to get the dinner plate into the microwave without anyone seeing him. They met back up out at the cars after completing their missions. They needed to make it look like they had arrived after Gil and not together. The spot they had found gave them a place to take advantage of the extra time for a few kisses before Greg left. Nick followed about fives minutes later.
Gil was in his office holding the note as Nick walked by and waved. Greg was already in the lab and starting on the night's work. Greg often shared his coffee with Gil so he picked up a cup and headed for Gil's office.
"Hey, you want some coffee?"
Gil smiled as he looked up from the plate, "Thanks, that will go good with this." And he pointed to the plate with his fork.
Innocently Greg asked, "So where did you get the plate? It looks and smells as good as the one I got."
"You want to taste? Here's a spoon. Help yourself."
"Man, this is just as good. So who gave it to you?"
"I don't know, found the note on my desk and the plate in the microwave."
"You know we have got to find out who is doing this cooking. I would pay them for these dinners, how about you?" Greg acted as if he didn't know who was doing this.
Gil stopped for a moment. "I already have the note and the top ready for fingerprinting and as soon as I finish this I'm taking it all over to the lab."
Greg stood back up, "Just remember to tell me too." And he walked back to the lab.
Warwick, Nick, Sara and Catherine all sat in the briefing room waiting.
Finally Catherine spoke up. "Anyone know where Gil is?"
"I saw him in his office. He looked like he was eating. I can go get him." Sara piped in.
"Eating at his desk, Gil?" Catherine looked at Sara.
A few minutes later Gil walked in, "sorry I'm late but someone left this great dinner for me. Any of you see who put the plate in the microwave."
"I saw Lisa the clerk coming out of the break room just after I walked by your desk, if that helps." Nick responded.
Gil just kind of nodded then moved on to the business of assigning the work for the night. With assignments to handle they cleared out of the briefing room. A few minutes later found Gil in the clerk's area talking with Lisa. The more Gil talked with her the more he knew she had no ideal what he was talking about. And by the end of shift Gil still had no fingerprints or anything else to go on.
Greg had been spending almost all his free time at Nick's place or at least with Nick. So when the certified letter came at the end of the month he took full advantage of it. The notice gave him thirty days to move and a promise of full refund on any deposits plus one thousand dollars. There was an addition offer of three thousand dollars if he was out within ten days. The building was going to be converted into town homes. When Greg told Nick of the notice it was decided that the next "weekend" they would move Greg in. They had just started their week so that meant four more work nights.
The two of them had Gil still looking for the person that was leaving the dinners. They had put the next dinner in one of those thermo lunch bags and left it in the locker room. They had one delivered by messenger. Next they left one in the briefing room but Warwick found it. It was getting harder and harder to get into the lab and out so they had decided to end it with a big show. They made plates for the whole team and had them delivered to the briefing room. Unfortunately it turned out to be the busiest night in months. The only good thing about it was that they started with a good dinner and no time to look for the cook.
That night was a really tough one, not only in the number of calls but the kind of calls also. There had been so many calls that everyone was out by themselves. The cops and support people were there but only one CSI to a scene.
Nick had just left a robbery/murder at a little mom and pops store out on the edge of the city. The road was this old two lane thing, dark and dreary with few lights but at least it had good pavement. Nick had been the last one to go out as he still had been working on a major case from Tuesday. He was tired, frustrated and angry so he was keeping his speed down. He knew his mind wasn't totally on the road.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the dog run across the road, way in front of him. It went straight into the path of the car on the other side of the road. In the next fraction of a second the dog's body was flying straight for Nick's windshield. It was too late for Nick to do anything but stop. The body rolled to the ground in front of his vehicle.
Nick ran to were the dog lay. He could hear whimpers and feel its breathing. Going to the back of his car he spread out the blanket then picked up the dog and laid him on it. Nick remembered seeing a veterinary hospital on the way out so he headed for it. He drove as fast as was safe to do. Luck was with him as he saw that it was open. The doctor was standing outside on his break as Nick drove up. Nick jumped out and explained what had happened as he opened the back end. Nick carried the dog into the exam room that doctor lead him to.
After doing a quick but through exam the doctor looked up at Nick, "I'm sorry. There's just too much damage and blood loss. The only thing I can do is to stop the suffering."
Nick lowered his eyes to the dog that he was petting, "If you're sure."
"I'm sure," and the doctor left to get the shot.
A few moments after getting the shot the dog stopped whimpering then closed his eyes and at last his breathing stopped. Tears ran down Nick's face.
"Do you know who owns the dog?"
"No, I was driving back to CSI labs. I had just come from a crime scene, when it ran out." Nick wiped his face with the kleenex that doctor handed him. "You would think with all that I see this wouldn't affect me but it just is."
Nick reached over and removed the collar so that he could get a closer look at it. The tag had two phone numbers on one side and the name Teddy on the other. On the inside of the collar Teddy Bear Wishes was written. Nick handed the collar to the doctor.
"Would you like me to take care of calling on the dog? I'm sure you need to get back to work and I'm use to dealing with animals." The doctor took the collar from Nick.
"How much do I owe you for this?"
"Nothing, it's just nice to see someone do the right thing for a change. Most of the time people just keep going never thinking twice of the animals. Like the person who hit him first. I don't see them here do you?"
Nick shook his head. "Could you please let me know if you find the family? I will also need a report on this, county vehicle" and he handed the doctor one of his cards.
"No problem, I'll send the report to this address?" after Nick nodded. "I will be sure to let you know what happens with the calls, Mr. Stokes."
With that Nick walked out to the car and climbed in, heading out for the labs once more. Soon the tears were back as he drove on. Nick had stopped crying by the time he reached the lab. He used a couple of tissues and water to clean his face.
Gil was pulling into the next spot as Nick came around to the locked box on the other side of the vehicle. Gil was already looking over the windshield.
"What happened?"
"A dog hit me. Can I give you the details later, please?" "Okay, but have you filmed it yet?"
