Title: Reprimand
By: wojo62
Rated: NC-17 Pairing: Gil/Greg
Summary: Greg is called into the bosses office to be reprimanded.
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were.
This stroy is Self-beta'd.

Greg entered Grissom's office feeling a bit apprehensive. He had been summoned to the boss's office about his latest behavior at a crime scene. So, he made an inappropriate joke, it was his way of dealing with such a horrible situation. His sense of humor was his defense mechanism, he never meant to sound cold or unfeeling. Sara however did not find it funny, why couldn't she just kept her mouth shut? Does she really have to run to Grissom and tell him everything? Now here he was waiting to be reprimanded.

"You wanted to see me, Grissom?" Greg asked, trying to play innocent.

"Yes Greg, I had a little talk with Sara earlier." Gil said, removing his glasses. "She told me about your inappropriate comment."

"Look Grissom, I'm sorry. But sometimes humor is the only way I can deal with things." Greg tried to explain.

"Sara suggested I punish you." Gil said. "I told her I'd have a talk with you, but then I felt the need to remind her of all the inappropriate comments and actions she herself had been guilty of. Then I strongly suggested she take a closer look at herself before she recommends punishment for someone else."

"You seriously told her that!?" Greg asked surprised. "So, I'm not in any trouble then?"

"Well, your not completely out of the woods." Gil answered, standing up.

"So, you are going to punish me?" Greg asked, looking down to the floor, at an imaginary spot he toed with his foot.

"I have to do something Greg. Otherwise I'm not doing my job." Gil pointed out.

"I understand." Greg said. "Are you going to suspend me?"

"No, Greg. I have something else in mind." Gil smiled at him then, and Greg knew all he needed to know. "Close and lock the door, then pull the blinds. This is a private matter."

"Yes Sir." Greg answered and did what he was told. His cock twitched with excitement. With the recent caseloads and with both men working doubles, sometimes triples, they haven't been able to steal a moment together in almost two weeks!

"Come here, my boy." Gil said, his voice growing deep with desire.

Greg moved closer to his older lover until he stood right in front of him. Gil pulled Greg to him, he could feel Gil's arousal against his own. The look of lust in Gil's eyes made Greg shiver with his own desire.

"I've missed you, Greg." Gil whispered, reaching down and cupping Greg's ass.

"Well, all work and no play..." Greg began but Gil silenced him with a searing kiss. Greg wrapped his arms around the other man, returning the kiss eagerly.

Their kiss was hungry, desperate, it had been so long. Tongues moved together, massaging, tasting, probing one another's hot, wet mouths. They kissed deeply, neither man could get enough. The kiss continued until the need to breath pulled them apart, leaving them both breathless and wanting more. Gil kissed Greg again, not wanting to loose contact for long. He loved the feel of Greg's soft lips, and the way he tasted of chocolate and coffee. He backed him up until he was against the desk, he ground his hips against his young lover, making Greg moan into the kiss. Again the need for air prevailed.

"Greg, I want you." Gil panted. "Right here, right now."

"I want you too." Greg answered breathlessly. "It's been so long."

Gil stepped back and ran his fingers over the waistband of Greg's jeans, He licked his lips and looked into Greg's eyes.

"Take them off." Gil said, breathing hard.

Greg smiled and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down to his ankles and kicking them off. His erection clearly visible through his boxer briefs. Gil pulled his own pants down to his knees, then reached out and palmed Greg's hardness through the fabric of his briefs. Greg moaned in response.

"Mmmm, my boy's hard for me." Gil sighed, still caressing Greg. "What shall I do about that?"

"Gil please." Greg panted, grabbing the front of Gil's shirt. "Take me...now."

Gil smirked and then yanked down Greg's boxer briefs, making Greg's cock slap against his tummy, he stepped out of those as well. Gil then pushed him down onto his desk, and freed his own throbbing cock from his boxers. Then he pulled Greg legs up to rest on his shoulders, he then spit into his hand, using his own saliva as lubricant. He didn't waste time preparing Greg because when Greg used the words take me , it meant only one thing. He wanted it now, and he wanted it rough.

"Fuck me, Gil." Greg begged. "Please."

"Shhhh, we need to keep quiet Greg," Gil placed a finger to Greg's lips. "We're not at home."

Greg nodded and Gil placed his cock at Greg's entrance and pushed inside, through the ring of muscle and beyond, until he was all the way in. Greg moaned loudly unable to control himself as his bundle of nerves were stimulated, so Gil placed his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet and began to fuck him hard and fast, like he knew Greg wanted it. He kept his hand clamped over Greg's mouth, he was not one to remain silent as it was, but especially when he was being fucked.

Greg writhed beneath him and reached behind his head, to grasp the other end of the desk, he held on so tight his knuckles turned white, as Gil pounded into him as hard as he could. Gil bit his bottom lip to keep himself from crying out, he loved fucking Greg, loved being buried deep inside the other man. Greg's warm, tight channel enveloped him, pulling him deeper. He continued keeping Greg quiet with one hand while his other hand began to pump Greg's cock in time with his thrusts. It was going to be over soon, he could tell by the look in Greg's eyes and the way his body trembled. Gil was close as well, he tried to keep control, he wanted Greg to cum first.

"Cum for me...Greg." Gil groaned. "I can't hold...back...much longer."

Just a few more thrusts and pumps of his erection and Greg let go. His body shuddered and he came hard, squirting his juices over himself and Gil's hand. Greg's body clenching around him and the sight of him coming, and Gil lost control and after one more thrust, came deep inside his young lover.

Greg lowered his legs and Gil pulled him up and held him close, until they both recovered enough to move. Gil reached into his desk and removed a handi-wipe and cleaned them off. He caressed Greg's face with his fingertips and kissed him briefly.

"Thank you Greg, my beautiful boy." Gil said, running his fingers through Greg's hair.

"My pleasure." Greg chuckled. "I don't feel like I've been punished though."

"Oh yeah, I still need to do that." Gil laughed and pulled Greg off the desk and to his feet. He sat down and pulled Greg over his lap. He gave Greg several hard smacks on the ass, leaving him slightly red.

"No more inappropriate comments!" Gil said smacking him once more. "Are you going to be a good boy now Greg?"

"Yes, Sir." Greg smirked, standing up and rubbing his ass. "But, if this is how I'm reprimanded, I can't promise not to be bad once in a while." Greg laughed

"I wouldn't have it any other way. Now get dressed and go back to work!" Gil said, faining anger.

They both redressed and shared on more kiss before they had to go back to work. Greg left Gil's office with a smile on his face, until he met up with Sara in the hallway. She stared him down, still stung by Gil's last words to her.

"So Greg, how did Grissom reprimand you?" She asked, with her hands on her hips. "Or did you get off easy?"

Greg tried not to laugh at her last words, if she only knew!

"Well, Sara. He put me over his knee and spanked me, then told me I better be a good boy from now on." Greg said rubbing his ass and pouting his lower lip. Doing his best to sound sarcastic.

"Very funny." Sara scoffed at him and turned and walked down the hall in disgust. Greg just laughed to himself as she took off down the hall.

The End.