Title:  Never to Late-Part 2

Author:  Angelee

Fandom: CSI-Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Gil Grissom/Greg Sanders

Rating: Strong Adult

Summary: Do you truly believe?

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

 

Never to Late-Part 2

 

“Greg, could you maybe lower that just a tad?”

 

Grissom sighed when the music seemed to get even louder.  He turned up to yell at his young lover.  Smiling when he saw Greg waltzing toward him. “You crazy loon.”

 

Greg moved his hips back and forth.  Swaying to the beat of the music coming from the stereo system in the corner of the room.

 

“Yup.  Dance with me?”

 

Greg came close, offering his left hand to the older man.  Smiling at him when it was accepted.  They swayed together for a time.  Greg nuzzling Grissom’s soft beard with his nose.  Closing his eyes he sought Grissom’s mouth with his own.

 

Grissom sighed softly opening his mouth to the insistent tongue seeking admittance.  When they pulled away Greg went back to nuzzling his beard.  “So soft.”

 

“Hmm.  You’re crazy.  You know that, right?”

 

Greg ran his hands over the older man’s back cupping a nice butt.  It seemed to be made just for his hands.  Pushing Grissom’s lower body into his.  Allowing him to feel his growing erection.

 

“Crazy for you.”

 

Grissom touched Greg’s spiky hair.  Hoping it wouldn’t mortally wound his hands.  “And when you’re not?”

 

Greg tilted his head.  “What?  Crazy for you?”  When Grissom nodded.  “Not going to happen.”

 

“How can you be sure of that?  Someone younger.  Beautiful. Might come along and sweep you off your young feet.”

 

“I was meant for you.  My Grandma Sally always said that we were all meant for someone.  The trick was finding them.  So you had to do things to make it easier for them to find you.  Kinda like bees to flowers.”

 

“The house?”

 

“Yup.”

 

Grissom inspected Greg’s head.  “The spiky hair?”

 

Greg smiled at him.  “Like it?”

 

“It unusual.  I’ll give you that.” Greg giggled softly.  Giving Grissom a clear indication of exactly how young he really was.  “You’re so young.”

 

“So?”

 

Grissom looked out into the living room of Greg’s house. “I feel so old next to you.  I don’t understand why you would want me.”

 

Greg pulled Grissom into a bear hug.  He’d tried all weekend to get him to understand.  But Grissom seemed hell bent on cutting himself down.  The older man didn’t return the hug. 

 

“Don’t,” he whispered softly.

 

“I feel so unworthy of you.”

 

“Why?  Because I’m young and cute as the proverbial button?”

 

“Grandma Sally?”

 

Greg nodded against Grissom’s shoulder.  “Yup.  What can I say? Grandma loves me.”

 

Grissom sighed softly.  “What if I give into you and then two weeks from now you don’t want me?  I don’t think I could survive that?  Not again.”

 

“Won’t happen.”

 

“How can you be so sure?”

 

“Because-you idiot, I was meant for you.  I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you that.  You were meant for me.  I’m sorry I was born too late or you might have been born too early.  But fuck it.  Are you going to punish us for it?  Instead of enjoying what we have?  What we’ve been given?”  Greg asked in frustration.  Holding on to the older man tighter.

 

“Greg, I…”

 

“Stop it.  Just stop it.  Quit overanalyzing it.  Take it for what it is.”

 

“What’s that?”

 

“A gift.  Just for you and me.  Accept it.”

 

Greg held on, refusing to left Grissom go.  Trying his hardest to get him to accept what was meant to be.  He sighed happily when he finally felt the older man’s arms come up, returning the hug.

 

“Oh, God-Greg.”

 

“It’s not like I’m asking you for a lot.”

 

Grissom tightened his arms around the slight figure.  “There are so many things that could go wrong.”

 

“You don’t wanna move in with me?”  Greg could do nothing to hide the hurt in his voice.

 

“More than anything in the world.”

 

“Then do it.  Move in with me.  Live with me, make love with me.  Go visit Grandma Sally with me.”

 

“But…”

 

“No buts.  Even though I must say yours is especially cute,” Greg said, hands going down to cup said anatomy.

 

Grissom chuckled.  “You doof.”

 

“You gotta quite calling me names. It’s going to give me an inferiority complex.”

 

“Oh, yeah, I see that happening.  If I do move in, what about work? It’s a conflict of interest.”

 

“There’s no conflict.  It won’t interfere with work at all.  Except we might carpool.  I might occasionally seduce you in the room we use to store junk.  They might hear you yelling all the way to the front offices.  So I’ll have to gag you-won’t that be fun?”

 

“Ass.”

 

Greg nuzzled Grissom’s beard.  There were a lot of very juicy places on the older man’s body, but Greg really like the way the soft beard felt.  Like warm velvet.  Warm fuzzy velvet.

 

“Hmm.  If it bothers you we don’t have to tell anyone.  You can just move in.  Keep your same phone number and address. Plus it’s not like you hang out with anyone after work.”

 

“That’s true.”

 

“Can we start moving your stuff over tomorrow?”