Nick knew he was in trouble now, "no, I tried to save the dog."
"Go on. I'll take care of it." And Gil turned around to get his camera.
Nick took all the evidence bags to the labs leaving the DNA lab for last. After placing his stuff at the end of the line Nick headed for his lover.
Greg had his headphones on and his back was to Nick. As Nick got closer to him, Greg pulled off his headphones and turned around. One look at Nick and Greg's arms opened into an invitation for a hug. Nick walked right into the hug, turning into Greg's neck as a few more tears drop from his eyes. Greg held his lover tight, running his hands up and down Nick's back. Feeling that Nick was back in control he let loose of the tight hold then turned his head, their lips met in a light kiss. They moved a little more and kiss again. This one was deep and needy but full of love and understanding.
"Nick, we are in the lab" whispered Greg as they parted.
"Sorry, it's just I killed a dog. That old case is a mess and the one I just came from had a dead clerk. He was only twenty-one and a single father of a two year old. The cops found the two year old sitting by his dead father. And they only got food and maybe two hundred dollars. I just needed you."
"You better now?" Greg looked into Nick's eyes and waited for the nod. "Good because I think our secret is out?"
"Who all's watching us?" Nick's back was to the glass area.
"Just about all of them and I'm sure the rest will hear about it soon." Greg smiled as he answered Nick. "You okay with it?"
Nick nodded but his eyes held fear.
"I need you to believe it will be fine. They are all smiling and giving the thumbs up. Okay, you ready?" Greg leaned forward and kissed Nick lightly. "Love You."
Gil led the group in, "so how long has it been going on?"
Nick turned and faced Gil, "Remember the Lab Rat sign?"
"Yes, you put it up?"
"I sure did and it stopped the jokes. A few nights later I kiss Greg. I kind of tricked him but you only get one chance for a first kiss."
Gil looked deep in thought as the rest moved around congratulating them. Some going on about it took long enough. And moving into the how serious is it? Why didn't you tell us? Catherine demanding details, details.
"Shut up everyone!" Gil looked straight at Nick as everyone else stared first at Gil then at Nick. "You made the dinner for Greg." It was more a statement then a question. "And the two of you have been having fun with me." Gil stepped closer to Nick.
Greg was pushing though the group to get to Nick's side. Once he was there Nick smiled down at him then looked back at Gil.
"We have been feeding you good healthy dinners. And we gave you a fun puzzle to work on also."
Catherine broke in with "Nick, when did you learn to cook like that?"
"Tina started teaching me when she moved in next door and I've been teaching Greg."
"You guys living together?" Gil had lost any thought of trying to continue with the angry act.
Nick and Greg looked at each other and in unison. "Dort of, but it will be official after our next 'weekend'."
Warrick came walking in with his arms loaded full of evidence bags, "Hey, I didn't get any notice about a meeting or party. What's going on?"
Everyone except for Nick, Greg and Gil had started moving out of the DNA lab. By the time Warrick had all the evidence sat down and logged in, only the four men were left in the lab.
Smiling Gil looked at Warrick, "You missed a great show that these two just put on. Maybe if you ask nicely they'll do it again for you."
Both Greg and Nick had turned a bright red.
Warrick glanced between the three men finally stopping on Nick, "You finally asked him out on a date. It took you long enough."
Greg looked at Nick then Warrick, "he didn't ask me out on a date."
Gil and Warrick sounded almost like one voice, "What do you mean?"
"Well, Nick tricked me into a kiss and then following him home. But he never asked me on a date. I sort of, just kind of, started living at his place. His bed is more comfortable than mine. I sleep better at his place. And we're great at getting each other to work on time."
"Greg! You're the one that said you were moving in tomorrow that first day. Remember? I said we should date first."
"I remember. But you still never asked me out, at least not an official 'do you want to do out on a date'?" Greg was smiling as he locked eyes with Nick. "You ask if I was coming over, did I want to go out to eat, see a show, go with you to the bar or a casino but never a date." Greg kissed Nick lightly on the lips. "But I really don't care as long as I get to stay in the bed with you."
Warrick was smiling than went all serious, "Gil, maybe we should give them some privacy. I'm really not into the idea of watching them, if you know what I mean."
Gil almost laughing, "I really think they should be the ones to go." Gil moved his hand motioning to the glass then continued, "...maybe the supply closet. I've noticed that they seem to need a lot of supplies lately but the inventory hasn't changed any."
Gil and Warrick started snickering as they left the lab. They left a very red faced Nick and Greg staring after them.
Nick looked at Greg and whispered, "You don't think, they really know about Saturday, do you?"
"They couldn't or they wouldn't have been asking if.Gil is just playing with us. You know the dinners, yeah, that's it." Greg said trying to convince them both. "You did get a little loud before I put the paper towel in your month."
"I was doing okay until you started with the fingers." Nick whispered back.
Greg smiled as he remembered Saturday night and blowing Nick in the supply room, "I guess adding the fingers, was a bit over the edge but I didn't hear you complaining that night. As remember it was more like "Greg more please more" before I got the paper towel."
"Okay, but it did help me get in a better mood. And I rewarded you later."
"You sure did! Maybe next time you can blow me in the supply room."
Gil stopped at the door of the lab, "Hey Nick, how about giving me the report on the vehicle and Greg."
Greg looked at Gil, "Yes?"
"...get back to work. There's still almost an hour on the shift."
Nick gave Greg a quick kiss, turned and followed Gil out of the lab to his office. Greg returned to the work he had been doing before Nick came in.
Nick got a call as he was finishing up the report with Gil on the vehicle. It was from the doctor at Veterinarian Hospital. He told Nick the second number was the new owner. Her mother had died about four months ago and they had been having problems keeping the dog in the yard. It kept breaking out of the fence to go back to his old home. They had tried everything including a chain which is what the dog had broken as well as their fence before crossing the road. She was very thankful to know about what had happen to the dog. The doctor added that the report should be mailed by the end of the week.
