Title: All That Glitters
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Don Flack
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: NY
Author's Note: Set pre-CSI: Vegas when Greg is still living in NYC.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Don Flack, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
***By the time they got to Greg's bedroom, Don wasn't sure that he could keep himself from literally ripping the clothes from the younger man's body. Greg was so incredibly sexy, especially when he was wearing a tight t-shirt and those tight jeans that rode low on his hips.
But he managed to hold himself back -- at least until Greg began to lift that t-shirt over his head. Then Don couldn't keep himself from grabbing the fabric in both hands -- and ripping it off of Greg's body before he pushed the young man down onto the bed.
Greg looked up at him with wide dark eyes, a flash of fear crossing his features. Don immediately felt bad for ripping his clothes; he sat down beside Greg, turning to his young lover and taking Greg's face between his hands to gaze into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said softly, hoping that Greg could hear the sincerity in his voice. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just .... I haven't seen you for two days, and I've fucking missed you. I haven't been able to think about anything but being with you."
"I've missed you, too," Greg whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I was starting to wonder if I'd see you again, or if you were already tired of me." He looked down when Don let go of his face, as though he found it hard to face his lover and say those words.
Don reached for Greg, pulling the younger man into an embrace. "Baby, I could never get tired of you," he managed to say before his throat seemed to close. "Hell would freeze over and you could have a snowball fight there before I would ever stop wanting you. I promise you that."
Greg nodded, relaxing and leaning back on the bed. "So do you want to take the rest of my clothes off?" he asked, a mischievous smile curving his lips. "But try not to rip these up, okay? Jeans are a lot more expensive than t-shirts. And you owe me one, by the way."
"Oh, really?" Don asked as he trailed one hand down Greg's bare chest, tweaking each small pink nipple before he began to work at the button and then the zipper of those tight jeans. "I'd rather see you with no shirt on, anyway. I don't think it was any great loss."
"Maybe not," Greg said with a laugh. "Hey, let me see that glitter, would you?" He reached for the vial that Don had put on the bedside table, studying it with a frown furrowing his brow. "You said this stuff is edible? It looks like regular old glitter to me."
Don shook his head, finally pulling down the zipper of Greg's jeans and starting to slide the fabric down the young man's narrow hips. He cleared his throat, and Greg obliged him by lifting his slender hips slightly off the bed to let Don pull his jeans and underpants down and off.
It only took a few moments to shed his own clothes; within seconds, he was climbing onto the bed and leaning over Greg, bending down to press gentle kisses against the younger man's parted lips and down his body as Greg moaned his name.
Don took the vial of glitter from Greg, pulling off the top and scrutinizing it before he sat back on his heels and looked down at Greg's nude body. "Now I wonder just where I should sprinkle this glitter first?" he mused, a devilish smile playing around the corners of his lips.
Greg looked up at him, blinking. "You don't know what you intend to do with it?" he asked, his tone less than amused. "What do you mean? And are you sure that stuff's edible? I don't want to end up with a lot glitter that I can't get off me stuck in embarrassing places."
"Oh, it'll be in some questionable places, alright," Don told him with a laugh. "But don't worry, babe. It's the kind of glitter that people put on cakes. Believe me, it's edible. And it's delicious." He leaned down again to whisper in Greg's ear. "But not as delicious as the parts of you it'll be decorating."
With those words, Don gently pushed Greg down onto the pillows, still whispering into his ear as his tongue traced a circle around the delicate shell of the young man's ear. "Relax, baby. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. You know that. Just trust me."
Greg nodded, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes as Don's gaze roved over his nude body. He had no doubts as to where he intended to put the glitter, but he wanted to take his time and savor the moment of first sprinkling those little red hearts onto Greg's bare skin.
Carefully shaking the vial just a little, he sprinkled a few of the sparkling red hearts around first one nipple, then the other, before shaking them in a line down Greg's body to his navel. The young man laughed and squirmed slightly, as though he couldn't stay still.
