Title: Perfect Match
By: wojo62
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Warning: Possible spoiler for Big Middle.
Summary: Gil and Greg discover they are the perfect match.
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were.
Beta'd with much appreciation by drakien69




Things changed for Gil after the case involving a murder at the Hogs and Heifers convention. The case had come to an end and so had his shift when he found Greg in the break room looking at a plus size catalog. They had a brief conversation, during which Greg admitted to being open minded, and Gil wondered just how open minded he might be. A twinge of desire swept over him but he dismissed it, because he knew Greg would not be interested in him. Then Greg asked him something that most people had never bothered to.

"What do you like? What gets your juices flowin'? Greg asked, his eyes still in the catalog.

Gil thought about that for a moment, then gave his answer. "Someone who doesn't judge me," Gil said then turned and walked away, leaving Greg staring after him.

Gil walked through the parking garage to his car. He was tired and just wanted to go home; then he heard footsteps behind him. He wanted to ignore the sound and just keep walking, fearing it was another attempt by Sara to gain his attention. The footsteps came closer and quicker; he finally turned around and was surprised to see it was Greg walking quickly to catch up with him.

"What is it Greg?" Gil asked, wondering why Greg followed him.

"I... I just wanted you to know," Greg cleared his throat and continued, "I would never judge you."

He stared at Greg is disbelief, not completely sure what Greg was trying to say to him. He removed his glasses and let out a slow breath.

"Greg, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Gil asked, trying to hide the hope he felt inside.

Greg shrugged and tilted his head to the side, that way Gil always thought was adorable. "I'm not suggesting anything Grissom," Greg replied, "I'm just letting you know."

"Greg," Gil said swinging his arms out from his side in a question manner, "I'm not sure what you expect me to do about this."

"Grissom, I don't expect anything, but if you want to take this further, I'll be here." Greg looked down at the pavement, shoved his hands in his pockets and then turned and walked away.

Gil was torn. Getting involved with Greg, someone he who worked for him, was not a wise idea and had its complications. At the same time, he could not deny his desire he has had for the younger man ever since he joined the lab. He wanted Greg, this much was true, but having him was a big risk. Was it a risk he was willing to take? He couldn't decide, but would it hurt to just have a talk with him? Find out what was going on in Greg's head.

"Greg, wait." Gil spoke louder, then looked around to make sure no one heard.

Greg was opening the door of his little Jetta, ready to get in and drive away, believing he read Grissom all wrong and that he made a fool of himself. When he heard his boss call his name, he stopped and turned around to look at him.

"Why don't we go someplace and talk." Gil proposed, still wondering if he was making a mistake.

"Okay." Greg agreed, hoping this was going to lead to something he's been wanting for a long time. "Do you want to go to Franks? Talk over breakfast?"

"No, too many ears," Gil said looking around again, "too many distractions. We need to talk privately; I have a feeling this is going to get personal."

"Where then?" Greg asked.

"How bout my townhouse? I'll even cook breakfast if you're hungry." Gil said. "You can follow me." Without waiting for an answer he turned back towards his car and got in; he watched as Greg did the same.

* * *

Once at the townhouse, Gil encouraged Greg to make himself at home. Greg took a seat at the kitchen table, his hands folded in front of him. He waited for the older man to begin…he knew Grissom would need to take the lead on this and he wasn't about to push things.

"Are you hungry Greg, or would you rather just have coffee?" Gil asked, doing his best to fight his nervousness and hoping Greg wouldn't notice.

"Coffee's fine." Greg answered, not sure if he could eat anyway with all the butterflies in his stomach. His palms began to sweat and he wiped them off on his jeans when Gil wasn't looking.

Gil reached into the cupboard and pulled out a bag of coffee, holding it up for Greg to see. It was a bag of Blue Hawaiian and Greg smirked when he saw it.

"I haven't been able to drink anything else, since you brought it to the lab." Gil admitted with a smile.

"You've always loved my coffee." Greg said, giving Gil a knowing smile.