Greg and Nick left the lab together at the end of shift. They took Greg's vehicle as they no longer needed to keep up a front. Nick's vehicle needed to be worked on. The first stop was the Uhaul store to make a reservation for a truck and to get some boxes. Next stop was Greg's apartment. They carried the boxes in. They had planed on spending a couple of hours each day working on packing before going to Nick's bed to sleep.
This first day they had already used packing time just getting the truck and boxes taken care of. So they decided to spend just a little more time going over what furniture Greg wanted to keep and took the measurements. Back at Nick's they hit the bed, sound asleep in minutes.
They had set the alarm for three hours before work so that they could have a little time for each other. Greg slipped out of the bed before the alarm went off. Seeing that he had about a half an hour he headed for the office.
Greg had thought about his friend Mike that morning. Walking around his apartment he realized that most of the furniture he really didn't need anymore. Mike on the other hand could probably use most of it. Greg thought how lucky he was and how unlucky Mike had been over the last year.
First Mike's wife kicked him out of the house they had just bought. The only good thing is that they had no children together and had only been together for two years. Second the divorce settlement went in his favor, everything was split and she had to buy him out of the house. She even paid him for his part of the furniture that she kept. He had used the settlement to buy this big old house. It was something he could fix up and sale to make a profit. And he felt like he really didn't need much in the way of furniture, a bed, TV, stereo, and a couch. That had been the plan that he told Greg.
Mike had just finished painting the place, putting in new carpet and refinishing all the hard wood floors when his sister, Kim showed up. She had packed up her three kids and escaped from her abusive husband to land on his doorstep. Mike of course, took them all in; Kim, Jackie, 6, Kris, 7 and Marcus, 12. He had put all his money into the house so they had to make do with what few things he had been able to buy or borrow from friends.
Greg picked up the phone and called Mike. They made a deal on the furniture. Mike could have all but a few pieces in exchange for helping with the move. As Greg was finishing up with his call to Mike, Nick stood in the door smiling.
"He needs the stuff and I don't. This way we get help with the move." Greg explained.
"Greg," Nick slowly walked over to Greg.
Greg was looking up at Nick, "Yes."
"I think it's a very nice thing you're doing. They don't really have to help but I think you did it that way so that your friend would feel better about taking the stuff. Have I told you today how much I love you?"
"No."
Nick pulled Greg into a passionate kiss. They started a slow movement towards the bedroom where they made love before getting ready for work.
The next three days flew by as Greg and Nick worked their shifts then went to the apartment and packed for a few hours before going home to collapse on Nick's bed. Somehow they had managed to get everything packed. Gil also gave them three days off for the move.
Mike, his sister and her kids where there on the first day, moving day. First they loaded the truck with everything that was going to Mike's. Next was everything for Nick's. They had everything moved and the place cleaned out by late afternoon. Boxes were set all around Nick's place but the guys headed straight for the bed and fell on it. They were sound sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.
Gil and Warrick were still snickering as they reached Gil's office. Jim was standing inside his office.
"So, what's so funny?" asked Jim as he looked up from the file he was reading.
Gil's eyes lit up as they landed on Jim.
Warrick's thoughts flashed to another time many years ago when he saw Jim.
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Walking into the supply room for a box of gloves to find Gil's hands braced on the wall, pants at his ankles and Jim holding Gil's hips while he slammed into Gil's ass.
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But Warrick answered the question before Gil could, "We were laughing about the supply room and its more creative uses. I think maybe you remember how nicely it works as a telephone booth when you need privacy. Or like when a person is having a.clothing issues." Warrick smiled as Gil then Jim started a very slow change to red. "If I remember correctly there were a few nights that Gil had to help you with your pants or you, his." As Warrick said this last part he turned and walked away, smiling waving bye.
Gil closed the door and as he turned around he found himself being nailed to the closed door with a kiss.
"He's still a smart-ass but at least, I understand him more now." Jim stated as soon as he caught his breath.
"You were jealous of him. And I told you then that there was no reason to be. I knew you were afraid that the young stud would take me away. But I understood why, I just didn't know how to get you to see it that to me he's like a little brother to be taught and watched over."
"That night, after he saw us, things changed. And I finally got it." Jim lightly kissed Gil lips. "Now, why the supply room talk?"
"Greg and Nick just put on a show in the lab for us, hugging and kissing. Nick was upset. He seems to have forgotten the glass and went to Greg for comfort. You remember me telling you about the sign?"
"Yes. Nick and Greg? But I thought Nick was a Ladies Man like Warrick."
"Me too, I guess I need to remind myself that things aren't always what they appear to be. Anyway, Greg said he's been in Nick's bed since a few days after that sign thing."
"Really? Still what has that got to do with the supply room?"
"Warrick said Nick asked Greg out on a date. Greg went into this spree about how Nick tricked him into giving him a kiss and then following him home but never did Nick asked him for a date. Nick defended himself saying that first day that they should date and it was Greg that said he was moving in. You missed a really good show. Then Greg kissed Nick and Warrick said we should give them privacy. I pointed out the glass and suggested the supply room. And that is how the supply room issue came into play."
Jim's eyes flashed as he remembered a few nights back to the noises he had heard coming from the supply room, then continued on to the many times that he had been in the said room with one Gil Grissom. Warrick was right about needing help with his pants when they had become a little too tight. Gil could always fix them.
"Jim, you got dirty in your eyes and now, is not the time for it." Gil's mind flashed to his own memory of the supply room. "Save that thought for home." As Gil had said this Jim's hands started to move to more sensitive areas. "Jim, stop, wait for home, it's only a little over an hour. Jim!" Gil was pushing arms back up and bodies apart. "Home!"
"But the supply room is so close by and it's calling to us." Jim captured Gil's lips in a long kiss. The moment they parted for air Jim's cell went off. "Brass here"."Okay I'm on my way." And he shut the phone. "Gil, you get your way. I'll see you at home and you'll be paying for this."
"Love you, will you be late?"