"That tickles a little," he explained as Don stopped and looked up at him questioningly. "I'm not used to having things poured on my skin. But keep going," he added, folding his arms behind his head. "I'll try to keep still, if that's what you want me to do."
"You won't have to be still for long, baby," Don breathed, carefully sprinkling the glitter lower down Greg's body. "It's a good thing you trim the lawn," he murmured as he moved the vial around, covering Greg's cock and balls with the small sparkling red hearts.
Greg gasped as Don began to sprinkle the glitter over his genitals, his hips jerking upward slightly. Don used one hand to hold the younger man down, pausing to look up at Greg's face when he realized that his chest was heaving, his breath coming much faster than it should be.
"Are you okay, babe?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. If this was going to freak Greg out, maybe it hadn't been such a bright idea, after all. But he was reassured when Greg raised a hand and took a deep breath, shaking his head.
"I'm fine," he managed to gasp out, laying one hand on his chest. "It's just tickling like crazy! Seriously, if you want to lick this stuff off me, you'd better hurry up before it's too much." He sounded breathless, as if he couldn't get the words out quickly enough.
"You won't have to wait much longer," Don whispered as he shook a bit more of the glitter out of the vial, letting it fall onto Greg's spread thighs. Finally satisfied that he had all of the areas of Greg's body that he was most interested in licking covered in glitter, he set the vial on the table by the bed.
Sliding his hands under Greg's firm bottom, he lifted the young man's hips, bowing his head as he did to lick gently over the tip of Greg's cock. He licked tentatively at first, but it only took him a few moments before he had Greg's cock fully in his mouth.
He couldn't keep himself from gently squeezing Greg's ass; there was something incredibly exciting about touching Greg like this. Greg's soft moans were even more exciting; he could feel his pulse pounding, his desire for the young man increasing with every second.
But he had to take things slowly; he wasn't going to rush through this experience. It wasn't the first time he'd played around with edible glitter, but it was the first time he'd been with anyone as willing -- not to mention as desirable -- as the gorgeous man he was with now.
Slowly, taking his time, he moved his mouth up and down the thick shaft of Greg's cock, hearing the young man's soft moans and knowing that Greg was close to the edge. He didn't want this to be over too fast, but he knew that neither of them could hold back for long.
Besides, they had all night, Don told himself. This didn't have to stop with one blow job -- he had en entire vial of glitter, and they could go on and on. Besides, he still had a good amount of glitter to lick off of Greg's bare skin. It was a good thing he liked the cherry flavor.
His mouth moved down on Greg's cock again, deep-throating him until they both found it hard to breathe. Only a few seconds later, Don felt Greg's release; he had to swallow convulsively, his throat muscles working more rapidly than he could ever remember.
He took a deep breath as he let Greg's cock slip out of his mouth; the intensity of what they'd just done had shaken him more than he had thought it would. He hadn't realized that sucking Greg off would be such a mind-blowing experience for him.
Greg levered himself up on his elbows, still breathing heavily, blinking as though he was having a hard time focusing. Don lowed his head again, letting his warm, wet tongue trail down one slender thigh, lapping at the sparkling glitter still affixed to Greg's skin.
Greg moaned and spread his legs wider; Don reflected that it would probably only be a few moments before the young man was hard again. Yes, he and Greg could go all night -- and if he didn't wear himself out, they'd still be going at it far into the morning.
"Think you're ready for another round?" he asked huskily, raising his head slightly to look up at Greg. "There's still a lot more glitter on your dangly bits, babe. And I like the cherry flavor. I've got a long way to go before I lick all this glitter off you."
Greg nodded, closing his eyes and sinking back down against the pillows. Don smiled in satisfaction, one hand moving up Greg's inner thigh.. Oh yes, he still had quite a ways to go -- and he hoped they would both he thoroughly exhausted by the time he was done.
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