Title: Never to Late-Part 3

Author: Angelee

Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Grissom/Greg

Rating: Strong Adult

Summary: How sure are you?

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

Never To Late-Part 3

“Hmm, Greg?”

“Yeah, Boss?”

Greg looked over at Grissom stopping his sending imaginary knives into Sara’s back as the female CSI walked out of the room.

“You’re not still thinking about going to Barnes and Nobel, are you?”

“Maybe.”

Grissom sighed. “Greg, we talked about it.”

“We didn’t really talk about it. You talked about it. I just wanna turn her into a toad for a little while. Can I, Boss? Can I-huh, huh?”

“No.”

Greg lifted his eyebrows at Grissom. “Is that your final word on the subject?”

“Yes.”

“How about making her hair a bright pink?”

“No.”

“Making her fall in love with a rock?”

Grissom shook his head. “Nope.”

“Shit, you’re no fun.”

Grissom smiled at him. “That’s not what you said this morning.”

Greg thought back to the things they’d done that morning. Lots of cuddling, heck of a lot of kissing and a nice long fuck. With Grissom deep in his ass. Driving him crazy with want, need and no small amount of lust.

“Was a good morning, wasn’t it?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“Boss.”

Grissom had to fight to keep from reaching for the younger man. “I know, Greg. I know.” He replied.

“And?” Greg asked hopefully.

Catherine walking in stopped Grissom from making any sort of comment.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, looking from one man to the other curiously.

“Na,” Greg replied. “We were just talking about whether I should make a stop at Barnes and Nobel after work.”

“Oh, okay,” She handed Greg an envelope. “Can you process this for me?”

“Sure thing.”

Catherine turned to Grissom. “Are you done harassing Greg?”

Grissom nodded. “Yeah, I’m done. Got tons of paperwork to do,” he said sadly. “Tons and tons of it. Want to help me with it,” he asked Catherine hopefully.

“Not on your life.”

“Damn.”

Catherine smiled. “Come, I’ll walk you to your office of endless paperwork.”

“Boss.”

“I know, Greg. I know,” Grissom replied, softly as he held the door open for Catherine. Giving him a tiny smile.

As they walked down the corridor. “What was all that about?” The beautiful redhead asked him.

“Work.”

Catherine narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. “You look different today. Sleep well?”

“Very well.”

“You seem more relaxed. Get laid?”

Grissom stumbled. “Catherine.”

“Well, did you? You’re really relaxed today. Loose limbed even.”

“Hmm, well, thank you-I guess.”

“So, did you?”

Grissom opened the door to his office. “I’m not answering that. Want to come in and help with paperwork.”

“No, I’d rather get my toe nails pulled out by the roots.”

“That’s what I thought. See you then.”

Catherine watched Grissom walk toward his desk, noticing the slight almost imperceptive limp. When he looked up to see her watching him, Catherine saw something in Grissom’s eyes.

It was so unusual for Grissom she almost couldn’t name it. Finally it came to her. Grissom was happy. It shown out of his blue eyes. The glasses he wore did nothing to hide it. They were practically sparkling.

When Grissom wave her away from his door. She smiled as she went off to her next destination. “Good for you, Gil. Good for you,” she whispered softly.

***

“You should have let me stop at Barnes and Nobel.”

“No,” Grissom replied, opening the door to Greg’s home. Well, now his home to.

“I wasn’t going to buy the voodoo kit.”

“Hmm,” Grissom replied, completely unconvinced. Shoving the younger man through the door.

“Ow! No need to shove. I was thinking about a book on spells though.”

Grissom narrowed his eyes at Greg. “What kind of spells?” he asked suspiciously.

Greg smiled at him as he sort of danced toward him. “Love spells. To make you mine forever and ever.”

Grissom chuckled. Eyeing the lips inches from his own. “I’m already that.”

“You sure?”

Grissom nodded. “Pretty sure.”

Greg nuzzled the side of the older man’s face. “I’ve missed not being able to touch you. What do you mean pretty sure?”