"Hope not, just a meeting. I think." Jim had opened the door but turned around, "Oh, I guess I did hear what I thought I heard Saturday night. I told you we should've checked it out." Then he blew a kiss on his way out.
Gil smiled then moved to his desk. He first checked his messages and then his email. He spied the time and figured he should get the report for Nick's vehicle problem out of the way.
Greg and Nick were still standing in the same place. They didn't seem to notice Gil so he watched for a few moments as they quietly talked before calling out to them.
"Hey Nick, how about giving me the report on the vehicle and Greg..."
Greg looked at Gil, "yes?"
"...get back to work. There's still almost an hour on the shift."
Nick gave Greg a quick kiss, turned and followed Gil out of the lab to his office. Greg returned to the work he had been doing before Nick came in.
Once the report and paperwork was done Nick left Gil's office for the locker room. The end of shift was ten minutes ago but he was sure Greg would be waiting.
"You sure you don't want to check out the supply room?" Gil almost jumped out of his skin at Jim's first word. Gil had been lost in Nick's report but looked up at the sound of his lover who was now leaning on the door jam.
Gil smiled, "No, I want to take my time. I want to make you beg?"
"And just how do you think you're going to do that?"
"Home, James and I'll show you." Gil logged out of the computer and shut everything off. He grabbed a bag and headed out the door with Jim leading the way.
***
Catherine watched as Warrick left Gil's office. She slipped quickly down the hall and next to Warrick joining him is his walk.
"So what's all the talk about the supply room?"
"The supply room is the place we go to get our gloves and etc." Warrick said as he continued towards the break room.
"And what are the more creative uses?" Catherine asked in a low voice.
Warrick came to a halt, "What?" He tried to put a look of puzzlement on his face.
"You heard me. So what are the more creative uses?" She asked giving him a look that would cave most men in. "And you made Gil blush, so it must really be a good story. So spill. Details I want details."
Warrick out of the corner of his eye saw Bobby walking towards his lab, "Sorry Cath, gotta go. Hey Bobby, man, you have my report ready?" And Warrick hurried after the man leaving a perturbed Catherine behind.
Catherine turned and headed back to finish the report she had been working on before being distracted by the 'Nick and Greg show'. This was the second time tonight that she felt like she was being left in the dark.
After getting the report from Bobby Warrick quickly checked the hall then, with a sigh of relief, headed for his desk. He dropped the report on it, then looking at the clock he headed for home.
Jim and Gil both drove up within moments of each other to the home they shared. Each had run a few errands on the way home.
Once they were inside and finished with the ritual and chores of getting home, their attention turned to each other.
"Jim, juice or coffee?" Gil called out from the kitchen as his lover had yet to join him there.
Jim answered "juice" as he slid into the stool at the counter.
It was Gil's week to fix the meals and Jim had clean-up duty in the kitchen. Jim smiled as he watched Gil cook. "So what makes you think you'll have me begging?" He ventured.
Gil looked up, smiled then his attention went back to the cooking. "You'll see after breakfast. What happened at the meeting? You were back at my office awfully quick."
"For a change it was someone else that's in the fire. Seems the Chief just presumed it was me. When I walked into the office, the person that was making the complaint just looked at me then back at him. Next he asked who the hell I was. So the Chief sent me home." Jim smiled at Gil staring at him, "eggs are going to burn."
"So who is in the fire?"
"Don't know and I don't care as long as it's not us." A moment later the plate was placed in front of Jim and Gil took the seat next to him. Jim leaned over and looking his lover in his bright blue eyes, kissed him, murmuring, "Thanks, love you."
They ate the food in the quiet comfort of their home letting the world of work drift away.
"So, it seems to me that you should be the one to beg." Jim took a sip of his juice.
"And what makes you think that? I told you that I would have you begging when we were in my office, remember James?" Gil twisted his stool so he now faced Jim.
"But that was after you refused to go to the supply room with me and the phone rang. I said then that you owed me one, remember my love." Jim leaned in for a kiss.
Gil just answered him with a breath stealing, toe tingling kiss then broke it off sliding off the stool.
When Jim got his breath back, "I'll be there as soon as I get the dishes taken care of."
"I'll be waiting," Gil headed out of the kitchen continuing to their bedroom.
While Jim took care of the kitchen, Gil readied the bedroom. The bag was opened and the new oil pulled out and set in easy reach for later. The bedding was pulled back. The new feathery soft bindings were tied into the rings on the bedposts and laid out of sight but within easy reach for Gil. The black-out curtains pulled closed and the mood light turn on to the softest setting Gil then added a soft flow of music. Finally he made it to the bathroom and turned on the shower, his clothes shed as he arranged the bedroom. Jim walked in the room to find Gil brushing his teeth. Jim joined in brushing his before he joined Gil in the shower.
Jim lay down on his stomach in the middle of the bed after the shower. Gil climbed on after him, picked up the oil and poured some into his hand. Gil warmed the oil before gently rubbing it on his lover's back. Gil's hands worked the tightness out of Jim's muscles, each area given total attention. This continued until Gil heard the even breaths of sleep coming from Jim. Gil then moved tying each wrist and ankle with a binding.
Next Gil returned to continue the massage only moving now to the fun part of it, the part that would soon have James begging Gil for his release. Gil poured more oil into his hands warming it just as he had done before. His hands move down from the small of his lover's back and over his ass. Then down the crack sliding down and over the hole continuing to the balls before making the return trip. Gil's oiled hands traveled over his lover's body teasing it awake. Soon Gil could hear the change in breathing as he continued the teasing. His fingers would push lightly on the anus with each trip past it, adding just a bit more pressure each time.
The soft moan told Gil it was time to move on. This time he added a little more oil and when he reached the anus he pushed the tip of his finger in. Pulled the finger out and dipped into the oil in the palm of his other hand. He continued this for several minutes until almost all the oil was used, letting the rest drip down the crack as he held the cheeks apart. Gil now pushed his finger farther into the hole and back out. Fucking his lover's hole with his finger until he heard the change in the breathing and moans that told him Jim was awake. Now he added another finger, continued the slow finger fucking. As his lover's sounds again changed in tone he smiled and added a third finger. Jim's noises quickly changed to words and moans with Jim's body bucking to meet the fingers.
