Title: Never to Late

Author: Angelee

Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Greg/Grissom

Rating: Adult

Summary: It’s never too late to love and be loved.

Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are my own-with apologies.

Never to Late

“Grissom?” The man with his head on the table moaned softly. “Grissom, you’re really tired aren’t you? Let me get you home, so you can rest.”

“ ‘M fine.”

“You’re not fine. You’re exhausted. Let me take you home.”

Grissom looked up, but didn’t lift his head from the table. “Go ‘way, Greg.”

The younger man shook his head. “Nope. I want to take you home.”

Grissom narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you coming on to me?” he asked suspiciously. “Cause if you are, it’s not funny.”

Greg gave him an impish smile. “Wow, you must be tired if you can’t even tell the difference between a helping hand and a need to lay you.”

Grissom closed his eyes tiredly. “Go ‘way, Greg. I can’t find the right mood for you right now.”

“You need a mood for me?”

“Yes and right now it takes to much effort to bring one up.”

Grissom felt movement near him. He reopened his eyes to find Greg kneeling by him. “I just want to take you home. Make sure you don’t wrap yourself around a tree.”

“Why do you care?”

Greg shrugged his shoulders. “I just do.”

“Well, don’t. I’m not worth the effort.”

Greg frowned at him. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

Grissom sighed sadly. “Nothing. Go ‘way.”

“No.”

“No?”

Greg nodded. “Yeah, no. I’m not leaving.”

“I’ll fire you. I swear I will.”

Greg snickered. “Yeah right. I’m one of the best CSI’s you’ve got. You’re not going to fire me.”

“Real sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Hell, yeah. Besides I wanna talk to you about something and I need you wide awake and functioning on all cylinders.”

Grissom lifted his head from the table. “Bout what? Work?”

Greg shook his head. “Not work. Something else. But here’s not the place or the time. Will you let me take you home?”

“Are you going to tuck me into bed too?”

Greg gave him a look the older man wasn’t sure he understood. “If you like.”

Grissom got up wearily from his chair. “Alright. I’m too tired to fight you. Take me home. Do with me what you will.”

Greg mumbled something under his breath that sounded to Grissom like. “I intent to.” But Grissom was way to tired and world weary to question him on it.

***

When Grissom woke it was slowly, fuzzily and it was to find a very, young very alert face peering down at him.

“You awake?”

“No, not really.”

When the haze cleared from his eyes, Grissom looked around the room. “This isn’t my home.”

Greg shrugged. “Didn’t know where you lived and you were to out of it to ask. So I brought you to my place.”

“Ah. Did you take all my clothes off for the same reason?” Grissom asked, peering under the really soft blankets covering him.

“I took them off because they were dirty and smelled. Gave you a sponge bath too. Cause you were the same way.”

Grissom felt his eyebrows lift. “Oh?”

“Yup. You’ve got a nice body for someone who doesn’t do much exercise.”

Grissom frowned. “Did it turn you on?” he asked sarcastically.

Greg gave him a cheeky grin. “Hell, yeah, but I’m not into fucking unconscious people. Too much like necrophilia. I’m into a lot of things, but that ain’t one of them.”

Grissom met Greg’s eyes. “Why am I here?”

“I heard you talking to that Doctor. Do you know that for someone who’s so fucking smart, you sure are stupid.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Just what I said. You’re an idiot.”

“Greg…”

“I know that you were fucking Sara.”

“Greg…”

“And that she turned out to be a bitch. Well, not that she wasn’t a bitch to begin with, but more of a bitch.”

Grissom tried to rise from the bed stopped gentle hands. “Greg?” he questioned softly.

Greg tilted his head to the side, suddenly pulling the covers off of the bed exposing the older man. “You’re not that old, Grissom. Not that old at all. You’re smart,” Greg gave him a tiny smile. “For someone so fucking stupid, anyway. And you’ve got a beautiful body.”

Grissom startled slightly when hands began to gently caress his chest. “Ah, Greg? What are you doing?”

“You weren’t meant for Sara. She might be young, kinda smart. Not all that pretty if you ask me.”

“But I didn’t ask…”

“Shut up.” Hands continued to caress, heading down toward his penis. Which was definitely liking the attention Grissom’s body was receiving. “Did you ever think that maybe the reason you hadn’t made love to anyone since oh, I don’t know 1975 was because you were waiting for someone? Someone meant just for you.”

Grissom arched up as warm, gentle hands began stroking his penis. “Ah, Greg.”

“Someone not Sara. Stupid bitch, hurt you. I could seriously maim her for that.”

“Greg, please…”

“Please, what? Stop what I’m doing. Want me to stop?”

Grissom gasped when a forefinger tried to burrow into the tip. “Ah.”

“I can’t do that. Hey-did you even think that maybe you were looking in the wrong place for someone to love you?”