"I certainly have." Gil said. 'I've always loved you too' he thought to himself as he started the coffee machine.

When the coffee was ready, Gil poured them each a cup and then joined Greg at the table. He stared into his cup for a long while, trying to find the right words to begin the conversation that may or may not change his life and his relationship with Greg. Finally he tore his eyes away from his cup and looked up and met Greg's eyes. He'd always believed Greg had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Right now they were looking at him, intense and captivating at the same time.

"I'm not sure where to begin," Gil hesitated, "I've never been good with the personal stuff."

"I know, and it's okay." Greg said. "Just take your time and say whatever's on your mind."

Gil relaxed a bit, relieved that Greg was making this so easy; this was not what he expected and he was pleasantly surprised. Greg was not going to pressure him or push things. He knew he could take his time with him and make his feelings clear.

"I don't know what will happen between us, if anything," Gil began, "There are a lot of factors to consider…there are also risks involved that I don't know If I'm ready to take."

"Like our jobs?" Greg asked, knowing exactly what Gil was trying to say, again making it easy.

"Yes, that's the biggest risk; there's also the age difference to consider." Gil informed him.

"Well, as far as our jobs go, I can keep my mouth shut…believe it or not," Greg chuckled. "And age isn't a problem for me; I've always been attracted to older men."

"That's good to know," Gil laughed softly. "But, there is something else I need to get out in the open, before this goes any further, or if it does." He took a deep breath. "Let's just say I have certain tastes that don't agree with a lot of people."

"You mean sexually?" Greg questioned, "Feel free to tell me."

"Exactly Greg," Gil confirmed, astonished by how in tune Greg was. He decided to lay his cards on the table, let Greg know exactly what he would be getting into. He wanted the other man to be sure this was what he wanted.

"Sometimes I can get...over zealous." Gil confessed. "I'm not always the sweet and gentle type. My partners often come away with bruises and other marks. They rarely come back for more."

"So, you like it rough," Greg said matter-of-factly. "You like inflicting pain."

"I don't deliberately inflict pain, it just happens sometimes; I tend to have control issues." Gil tried to explain further, "I'm not into whips and chains, I don't beat people up." He was becoming flustered.

"I got it, your lust gets the better of you and you can't hold back," Greg said once again completely understanding what the older man was saying. "Sounds exciting."

"I wouldn't want to hurt you, I care about you Greg." Gil professed, wondering if he said too much, after all he wasn't sure of Greg's feelings towards him were more than sexual, he didn't want to scare him off.

"I feel the same way, Grissom...I" Greg began.

"I think you can call me Gil, outside work Greg." Gil interrupted.

"Okay...Gil. I'm not made of glass; I won't break," Greg said smirking, "I'm a lot tougher than I look."

"I'm glad to hear it," Gil laughed. "But it's not just that Greg, I need to be in control; that's just the way I am."

"Then it works out well." Greg said. "I prefer it that way…guess I'm a natural sub." Greg decided it was time to lay his cards out too, let Gil know what he was about and what he wanted. "I like being controlled, I like being taken. I like to please; I'll do anything you want, any way you want, any time you want, you say jump, I say how high. I can even be your slave if that's what gets you off." Greg looked up at Gil through his lashes, smiling.

Gil was amazed how innocent Greg's eyes could look when his words conveyed he was anything but. He found this side of Greg very exciting and Greg's words went straight to his groin. He never would have expected this from Greg; the young man never ceased to surprise him.

"I don't think slavery will be necessary," Gil chuckled, "I just want someone who can take what I have to give and not make me hold back."

"I can take anything you have to give." Greg assured him. "You can put me to the test right now, if you want to see for yourself. If it doesn't work, I'll go and that will be it."

"You're offering yourself to me...now?" Gil's voice grew deep.

"Yes, I suppose I am." Greg responded, licking his now dry lips.