"Gil.cock.Gilll.cock"
Jim tried to push himself up and looked at his wrist when couldn't moved his arms or legs. Slowly he realized that he was tied up and knew what he had to do. The words came out in a broke string of sound interlaced with moans and panting breaths.
"Gil.please. fuck me"
"But lover what do you think I'm doing." Gil had gone back to just sliding two finger in and around then out of his lover's ass.
"pleasse.your.cock"
Gil couldn't help himself, he grinned as he pulled out his fingers so he could slick his cock with the oil, "you want to touch my cock."
"Nooo" Jim had to fight to put the words together, "I want your cock in my ass, nooowwww." His head was down in the pillows, so he hadn't seen his lover shifting to give him just what he wanted, no needed, so desperately.
Gil had slid his cock all the way in as Jim had said the last word. It came out of Jim as more of a moan then word. Gil smiled at the sound. A moment later Jim bucked then Gil pulled almost all the way out before slowly sliding back in. Gil set a slow pace using his body to help hold Jim down. Jim pulled at the ties as he tried to find leverage to push back on his lover. Trying hard to impale himself on the cock, but he couldn't get the leverage he needed. Once more Gil's words spoken in the office, told Jim what he needed to do.
Jim gasped and moaned out the message, a battle won with each word that escaped. "Gil.please.faster.harder.deeper.please.need.to.cum.now. I'm.begging"
Gil picked up the pace as he heard the word. He was also close, as his body drove Jim into the bed. Then Gil shot his hot fluid into his lover, driving Jim over the edge. Gil clasped onto his lover as the orgasmic quakes flowed through their bodies.
Finally, when he could move again Gil withdrew and gently untied his lover, checking each wrist and ankle for any abrasions. Finding none he moved to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned his love up then gently urged Jim to move over and off the dirty top sheet.
Jim watched it all with sleepy hooded eyes, as his love first checked him over then cleaned them up without protest. "We're good, now come to bed."
Gil whispered as Jim curled against his back, "I told you I would make you beg."
They both fell into a deep satisfied sleep with Jim holding Gill close to him.
The new talk of the Crime Lab was the surprise turn of events as everyone found out about Nick and Greg being a couple. There were a few that didn't seem to like the idea that Nick The Ladies Man turned out to be in love with a man. Of course, it was mostly the women that were bemoaning the lost of another stud to a younger stud, taking not one but two men off the market.
Catherine just laughed inside every time she heard the women. If only they had really been watching they would've known that not only was Nick never really on the menu but Greg was all over the menus, men or women. What had surprised Catherine was that Greg had scratched himself from the menus so fast. She worried a little about how the party boy had jumped into Nick's bed and home then stayed.
That was until Nick and Greg walked in for their next shift. Not only were they early but the smile and light in their eyes told of the love that they felt. Their steps light and airy as if they were walking on clouds reminded Catherine that she had felt that once a very long time ago. Now she wished that they would never know the other side of that feeling, the one that comes when love is no longer enough or is now one-sided.
Catherine turned back to the stack of reports. The last couple of days and nights had been slow so Gil had thought it was a good time to work on reviewing the old cases. Everyone hated this and right now Catherine was wishing for a little action to take her away from it. And in her job that's bad because too often they get more than they want, much more.
A few hours later Catherine needed a break from the stack of reports. So far the night had only one call and Gil had sent Warrick with Sara on it. Catherine decided that now would be a good time to stock up her field kit. The fresh air would do her good.
She walked to her vehicle and made a list of the supplies she needed. The first stop was to pick up the paperwork that she needed. Once she had all the forms and labels she walked back out and put them away in the file box. Catherine walked back inside and headed for the supply room. She didn't notice the shadow watching her.
Catherine had pulled almost all of the things on the list off the shelves and placed them on the cart just inside the door. Her back was to the door and she was in the back part of the supply room lost in her search for the last item. She stood up and turned around having just found the item as Warrick reached her. Catherine lost hold of the item at the sight of him.
"Do you still want to know what the more creative uses for this room are?" his voice a tantalizing mixture of the normal tone and the voice of a stud about to land his prey.
Their eyes locked as she nodded, her voice caught in her throat. Warrick's right hand lifted her chin as his left slid around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips touch gently to hers for a brief moment before claiming her month. Her arms went up and around his neck as her body started to melt away.
His voice deep with passion long held in, "that's one of the more creative uses."
Warrick then let go of Catherine as she gained her footing again. He stepped back and started to move as if to leave.
"So, you kissed Gil?" she was surprised that she had found any words after that kiss.
"No, Jim was entertaining Gil in here." Warrick stared at her in disbelief, "don't tell me that you don't know that Jim and Gil are lovers! Cause I won't believe you."
"But it would explain why Jim was on your case all the time." Catherine was surprised again that her mind was working at all after that kiss. "So what did you catch them doing?" She batted her eyes and silken her voice.
"It'll take more than one kiss for me to tell you that," he cooed back.
The next thing he knew was that she was in his arms and they were locked in one of the most intensely passionate kisses that he had ever had. They leaned into the metal shelving unit. It was a good thing that it was bolted into the walls and floors.
Catherine held tight to Warrick as they parted to breathe, "So how many more kisses do you need before spilling the details?"
"How about we meet after shift to work on the conditions for the spilling of said details?" Warrick was still leaning on the unit but Catherine had gained her footing.
"Your place?" Catherine inquired.
"Sure," Warrick agreed with a grin, eyeing her butt as she picked up her last item. As she headed out of the room she stopped at the cart gathering the rest of the supplies into an empty box then left leaving a recovering Warrick. He left a few moments later, scanning the hall for any witnesses.
The supply room was once more available for use.