“Greg, I never…”

“I know you didn’t, asshole.”

Grissom frowned, hurt by the name calling. “Well, that stung.”

“It was suppose too.” Greg returned the frown. “I watched you. Wanting you something fierce. Knowing you were meant for me, but you didn’t even think to look my way. Except for work related stuff. I decide to take matters into my own hands.” Greg smiled. “Literally.” He pumped the hardening organ a few times for emphasis. “Sara didn’t give you the fucking you needed did she? You still need it good and hard.”

“Greg, please. I can’t think, when you’re doing that.”

“You’re not suppose to think. You’re suppose to feel.”

Grissom arched up. “Oh, God-am I ever.”

“Want me to stop. I will. But if you make me stop I’m leaving.”

“W…What do you mean?”

“I won’t be able to work for you. I’ll leave CSI if you refuse me. Go- I don’t know-Miami. I hear they’ve got a really good CSI team there. I can’t work with you.” Greg’s eyes filled with tears. “Especially since you were meant for me and I love you.”

“Y…you love me?”

“Yeah, have for a long time.”

“I never knew,” Grissom whispered softly.

Greg gave him a tiny smile. “That’s because….”

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah. Do you want me to love you, Grissom? I can and do. I can offer you everything you thought you could get with Sara and more. The only thing I can’t give you is kids. But if you want we can adopt. Later when I’m done fucking the stuffing out of you.”

“How long do you think that’ll be?”

Greg shrugged. “Don’t know. Twenty, thirty years.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah, we got a lot of time to make up for.”

Grissom looked into the earnest face looking down at him. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Can I have you then?”

Grissom reached toward him with an unsteady hand. “Yeah, you can have me. Why you would want me is beyond my comprehension. But yeah, take me.”

He was treated to the most brilliant smile he’d ever seen in his life. “Cool,” Greg replied, tilting his hand into the hand cupping his face.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I hope you’re not hungry.”

“Why’s that?”

Greg gave him a mysterious smile. “I got plans for you, my friend. Many, many plans. And they start right now.”

Greg straddled Grissom’s prone body. “I love you so much, Grr,” he whispered softly. Lowering his head until it was inches from the older man’s. Seeking his lips, but not making contact.

Grissom reached up, trying to connect. Greg smiled at him as he moved back. “Greg?” he complained impatiently.

“No.”

Grissom frowned at him. “I thought you wanted to love me.”

“Do.”

“Then kiss me, damn it.”

Greg chuckled softly. “So demanding. I like that. But this first time is my show.”

“We’re not on the strip, Greg. This isn’t a Vegas act.”

Greg nuzzled Grissom’s face. “”Hmm, your beard is soft. I know it’s not a Vegas act. What am I like-three?”

“No, twenty something. Way to young for an old geezer like me. Ow!” He yelped when Greg bit his lip.

“Don’t call yourself names. And what the fuck does that have to so with anything. Sara is the same age as me. More or less. Hey?” Greg looked down at him curiously.

“What?” Grissom replied, distractedly as he finally remembered he had a warm, willing body on top of his that wanted to do all sorts of wickedly delightful things to his. He was now running his hands over a slight back.

“Do you think those voodoo dolls they sell at Barnes and Nobel would work if I bought one.”

Grissom’s hands cupped a pair of nicely rounded butt cheeks. “Why?”

“Cause I’m going seriously mess with Sara. Stupid cow.”

“Greg?”

The younger man stopped his encouraging wiggle. “What?”

“Leave Sara alone.”

“Put your hands back on my butt. Why?”

Grissom went back to his exploration. Something new. He loved making new discoveries. He was after all a scientist. “Just do as I ask.”

“Can I at least make her hair fall out? Or how about I give her a mustache?”

“No.”

Greg took Grissom’s hands in his, placing them over his head. The older man thought sadly. That now was when it all ended, even before it started. And it was starting to feel really good.

“Damn, you’re such a party pooper. Don’t look like that. We’re still going to fuck. I just want you to watch this.” Greg reached down to Grissom’s penis. “You got a mighty fine specimen of maleness there, Boss,” he told him as he pumped it a few times to bring it to full hardness once again.

“Oh, God, Greg.”

The younger man smiled at him. Once Grissom was hard enough. “Watch.”

They both watched as Greg carefully inserted Grissom’s penis into him rectum. The older man forgot to breathe as Greg slowly lowered himself. He’d never felt anything like it in his life.

“Greg.”

The younger man gave him a small smile. “Nice, huh?”

“N…nice doesn’t even come close.”

“I thought you’d like it.”

Grissom gasped when Greg wiggled slightly. “L…like?”

“Hmm, hmm. I’m gonna wait a minute before I start moving. Get use to your size.”