"The bedroom is this way," Gil said forgetting his coffee and standing up from the table, gesturing in the direction of his room. Was he really going to go for it with Greg? All his reservations and fears seemed to disappear as his lust took over.

"Lead the way." Greg said with a smile.


* * * *

"Take your clothes off Greg, I want to see your body," As Gil spoke he began to remove his own clothes as well.

"Yes Sir," Greg complied, first removing his shirt and then his jeans, lastly his boxers. All tossed in a not-so-neat pile on the floor.

They were now completely naked; each man raked his eyes over the other. They were both nervous and aroused…this is something each had wanted for a very long time. Gil's heart was pounding and his hands began to sweat. He licked his dry lips and moved closer to Greg. Tentatively he reached out to touch the younger man's face, then looked into Greg's now dark eyes.

"I've always imagined what it would be like to kiss you," Gil whispered, "would you mind?"

Greg shook his head no to indicate he didn't mind at all, "Please do," Greg whispered back.

Gil closed the distance between them and brushed his lips over Greg's, gently at first, enjoying the feel of the other man's lips against his own. Greg wrapped his arms around Gil's shoulders as Gil lowered his hands to cup Greg's ass and pull him closer; both men moaned as their erections brushed together. Greg opened his mouth so Gil could deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep inside Greg's hot wet mouth, their bodies ground together slowly as their tongues explored, savoring the taste of one another until they pulled apart for air.

"Damn," Gil let out a long sigh, "better than I imagined. You're quite the kisser Greg."

"Thank you." Greg blushed and smiled shyly. "You're not so bad yourself."

Gil smiled and kissed him again, but this time the kiss was brief… they were both eager for something more. His eyes darted up and down Greg's frame once more, and he trailed a finger along Greg's well-formed chest, down to his stomach before he wrapped his hand around Greg's erect penis. Greg moaned and bit his bottom lip.

"Touch me," Gil instructed, and watched as Greg moved forward and took Gil's cock in his own hand, slowly rubbing his thumb over the head. Gil swallowed hard and growled in appreciation.

"Bed. Now," Gil said letting go of Greg's manhood and motioned towards the bed.

"How do you want me?" Greg asked, removing his hand as well.

"On your knees." Gil answered.

Gil's desire grew as he watched a willing Greg get into position on his bed; he was on his knees, with his head down resting on his arms and his beautiful ass in the air. Gil then retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom from his nightstand; he couldn't get the condom wrapper open his hands were shaking so badly. Greg raised his head and reached out to touch Gil's hands.

"Let me," Greg suggested, taking the condom from the older man.

Greg tore open the condom with ease and tossed the wrapper to the floor. Gil moved forward and ran his fingers through Greg's hair.

"Will you do the honors?" Gil asked, smiling down at Greg's handsome face.

"With pleasure," Greg smirked and he slipped the condom over Gil's member; Gil groaned with pleasure as he felt Greg rolling it down his length. After he was through Greg resumed his previous position on the bed, much to Gil's satisfaction.

Gil maneuvered himself onto the bed behind Greg, he reached out and caressed Greg's perfectly shaped ass, admiring how sexy his new young lover is. However thinking to himself he decided that something wasn't right.

"Greg, this isn't what I want." Gil said, moving his hands away.

Greg lifted his head up and looked back at Gil, "You don't want me?" Greg asked, the disappointment evident in his voice as well as his eyes.

"That's not what I meant Greg," Gil reassured him, "I mean I want you laying on your back, facing me."

"Oh," Greg said, smirking, "I can do that."

Greg rolled over onto his back. His erection bounced against his stomach and Gil could not help but reach out and touch once again. Slowly he stroked Greg's hard cock and smiled with satisfaction when the younger man moaned in appreciation and bit his bottom lip.

Gil let Greg's manhood slip from his fingers as he moved his body over Greg's, and lowered himself to claim another kiss. This kiss was hard, demanding and Greg returned it with equal vigor. Both men moaned with pleasure as their cocks brushed together again. Encouraged by Greg's response, Gil ground against the younger man, and Greg wrapped his arms around him to pull them closer. Gil broke the kiss and stared down into Greg's flushed face, eyes dark with desire, his lips swollen and parted as his quickening breath escaped through them. Gil's own lust grew; he had to have Greg now.

