Learning from the Master
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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,121
Reviews:
1
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.
Learning from the Master
TITLE: Learning from the Master
AUTHOR: NoHayRemedio aka MSCSIFANGSR aka Chauncey10
FANDOM/SHIP: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation/Greg/Bobby
RATING: Adult
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.
NOTES: This was originally posted in September '09 on LJ csi_slash and in my own journal.
WARNING: SLASH M/M
SPOILERS: Every show until 'Who Shot Sherlock?'
PROMPT: I was dared to write this...
*****
The foremost authority on ballistics at the Las Vegas Crime Lab was Bobby Dawson. But when Greg Sanders went into his lab, he found Bobby wasn't there, instead finding the day-shift technician, Fred Williams.
“Where's Bobby?”
“If you haven't noticed Sanders, it's day time outside and he's not on shift right now. Can I help you?”
“I guess I'll wait until tonight. Geez, what time is it?”
“Around noon. What Sanders? You pulling you're first double shift as a CSI? You know if you were still in DNA, then they wouldn't expect you to pull doubles.”
Fred was still laughing when Greg left the lab a little while later.
Greg had just completed his final proficiency and had become a CSI-Level 1. He was on his first case without Grissom or Sara supervising him, he'd come across a case involving a gun that may or may not have been used in the commission of another crime by the same suspect, but he needed an expert to run ballistics on the bullets in order to get a proper conviction. He needed Bobby, not that low life Williams.
He wanted to scream. He had the case solved; but wanted to feather his cap a bit by adding additional charges. But no, the master's not on shift. Yeah right, he thought, I might as well run by his apartment and see if he can come in a little early to help him out. And Bobby's place wasn't too far out of his way.
Greg knocked on apartment 407-B's door. He hadn't gotten an answer after knocking repeatedly, so he grabbed his cell phone and punched in Bobby's number.
He and Bobby had hung out several times, drinking and generally having a good time, after work, and they had tentatively planned to have a poker night with the other lab rats. That had been before he'd been promoted or demoted as it were. The other lab rats now looked down upon him, and Greg seriously had wanted to punch David Hodges on several occasions for his, well for being Hodges.
Greg could hear the phone ringing through the closed door; and decided Bobby probably wasn't at home. But when the gruff, “Hello!” reached his ear through his phone, he realized Bobby had more than likely been sleeping.
“Hey, open your door. I need to talk to you.” Greg practically growled into his cell phone.
The dial tone buzzed in Greg's ear as the door opened to a very naked Bobby Dawson.
Greg stared. (I mean, what else would you do when a handsome, tousled curly blond, blue eyed Adonis opened his door in all his naked glory? I'd drool, but Greg stared.)
“Come...” That was all Greg heard. “Come.” Greg wanted to come all over him, but instead he walked into the man's one bedroom apartment and watched the man's tight butt as Bobby walked over to the couch and sat down.
“Whatcha need, Greg?”
YOU! “I was wondering if you could go in a little early tonight. I really need you,” OOOPS! “I mean, I would like for you to run a ballistics comparison on two samples. I've got the suspect dead to rights and I hope we can get him for both crimes.”
Bobby coughed and when he did so, Greg noticed he covered his mouth, but cupped his manhood and balls at the same time.
“Greg, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was naked. I generally sleep naked. I'll be right back.”
The sexy Adonis headed toward the only bedroom and it only took Greg a moment to make up his mind. He followed him into the bedroom.
Greg stood in the doorway of Bobby's room and watched as Bobby sat down on the end of the bed.
They stared at each other for a few tense heated moments. Bobby became slightly uncomfortable under Greg's heated scrutiny. Bobby decided to be blunt with him.
“Um, Greg, I'm a gay man. I've never told anyone I work with and I don't appreciate you joking around in this manner.”
“I'm not joking,” Greg said seriously.
“Have you ever been with a man before?”
“No.”
Bobby started to dismiss Greg, but was interrupted. “I've never been with a woman either. But then I've never wanted to be with a woman; but I've dreamed of men most of my life.”
“What about Sara? You two seem pretty tight.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
“She's my hag. And she and Grissom are fucking.”
Bobby's laughter filled the room, then seriously said. “I'm not into one night stands with virgins.”
“Doesn't have to be a one night stand and you can teach me everything; I'm a quick learner.” Greg smiled as he began unbuttoning his shirt, the type he'd started wearing since he'd become a CSI, a nice button-up. Underneath a 'Nine Inch Nails' t-shirt came into view.
“Mr. Sanders, you must do everything as I tell you. Everything. Starting now.”
Their blue eyes locked. “Yes, sir.”
“I see you understand some of the rules already.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take off your clothes slowly. And then let me look at you.”
“Yes, sir.”
