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Moonage Daydream
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Rating: Adults Only/NC-17
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Greg Sanders/Nick Stokes
Summary: "It looked to Gil like they had done this before, and that was something new to Gil, because when had Greg and Nick started dating?"
Author's Note: I am a huge tease. You'll see why. Please forgive me, it's just how it came out - can't fight the muse, kids. Credit to Bowie for the title.
Gil Grissom walked towards his office, not noticing that the blinds were drawn. His attention was anchored solely on the report he held in his hands, not on his office. Some corner of his mind thought it a trifle odd that his office door was closed, especially as he didn't remember shutting it. Gil assumed that someone must have closed it while he was in the break room eating lunch, so though his curiosity was momentarily piqued, the thought quickly faded. He closed the door gently and had just turned to face his desk when his focus was involuntarily shifted from the report in his hands to the couple entwined on his desk. They were so involved with what they were doing that they had yet to notice Gil standing there in a state of shock.
Gil didn't know why Greg and Nick had chosen his office, of all the available places in the lab, to engage in a session of heavy petting, but he did know that what they were doing was inappropriate behavior for a workplace. His mind knew that anyway, but his body was frozen to the spot and his eyes were locked on the sight Greg's tongue flicking repeatedly over Nick's bottom lip. Gil's ears strained to pick up the low, needy moan that slipped from Nick's mouth as Greg continued to tease him and rub his hand over Nick's rather obvious erection.
Gil continued to watch them go at it like temporarily mad sex fiends, which it seemed to him they were. Surely normal people didn't just run off to any abandoned office and initiate what appeared to be the hottest round of foreplay Gil had ever witnessed. Not that he had ever really watched other people making out like wild jackrabbits, and he told himself, quite firmly, that watching porn videos didn't count.
Gil took in the scene before him, processing it, analyzing it for clues. Nick was sitting on the edge of Gil's desk, leaning back with his arms supporting him, legs splayed wide open so that Greg had easy access to every one of Nick's erogenous zones. Greg had insinuated himself between Nick's legs and was pressed tight against him, lips skimming over the skin of Nick's jaw.
Nick should have seen Gil, but his eyes were shut tight against the myriad sensations that Greg's soft lips created as they sailed over the warm sea of his skin. It looked to Gil like they had done this before, and that was something new to Gil, because when had Greg and Nick started dating?
Nick slid his hands down to Greg's ass and pulled Greg tighter against him. Upping the ante, Greg began to rock his hips in tiny circles, and he leaned up to slide his tongue inside Nick's mouth, kissing him hungrily while his hands held on to Nick's hips for dear life.
Gil couldn't believe what he was seeing. Didn't they know he'd eventually come back to his office and find them here? Find them in this highly compromising, and to be honest with himself, hot, situation? Then it dawned on him. Maybe they wanted him to find them. Maybe they wanted him to see. After all, they had been working the same case as Gil, and they had known what time he was likely to come back to his office. That thought made Gil gasp audibly and Greg stopped dry humping Nick long enough to look behind him and groan.
Nick opened his eyes, panting heavily, and looked right at Gil. Gil's throat went dry with the flash of longing that flared up in response to Nick's sultry look. He couldn't deny that he had enjoyed their little show and that maybe he was more than a little aroused by it.
"We were wondering when you would get back. We were getting kind of lonely in here, and well, one thing led to another and hey, look at the time." Greg straightened and smoothed his clothes nervously, but Nick just sat there, legs open invitingly, erection jutting against the fabric of his well-worn jeans. "Gris," he drawled, his voice thick with lust, "why don't you stop just watching us and come on over here?"
Gil stood rooted to the spot, his feet refused to move. He had enjoyed watching Nick and Greg, but he wasn't sure about actually touching either of them. What about the consequences? His mind raced, thinking of all the reasons why this was a bad idea. Greg was his subordinate, even if Nick wasn't. There had to be some rule against it. Gil wasn't surprised that he'd never looked up the rules about interoffice dating, because it involved paperwork, and that was something he stayed far away from, for as long as he could. Maybe Cath would know more about the subject. He made a mental note to ask her later.
While Gil was lost in contemplation, a look passed between Nick and Greg. They had talked it over, planned this, and they weren't prepared to back out now. Nick took Greg's hand and they walked over to Gil. "If Gris won't come to the sex, the sex will come to Gris," Greg said in a voice rich with playfulness and more than a little desire. The sound of Greg's voice broke Gil out his reverie, and he was startled to see that Greg and Nick had closed the distance between themselves and him.
"Greg, if you're going to massacre proverbs, I'm going to have to..." Gil's words were cut off by Greg leaning in and brushing his lips against Gil's. "Have to what?" Greg murmured in Gil's ear. "I...I don't remember," Gil stammered. Greg's proximity was shutting off the verbal centers of his brain. Gil had never been good with words in this kind of situation, anyway, but having two of the hottest guys in the lab flanking him, with unexpected x-rated machinations on their dirty little minds, was making him nearly incapable of forming any coherent thoughts beyond, "Mmmmmm, that feels nice." Nick had begun kissing Gil's neck while Gil had been busy mulling the situation over.
Shivers ran down Gil's spine. Nick nipped and kissed the nape of his neck, while Greg kissed him softly on the mouth, coaxing him to part his lips so Greg could explore further. Nick ran his hands up and down Gil's sides, finally settling on Gil's waist as he pressed himself firmly against Gil's back. Nick mimicked Greg's earlier movements, circling his hips against Gil's ass. Gil closed his eyes, drowning in sensation.
"Gil."
That wasn't Nick's voice. And it wasn't laced with desire.
"Gil!"
In fact, Not-Nick's voice had an especially irritated tone to it that Gil seemed to remember having heard before.
Gil felt his shoulder move, no so much as if a lover had caressed it, but more in the way it would if someone were trying to wake him up.
Giving in, Gil opened his eyes and peered at the blur of strawberry blonde hair standing in front of his desk. He slid his glasses on and blinked his bleary eyes a few times, then looked at the formerly blurry Catherine. He winced at the look of pure annoyance on her face.
"Gil, I've been calling your cell and paging you for half an hour," Catherine began, frowning in exasperation as she read Gil the riot act. "You mean to tell me you've been napping in here when I need to talk to you?"
Gil closed his eyes again, and rested his head in his hands. He could feel the storm clouds of a migraine gathering, ready to rain down upon him. He sighed and tried his best to pay attention to whatever new tirade Catherine had begun and wistfully hoped he could resume his lovely daydream once he got home.
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