Little Death
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
9,234
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Author: Pearl
Title: "Little Death"
Fandom: "CSI"
Pairing: Warrick/Greg
Category: 110% pure, unadulterated smut with romance thrown in for our extra reading pleasure.
Warning: A little bit of WS will appear somewhere in this story. If this makes you squeamish, do not read this!
Disclaimer: All characters are the exclusive property of CBS, Inc,, Jerry Bruckheimer, et al. No monetary profit is being made or is expected.
~ Chapter One ~
~Part One~
Warrick steered the new red Durango carefully into his alloted parking space and killed the engine. He was tired, but he felt good both physically and mentally. Last night had been hectic but thankfully, there had been no major gruesomness to deal with. Only a robbery with no taking of life involved, thank God.
He locked the car and made his way to the front entrance of his building and up to his apartment. He let himself in and placed his keys on the hall table as always. Greg's weren't there yet, which meant he hadn't made it home. He sighed but pushed on, taking off his jean jacket and draping it over an armchair. He did a check of the entire flat as he always did after getting in every morning to make sure everything was okay. Everything was in order, so he went to the kitchen to get something cold to drink. He was so thirsty he almost felt dehydrated. Greg was obviously being detained because of his case but it still didn't make Warrick any less impatient for his presence. Warrick took several swallows of his drink and thought about it. Impatient? More like ready to climb the walls. He hadn't had much of a chance to make love to Greg or even to hold him or talk to him at home for most of the week, they'd been so busy. And now on Saturday he was finally winding down and Greg was still at work.
Dammit, he thought, sliding one hand down the front of his pants slowly and rubbing his erection through them. His dick was well on it's way to full mast now. He was so ready to slide it into his baby's pert little ass and hear him wimper and cry and moan his name. He was ready to hold Greg's slender, muscled body close to his own and feel the heat of his skin. Warrick finished his drink and left the kitchen, heading for the bedroom. He decided he'd watch some television for a little while until Greg got home or he fell asleep, whichever came first.
He sat down on their bed and began removing his outer clothing, then his shoes and socks. He pulled back the covers on their bordello-style bed and slid underneath, making himself comfortable.
He picked up the remote and switched on the TV, surfing until he found some cartoons that Greg liked and would sometimes try to get him to watch, just for the fun of it. His dick was now so hard it made a tent in the covers, jerking up and down by itself, getting the expensive egyptian cotton sheets wet. The cartoon wasn't working, not today. He had to have Greg, and soon. He reached underneath and squeezed himself, hissing at the jolt of pleasure that shot through him. "Oh Greg, baby, get home soon...please, please, please...: he moaned. Just thinking about the beautiful lab-tech-turned-CSI-and-a-damned-good-one-at-that made his lust flame up even higher. He began to masturbate slowly, his head back, eyes closed, beefy thighs spread on the bed. He visualized Greg underneath him, his smaller body shaking and rocking back and forth violently as he tried his damndest to screw completly through him and into the mattress. Greg crying and gasping, trying to get a hold on him, on something, whimpering as his body was taken and plundered, pleasured to the point of near unconcsiousness.
Warrick could almost smell Greg's skin as he whipped his fist backand forth over his ten-and one half inches, He massaged his retreating balls with his other hand, his insides winding tighter and tighter. "Oh baby, baby, when you get home you are going to get it, I guarantee..." he moaned, seeing himself from above in his mind's eye, holding Greg's lush, creamy-skinned thighs apart, clawing at his butt, leaving bruises on his delicate skin. He could hear Greg beginning to babble now, demanding to be fucked deeper, harder, goddammit he was going to come oh sweet Jesus, oh God, here it comes! and he comes, screaming, eyes rolling back in his head, his body going into convulsion as his orgasm overtakes him and tosses him like a leaf on a tidal wave, Warrick working his body like the well-honed fucking machine that he was.
