Title: Adventures in Adult Toyland
Author: Paige/Gabrielle
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Gil/Greg/Nick
Spoilers: None.
Rating: FRAO
Category: Humor, Smut, First-Time, PWP
Warning: Discussion of sex toys and anal sex offends you.
Summary: Gil and Greg run into each other in an adult toy store. That’s all I’ll say.
Feedback: No flames, flying objects or flaming flying objects please.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I’m just playing with them, don’t sue me.
Email: katelyamct@gmail.com

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Greg whimpered at the vibrations filling his ass, God he needed this. After the hellacious night he’d had, a good long session with his favorite toy was just what he needed to relax. True, it would probably be even better if it were a real cock in his ass instead of a plastic toy, but he’d take what he could get. Plus, the toy felt so good, it more than made up for the lack of warmth that a living person would’ve provided.

Then, just as he was nearing his climax, the toy sputtered and died, leaving him hanging. “What the fuck?!” He sat up and opened the back of the toy, dumping out the batteries and replacing them with fresh ones, but the toy just laid there.

Greg groaned and fell back against his bed. What a time for his one toy to die! There was no way he’d be able to go to sleep, he was too wound up and there was no way that finishing himself off with his hand was going to work. It was no use, he’d have to find an open adult store and find a new toy in order to get any sleep. Fortunately adult stores, like just about everything else in Vegas, were open 24 hours and after looking through the phone book, he was surprised to find one around the corner from his apartment so he was able to walk there in a relatively short period of time.

As he entered the store, he stood still with shock. This place had everything! He looked around, unsure of where to start looking, until he spied a sign that said ‘Anal Toys’. He walked over to the section and began looking around. Unfortunately, an identical replacement for his toy was nowhere to be found, but since he’d bought it shortly before he’d moved to Vegas, that wasn’t surprising. As he was browsing through toys of every description, he nearly tripped over a body kneeling in the aisle. “Oh! Excuse me-“ his voice trailed off as the figure looked up at him, “Grissom?! What are you doing here?!”

Grissom cocked an eyebrow before getting to his feet with a slight grimace, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Greg stuttered, trying to think of a way to explain this without dying of embarrassment, but then he realized that Grissom wouldn’t tell anyone, not without explaining what he was doing there himself. “Th-The motor in my toy burned out and I need to find a new one.”

Grissom’s eyebrow cocked again, “Well maybe I can help you.”

Greg was so surprised by the offer, he wasn’t sure what to say at first. “Uh, sure.” Part of him wondered if he’d gone over the deep end for letting Grissom help him but there was another part that jumped at the chance to have a moment with the man who had been dominating his fantasies for years.

Grissom smirked before turning to the various toys, “So, how much experience do you have with anal play?” He sounded nonchalant, like offering to help a subordinate find an anal sex toy was something he did all the time; which, knowing Grissom, could very easily be true.

“Uhm, not a lot. The toy that just burned out was the only one I’ve ever had,” Greg said nervously, wishing that his heart would quit pounding so much.

“What about other men?” Now Grissom was looking at Greg with the same look he gave his tarantula when it was doing something interesting.

Greg gulped, feeling like his face had just ignited, “I-I’ve never been with another guy, just used my toy.”

“Why?” The question caught Greg off guard as he turned to look over some vibrators that claimed to be perfect for anal.

“Why what?” He knew he was playing dumb, but he couldn’t imagine why his sex life, or lack thereof, was so interesting to his boss.

Grissom stepped closer so that he was right behind Greg, “Why stick with a toy?” Suddenly, his strong hands were on Greg’s hips, pulling him close so that his ass was pressed against Grissom’s groin. “Why deny yourself the feel of someone’s warm cock in your ass?”

Greg whimpered in as much at the words his normally restrained boss was saying just millimeters from his ear as the feeling of hardness against his pants. It wasn’t until the hands on his hips tightened that he realized that he was grinding against Grissom.

Grissom smirked, “You haven’t answered my question, Greg. Why stick with just a plastic toy when there are plenty of people who would be more than willing to fill you with the real thing?” As he spoke, he began fondling Greg’s crotch while grinding gently against the young man’s ass, smirking at the needy whine that forced it’s way out of Greg’s throat.

“Would you like that, Greg? Would you like for me to show you how much better the real thing is compared to a toy?”

Greg nodded, that was all he could do, his brain had turned to mush at some point, and thrust against Grissom’s hand.

They stood like that for another few minutes before Grissom pulled his hand off of Greg’s crotch, took the young man by the hand and led him out of the store, waving a goodbye to the smirking sales clerks. Once outside, Grissom bundled Greg into his SUV and planted a breath-stealing kiss on him before taking off.

As they drove, Grissom stroked Greg through the front of his jeans, keeping the young man horny and on edge but not letting him cum; so by the time they got to Grissom’s townhouse, Greg was a whimpering mess.

Not wanting to waste time, Grissom hauled his nearly incoherent subordinate turned partner-to-be into the house before pushing him up against the front door and kissing him for all he was worth while unfastening Greg’s jeans and whispering dirty things in his ear.