The gray t-shirt was slowly drug over the tight six pack abs of the new CSI. And each second was almost agonizing to the slighter older ballistics expert. Bobby gripped his burgeoning erection in one fist and slowly moved his hand up and down his penis.
Greg had the t-shirt bunched up over his head when Bobby stopped him.
“Stay where you are. Don't move.”
Greg felt the pads of Bobby's fingers first. They were gliding over his stomach and up toward his nipples. The younger man's arms were still hanging above his head, while his Adonis moved behind him, allowing one hand to linger on his chest. Then Greg felt Bobby's lips upon the small of his back. Greg slivered.
“Don't move or I'll have to discipline you.”
“What would that entail, master?”
Bobby immediately laced his arms through Greg's outstretched ones and put him into a rough 'sleeper' type hold and pressed his heavy erection into Greg's ass.
“I think you know.”
Greg purred and wiggled his ass against the man standing behind him.
Bobby released his captive. “Are you sure this is what you want?'
Greg removed his shirt and began to unbuckle his belt. When he pulled off his pants, Bobby could tell just how excited Greg was by the glorious tent in the man's boxer-briefs.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to remove your underwear and get on my bed on all fours.” Bobby commanded.
Sanders did as he was told, assuming the position on top of the tan comforter that adorned the king sized bed.
Bobby Dawson wanted to eat the young man alive. And did so. Bobby slid underneath Greg and took the young man's cock into his mouth as far as he was able. Sanders was very well hung and Bobby had to make up the difference with his fist. He moved his hand slowly as his tongue lapped around the head of Greg's prick.
The sensations from Bobby's mouth were driving Greg insane and he began to thrust into the slick warmth of the oral cavity.
Bobby smacked him on the ass hard as he let Greg's dick dangle.
“That is not permitted. I will suck you, but you are not allowed to fuck my mouth. Any and all fucking will be done by me. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I'm going to fuck you long and hard and you're going to take it. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Greg looked good spread out before him on all fours and their eyes caught in the reflection in the mirror at the head of the bed.
Greg was transfixed as watched as Bobby masturbated his magnificent cock. When he reached for his own dick, he felt Bobby's hand slap his away. Then the same hand cupped him and began stroking him too. He could see one of Bobby's hands pumping his own cock while doing his own. It was very erotic.
“You want some of this, Mr. Sanders?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where do you want it?”
“I want to suck it.”
Bobby maneuvered himself to stand on the bed in front of Greg's greedy mouth and the young man slipped his tongue out and ran it the length of Bobby's manhood, then circled the head with such precision that Bobby wondered if Greg had performed oral sex on someone before.
“Have you done this to someone before?”
“No, sir. But I've watched a lot of gay porn.”
Bobby's laughter was cut off when Greg sucked his whole cock into his mouth. The sensation was far more intense than he would have suspected from a virgin, so he relaxed as best he could and let the young man have his way with him.
Greg, indeed, was a quick learner. He'd watched so many porn movies that he practically anticipated when Bobby began to pull away in an attempt not to ejaculate. He made a symbolic lick into the air as Bobby grabbed his dick and fisted it a few times.
“You're good. Now, we're going to find out how good.”
Bobby moved off of the bed toward the nightstand. Without further ado, Bobby reached into his bedside table and grabbed a bottle of KY and liberally coated his own cock and smeared some along the outer rim of Greg's asshole. Then slipped a condom over his own erection.
He admired the puckered hole for a moment, thinking how nice and tight it would be when his own dick would be pounding inside of it. Bobby's penis throbbed with desire as he slowly stroked himself to full hardness, before reaching for Greg's ass again. He slapped his cock against the hard flesh of Greg's crack, then pushed just slightly where the head of his dick rested on top of the rim of the opening.
Greg's agonized pleading spurred him on as he pushed ever so slightly inside. He stopped, enjoying the sensation of the tightness around his cock. Greg pushed back allowing his cock head to completely disappear inside the young man.
Bobby moaned, as did Greg.
Bobby pushed a little harder and bit by bit was totally encased inside him. Bobby didn't want to move, the ecstasy of the moment was barely registering in his mind, when Greg began to pull away slightly. Bobby then slammed back into him. Greg pulled away again and their electrically charged dance began in earnest.
Before too long, their bodies were slamming harder against the other; pounding flesh into the other. Pleasure given and received in the same moment. Neither man could contain themselves much longer and Greg fell over the edge first, spurting his seed aimlessly over the comforter. Bobby followed mere seconds later, the pleasure of the moment left him shattered as he collapsed onto Greg's forgiving body.
Greg lay on his stomach underneath Bobby heaving breathlessly. He was completely spent and was happy beyond belief. In moments he was sound asleep.
The slightly older man slipped off the sweaty naked CSI and went into the bathroom to rid himself of the condom and to clean himself up somewhat. He returned a little later and crawled into the bed beside Sanders.