The night had been so slow. Nick's eyes were starting to cross from reading all the old cases. He hated nights like these. Gil could always come up with the most tedious of assignments. Nick felt that old case review was better than inventory but not by much.
Leaning back and closing his eyes, his mind drifted back to a Saturday night not to long ago and Greg. That night had been a bad one but in a totally different way, but Greg and a trip to the supply room had gotten Nick through the night. Then, rewarding Greg at home made it even better. A break and movement is what Nick needed at the moment.
Nick got up to take a walk as he headed out of the office he saw Catherine heading into the supply room with a list. Seeing that the supply room was in use Nick headed for the DNA lab, where he found Greg finishing the cleaning of yet another piece of equipment. Nick saw Greg's To-Do-list from Gil had almost all been checked off.
"Gil's keeping you busy I see." Nick placed a kiss on Greg's cheek as his arms slid around his lover's waist.
"This is something that has to be done and it's better than inventory. Dayshift had to do that." Greg leaned back into Nick's loving arms as he finished putting the last part back on. "You know I could use a new box of gloves. You want to walk with me to get them?"
"No, you have a full box."
A shocked Greg flipped around in lover's arms but Nick continued before a sound could leave Greg's month.
"Catherine is in there, so it wouldn't be fun at the moment. Can I have a rain check for when she leaves?"
"You worried me for a second. Call me, when you see the supply room is available." Greg smiled then kissed his lover.
"How about we go have lunch while we wait for the room?" Nick flashed his watch at Greg.
The two of them headed for the break room and food. They took seats where they almost had a view of the supply room door and could see most of the hall. They wanted to watch for Catherine leaving the supply room. What they didn't think of or expect was Warrick's covert entrance into the already occupied room. Of course, had they actually been watching the area instead of each other they might have seen him. Luckily they finally did catch Catherine walk by carrying the box of supplies.
Their eyes locked again and their grins matched as Greg stood then left the break room, and headed for the supply room.
Warrick made his escape with barely a breath of time to spare. He glanced back as he rounded the corner and saw a very excited looking Greg enter the room. The crime labs own little love shack.
Nick took his time in cleaning up the table then walked out and down the hall. He slipped into the supply room for their rendezvous. As he locked the door, Nick saw Greg at the back, his shirt and pants hanging open. A luscious dessert displayed just for him. Greg was just the dessert that Nick wanted and needed.
"What would you have done if it had been someone else?" Nick asked in a sultry voice.
"You wouldn't let it be anyone else," Greg cooed back before Nick claimed his lips.
Greg moaned into the kiss as Nick pulled their body together. His cock had already started showing his need building and now with the touch of his lover clothed body it hardened even further.
Greg's ass came to rest on edge of a box as Nick loosened his hold on him. Nick left his lover's lips to move onto the inviting neck and body. Knowing that they had limited time Nick moved quickly but carefully across then down along Greg's neck and body. He made sure to awaken each nerve as he moved to kneel before the main feature of his dessert. He licked the already glistening head. Slowly sucking his lover's cock into his mouth where he savored the taste and feel.
Greg gasped as he leaned back onto the wall for more support. The intense pleasure was starting to over power him. His hand flew into his mouth as his moans threatened to escape, trapping his cries of pleasure. Time seem to last forever and rush by all at the same moment as Nick continued the erotic torture of him. Nick took him almost to the edge then pulled him back only do it over again and again. Then his orgasm exploded and every drop was sucked out of him by his hungry lover. His body slummed against the wall and box as his lover clean then tucked his spent cock back into his pants. Next his shirt was buttoned backed up. At last, Nick claimed his lips in gentle loving kisses then held him while he got his footing back.
Greg smiled as he got his voice back, "love you, reward at home."
"It's a good thing I wore my loose pants and shirt. And only have a little while longer to go," whispered Nick in a sultry voice. Then adding, "I'll go first, if there's a problem I'll phone." And Nick patted the cell hanging from Greg's belt. He gave him one last kiss before turning to leave.
Jim sat in Gil's office. He leaned into the corner of the couch with his feet up pretending to read his book. But the activity in the hall had caught his attention. His mind wondered to another time as he watched first the Warrick/Catherine show and now the Greg/Nick show. Jim glanced from the hall to Gil as he watched one of the female clerks try the door while Nick and Greg were in the room. She walked off with a puzzled look at having found the supply room door locked.
Jim was off-duty tonight and had called earlier. Gil had sounded like he needed the company and no one ever questioned Jim hanging out at the lab or the fact that he was in casual dress. Jim finally just closed the book and set it aside.
"Okay, what's so interesting out there?" Gil looked up at the sound of the closing book to see Jim staring out at the hall.
"You ever considered putting up a schedule for using the supply room?" Jim asked innocently, looking at the supply room door feeling the pull in his pants.
Jim turned toward Gil at the sound of his voice.
"What?" Gil's glasses had slid slightly down his nose like always, before he just reached up and pulled them off.
Their eyes locked as they read each other's body language.
"You owe me a supply room trip and it's open for business now!" Jim pronounced.
"It is, so you've been watching it, instead of reading? I suppose." Gil asked as his lover stood and moved to the door
"See you there in a minute." Jim was out the door before Gil could say another word.
Gil knew that there would be no peace at home if he didn't go. Then he reasoned it had been sometime since they had done this. Besides he could use the walk, his legs, and other things, needed to stretch.
Jim stood at the back of the room waiting for his lover. He had things ready for them. It was a good thing he kept a small tube of lube in his pants. The door opened and Gil walked in but Jim had felt that momentary rush as the question of who had opened the door was answered. The hardness grew with each second as he thought of how much he loved Gil. The memory of pleasuring each other and the touches filled him with need as he watched each step that Gil took towards him.
Gil locked the door, a lesson learned. He saw the need shining bright in his lover's eyes as he approached. He unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on the hook where the clipboard hung. Jim's shirt now lay on the boxes having been pulled off at the same time. They mirrored each other as their pants were undone and their cocks were set free.