Warrick's fisted his dick with both hands, sweating, panting, his hips pumping it back and forth and he went over the top, roaring as his orgasm exploded. He felt it throughout his entire body, his synapes going into overload, his semen flying onto his chest, face and hair, on his lips. When it was finally over he was so weak until all he could do was lay there with his chest heaving, trying desperately to restore his breathing. When he had finally calmed down he licked a splash of cum off his lips where it had landed earlier and used his fingers to scoop the rest of his milky discharge into his mouth, until it was all gone. This was just off the top, so to speak, so that when Greg did get home and he was finally able to get his hands on him, he was going to take him for a ride that would last the whole weekend.
"My friend, you are really, really going to get it this time." Warrick promised. And just then he heard the sweet jangle of keys in the front door.
~ Part Two ~
Greg squirmed and squirmed in the driver's seat all the way home. When he and Sara had finally arrived back at headquarters to wrap up their case he'd thought he could hold it, anxious as he was to get home, to get back in Warrick's arms after so long. Now he was regretting it and squeezing on his pc muscle as hard as he could to keep his full bladder from letting go right there in the car.
Dammit, he thought to himself. Why didn't I listen to my body instead of trying to contol it? But he thought he could still make it. He slid a hand down to massage his dick through his new black denim pants, hoping that would help ease some of the pressure. It helped a bit, but it also made his dick swell up to half-mast. It added a pleasurable twinge to the situation, he noticed, squirming his ass around and moaning a bit.
In less than two minutes he was home and shutting off the engine. He carefully slid off the seat and locked the car, then walked into the building and rode the elevator to their floor. He walked slowly to the front door, keeping his muscles clamped shut until he could make it to the bathroom.
Once inside he placed his keys in their usual spot, noticing that Warrick's were already there. Thank God, he thought. As soon as he took care of this business he'd find his lover and not let go of him until Sunday, at least. He made it to the bathroom and was about to flick on the light when a voice boomed out of the dark, right in his face!
"Going somewhere fast, aren't we?" Warrick said, stepping out of the dark and grabbing Greg in his arms.
"SugarHoneyIcedTea!!" Greg cried, his heart going into overdrive and nearly losing control himself.
"Man, don't do that! I gotta go bad and I almost lost it!"
"Oh?" said Warrick, a gleam in his eye. He gathered Greg into his arms possessively, a week's worth of too little time with his love fuelling his desire. Greg, in spite of his condition, grabbed his big man just as eagerly and planted a hot kiss on his lips. Warrick pushed him backwards, to the wall, there taking advantage of the hard surface and grinding against Greg hard, forcing his legs apart and slamming him into it, over and over, kissing and sucking on his soft skin and lips. Greg's hips bucked in response, a low growl issuing from his throat. He ground his dick against Warrick's hard spike, the thrill of feeling it's sheer size all the way through his jeans getting him hotter and hotter. Eager for it.
"Warr, baby?" he managed to gasp out when Warrick relinquished his lips for a couple of seconds to suckle one of his hard, pointy nipples.
"Humm?" responded Warrick, not letting go.
"You know I gotta go shake hands with the president!" he cried.
"The president, what about him?" said Warrick, his lust-befuddled brain not tracking Greg's words properly.
"No, no, baby, let me down so I can get to Washington! Please Warrick! Oooohhh shit!" he cried anew when Warrick started on his other nipple.
He bucked against his big lover, groaning from the combined sensations of a full bladder and the pleasure spiking down to his groin from the nipple that Warrick was so diligently sucking on. He could only squeeze his muscles tighter and hope for the best, because it was clear that he wasn't going anywhere until Warrick let him. After a few minutes, though Warrick decided he'd put Greg through enough torture and slowly, slowly pulled his lips away from his flesh and let him slide down the wall to his feet.
"Okay sweetie, but don't take all day." Warrick said, reaching down and removing his full erect dick from the flimsy pajama pants he wore. "We've got some serious business to attend to as soon as possible, you get me?"
"Understood. Come with me." said Greg, pulling him by the hand as he quickly made his way into the bathroom.
"At your service." Warrick replied, following him closely. He enjoyed a bit of watersport from time to time.