He smiled before closing his own eyes in slumber, thinking, “This is the start of a wonderful relationship.”
THE END
AUTHOR: NoHayRemedio aka MSCSIFANGSR aka Chauncey10
FANDOM/SHIP: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation/Greg/Bobby
RATING: Adult
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.
NOTES: This was originally posted in September '09 on LJ csi_slash and in my own journal.
WARNING: SLASH M/M
SPOILERS: Every show until 'Who Shot Sherlock?'
PROMPT: I was dared to write this...
*****
The foremost authority on ballistics at the Las Vegas Crime Lab was Bobby Dawson. But when Greg Sanders went into his lab, he found Bobby wasn't there, instead finding the day-shift technician, Fred Williams.
“Where's Bobby?”
“If you haven't noticed Sanders, it's day time outside and he's not on shift right now. Can I help you?”
“I guess I'll wait until tonight. Geez, what time is it?”
“Around noon. What Sanders? You pulling you're first double shift as a CSI? You know if you were still in DNA, then they wouldn't expect you to pull doubles.”
Fred was still laughing when Greg left the lab a little while later.
Greg had just completed his final proficiency and had become a CSI-Level 1. He was on his first case without Grissom or Sara supervising him, he'd come across a case involving a gun that may or may not have been used in the commission of another crime by the same suspect, but he needed an expert to run ballistics on the bullets in order to get a proper conviction. He needed Bobby, not that low life Williams.
He wanted to scream. He had the case solved; but wanted to feather his cap a bit by adding additional charges. But no, the master's not on shift. Yeah right, he thought, I might as well run by his apartment and see if he can come in a little early to help him out. And Bobby's place wasn't too far out of his way.
Greg knocked on apartment 407-B's door. He hadn't gotten an answer after knocking repeatedly, so he grabbed his cell phone and punched in Bobby's number.
He and Bobby had hung out several times, drinking and generally having a good time, after work, and they had tentatively planned to have a poker night with the other lab rats. That had been before he'd been promoted or demoted as it were. The other lab rats now looked down upon him, and Greg seriously had wanted to punch David Hodges on several occasions for his, well for being Hodges.
Greg could hear the phone ringing through the closed door; and decided Bobby probably wasn't at home. But when the gruff, “Hello!” reached his ear through his phone, he realized Bobby had more than likely been sleeping.
“Hey, open your door. I need to talk to you.” Greg practically growled into his cell phone.
The dial tone buzzed in Greg's ear as the door opened to a very naked Bobby Dawson.
Greg stared. (I mean, what else would you do when a handsome, tousled curly blond, blue eyed Adonis opened his door in all his naked glory? I'd drool, but Greg stared.)
“Come...” That was all Greg heard. “Come.” Greg wanted to come all over him, but instead he walked into the man's one bedroom apartment and watched the man's tight butt as Bobby walked over to the couch and sat down.
“Whatcha need, Greg?”
YOU! “I was wondering if you could go in a little early tonight. I really need you,” OOOPS! “I mean, I would like for you to run a ballistics comparison on two samples. I've got the suspect dead to rights and I hope we can get him for both crimes.”
Bobby coughed and when he did so, Greg noticed he covered his mouth, but cupped his manhood and balls at the same time.
“Greg, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was naked. I generally sleep naked. I'll be right back.”
The sexy Adonis headed toward the only bedroom and it only took Greg a moment to make up his mind. He followed him into the bedroom.
Greg stood in the doorway of Bobby's room and watched as Bobby sat down on the end of the bed.
They stared at each other for a few tense heated moments. Bobby became slightly uncomfortable under Greg's heated scrutiny. Bobby decided to be blunt with him.
“Um, Greg, I'm a gay man. I've never told anyone I work with and I don't appreciate you joking around in this manner.”
“I'm not joking,” Greg said seriously.
“Have you ever been with a man before?”
“No.”
Bobby started to dismiss Greg, but was interrupted. “I've never been with a woman either. But then I've never wanted to be with a woman; but I've dreamed of men most of my life.”
“What about Sara? You two seem pretty tight.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
“She's my hag. And she and Grissom are fucking.”
Bobby's laughter filled the room, then seriously said. “I'm not into one night stands with virgins.”
“Doesn't have to be a one night stand and you can teach me everything; I'm a quick learner.” Greg smiled as he began unbuttoning his shirt, the type he'd started wearing since he'd become a CSI, a nice button-up. Underneath a 'Nine Inch Nails' t-shirt came into view.
“Mr. Sanders, you must do everything as I tell you. Everything. Starting now.”
Their blue eyes locked. “Yes, sir.”
“I see you understand some of the rules already.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take off your clothes slowly. And then let me look at you.”
“Yes, sir.”
The gray t-shirt was slowly drug over the tight six pack abs of the new CSI. And each second was almost agonizing to the slighter older ballistics expert. Bobby gripped his burgeoning erection in one fist and slowly moved his hand up and down his penis.
