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Title: Iīm the Boss
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI:Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom, Nick/Sara (implied)
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Disclaimers: CSI and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. The author makes no profit and no infringement is intended.
Summary: Grissom takes advantage of his position.
Warnings: Slash, M/M
Feedback: Yes, please. I will appreciate all constructive criticism.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: December 2003

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"Hi Greg. Howīs it going?"

"Great." Gregīs smile brought out his happiness.

Smiling back, Michael asked straightforward: "Obviously, youīve fixed your special problem with the boss."

Gregīs eyes were telling the tale, but his response sounded quite innocent: "I really donīt know, what you mean."

"Sure. You wanna play this game, do so. I donīt mind. Itīs fun to watch. Both of you."

Busy talking, they didnīt notice Grissom, who had just arrived at the lab.

Grissomīs mood wasnīt as good as Gregīs. The new murder case seemed to be unsolvable and he has had a very annoying meeting with the new sheriff. When he became aware of Greg and Michael, standing together, grinning brightly at each other, he reached rock-bottom. Seeing Greg with the man, who was known as the best looking guy in the lab, let him feel something, he thought, he would never feel again in his life.

Jealousy.

Being so vulnerable made him angry. "Havenīt you no work to do?!" After a pause, both men were staring surprised, he added: "Again."

Not looking guilty at all, Michaelīs grin broadened. "Sorry boss, but Iīm just passing by. I couldnīt resist having a little chat with my best buddy here."

No response from Grissom, but Greg intervened quickly. "Michael is already on his way, donīt you?"

"Yes. Pleasure talking to you - buddy." Emphasizing the last word deliberately, he walked away.

Being alone, Greg grinned boyishly. "Hi Gil, whatīs up?"

"Do something you're paid for. Understood?"

Gregīs grin faded off and he looked a little puzzled. "Whatīs the matter, Grissom?"

"Just do, what I told you. Thatīs an order. Maybe, you have forgotten, Iīm still your boss."

Gregīs eyes became blank, his lips very small. "Yes sir."

Without another word, Grissom left.

Confused and disappointed, Greg dropped in his chair. Cheerless, only working by rote, he printed the finished test results out. His mind was busy with much different things. Grissomīs behavior was sometimes more than unreadable to him. More like intolerable. Greg hadnīt a clue, what was going on this time. What had he done now? He couldnīt think of a thing. A little pissed, he took the papers and walked to Grissomīs office.

The big boss was sitting at his desk.

"I have the results."

"Close the door from the inside."

Confused, he carried out the order.

"Come here."

He advanced the desk and Grissom took the papers from his hands, laying them down, unread. "Didnīt I tell you, I donīt want you to bring your private life to work."

"Huh?"

"You were flirting with him?"

"Who with?"

"Michael Andrews."

Greg was stunned speechless.

Grissom lifted his eyebrows. "I see. Youīre not even defending yourself."

Hearing this, Greg found his voice again. "No. I mean....yes. I wasnīt flirting. Iīm with you. You know that."

"Exactly, if you wanna get off with someone at the lab, itīs me."

Greg blinked perplexed.

Grissomīs eyes were burning. "Blow me."

"What?"

"I said blow me."

"Here? You canīt be serious?"

"Iīm your boss. Thatīs an order."

"Every second, someone could come in here."

"Do it."

Just now, Greg noticed the visible bulge in Grissomīs pants and was pretty surprised by his loverīs horniness. Persuaded, he gave in, mumbling submissively: "Yes sir." He knelt down, freed the hard cock of his boss and started to lick him affectionately.

At once, Grissomīs anger was melting. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed every second. He had needed that so much and couldnīt repress his pleasure. "Yes. Suck me. Harder. Faster."

Hearing Grissom expressing his feelings so open-hearted, was a new experience for Greg. It excited him very much and he doubled his efforts to satisfy his lover. Sucking him hard and deep. Deep in his mouth.

Grissomīs hands clenched around Gregīs upper arms, he gasped loud. A little too loud.

"Shhh," Greg soothed him, before he was circling the sensitive tip of Grissomīs cock teasingly with his tongue. But, Grissomīs impatient complaints made him quickly swallow the whole length down his throat again. Devoted, he sucked on the hard-on, until Grissom gave in.

Biting his lips, pinching his fingers in Gregīs shoulders, he exploded. A stifled groan was the only sound he made.

Greg enjoyed the tasty liquid, while Grissom was coming down from his climax.

With a smile, Greg stood up, observing his lover with a new perspective.

His boss tried to keep his countenance. "Why are you still here? You can go now!"

Greg kept smiling, he didnīt feel offended by Grissomīs words at all.

Grissomīs eyes narrowed. "Go."

Giving a shrug, Greg turned to get the door.

"Greg."

"Yes sir?"

Grissom, now properly dressed again, was looking sorry. "Come back for a second."

Greg did.

Grissom kissed him. So tender, it showed his fondness. "You're the best."

"Thank you sir."

"Iīll see you after work."

"Is that an order?"

"Of course. Iīm your boss."

Greg showed his special grin. "Okay, Gil."

"Your obedience will be rewarded. Thatīs a promise. Do you feel like going out afterwards to grab something to eat?"

"You mean together?"

"Sure. What else, Greggo?"

"I like it, when you call me by that name."

"Donīt get used to it. It wonīt happen very often."

Greg was leering. "Sure - sir." Before Grissom could respond, Greg continued: "Donīt get used to it. It wonīt happen again."

"Getting smart again?"

"Well, maybe it would be better, youīll teach me more lessons tonight Gil."

"Maybe, I should Greggo. Out now, before I forget myself."

Greg almost run over Sara and Nick on his way back to his desk.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Sorry, I didnīt see you."

Nick looked with great interest in the face of his friend, because Greg was glowing. "Whatīs the matter with you? Some time ago, you had been indifferent. Now, I see you distracted very often."

"Nothing. There was just something on my mind. I have to go. Much work is waiting and I wanna go home early."

Nick observed how his friend chuckled amused and almost took off. "I think he is in love. Big time."

"Why do you think that?" Sara asked, not really interested.

"He never acted this strange before. I believe, he was lovesick a few weeks ago, but now he seems absolutely happy. Something has changed."

"Do you know who he's in love with?"

"Maybe. I donīt know for sure. Yet."

That amused even Sara. "Tell me, if youīll find it out. As a CSI, it must be no problem for you."

Nick smirked at her. "Very funny Sidle."

But Nick had no intentions of tell Sara, what he suspected. Or whom. He had seen where Greg was come from, when he had been skipping on his way like a schoolboy. Grissomīs office. It couldnīt be. He was just imagining too much. Greg and Grissom? No way! But what, when he was right. Nick suspected for some time, Greg had a crush on Grissom. But he would never believe Grissom would have resembling feelings. Not by any chance. However, should it be true, he could never tell Sara. She would be heartbroken. Nick could never do that to her. He couldnīt hurt her; even she would always choose Grissom -- and not him.

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