Greg was unbuckling, unzipping and unbuttoning on the way, wasting no time. Warrick assisted and yanked his pants down to his knees. He folded himself against Greg from behind, wrapping his arms around him and feeling up the front of his luscious body. He covered Greg's hand with his own as Greg was finally able to let go, a moan of pure relief and pleasure coming from him.
"Oh God that feels good!" he exclaimed, resting his head on Warrick's shoulder, the sensation of the warm liquid flowing through his aroused plumbing sending pleasure through him. He culd feel Warrick's erection between his buttcheeks, smearing precum on his skin, rubbing against his opening, hot and heavy and demanding. Warrick's hands were all over him, squeezing and stroking his abs, his chest, his ass, his trembling thighs. He could scarcely believe how much his bladder had been holding. Both their hands stroked his erection as it emptied itself in a thick, pale golden stream into the commode.
"Jesus Greg, how long were you holding this?" Warrick asked, incredulous. "And what did you have to drink last night?"
Greg just looked up at him and grinned that sexy grin of his. "I'll fill you in later." he answered. "Just kiss me." Warrick complied lustily, and finally, Greg felt his stream thin out and come to a stop.
"Umm, that was good." he purred, flicking a few stray drops off his swollen glans and into the water.
"It was hot." said Warrick. "Now come here."
He turned Greg around in his arms and stripped him of his clothing, right down to the cute little white socks and converse all-stars he wore, which made him look about seventeen. They paid no heed to the expensive clothing now scattered on the bathroom floor; all they wanted, all they were focused on, was each other. Greg jumped up and Warrick caught him easily in spite of his now heavier, more muscular body and carried him to their bedroom. He laid Greg out on their tulle-draped, silk-covered bed and stood there a moment, gazing at him. Greg gazed back, panting, his arms outstretched.
"Jesus H. Christ, you are so beautiful." moaned Warrick, rubbing his monster erection in one hand.
"Open up, Goddammit."
End of Chapter One
tbc...
A/N: 9/29/05 - I will be updating this story as soon as I possibly can. Check back in a couple of weeks. I promise it will be hot. Thanks for reading!
Title: "Little Death"
Fandom: "CSI"
Pairing: Warrick/Greg
Category: 110% pure, unadulterated smut with romance thrown in for our extra reading pleasure.
Warning: A little bit of WS will appear somewhere in this story. If this makes you squeamish, do not read this!
Disclaimer: All characters are the exclusive property of CBS, Inc,, Jerry Bruckheimer, et al. No monetary profit is being made or is expected.
~ Chapter One ~
~Part One~
Warrick steered the new red Durango carefully into his alloted parking space and killed the engine. He was tired, but he felt good both physically and mentally. Last night had been hectic but thankfully, there had been no major gruesomness to deal with. Only a robbery with no taking of life involved, thank God.
He locked the car and made his way to the front entrance of his building and up to his apartment. He let himself in and placed his keys on the hall table as always. Greg's weren't there yet, which meant he hadn't made it home. He sighed but pushed on, taking off his jean jacket and draping it over an armchair. He did a check of the entire flat as he always did after getting in every morning to make sure everything was okay. Everything was in order, so he went to the kitchen to get something cold to drink. He was so thirsty he almost felt dehydrated. Greg was obviously being detained because of his case but it still didn't make Warrick any less impatient for his presence. Warrick took several swallows of his drink and thought about it. Impatient? More like ready to climb the walls. He hadn't had much of a chance to make love to Greg or even to hold him or talk to him at home for most of the week, they'd been so busy. And now on Saturday he was finally winding down and Greg was still at work.
Dammit, he thought, sliding one hand down the front of his pants slowly and rubbing his erection through them. His dick was well on it's way to full mast now. He was so ready to slide it into his baby's pert little ass and hear him wimper and cry and moan his name. He was ready to hold Greg's slender, muscled body close to his own and feel the heat of his skin. Warrick finished his drink and left the kitchen, heading for the bedroom. He decided he'd watch some television for a little while until Greg got home or he fell asleep, whichever came first.
