The Meaning of Comfort
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Smut
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I love them dearly.
Summary: Grissom takes care of Greg.
Warning: Slash, M/M
Feedback: Yes, please. It's the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: June 2003
Revised: September 2024
Beta: Anomaly
Word Count: 873
"Damn!" Greg cried out, and hence, also bumped his knee at the sink. Ouch! What the hell...
"What did you do now?" Grissom inquired from the other room.
"I cut myself on a piece of glass," Greg replied, holding his hand above the sink.
"What?" Grissom barked, then rushed into the bathroom. He and Greg were in the middle of investigating the Crime Scene of a murder.
In additon it was Greg's first day as a CSI Level 1 and Grissom supervised his progress. Yeah, and I already fucked up, didn't I?
"How could you cut yourself? Didn't you pay attention to what you were doing?" Grissom said, yet stopped scolding at seeing the blood that was dripping from Greg's hand through the latex glove.
"Not my fault. Some piece of the broken mirror over the sink tumbled down and pierced the back of my hand."
"What were you doing here, anyway?"
"I was looking for blood splatters."
"I say you found some."
Greg shrugged. "Sorry."
Grissom turned the tap on. "Put your hand under the water." He pulled Greg's latex glove off and cleansed the wound under the streaming water.
Greg grimaced with pain.
"Mm, the cut isn't deep. Sit down," Grissom ordered. He and Greg settled on the edge of the tub. Grissom fetched a clean hanky from his back pocket and bandaged Greg's hand. "This will do for the moment. We will take better care of you later at the lab."
This sucks! Greg pondered, because it had been his intention to impress Grissom today. Duh! Instead, he had humiliated himself like a rookie. And then his embarrasment deepened because a second feeling came into play. Uh... yeah, Grissom was unusually close. He was feeling his bosses' breath touching his cheek, was making out every pore in his handsame face, and he smelled the spiciest scent... Gee! Drop it! He exhaled.
Grissom looked at him. "Does it hurt that much?"
"No, of course not," Greg whispered, charmed by the sparkling blue eyes of his boss.
Grissom frowned.
Greg's cock twitched and pushed against the fabric of his pants. Shit! Not now! Get a grip! He fidgeted to stand up to get as far away from Grissom as possible. "I'm fine, and we can go back to..."
Grissom pulled him down again. "Relax." He didn't take his eyes off Greg. He even stroked his thumb over Greg's cheek. "I believe the real pain is somewhere else." He put his hand on Greg's thigh.
"Don't." Greg twitched from head to toes.
"Ah." Grissom moved his hand higher and touched Greg where it hurt the most.
Greg stopped breathing.
"I believe the pain is right here," Grissom pointed out.
Greg flushed.
snap Grissom pulled his latex glove off. "I'll heal it." He rubbed Greg's aching muscle through the pants. "Well... tell me... do you hurt yourself on purpose to get the special treatment?"
"No," he gasped, twitching. "Never."
Grissom stopped the rubbing.
What now? What's Grissom's game? Greg considered, awestruck.
His boss took his injured hand, and lifting the bandage he blew on the wound. "There. Is it better now?"
"Yeah, sure." His painful desire was unbearable, but he resisted to beg.
"Okay. What about this?" He pulled down Greg's zipper, freed the hard cock, and started the needed treatment.
"Oh God! Oh Grissom!"
Grissom jerked him off at a tremendous speed. In less than one minute Greg's cream spilled over Grissom's hand.
Gee! Shamed and yet happy Greg went to the sink to clean himself up.
Grissom followed him. "You have only one usable hand. It's better I do this for you."
Well... you're in charge, aren't you? Greg nodded his head.
His boss washed his own hands, and then Greg's spent penis. Uh... The sensitive touch was enough to get him horny again.
Grissom smiled. "I see the pain isn't gone. More treatment is needed." He knelt and suckled at Greg's cock until it was fully erect a second time.
Greg was driving the slower speed and quality of Grissom's skills by subtly moving his hips and moaning...well... pretty much indecent considering the surroundings.
Whatever! Grissom licked and sucked and teased equally shameless. smack slurp smack He also fiddled with Greg's taut balls.
"Aah! Yeah! Yes! That's it!" Greg gripped Grissom's shoulders to push his cock into the gifted mouth of his supervisor. "Suck me good. Suck me deep. I'm... I'm coming. This is... is... Oh! Wow!" He bit hard on his lower lip which started to bleed. He didn't care since he was coming with blissful jerks.
"Mm-mh." Grissom drank Greg's cream and cleaned the cock with his tongue. He got up then and claimed Greg's mouth in a long and soft kiss. "More blood, silly boy," he whispered against the quivering lips. "Still not done?"
"It's not my fault! You made me...."
Grissom silenced him with a more demanding kiss.
Greg crumbled and kissed him back. When they parted, he sighed. Gee! Isn't this the best first day ever!
"Feeling better now?"
"Yes, sir. Much better."
"Good. Time to focus on work. Time to supervise you."
Greg smirked. "I thought, you already did that."
"Don't get smart, Greggo. Otherwise, there will be no further lessons."
