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Title: 2 Minutes to Hawaii
Author: Daniela
Fandom: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Smut
Series/Sequel: No
Summary: Greg gets a reward.
Warnings: Slash, M/M, Spoilers from "Last Laugh"
Disclaimers: CSI and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. The author makes no profit and no infringement is intented.
Feedback: Yes, please. Itīs the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: June 2003
Beta: Monika, Anomaly

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Greg reported his findings to Grissom. He stood in front of the bossīs desk. "The coffee you bagged from the club doesnīt match the tainted Innoko water. Thatīs the bad news."

"Still listening."

Greg sat down on Grissomīs desk. "You know what I have that you want in the mornings? Apart from my devilish grin and rakish good looks, of course." Did I just say that? Oh my gosh! Whatīs getting into me? Greg was puzzled by himself.

Grissom stayed calm, and, more amazing, he was smiling. "I like your coffee."

"No, you love my coffee." Very smart, Greg. Go on like that and you will never go out in the field again. "And you wanna know why? Itīs Blue Hawaiian. Forty bucks a pound, hand-picked."

"I know, the finest money can buy."

Grissom is in a good temper, Greg decided, pleased. "No, not even close. Just let me get there." So he told Grissom everything he had found out about the coffee and his boss listened with interest.

Grissom looked surprised - a rare event - and smiled again - much more of a rare event.

Greg was overjoyed.

"Very good, Greg. All that you found out on your own?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Mmh, sometimes you amaze me."

Greg grinned, satisfied. It must be his lucky day. "Thanks, Grissom."

"So, what do you have in mind for a reward?"

"Pardon me?"

"Well, I think there must be something you want from me."

Completely perplexed, Greg stuttered, "Ah - I - I - donīt know - w - what you mean."

"Liar. You know exactly what I have in mind. Come here."

Greg just gaped at him.

"Thatīs an order. Come here."

Intimidated, Greg stood up and walked around the desk. Right in front of Grissom, he stood still. His knees were trembling.

Grissom turned his chair to face him. Right now, he was smiling like never before. It was a wicked smile. He grabbed Gregīs pants and began to pull down the zipper.

Taken by surprise, Greg panted: "Please, Grissom, I donīt think...."

"What? You want it. Donīt deny it."

"No - Yes - but not here - you are my boss - I donīt....." Greg babbled on, while Grissom already had a tight grip around his cock. "Donīt, please. Let me go."

"Shut up. Itīs obvious you want it." With no effort at all, Grissom rubbed the cock to full hardness.

Greg lost control and dug his fingers into Grissomīs shoulders.

"Ah, finally my boy is giving up his silly resistance." He stroked the hard cock with a firm rhythm.

"Yes, this is good. So good," Greg mumbled.

"You want me to blow you?"

With trembling lips, Greg looked down at him, his cock was getting yet harder from Grissomīs offer.

"All you have to do is ask. Blow me, Grissom. Just say it."

Greg was petrified. He tried to speak, but he couldnīt.

Grissom sighed. "Fine. As you wish. I see, you donīt want it." He freed Gregīs cock.

"No, I want you to blow me," Greg gasped. "I want it so much. From the first day I saw you. Please, suck me. Please." He begged like a kid for candy.

Grissom grinned, self-contented. "Okay. Wish granted." He lowered his head.

Greg held his breath. When Grissom touched him with his lips, he was afraid, he would explode at once. It felt so good, utterly overwhelming. His heart was beating like a hammer.

Grissom licked him slowly, first he encircled the sensitive tip, then let his tongue run up and down the shaft.

Greg pleaded outright, "Please, donīt tease me. Take me in. Suck me."

Mercifully, Grissom stopped playing around and sucked the cock down to the root.

"Oh yes. Yes. Thatīs it. Donīt stop." Gregīs breath was coming in short gasps, his heartbeat was pounding in his ears.

Grissom put his hands on Gregīs butt, and pulled him closer to take him in deeper.

A suppressed cry was the response. Gregīs pleasure became unbearable. Moaning incoherently, he dug his fingers deeper into Grissomīs shoulders.

His fierce grip made Grissom wince, but he enforced the rhythm anyway.

"Oh Grissom...youīre good...so good," Greg whispered huskily. The hottest sweetness overcame him. "Youīre the best! Give me more! I need more!!" he squealed with glee. It only took a few seconds longer. Greg whimpered once more and exploded into the mouth of his boss.

Grissom licked him clean softly, while Greg was coming down from his climax. His face still flushed, the young man stuffed his limp penis back into his pants, averting his eyes. The pure joy he had felt seconds ago was gone. Suddenly, he felt deeply ashamed. This is Grissom. My boss. The man who knows everything. The man who barely says a private word to me. How could I let this happen? Why did I let this happen? What is it he wants from me? A quick fuck after work? Am I a boy toy to him who is easy to get?

No word from Grissom. He just turned back to his desk and put the papers in order.

Greg remained in place, unable to talk or move.

After a while, Grissom showed him mercy. "What are you waiting for? Go back to work."

Waking up from his trance, Greg went to the door.

"I always knew you would taste like sugar."

Greg whirled around. "What?!"

But Grissom was writing something down on a piece of paper and didnīt give any response.

Maybe I heard it wrong, Greg thought and left the office. He felt disappointed. This is not enough. I want more, I deserve more. Sneaking off to his workplace, Greg dropped in his chair, pouting like a boy who didnīt get the desired birthday present. Why did he act so cold afterwards? Did he just use me to prove he can have me anytime? Did he just manipulate me like he does everyone at the lab? Did his actions imply any purpose at all? Greg racked his brains for hours but couldnīt come to a satisfying conclusion. Eventually, he gave up and headed for home. Coming out to the parking lot the sunrise awaited him. Rummaging in his pockets for his car-keys, he didnīt notice the figure leaning against his car until he was spoken to.

"Ready for a full-time vacation in Hawaii, coffee boy?"

Greg stopped in his tracks, startled.

Gil Grissom. His boss. The man who sucked him only hours ago.

"Ermh..." Greg croaked, "I donīt know..."

"Itīs morning and I want to taste your coffee at your place." He grabbed Greg by the jacket and pulled him closer. "I want us to taste each other."

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