“Well, I’m almost seventy-five percent sure. But the other twenty five percent is resisting.”

Greg ran his lips over the older man’s. “Why’s that?”

“The other twenty five percent thinks you’re kinda kooky. But in a good sort of way, you understand?” Grissom sought the other’s mouth with his.

Greg met the lips hungrily seeking his, but didn’t deepen the kiss. When he pulled away. “Oh, yeah?”

Grissom followed. “Yup.” Tangling his fingers in Greg’s spiky head. Wincing slightly when the spikes poked his fingers unkindly. “Kiss me.”

“Will that convince the other twenty five percent?”

Grissom gently licked Greg’s lower lip. “Good chance.”

“Okay.” Greg opened his mouth and went after Grissom’s with such a hungry enthusiasm it left Grissom shaken. When they pulled apart. “How’s that?”

“Oh, God. That was really good.”

Greg smiled at him. “Did it convince the remaining malcontents?”

Grissom pulled him to his arms holding him close. “Oh, yeah. But I think another kiss like that one would really convince those nasty, good for nothing ingrates.”

Greg chuckled as he angled his head to go in for another kiss. Tongue going deep into Grissom’s mouth. Playing with his tongue as if they’d been playmates for a lifetime instead of a few days.

By the time he was done with Grissom the older man was hard and moving against him in a decidedly undignified manner.

He pulled away slowly. Giving the following tongue happy little licks. “Now?”

“They are convinced. Very convinced that you are the best thing that has ever happened to them.”

Greg smiled as he began to unbutton Grissom’s shirt. “Cool.” He nuzzled Grissom’s neck. “You smell so good. That’s one of the things that drew me to you.”

Grissom watched the nimble fingers undo his shirt. “Oh?”

“Yeah. So clean and fresh even when you’ve been working three days straight. Well except for the other day you were kinda smelly.”

His shirt went flying off into the living room and those same fingers began to unzip his zipper. Pulling his pants and boxers down, Greg went to his knees in front of the older man. With a mischievous smile he took him into his mouth.

Grissom gasped. Unsure how to react. His body wanted to thrust with everything in him. But his head reminded him that Greg was still inexperienced despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

So he gently cupped the back of Greg’s head and held it gently as the younger man gave him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.

He arched his head back and closed his eyes as a warm, mouth encased him. And a tongue that did things to his penis he didn’t think were possible.

There was no way in hell he was going to be able to give this up. No way. He couldn’t. It would be like ripping out a piece of his soul.

Greg was everything Sara wasn’t. He was happy, cheerful, quirky and he loved Grissom.

He gave pleasure so willingly. Taking great pride in the fact that he could.

Grissom was still trying to get use to the fact that Greg was so affectionate. Always wanting to touch and be touched. Reaching for the older man late at night like a lost teddy bear. Sighing happily in his sleep when he found him.

Grissom wasn’t by nature a touchy feely type of person. But for this. For everything Greg offered him he could learn to be. He could sure as hell learn to be.

Grissom felt a wave of intense pleasure start in his stomach and spread, leaving fiery heat in its wake. He was moaning softly. Lost so lost. He never wanted to be found.

He felt Greg flick his tongue against him, sending him over. He could feel the younger man swallowing. Taking everything he had to offer and seeking more. Leaving Grissom shivering in the sunlight coming in through the window.

When he brought his head forward and opened his eyes Greg was looking at him. Making sure he had Grissom’s attention before slowly releasing his softening flesh. Causing the older man to moan slowly as it brought another pang of pleasure.

“So, how do you feel about cats?”

Grissom so complete thrown by the question stared at Greg for a while before answering. “Ah, their fuzzy and they purr.”

Greg got to his legs with an ease that left Grissom envious. “We’ll work on that. Wanna go to bed for a while. Cuddle, kiss maybe fuck a bit when you get your second wind?”

Grissom took the hand being offered. Following docilely as Greg lead them into the bedroom. Wondering what the hell he’d signed himself up for? No way regretting it. Just wondering and not really caring as Greg gently pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top.