Lips came together in loving need, each fighting for control then one giving in until both gave into the need for air. Grasping, pulling in great breaths of air they pulled their bodies tightly together before returning to the kissing. Jim's hand met up with Gil's hand as they encircled their hard cocks. And together they began to masturbate them as if they were one. Their free hands caressed each other as they lost themselves in the pleasuring. Quickly orgasms flood their senses and cum flowed over their hands. With practiced ease they grab the towels and clean each other up. Soon after redressing they stood checking each other for any major tale-tale signs of what had just happen in the supply room.
Confident that they were okay Gil headed out of the supply room. He glanced quickly but thoroughly before telling Jim the coast was clear. Jim swatted Gil's ass as they headed back to the office.
A quick turn of his head and a whispered, "Jim behave or I'll send you home" came from Gil as he hurried towards his office.
Neither one saw the shadow watching as they left the supply room. They didn't see the shadow rush to the forms room to find a safe hiding place. They didn't hear the sobs trying to break free because of the crashing of her world before the shadow could reach the safety of the hiding place. But Lisa had and that is a tale for another time.
The supply room was once more opened for 'normal' business.
The female clerk finally found the door unlocked and walked in. She grabbed a can of air fresher out of the boxes and sprayed it. Then she picked up the supplies she needed and left. Making a mental note to herself to have dayshift get the supplies from now on.
Soon the night shift would be on their way home to sleep the day away or not. In the evening they would return once more to watch over the night.
Catherine stormed into Grissom office the next night, "Gil, what's this I hear, you gave Sara a week off?"
Gil locked eyes with her, "close the door and have a seat."
Catherine pushed the door close with a little more force than necessary. She walked with almost a stomp then plopped in the chair, barely keeping control of her mouth.
"Please, Catherine, let me explain." Gil paused to gather his thoughts, "I know I wouldn't let you have the time off this week, I'm sorry. But like I told you, day-shift is short handed and I don't know if one of us will have to help them out." Gil could see that Catherine was getting ready to blow so he pushed forward as quickly as he could. "Sara had a personal problem that she needed to deal with. One that meant she needed to be away from work to handle it." Gil gave her a slight smile, "I'm sure you remember that I arrange for you to have extra time off when you needed it. It wasn't always at the best of times for the lab. And a few times I had to talk Brass into it, and at a personal cost to me." Gil saw the acknowledgement of the last statement in the change of her body language. "Catherine, I'll make sure you get the next time off that you want if it's at all in my control. Okay?"
"So, are you going to tell me what the issue is?"
"Not unless you want me to share all your issues with her."
"I think not!" Catherine had stood and took a step or two, stopped then looked back at him, "Gil, did she finally find out about you?"
Gil stared at the computer hoping she would just leave.
When Gil wouldn't look at her she moved back to the chair, "How?"
He still had not looked at her but the slump of his shoulders told everything, "Does it really matter?" He felt the weight of the cruelty in how she found out once more. "She knows I'm gay. Also that Jim and I are lovers. Now if you'll leave, I need a few moments alone."
Catherine softened her voice, "Gil, what happened? Is that why you all left early?"
"Catherine," Gil looked at her, "leave it alone." His eyes told her that the conversation was over.
She stood and walked out of the office, quietly closing the door behind her. She headed straight for the DNA lab and the one person who always knew what was going on.
Greg turned smiling at her as she walked in. He picked up the report that he thought she was here to get. When she took it and didn't look at it, he knew something was up. He should have realized that she wanted more than the report when Catherine gave the door that little push that would cause it to close. Next, Greg found himself being given a third degree about the prior night and what had happened. Just before Greg reached the point of telling her about Nick, him and the supply room his lover came in and to his rescue.
"Hi Catherine, what's up?" Nick's eyes danced as he quickly glanced at her then past her and into his lover's eyes. His smile lit up the room but Catherine could see and feel it was meant for only one person. And that wasn't her.
"You know anything about Sara getting the week off and why?" Catherine stepped back, giving the spot next to Greg over to Nick.
"Not really, just heard she was off." Catherine turned to leave. Then came to an abrupt stop spinning back to face the guys when Nick continued. "Clerical is talking about Sara crying in the forms room; Lisa taking her home and Lisa being off for the week also."
Catherine gave Nick that anything-else look, "and?"
Nick had that look of the innocent-kid-who-really-has-no-clue-what- she-means.
"Nick, there's more! Now out with it!" Catherine stepped up close to Nick letting him know he wasn't going anywhere until he spilled the rest.
He added finally with that chestier cat look, "A couple of people saw Lisa go into Grissom's office. The captain stayed in there with them. One of them heard a few loud and choice words. Then the next thing they know, Lisa and Sara left, followed by Grissom and Brass a few minutes later. Some say that Brass had his protective but angry look and Gil had the weight of the world look. You know the one, when he feels he screwed up."
Catherine still had that stance of tell-me-the-rest, "What word?"
Nick felt Greg's hand on his back in loving support, "Just angry voices and Brass saying 'Gil' in that voice." As Catherine seemed to be lost in her thoughts Nick added one more thing to drive her crazy. "One of the clerical women is stating that she won't go in the supply room any more due to it being locked some of the time and the smell."
Catherine nodded her bye as she turned around to leave. She now thought back to Rick, her and the supply room then to the talk at Rick's. Her cheeks blushing as she remembered paying for the information on what Rick had seen in the supply room years before.
The sound of Nick telling his lover something drifted in, "Bobby saw Jim and Gil slip into the supply room after us."
All at once she realized what Sara must have seen. With the realization came a little bit of guilt over never telling Sara that Grissom was gay and in a relationship, instead just letting her keep the puppy dog crush going.
Catherine was so lost in her thoughts that she walked right into Rick. He caught hold of her keeping her steady. The touch of him on her body sent waves of little electric sparks.
Rick smile down, "Cath, you okay?"
The blush that had started as she left the lab now turned into a bright red one. Her eyes moved up the shirted chest, flooding her memory with how it felt to touch the bare skin. Her eyes continued on up, the feel and taste of those lips causing the need to kiss them. The noise of the lab registered before she did what she really wanted to do as her control locked back into place.
