Rollercoaster
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: R
Category: Romance, Humor
Series/Sequel: No
Summary: A different kind of ride
Warning: Slash, M/M
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I love them dearly.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: July 2009
Beta: Isha
Word Count: 645
The rollercoaster was running again. The CSI team strolled through the amusement park, celebrating that their work was done. The night embraced them, smelling like popcorn and cotton candy, chasing the recent horror away.
"Who dares to ride the rollercoaster with me?" Grissom encouraged in high spirits.
Greg chuckled. Sara repressed a smile.
"You have way too much imagination," Grissom deadpanned.
"Do we?" Greg provoked him. "You told us that the release of epinephrine and adrenaline while riding a rollercoaster can produce a stimulatory effect."
"That was a sheer hypothetical declaration," Grissom grumbled, putting his glasses away.
"Yeah, right!" Greg carried on teasing him. Nick, Warrick, and Catherine were shaking with laughter.
Just then they passed the entrance of the rollercoaster. Despite the suggestive banter Grissom climbed the steps. "Well, who will join me?"
"Not us," Sara and Catherine declined.
Nick and Warrick shook their heads.
"Count me in." Greg jumped up the steps searching his pockets for money.
Grissom scowled at him but didn't say no. A minute later they climbed into the last wagon. The ride began. Their friends waved. "Have fun!"
"What were you thinking?" Gil elbowed Greg.
"Why?" Greg cheered giddy with pleasure. "I haven't done anything yet."
"And you won't."
"Says who?"
"Stop that. You're not eight."
"No, but I like to sample this pleasure to the limit."
"What pleasure?"
"Taking a ride." He leered and spread his legs.
"Don't you dare."
The peak came in sight. A bright sign blinked: Keep your hands inside. Don't stand up.
"That's fine with me." Greg pulled his zipper down. "I just need to get my juices flowing."
"GREG!"
The rollercoaster passed the peak. Greg started rubbing his very own train.
At the time they were running down, Greg's frank groans were tormenting Gil. "Stop messing around!"
"No way." He bucked his hips, showing off, while the train raced through the first looping.
"This is outrageous...even for you!" Grissom screamed to drown the noise.
Greg kept jerking and moaning. "But I need it now. I'm hard. You scolding me - makes me even harder."
"Damn you!"
"Oh yeah! Shout at me - make a fantasy come true...."
The train rushed through the second looping. Greg enjoyed the rhythm, felt the rhythm, moved with the rhythm, screaming. "Oh...Gil. I'm close...so close...."
Gil gulped. "For heaven's sake... Greggo. Don't get me hooked."
The train was racing along, taking the curves, bending against the pressure, fighting, fighting, coming down in a soft flow. Drops of elation spurted from Greg's cock. "I'm coming...oh...oh yeah!" His body was shaking like the wagon in which they rode, shaking, shaking, shaking.
Gil clawed the strap holding him in place, jerking his hips. Too late. The ride was over. The rollercoaster returned to the start.
"This was a successful experiment," Greg declared huskily. He put his cock back into his pants and pulled the zipper up. It gave him the greatest pleasure to see his mentor baffled speechless. He waved at their friends. "Awesome ride!" He started to get up, but Gil pulled him back. "No, no, be a good boy."
"About what?" Greg smirked.
"Every experiment needs a rerun to prove it was correctly done."
"Really?" Greg kissed him on the way up, feeling the pressure rubbing against him.
In the meantime their friends waited, chatting sprightly, not bothering about what was going on above them - yet.
In the second run, the train flew as smoothly as the first time, taking the loops in perfect circles. Gil went off with flying colors; Greg even licked his rails clean. Once again, the train slowed down, sufficiently smeared, ready to roll again. But for today the ride was over.
"So?" Catherine asked, smiling viciously.
"A rollercoaster ride truly enhances ejaculation," Greg blurted, bubbling with sensations.
"Shut up," Gil groaned, crimson.
Oh yeah! This case was closed.