He sat down on their bed and began removing his outer clothing, then his shoes and socks. He pulled back the covers on their bordello-style bed and slid underneath, making himself comfortable.
He picked up the remote and switched on the TV, surfing until he found some cartoons that Greg liked and would sometimes try to get him to watch, just for the fun of it. His dick was now so hard it made a tent in the covers, jerking up and down by itself, getting the expensive egyptian cotton sheets wet. The cartoon wasn't working, not today. He had to have Greg, and soon. He reached underneath and squeezed himself, hissing at the jolt of pleasure that shot through him. "Oh Greg, baby, get home soon...please, please, please...: he moaned. Just thinking about the beautiful lab-tech-turned-CSI-and-a-damned-good-one-at-that made his lust flame up even higher. He began to masturbate slowly, his head back, eyes closed, beefy thighs spread on the bed. He visualized Greg underneath him, his smaller body shaking and rocking back and forth violently as he tried his damndest to screw completly through him and into the mattress. Greg crying and gasping, trying to get a hold on him, on something, whimpering as his body was taken and plundered, pleasured to the point of near unconcsiousness.
Warrick could almost smell Greg's skin as he whipped his fist backand forth over his ten-and one half inches, He massaged his retreating balls with his other hand, his insides winding tighter and tighter. "Oh baby, baby, when you get home you are going to get it, I guarantee..." he moaned, seeing himself from above in his mind's eye, holding Greg's lush, creamy-skinned thighs apart, clawing at his butt, leaving bruises on his delicate skin. He could hear Greg beginning to babble now, demanding to be fucked deeper, harder, goddammit he was going to come oh sweet Jesus, oh God, here it comes! and he comes, screaming, eyes rolling back in his head, his body going into convulsion as his orgasm overtakes him and tosses him like a leaf on a tidal wave, Warrick working his body like the well-honed fucking machine that he was.
Warrick's fisted his dick with both hands, sweating, panting, his hips pumping it back and forth and he went over the top, roaring as his orgasm exploded. He felt it throughout his entire body, his synapes going into overload, his semen flying onto his chest, face and hair, on his lips. When it was finally over he was so weak until all he could do was lay there with his chest heaving, trying desperately to restore his breathing. When he had finally calmed down he licked a splash of cum off his lips where it had landed earlier and used his fingers to scoop the rest of his milky discharge into his mouth, until it was all gone. This was just off the top, so to speak, so that when Greg did get home and he was finally able to get his hands on him, he was going to take him for a ride that would last the whole weekend.
"My friend, you are really, really going to get it this time." Warrick promised. And just then he heard the sweet jangle of keys in the front door.
~ Part Two ~
Greg squirmed and squirmed in the driver's seat all the way home. When he and Sara had finally arrived back at headquarters to wrap up their case he'd thought he could hold it, anxious as he was to get home, to get back in Warrick's arms after so long. Now he was regretting it and squeezing on his pc muscle as hard as he could to keep his full bladder from letting go right there in the car.
Dammit, he thought to himself. Why didn't I listen to my body instead of trying to contol it? But he thought he could still make it. He slid a hand down to massage his dick through his new black denim pants, hoping that would help ease some of the pressure. It helped a bit, but it also made his dick swell up to half-mast. It added a pleasurable twinge to the situation, he noticed, squirming his ass around and moaning a bit.
In less than two minutes he was home and shutting off the engine. He carefully slid off the seat and locked the car, then walked into the building and rode the elevator to their floor. He walked slowly to the front door, keeping his muscles clamped shut until he could make it to the bathroom.
Once inside he placed his keys in their usual spot, noticing that Warrick's were already there. Thank God, he thought. As soon as he took care of this business he'd find his lover and not let go of him until Sunday, at least. He made it to the bathroom and was about to flick on the light when a voice boomed out of the dark, right in his face!
"Going somewhere fast, aren't we?" Warrick said, stepping out of the dark and grabbing Greg in his arms.
"SugarHoneyIcedTea!!" Greg cried, his heart going into overdrive and nearly losing control himself.
"Man, don't do that! I gotta go bad and I almost lost it!"