"I want you," Gil panted, "I want to make you mine."

"Take me," Greg responded, "Make me yours."

Gil leaned up and flipped open the bottle of lube, then coated his index finger. He gently massaged around Greg's opening, Greg spread his legs wider to give him more access. Gil slipped his finger inside and searched for that bundle of nerves, Greg's sudden arching off the bed told him he had found it. He moved his finger in and out and brushed over it each time and Greg cried out.

"God... yes!"

Gil inserted a second finger and did the same; Greg gripped the sheets and writhed beneath his touch.

"Gil...please," Greg begged.

Knowing Greg was ready for him he removed his fingers and squeezed some more lube from the bottle and coated his aching cock. He pushed Greg's knees up towards his chest and positioned himself at Greg's entrance and pushed slowly inside. Greg's tight heat surrounded him and he paused to gain some control.

"My God, Greg," Gil growled, "You're so tight."

Greg thrust back towards Gil, sinking him in deeper, he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Please." Greg pleaded.

"Impatient boy," Gil grunted, "You can't wait, can you?"

Greg shook his head. "Please, fuck me...hard."

"Naughty boy," Gil laughed, "wants fucked hard." Gil slammed hard into Greg over and over. "Can you feel this?"

"Yes! Yes... I can feel you!" Greg moaned, throwing his head back.

"Gonna fuck you... so hard... you'll feel it... for days." Gil said as he pumped into the younger man hard and fast.

"Yes, please...make me feel it!" Greg begged him.

Being inside Greg was better than any fantasy he'd ever had, it felt so amazing and he felt as though he belonged there. Gil grabbed Greg's wrists and held them down; he knew he was gripping hard enough to leave bruises later but he couldn't let go and Greg didn't try and pull free. He was filled with lust; he increased his pace, pounding into his young lover hard and deep. Deep throaty moans escaped Greg's lips…sweat soaked their bodies as they moved together. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room.

"Ohhhh fuck!" Greg cried out in pleasure, "Yes! God...yes!"

"This what…you want...naughty boy..." Gil panted hard, pounding into Greg with a jackhammer-like frenzy.

Gil lowered himself against his young lover. His face buried into Greg's neck, and the feel of his hot breath on Greg's ear sent shivers through the younger man. He thrust into Greg's willing body so hard the headboard slammed into the wall, chipping the plaster. He fucked Greg like his life depended on it. The head of Gil's cock brushing Greg's prostate, plus the friction of their bodies moving together, stimulated Greg's cock, taking Greg closer to the edge. This was how Greg had always wanted it, to be taken with total abandon. He liked the burning pain of being filled, of Gil deep inside his body, the lust and love in the eyes of the man looking down at him. He's never felt so wanted, needed, or fulfilled in his life. His body was on overload, his nerve endings raw…Greg felt it coming, that familiar tingling in his balls.

"Fuck...Gil...I'm so close!" Greg nearly shouted, his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Come for me...Greg...come...for me," Gil demanded.

Greg's body tensed and he cried out as he erupted; spurt after spurt of his hot sticky juices hit his stomach and chest. Gil felt Greg's muscles tighten around him and he bit down hard on Greg's shoulder, marking him as his own as his orgasm hit hard. They collapsed together on the bed, exhausted from their intense releases. Moments later Gil relaxed enough to speak.

"You're mine now," Gil whispered into Greg's ear.

"Yours," Greg replied sleepily.

Gil rolled off, removed the condom and tossed it in the trash near the bed. He then used a tissue to clean the semen from Greg's belly and chest and tossed it away as well. When he was finished, he pulled Greg to him, cradling him in his arms. He kissed him lightly on the lips and Greg snuggled closer as sleep overtook them, each knowing they were a perfect match.

The End