Title: Undulating
Author: Carina Scott
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Warrick/Greg
Characters: Warrick Brown, Greg Sanders
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Warrick comes home to a pleasant surprise.
Spoilers: All Seasons (just to be safe)
Warnings: Voyeurism
Status: Complete
Story Notes: Just a little harmless smut.
Author's Notes: I know I am supposed to be working on part 2 of my fic "Counterfeit Love", but this bunny wouldn't leave me alone. So here are the results of my bunny's pestering.



 

 Warrick's POV

As I close the door behind me, placing my keys and badge on the foyer table, I let out a long sigh. Tonight has been hell. All I want to do right now is crawl into bed and cuddle up with my lover.

Speaking of my lover, where is he? "Greg?"

Hearing nothing, I head to the bedroom. Maybe he is asleep.

Entering the bedroom, I find it empty. Looking around, I hear the sound of running water. "Oh, he's in the shower."

Going to the on suite bathroom, I peak through the door. At the sight displayed before my eyes, I gasp.

Greg is beautiful. Through the shower door I can see his handsome young body. Glistening and wet from the water. I fight back a moan, relishing in this little act of voyeurism.

I watch the suds of soap as they run down his body. One particular trial of soapy water has my envy. It travels from his neck, down over his scarred back, disappearing between the milky globes I love to sink my teeth in. I have traversed this same path many times with my lips and tongue, pulling moans and whimpers from my lover that I never thought possible.

Greg turns slightly, and I can see his lean profile. On his muscular thighs I spot the small cluster of moles that I love to kiss, never failing to pull a shudder from his body. I then watch as Greg throws his head back, letting the warm water run over his face and hair, while he washes his most intimate part with the towel. Greg is by all means a hedonist. There have been times when I have come home to find him simply luxuriating in the water, eyes closed with a dopey grin on his face.

It is that fact that makes me crave to spoil him. I have never gotten so much pleasure from spoiling anyone as I do Greg, but the look of pure bliss that comes over his face makes the moments all the more treasured.

As he washes himself with the towel, I feel myself growing hard. He is so beautiful, nothing compares.

Then Greg begins to move, gently thrusting his hips forward. And I know I must be imagining things because it is not possible that he is doing what I love. There is nothing hotter than watching my lover pleasure himself. I love watching as his hands stoke fires within, seeing the intensity build before he reaches his climax and shudders with his release.

As Greg continues to pleasure himself I long to join him, but I also want to watch. As I wage this battle from within, my concentration is broken by a whimper. Looking up into the dark pools that are my lover's eyes I catch him watching me with a look of pure lust and love plastered on his face.

Smirking slightly, Greg continues to stroke himself. "Care to join me?"

Decision made, I disrobe and join my lover in the warm water. Pushing him against the shower wall, I kiss him passionately. He wraps his legs around my waist and continues to grind his groin against mine. I really want to be inside him when I reach my climax, but I know we are both too far gone to slow down now.  As our thrusts become harder and harder, I can feel my orgasm building. My sole focus is on pleasuring this man, making him scream and beg for more. With a gentle bite to his shoulder, I feel Greg tense, before moaning my name as he comes. I follow him after one more thrust, feeling my seed burst out of me with incredible intensity.

Once we finally come down from our orgasmic high, the water turning cool, I open my eyes and look down at my lover. He is looking back at me, that dopey grin on his face, and I smile. Placing a kiss to his supple lips, I whisper, "How was your day off?"

"Better, now that you're here."

THE END