Grissom met Greg’s slightly pain-filled gaze. “You have done this before, haven’t you?”

“No.”

“No?”

Greg moved slightly and they both gasped at the sensation. “No. I was waiting for my one true love. I did sort of get ready.”

“How do you sort of get ready for something like this?”

“Have toys, videos. That sort of stuff. Never had anything as warm and wiggly as you before. Way different from a piece of plastic.”

Grissom started thrusting up slightly. “I’ve seen you with the secretaries.”

Greg began to meet him. “Trying to get your attention. Maybe even make you jealous. Didn’t work.”

“I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.”

Greg smiled at him. “Me neither. Feels good. You can touch me if you like.” He gave Grissom a wistful look. “Would really like that.”

“Alright.”

The older man began exploring Greg’s body. When he got to his abdomen. “Greg?”

The younger man had his eyes closed as he explored the sensations coursing through him. This really was way better than plastic. “Hmm?”

“About your Grandpa, the one you were telling me about…”

“What about him?”

“Did you get any of your genetic traits from him?”

Greg opened his eyes. Looking down to where Grissom was staring at with such utter fascination. “Yup some. But most of that is caused by the cockring I’ve had on since I washed you.”

“Cockring? Doesn’t it hurt?”

Greg touched the base of his penis, where a dark brown cockring held it securely. “Kinda. But I wanted to wait for you.”

Grissom frowned. “And if I had said no to your advances?”

Greg’s breath hitched at the gently touch. “Oh, that feels good. I would have gone to the bathroom and taken the ring off and fucked my hand like I’ve been doing since I was thirteen.”

Grissom ran a finger over Greg’s long, heavy penis. “That would seem to be such a waste.”

Greg threw his head back, moaning softly. “Ah, God. I’ve wanted you to touch me like this for so long.”

“Greg?”

The younger man began to raise and lower himself. “Hmm?”

“Are you planning on using this on me?” Grissom asked gently caressing the warm leather.

Greg smiled at him as he increased his speed. “Hell, yeah. That’s what the ring’s for. You’re not going to be able to walk without a limp for a week by the time I’m done with you.”

Grissom’s hands fell away as his back arched at the tight, overwhelming pleasure. Grabbing the sheet, he held onto them tightly as Greg rode him fast and furiously.

“Oh, God…”

Greg moved on top of him even faster. The bed shook with the force of it. He threw back his head and moaned loudly.

“Greg, I…”

“Let it happen. Come for me. They’ll be more. Lots more. Come.”

Grissom hissed as he did as Greg bid. Spilling deep into the tight clenching warmth. “Oh. Oh. Oh. My God,” he screamed, loudly, buckling up wildly into the younger man. He’d never come so hard or so furiously before in his live. He opened his eyes to find Greg smiling down at him smugly.

“I’m good, huh?”

Grissom returned it. “Don’t get to full of yourself, but yeah-you are.”

Greg carefully lay on top of the older man. “And the more practice I get, the better I’m gonna be.”

Grissom ran his hands over his sweat soaked back, going lower to feel were they were still connected.

“If you get to much better you’re gonna kill me before to much longer.”

Greg nuzzled his face. “You’ll live. I’ll see to it. Boss?”

Grissom nuzzled back, smiling at the giggling come from the younger man as his beard tickled. “Hmm?’

“Wanna fuck you now. Please? Please?” Greg asked, licking at Grissom’s lips hungrily. “I’m going crazy with want for you.”

“Can’t have that as you’re already a bit loony. Have me then.”

“Cool. Let me get the lube. Don’t wanna hurt you.” Greg pulled free of Grissom making them both hiss at the combined pain and loss.

The older man watched in fascination as Greg very gingerly applied it to himself and then to Grissom. “I’ve never done this before,” he warned, startling slightly at the coldness of the ointment.

Greg smiled at him as he slid in first one finger then another. “Don’t worry. I’ve done a lot of research I know how it’s done.”

Grissom opened his legs as wide as they would go. “I sure hope so,” he replied as Greg added another finger. “You’re not exactly small. Well at least the part of your anatomy that going to get up close and personal with mine.”

Greg added a third finger. “I’ll be real gentle. You won’t even feel me.”

“Yeah, right,” Grissom scoffed as the younger added more lube and another finger.

“I think we’re ready. Spread you’re legs for me a little more. Just like that.”

When Greg went between them and carefully, gently introduced his flesh into Grissom’s. The older man’s widened in shock. It didn’t hurt, but he could sure as hell felt Greg.

“Oh, God,” he whispered as Greg pushed in as far as he could go.

“I’m in. I’m in all the way. Oh, God-you feel good,” Greg whispered softly. Trembling violently as he fought the overwhelming need to thrust.

“Greg?”

“Yeah?”