“Do you want my cock, Greg? Do you want me to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit down for days?” He smirked when Greg nodded, pressing his face into Grissom’s shoulder. He began pressing gentle kisses against the younger man’s neck before fondling Greg’s cock again.

“Gri-Grissom. I’m gonna…” Greg’s warning broke off as Grissom’s hand tightened on his cock.

“It’s okay, Greg. This is just gonna take the edge off so you can enjoy yourself. Cum for me.”

Greg’s hips began slamming against Grissom’s hand until he climaxed with a wail of pleasure and buried his face in Grissom’s shoulder with a sigh of contentment.

“Feel better?” Grissom’s voice was a mixture of amusement and arousal.

Greg nodded, he was feeling really good right now. He nuzzled Grissom’s shoulder with a sigh; he was sure that nothing could top this feeling, that was until he felt Grissom fondling him again.

“Come, on. I believe that I have a lesson to teach you.” Gil took Greg by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Once there he began kissing Greg while stripping the young man of his clothing before pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Using his weight advantage, Gil pinned Greg to the mattress, smiling to himself as Greg arched under him with a moan. Forcing himself to pull away before this lesson ended before it had a chance to start, Grissom reached into the drawer and pulled out a tube of warming lube and a condom.

“Now, first part of the lesson; remember to breathe. I’m going to loosen you up before we go further but breathing will keep it from hurting any more than it needs to. And, you’ll need to roll onto your stomach since it’ll cut down on the discomfort.” He reached over and arranged a pillow in the middle of the bed, “Here, lay on this.”

Greg obeyed, trying not to show how nervous he was and stretched out over the pillow.

Grissom smiled as he surveyed the beautiful man in front of him and stroked a hand down Greg’s back and over his buttocks, smirking as Greg arched with a groan. He slicked one of his fingers up with lube and gently massaged Greg’s opening. Once he was sure Greg was loose enough, he added a second finger, smirking at Greg’s moan. He bent his fingers and felt for that special spot.

Greg let out a howl of pleasure at the sensations that suddenly coursed through his body, “Oh, God! Please, Grissom, please.”

Grissom chuckled to himself, “Easy, Greg, I want to make sure that this won’t injure you.” He slicked up one more finger and pushed it inside along with the other two. Finally satisfied that Greg was ready. He slid on the condom and applied some lube before gripping Greg’s hips and easing his cock into the waiting ass.

Greg gasped; God, it was painful but wonderful at the same time. But soon, he felt the discomfort easing and the cock sliding in deeper. Soon, Grissom was fully seated in his ass and Greg started begging. “Please. Please, Grissom.”

Grissom chuckled, “Begging already, Greg? I haven’t even begun to show you how good this feels.” But he began to thrust, gently at first and then with more force, feeling for the little nub that would drive Greg crazy, smiling triumphantly when Greg’s cries told him that he’d nailed it.

Leaning down, he nipped at Greg’s ear before whispering in his ear, “Feels good, doesn’t it Greg? All hot and hard. Much better than a cold plastic toy.”

Greg moaned his agreement; to think he’d been trying to get by with just a toy. Nothing could compare to the feeling of Grissom’s cock in his ass.

All too soon, Grissom could sense that Greg was close to orgasm. Reaching down Greg’s body, he wrapped his hands around Greg’s leaking cock and gave it a tug, “Cum for me, Greg.”

Greg wailed as he obeyed, cum spraying out of his cock like water out of a fire hose. His orgasm seemed to last forever before he slumped against the bed.

Grissom groaned as Greg’s ass clenched around his cock and thrust a few more times before his own orgasm overtook him. He collapsed onto the bed next to Greg, trying to catch his breath.

After a few minutes, he managed to reassemble his mind enough to remember that he needed to clean Greg up and make sure that he wasn’t hurt by their very intense encounter. But before he could attempt to make a move for the bathroom, a hand appeared over his shoulder with a washcloth. Smiling gratefully, Gil took the washcloth and with his lover’s help, rolled Greg over and gently cleaned him up. Greg was nearly unconscious but he stirred and moaned as the soft cloth rubbed over his limp dick. Gil had to smile as he watched his lover gently stroke Greg’s sweaty hair off his forehead and whisper something that seemed to soothe the young man back to sleep.

Once they had Greg cleaned up and Gil had wiped himself down and checked to be sure that Greg wasn’t hurt, they fetched a fresh pillow and tucked Greg in between them.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” his lover whispered, stroking a hand over Greg’s shoulder. “But, I gotta admit, it was a pretty good reason. But how did you find him, I thought Adult Playland didn’t sell these.”

Gil smiled, “He tripped over me and things went from there. You disappointed?”

“Not really. He’s definitely lot more fun than a toy and he doesn’t need batteries.”

Gil laughed, “Well, we’ll have to discuss it once he’s awake but I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.”

“No, I don’t have a problem with it.” The other man leaned across Greg and pressed a kiss against Gil’s lips. “I love you, Gil.”

Gil smiled as he returned the kiss, “I love you too, Nick.”

The End