Greg had the t-shirt bunched up over his head when Bobby stopped him.
“Stay where you are. Don't move.”
Greg felt the pads of Bobby's fingers first. They were gliding over his stomach and up toward his nipples. The younger man's arms were still hanging above his head, while his Adonis moved behind him, allowing one hand to linger on his chest. Then Greg felt Bobby's lips upon the small of his back. Greg slivered.
“Don't move or I'll have to discipline you.”
“What would that entail, master?”
Bobby immediately laced his arms through Greg's outstretched ones and put him into a rough 'sleeper' type hold and pressed his heavy erection into Greg's ass.
“I think you know.”
Greg purred and wiggled his ass against the man standing behind him.
Bobby released his captive. “Are you sure this is what you want?'
Greg removed his shirt and began to unbuckle his belt. When he pulled off his pants, Bobby could tell just how excited Greg was by the glorious tent in the man's boxer-briefs.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to remove your underwear and get on my bed on all fours.” Bobby commanded.
Sanders did as he was told, assuming the position on top of the tan comforter that adorned the king sized bed.
Bobby Dawson wanted to eat the young man alive. And did so. Bobby slid underneath Greg and took the young man's cock into his mouth as far as he was able. Sanders was very well hung and Bobby had to make up the difference with his fist. He moved his hand slowly as his tongue lapped around the head of Greg's prick.
The sensations from Bobby's mouth were driving Greg insane and he began to thrust into the slick warmth of the oral cavity.
Bobby smacked him on the ass hard as he let Greg's dick dangle.
“That is not permitted. I will suck you, but you are not allowed to fuck my mouth. Any and all fucking will be done by me. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I'm going to fuck you long and hard and you're going to take it. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Greg looked good spread out before him on all fours and their eyes caught in the reflection in the mirror at the head of the bed.
Greg was transfixed as watched as Bobby masturbated his magnificent cock. When he reached for his own dick, he felt Bobby's hand slap his away. Then the same hand cupped him and began stroking him too. He could see one of Bobby's hands pumping his own cock while doing his own. It was very erotic.
“You want some of this, Mr. Sanders?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where do you want it?”
“I want to suck it.”
Bobby maneuvered himself to stand on the bed in front of Greg's greedy mouth and the young man slipped his tongue out and ran it the length of Bobby's manhood, then circled the head with such precision that Bobby wondered if Greg had performed oral sex on someone before.
“Have you done this to someone before?”
“No, sir. But I've watched a lot of gay porn.”
Bobby's laughter was cut off when Greg sucked his whole cock into his mouth. The sensation was far more intense than he would have suspected from a virgin, so he relaxed as best he could and let the young man have his way with him.
Greg, indeed, was a quick learner. He'd watched so many porn movies that he practically anticipated when Bobby began to pull away in an attempt not to ejaculate. He made a symbolic lick into the air as Bobby grabbed his dick and fisted it a few times.
“You're good. Now, we're going to find out how good.”
Bobby moved off of the bed toward the nightstand. Without further ado, Bobby reached into his bedside table and grabbed a bottle of KY and liberally coated his own cock and smeared some along the outer rim of Greg's asshole. Then slipped a condom over his own erection.
He admired the puckered hole for a moment, thinking how nice and tight it would be when his own dick would be pounding inside of it. Bobby's penis throbbed with desire as he slowly stroked himself to full hardness, before reaching for Greg's ass again. He slapped his cock against the hard flesh of Greg's crack, then pushed just slightly where the head of his dick rested on top of the rim of the opening.
Greg's agonized pleading spurred him on as he pushed ever so slightly inside. He stopped, enjoying the sensation of the tightness around his cock. Greg pushed back allowing his cock head to completely disappear inside the young man.
Bobby moaned, as did Greg.
Bobby pushed a little harder and bit by bit was totally encased inside him. Bobby didn't want to move, the ecstasy of the moment was barely registering in his mind, when Greg began to pull away slightly. Bobby then slammed back into him. Greg pulled away again and their electrically charged dance began in earnest.
Before too long, their bodies were slamming harder against the other; pounding flesh into the other. Pleasure given and received in the same moment. Neither man could contain themselves much longer and Greg fell over the edge first, spurting his seed aimlessly over the comforter. Bobby followed mere seconds later, the pleasure of the moment left him shattered as he collapsed onto Greg's forgiving body.
Greg lay on his stomach underneath Bobby heaving breathlessly. He was completely spent and was happy beyond belief. In moments he was sound asleep.
The slightly older man slipped off the sweaty naked CSI and went into the bathroom to rid himself of the condom and to clean himself up somewhat. He returned a little later and crawled into the bed beside Sanders.
He smiled before closing his own eyes in slumber, thinking, “This is the start of a wonderful relationship.”
THE END