"Sorry Rick, I was lost in a thought. Thanks for catching me." Her eyes held his in a way that neither would've let happen before this morning.
"So, what's got you that deep into thought?" He still stood in what most would call her personal space but she didn't seem to care.
She motioned at one of the smaller empty labs. With the door closed they stood as if they were looking at her report. Catherine then filled him in on what she knew and what she thought must have happened. By the time they walked out, Nick was waiting in the hall for Warrick instead of the other way around. The two guys left minutes later on a call.
The work loads managed to stay with a reasonable amount for both the day-shift and the night-shift over the next week. Everyone was feeling the change in the mood around the lab. Most of the CSIs seem to be a little more understanding and nice, especially the night- shift. And even to Hodges. By time that Sara was due to return everyone was speculating on what would happen when she walked in.
Sara walked in with Lisa, after all her car had been left here at the office a week ago. Sara turned and walked into the locker area just as she had many times before. Lisa walked to her own office in the clerical area. Nothing appeared to be different about the women.
Sara sat in the briefing room waiting with her cup of coffee. Gil walked in a few minutes later. He pulled the chair next to her out and sat down facing her.
"Sara, I'm sorry that you found out about me and Jim the way you did. I should have told you a long time ago that I'm gay and was already in a relationship."
Sara smiled and jump in before he could continue, "It was hard, but maybe the only way for me to except it. It's okay. It really is okay now."
Gil started to get up then sat back down, "Sara, if you need …"
Sara reached out and touched Gil's hand, "I can handle having you as a boss. Your shinning armor may be scraped, chipped and dented a little but you're still a knight in my eyes, just not the lover kind anymore. That is one of the things I realized. You're one of the few people that I really trust. I'm not talking about with my life on the job because I know Nick, Warrick, Catherine and even Brass would be there for me. I mean the emotional soul-being kind of trust. I'm really fine this time." Sara motioned with her body towards the door, "the rest are coming."
Gil got up and moved to the head of the table taking his normal briefing stances.
With a few moments of each other they all sat down. Each spoke a 'welcome back and how was it?' to Sara. She smiled and answered, 'it was good, just what she need, had great time' and etc.
Grissom let it go on for only a few minutes before interrupting it with the handing out of assignments. Sara and Catherine were sent off to the hospital for a rape case while the guys where each given a murder. Gil headed back to his office to finish the reports that were hanging over his head.
Jim closed all the blinds in Grissom's office as he waited for his lover's return. He had taken the night off knowing that Sara returned tonight and he wanted, needed to be here for his lover.
Jim looked up at the sound of Gil's return to his surprise there was a smile on his lover's face. "What happened?" He patted the couch for Gil to join him.
Gil quickly filled Jim in on what Sara had said. Gil leaned back into his lover letting the tension that had filled him drain away. He had expected the worst and had gotten, well, something a whole lot better than he deserved. His lover kissed his neck; again then continued up to the ear lobe were first he sucked on it than whisper into his ear.
"Baby, you think the supply room is open?" as Jim returned to the nuzzling of his neck.
"It doesn't matter because we're not going in there. You are heading home. I have too much to do tonight and so do you. Laundry, dishes and the rest of the cleaning remember?" Gil tried to move out of Jim's arms.
Jim loosed his hold on his lover so they could look each other in the face. And the look told Jim he had lost this round but he was far from being out, "Okay, I'll leave in a few minutes." He paused as Gil moved towards his desk but continued before he reached it, "I still think you should put up a schedule for use of the supply room."
Gil stopped and slowly turned around as his lover was talking. "I am not going to do that! Go tell Ecklie about it if you must but stop trying to get me to do it." Gil's expression of anger faded as soon as he saw the disappointed look on his lover's face. "Jim, please drop the supply room thing." Gil had returned, sitting next to Jim.
He leaned into Jim and kissed him. The first kiss light, a gentle kiss of love, and the next one deeper, speaking of passion, "I love you, I'll see you in the morning."
There was a twinkle in Jim's eye, "You should at least work out a signaling system. I mean it use to be just us and Bobby & friend that used it. Now we have deal with Nick & Greg, Catherine & Warrick and I think Sara & Lisa also. So you see you really need to do something. Because if Hodges finds someone there's bound to be a major problem and then we'll never get to use it."
Gil stared at his lover, finally the words broke free. "What do you mean Catherine and Warrick? And just because Lisa and Sara are friends how do you make the jump to lovers?"
Jim stood up pulling Gil with him, "I'll just head home and let you do you work now," Jim gave his lover a goodbye kiss and made a move towards the door.
Gil blocked his way, "I want an answer now."
"Catherine been floating most of the week and Rick is smiling most of the time. She blushes almost every time they are near the supply room. I'm betting he made a trade for the goods on us."
"But she's known about us for years."
"Not about Warrick catching us in the supply room."
"Okay, still… Lisa and Sara?"
"It really very simple, Lisa is a lesbian and Sara still sees you as a knight but not a lover. Hence, she's found a new lover, and my money is on Lisa. Why do you think Lisa wanted her to go? Lisa been doing everything she could to get close to Sara. I think that's part of the reason she took the promotion here instead of the one in the traffic department. They are both same pay and the traffic one was a day job. Is this a problem for you?"
Their arms just naturally started holding each other as they had been talking. Gil now leaned into the embrace, "No, I want Sara to find someone. But she's never showed any signs that it was anything except men for her."
"Maybe Lisa is her Grissom, my love." Gil blushed as Jim captured his lips.
After catching his breath, "Just as long as Lisa is as good to her, as you have been to me," then they kiss a few more soft kisses. "I really do need to get the reports done."
"I know. I'm going home," Jim smiled then added, "to make it all nice for my lover. Clean clothes, dishes and the rest, see you in the morning."
Jim left and Gil sat down at his desk to finish the pile of reports.
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