Grissom arched up violently. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

***

The older man looked at the pretty colored ceiling thinking to dazedly to himself. ‘Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it.’

They’d been at it for hours now. Greg making Grissom come more times than he’d thought possible for someone his age.

Still Greg was unstoppable. Continuing to drive into the older man with heartfelt intensity and force.

It was now guaranteed that Grissom would be walking funny for the week. Maybe longer.

Greg continually scored his prostate. Leaving Grissom panting and heaving at the overwhelming pleasure it caused. If he’d known that scoring a prostate could cause so much pleasure he would have gotten himself some of those toys Greg was taking about.

But he didn’t need toys now, he had Greg.

The younger man reached between them, releasing the cockring. Screaming hoarsely as it forced the semen out of him at what felt like the speed of light.

Greg fell on top of Grissom weakly. “Oh, man. Shit, but that was good.”

“Yeah, it was.”

Greg lifted his head slightly. “Give me a second and we’ll do it again.”

Grissom chuckled softly, running his hands over a trembling, sweat soaked back. “Right. You’re about to pass out. Besides I don’t think I could take another round right now. I need to rest.”

Greg nuzzled the older man’s throat. “Party pooper.”

“Yup. Rest.”

“Want me to get out of you?”

“No, stay right where you’re at.”

Greg lifted his head to give Grissom a weak smile. “Kay.” He said before lowering it to rest against the older man’s neck. “Love you.”

Grissom wrapped his arms around the man currently using him as a pillow. “Love you too,” he replied softly, following Greg into sleep.

***

Grissom woke to full sunshine and a very young face staring at him. “G…Greg…” he whispered softly.

Greg smiled at him. “Hungry?”

Grissom thought about it for a moment. “Yes very.”

“How about some scrambled eggs with all the fixings.”

“Yes, that sounds good.” Greg suddenly lowered his head and peppered Grissom’s face with kisses. The older man allowed it, chuckling softly. When Greg pulled away. “What was that for?”

“For letting me love you. Come on. Bathroom’s through that door. And clean clothes await you, my lord.”

Grissom let himself be pulled to his feet. Moaning at the pull of sore muscles letting themselves be known. Greg gently shoved him into the bathroom, firmly closing the door lest he follow and then they’d never get breakfast. With a final look at the closed bathroom door he made his way to the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later Grissom wandered into the bright and cheery kitchen. “This is a beautiful home.”

Grey looked up from pouring coffee into two mugs. “Have a seat. Breakfast is just about done. Thanks. Grandma Sally gave it to me.”

Grissom sat in front of a plate filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and toast. “You Grandma gave you a house.”

Grey sat next to Grissom. “Grandma Sally always liked me best. Besides she said that a beautiful home would attract my mate.”

“Does she know about me?” Grissom asked picking up his fork.

Greg bit a piece of toast. “Yeah. I tell Grandma everything.”

“What did she say?”

Greg smiled. “That you’re an idiot for not seeing what’s in front of those beautiful blue eyes.”

“She knows the color of my eyes?”

“Yup. Like I said, I tell Grandma everything. So you wanna move in?”

Grissom dropped his fork. “What?”

“Move in. You know like bring all you stuff over here. I’ll set up a fridge in the garage for all your creepy crawlies. Don’t want them getting in the milk.”

“Greg, don’t you think that you’re moving way to fast?”

“No. I’ve waited for you for like ever. Move in.”

Grissom picked up his fork. “Greg, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Not that hard. Just say yes.”

“I’m too old to all of a sudden move in with someone. To set in my ways.”

“Ha. You’re just afraid.”

“Am not.”

Greg bit into a piece of his bacon. “Are to. Fraidy cat.”

Grissom frowned at him. “Am not.”

“Prove it. Move in with me.”

“Alright then I will,” Grissom’s eyes widened in shock by what he’d just inadvertently said.

“Cool. We’ll start moving you in on Monday. Today, tomorrow are for our bodies to get more intimately acquainted. I wanna give you a blow job after we finish breakfast.”

Grissom held onto his coffee, but just barely. “Greg,” He gasped when he could finally talk.

The young man gave him an innocent look. “What?”

“Life sure is going to be interesting from now on.”

“Yup. So you wanna go to Grandma Sally’s next week?”

“Greg, I…”

The younger man reached out a hand and gently stroked the side of Grissom’s face. “Think about it. Okay?”

Grissom cover the hand against his face with one of his own. “You sure know how to bulldoze a person.”

“Yup.”

“I kinda like it.”

Greg smiled at him. “Forgot all about Sara?”

“Sara who?”

If possible Greg’s smile deepened. “Nice. Now I won’t have to turn her into a frog.”

“Greg,” Grissom softly admonished.

Brown eyes twinkled at him happily. “Just kidding.”