 

“Yes, alright.”

 

Greg pulled away slightly.  “Cool.”  When he reached for the zipper on Grissom’s pants.

 

“Greg?”

 

“Hmm?”  he replied, reaching in to gently cup the hardening flesh.

 

“Are you a sexual deviant?”

 

“Huh?”  Greg asked puzzled.

 

“You seem to want sex all the time and there are all your toys.”

 

“Yeah and I plan on still using them.  On you.  So if that makes me a deviant.  Then yeah-I am.”

 

Grissom gently stroked the side of Grey’s face with his thumbs.  “You haven’t had a lot of experience.”

 

Greg rolled his eyes.  “Oh, please-like you have.”

 

“More than you?”

 

“How many?”  The younger man challenged.  “How many fingers are you gonna hold up-one?”

 

“I don’t tell.”

 

“Gosh, what a surprise considering you don’t really have all that much to tell.”

 

“I dislike you so much.”

 

“Huh-huh.  Wanna fuck.”

 

Grissom looked deep into the warm brown eyes inches from his own.  “Yeah, okay.”

 

 

***

 

Grissom sat on the couch with Greg straddling his legs.  The younger man moving gently back and forth on his lap.  Kissing the stuffing out of him.

 

A tongue played tag with his as Greg pushed his head further against the back of the couch.  Seeking deeper contact.

 

When Greg finally pulled away.  “You feel so good.”

 

Grissom smiled, licking at his swollen lips, noticing the motion being followed hungrily by the younger man.  “You too.  I’m going to be really sore when we go back to work tomorrow.”

 

“Gonna feel me all night at work?”

 

“Oh, yeah.”

 

Greg licked at his mouth, moving against Grissom’s body. Enjoying the feel of the penis deep inside of him.  Felt so good.

 

“I’m gonna feel you too.”

 

Grissom could feel Greg oozing steadily against his stomach.  He reached up for another kiss.  They’d been kissing for a long time.  Greg met him hungrily.  Tongue going deep into his throat. 

 

The younger man began to move faster against him.  It wasn’t going to take long now.  Suddenly Greg moaned into his mouth and warm liquid splashed against Grissom’s stomach.  Oozing down to pool where they were connected.

 

Greg threw his head back moving slower, yet very sensually against him.  “Oh, yeah.  Just like that.  Just like that.”  He brought his head forward giving Grissom a brilliant smile.  “Not planning on coming anytime soon are you?”

 

“Why?”  Grissom asked, flattening the spikes in Greg’s hair with his hands.  Watching them spring right back up.  Weird. He’d have to ask what the boy used in his hair when he could think straight.  Or rather straighter.

 

“Cause this is good.  I want to keep doing this for a while.”

 

“Alright.”

 

“Really?”

 

Grissom ran his hands over Greg’s sweat soaked chest.  Before pulling him closer to suck on a rosy nipple.  Listening to the soft moan of pleasure.  “Yeah.”  He whispered against pale skin.  “I like it too.  But if you keep tightening around me like you are I’m not going to last five more minutes.”

 

Grissom felt hands on his head, holding him close.  He began sucking on the tiny bud.  Gently running his tongue back and forth against it as he gently thrust upward.  Not wanting to end.

 

“Hmm, that’s good,” Greg whispered softly.   Feeling the hardness in him grow even harder. Causing him to unconsciously tighten his lower body. 

 

Grissom hissed, arching up, came.  He threw his head back against the back of the couch.  Thrusting two more time before stopping.

 

“Oh, God.”

 

“You’re not done are you?”

 

Grissom opened his eyes to glare at Greg.  “I told you not to tighten up.”

 

Greg smiled at him cheekily.  “Oops.  How long before you’re ready to have another go at it?”

 

Grissom moaned.  “Oh, man-you’re going to be the death of me.”

 

“Na.  You’re young still.  Wanna kiss for a while.  See if that gets your motor reveling?”

 

“Yeah, okay.  But are you going to sit in my lap?”

 

Greg pushed down, making sure Grissom wouldn’t slip free.  “Yup.  Were going to have fight over who wants to bottom and when.”

 

Grissom arched up as it brought a tinge of pain walking a fine line with pleasure.  “Ah.  Hold still, damn it.  That kinda hurt.”

 

Greg nuzzled his beard.  “Wimp.  Tomorrow when we go back to work every time I say ‘Hey, Boss’…

 

Grissom’s hand came down to cup a pair of flexing butt cheeks.  “Hmm?”

 

Greg sought the older man’s mouth, stopping inches from making contact.  it’s gonna say in Greg code that I love you and you’re…”

 

“What?”

 

“You’re going to say ‘Yes, Greg.  I know’.  And you’re going to truly believe it, aren’t you?”

 

Grissom tilted his head up reaching for the warm lips so close, yet so far away. “Yes, oh, God-yes.  Kiss me, Greg.  Kiss me.”

 

Greg pulled away just a little further making Grissom moan in disappointment.  But it was only far enough for the younger man to give him a brilliant smile before he lowered his head and gave Grissom what he wanted.