"Oh?" said Warrick, a gleam in his eye. He gathered Greg into his arms possessively, a week's worth of too little time with his love fuelling his desire. Greg, in spite of his condition, grabbed his big man just as eagerly and planted a hot kiss on his lips. Warrick pushed him backwards, to the wall, there taking advantage of the hard surface and grinding against Greg hard, forcing his legs apart and slamming him into it, over and over, kissing and sucking on his soft skin and lips. Greg's hips bucked in response, a low growl issuing from his throat. He ground his dick against Warrick's hard spike, the thrill of feeling it's sheer size all the way through his jeans getting him hotter and hotter. Eager for it.
"Warr, baby?" he managed to gasp out when Warrick relinquished his lips for a couple of seconds to suckle one of his hard, pointy nipples.
"Humm?" responded Warrick, not letting go.
"You know I gotta go shake hands with the president!" he cried.
"The president, what about him?" said Warrick, his lust-befuddled brain not tracking Greg's words properly.
"No, no, baby, let me down so I can get to Washington! Please Warrick! Oooohhh shit!" he cried anew when Warrick started on his other nipple.
He bucked against his big lover, groaning from the combined sensations of a full bladder and the pleasure spiking down to his groin from the nipple that Warrick was so diligently sucking on. He could only squeeze his muscles tighter and hope for the best, because it was clear that he wasn't going anywhere until Warrick let him. After a few minutes, though Warrick decided he'd put Greg through enough torture and slowly, slowly pulled his lips away from his flesh and let him slide down the wall to his feet.
"Okay sweetie, but don't take all day." Warrick said, reaching down and removing his full erect dick from the flimsy pajama pants he wore. "We've got some serious business to attend to as soon as possible, you get me?"
"Understood. Come with me." said Greg, pulling him by the hand as he quickly made his way into the bathroom.
"At your service." Warrick replied, following him closely. He enjoyed a bit of watersport from time to time.
Greg was unbuckling, unzipping and unbuttoning on the way, wasting no time. Warrick assisted and yanked his pants down to his knees. He folded himself against Greg from behind, wrapping his arms around him and feeling up the front of his luscious body. He covered Greg's hand with his own as Greg was finally able to let go, a moan of pure relief and pleasure coming from him.
"Oh God that feels good!" he exclaimed, resting his head on Warrick's shoulder, the sensation of the warm liquid flowing through his aroused plumbing sending pleasure through him. He culd feel Warrick's erection between his buttcheeks, smearing precum on his skin, rubbing against his opening, hot and heavy and demanding. Warrick's hands were all over him, squeezing and stroking his abs, his chest, his ass, his trembling thighs. He could scarcely believe how much his bladder had been holding. Both their hands stroked his erection as it emptied itself in a thick, pale golden stream into the commode.
"Jesus Greg, how long were you holding this?" Warrick asked, incredulous. "And what did you have to drink last night?"
Greg just looked up at him and grinned that sexy grin of his. "I'll fill you in later." he answered. "Just kiss me." Warrick complied lustily, and finally, Greg felt his stream thin out and come to a stop.
"Umm, that was good." he purred, flicking a few stray drops off his swollen glans and into the water.
"It was hot." said Warrick. "Now come here."
He turned Greg around in his arms and stripped him of his clothing, right down to the cute little white socks and converse all-stars he wore, which made him look about seventeen. They paid no heed to the expensive clothing now scattered on the bathroom floor; all they wanted, all they were focused on, was each other. Greg jumped up and Warrick caught him easily in spite of his now heavier, more muscular body and carried him to their bedroom. He laid Greg out on their tulle-draped, silk-covered bed and stood there a moment, gazing at him. Greg gazed back, panting, his arms outstretched.
"Jesus H. Christ, you are so beautiful." moaned Warrick, rubbing his monster erection in one hand.
"Open up, Goddammit."
End of Chapter One
tbc...
A/N: 9/29/05 - I will be updating this story as soon as I possibly can. Check back in a couple of weeks. I promise it will be hot. Thanks for reading!