2 Minutes to Hawaii

As usual, the nightly report of pressing results was taking place in the CSI lab. "The coffee you bagged from the club doesn't match the tainted Innoko water," Greg said, enjoying the routine process for personal reasons. "That's the bad news."

"Still listening," Grissom granted, sitting behind the desk in his office.

Okay. He's in high spirits. Go for it! Greg parked his ass on the bosses' desk. "You know what I have that you want in the mornings? Apart from my devilish grin and rakish good looks, of course." Gee! Did I just say that? What the hell?

Grissom smiled. "I like your coffee."

"No, you love my coffee." Hey, man. Go on like this and you will never go out in the field again. "And you wanna know why? It's Blue Hawaiian. Forty bucks a pound, hand-picked."

"I know, the finest money can buy."

"No, not even close. Just let me get there," he quipped, then revealed everything he had found out about the coffee and his boss listened. He even looked surprised - a rare event - and smiled again. Whoa! What now?

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

"Yes, sir."

"Mm, sometimes you amaze me."

Gee! It's my lucky day, isn't it? "Thanks, Grissom."

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

"Sorry? What?"

"Well, there must be something you want given that you're wearing down my desk."

"Uh - I-I... don't know - w-what you mean."

"Oh, you know. Well then! Come here."

Greg gaped at him.

"That's an order. Come right here."

Okay. Fine. If you say so. Greg lifted his ass and walked around the desk. In front of Grissom, he stopped with trembling knees and a quivering stomach. Now what? Was I too forward? Have I misjudged the mood?

Grissom turned his chair to face him. He was smiling like never before. Call it devilish. He grabbed Greg's pants and pulled the zipper down.

"Uh... Grissom, I don't think...," Greg exhaled, fidgeting for balance.

"What? You always wanted this. Don't deny it."

"No - Yes - but not here - you are my boss - and I don't...." Greg babbled on, while Grissom seized his cock. "Don't... oh ...oh no..."

"Stop resisting. Enjoy while it lasts." Easily Grissom rubbed Greg's cock to full hardness.

Greg jerked into the sensational treat and dug his fingers into Grissom's shoulders.

"Ah, there you go," Grissom praised, speeding up the rhythm.

"Good, oh, good," Greg mumbled, rolling his hips in sync.

"You want me to blow you?"

Are you kidding? Greg's cock was getting harder.

"All you have to do is ask."

Greg tried to speak and failed miserably. Gee! What do you expect considering...

"I see." Grissom let go of Greg's cock.

"No, I want you to," Greg gasped. "I've always wanted that. From the first moment I met you. Please."

"Good for you!" Grissom said and lowered his head.

Greg sucked his breath in. Grissom's gentle licks almost made him come at once. As precise and magnificent as expected. Holy smoke! His heart skipped a few beats. His hips jerked hard. He wanted these lips to swallow his cock whole. He wanted to be sucked to the roots. Ah... come on...

Grissom kept back though, lingering with the tip, then running his tongue up and down the shaft.

"Don't tease. Take me. Suck me."

"So bossy," Grissom hummed, then sucked the cock in to the hilt. Sucked avidly.

"Oh yeah. Yeah. That's it. Go on," Greg murmured, feeling his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Grissom put his hands on Greg's ass and pulled him in deeper.

Greg cried out. Clawed Grissom's shoulders.

Grissom winced. Yet he enforced speed and pressure.

"Oh Grissom... you're good...," Greg cheered him on, shaking. "The best. Give me more. I need more," he squealed, then spilled his load. Why, no. Not... yet.

Grissom didn't let go but moved on to lick him clean. Swallowed then. Smirked.

Oh hell! Greg flushed and stuffed his limp penis back into his pants. The pure joy he had felt seconds ago was gone. Shame seized him. 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? What am I to him? A boy toy easy to get? An amusing quickie in between dead hours to pass the time?

Grissom turned back to his desk and put the papers in order.

Greg remained frozen to the spot, unable to talk or move.

Finally Grissom showed mercy. "What are you waiting for? Go back to work."

On shaky legs Greg went to the door.

"I always knew you would taste like sugar."

Greg whirled around. "What?!"

Writing on a piece of paper Grissom was disregarding him. Though he looked rakishly good.

Maybe I heard wrong, Greg thought and left the office. Gee! It's not about that. I want more. I deserve more. Sneaking off to his workplace, he dropped in his chair, pouting. Why did he act so cold afterwards? Did he just use me to prove he can have me? Did he just manipulate me like he does everyone at the lab? Did his actions imply any purpose at all? He racked his brains for hours but couldn't come to a satisfying conclusion.

Heading home at last he was still struggling with the strange event. Coming out to the parking lot a glorious sunrise awaited him and rummaging through his pockets for the car keys, he didn't notice the figure leaning against his car.

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

Greg startled. His keys slipped from his grip.

Gil Grissom. His boss. The man who had made him come only hours ago caught them casually.

Hey there, Mister Cool. "Ermh..." Greg croaked, "I'm not sure... picked up for my coffee alone..."

"Come on. You know I want to taste you." Grissom seized him by the jacket and pulled him in. "I want us to taste each other."

"Gee, Grissom, if you put it like that... I'm game given that some personal days are long overdue."