Title: Release
By: wojo62
Rated R
Pairing: Gil & Greg
Summary: Grissom feels guilty for Greg's attack, Greg just feels the pain.
Spoiler: Post-ep for Fannysmackin'
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were.
Self-Beta'd

It had been thirty six hours since Greg was attacked. Gil picked him up from the hospital but it had become uncomfortable between them and Gil thought he knew why. The drive home was a silent one and each man had his own thoughts and own reasons for remaining silent. Gil remembered the twinge of guilt he felt when he stood at the foot of Greg's hospital bed. He also recalled the last words he said to him that night, words that have come back to haunt him.

"You're a big boy Greg, you don't need a wing man for this."

He blamed himself for sending Greg out alone. When he looked at Greg's bruised and battered face he could not help but feel responsible and guilty. He swore he saw it in Greg's one good eye, did he blame him too? Or was his mind making him see his own guilt on Greg's face? It was for this reason he could not bring himself to return to the hospital until Greg was released, told himself it was because Greg didn't want him there. Now glancing over at his younger lover, who was looking the other way just added to his suspicions. That maybe he was right and Greg was angry with him. He wanted to say something to break the silence but he didn't know what to say, so he said nothing and instead turned his eyes back to the road ahead.

Greg was upset and hurt but not for the reason Gil suspected. He was sure Gil was disappointed in him and that was why he didn't come back to visit him in the hospital. Or maybe his bruised face made the other man feel differently about him, because in their most intimate moments Gil always referred to him as 'his beautiful boy'. But he wasn't so beautiful now, was he too horrible to look at? The thought of that, hurt him worse than the beating itself. He believed the older man was pulling away and he wasn't sure why, he wanted to say something to end this uncomfortable silence, to ask Gil why, but he just couldn't find the words. So he kept quiet and feeling like he was slowly dying inside. Gil continued to look straight ahead while Greg stared out the passenger window. Finally they arrived at the townhouse they shared, Gil helped Greg inside.

"Can I get you anything Greg?" Gil asked, finally breaking the silence.

"No." Came Greg's short and simple answer.

"I think you need to rest, come on." Gil suggested, helping Greg towards the bedroom. Greg made no effort to resist.

Greg sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Gil with his one good eye, but Gil did not meet his stare. Instead he just looked around the room as if he was uncomfortable. Gil reasoned if Greg slept he wouldn't have to deal with him for awhile, but Greg had other plans.

"You look exhausted too, are you going to join me?" Greg asked.

"I thought it might be best if I slept in the guest room." Gil answered, finally looking at Greg.

"W..why?" Greg asked his eyes filling with unshed tears. "You've been distant with me ever since it happened, are you disappointed with me? You didn't even come back to visit me, why are you pushing me away? Or maybe I'm just too ugly and you don't want to touch me now. Is that it?" Greg felt saddened and rejected, he was sure Gil didn't want him anymore. Tears rolled down his face.

"That's not so Greg, I just don't want to hurt you." Gil lied, trying to hide his true feelings.

"That's crap and you know it." Greg said not buying it. "Tell me the truth, you don't want me anymore."

"No Greg, I do want you. I didn't think you wanted me." Gil replied, finally telling the truth.

"Why would you think that?" Greg asked confused, he didn't think he gave that impression.

"Because I am the reason you're like this, this is all my fault." Gil said, pressing his lips together to contain his emotions.

"That's not true!" Greg argued, but Gil interrupted before he could say more.

"Yes it is. I am your supervisor and I sent you out alone. Knowing those animals were still out there on the street, I am responsible." Gil explained. "I almost got you killed." Gil choked with emotion.

"But, you had no way of knowing. It was my choice to stop and help, I should have waited for back up but I couldn't just watch a man get beat to death." Greg reasoned. "This is all on me, not you."

"You don't blame me?" Gil asked, almost surprised.

"Of course not." Greg answered. "Gil please don't turn away from me, when I need you the most." Greg held his arms out to him who could no longer resist his young lover's pleading look, or the pout on his bruised lips.

Gil sat on the bed next to him and pulled Greg into his arms, choking back a sob. Greg moaned softly as Gil held him.

"Am I hurting you?" Gil whispered, loosening his grip.

"It's okay, not having you hold me hurts worse." Greg whispered back, holding onto Gil as tightly as he was able.

"Greg, I am sorry I wasn't there when you needed me." Gil apologized. "I was too wrapped up in my own fears. I promise I will be here for you from now on, you won't go through this alone."

"I know you will." Greg replied, feeling safe and secure in the arms of the man he loved.

"And just so you know, you are not ugly by any means. Bruises or no bruises, you will always be my beautiful boy." Gil said rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

"Honest?" Greg asked.

"Yes, I love you no matter what." Gil said.

"Thank you," Greg said yawning. "I love you too."

"Tired?" Gil asked. "Why don't you lie down and try to get some sleep." He suggested.

"Only if you lay with me and hold me until I fall asleep." Greg said.

Gil did not hesitate to agree and they pulled back the covers and got into bed, pulling the covers over them. He continued to hold Greg gently in his arms, careful not to hurt him.

"Goodnight Greg." Gil whispered and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"I don't think I can sleep, I'm too wound up." Greg protested, and rubbing circles on Gil's back.

"You need to try and relax." Gil suggested.

"You could help me relax." Greg suggested back.

"How?" Gil asked. "What can I do?"

"You could fuck me, an orgasm always relaxes me." Greg said smirking, moving his hand to rub Gil's ass.

"I don't think so Greg." Gil almost laughed. He was shocked that Greg would even suggest such a thing in his condition. "You can barely move, you need to heal and I'm not going to have sex with you and end up hurting you more."

"Please Gil, I'm tired of hurting. I just want to feel good." Greg almost pleaded.

Gil was rarely able to resist Greg when he wanted something and this time was no exception. Although fucking him was out of the question due to his injuries, maybe there was another less strenuous way to give Greg what he needed. So, he reached between them and slipped his hand into Greg's pajama bottoms, taking hold of his hardening cock. He began to stroke him slowly and Greg moaned in response.

"Will this due Greg?" Gil whispered.

"That...will work." Greg moaned. "Feels good." He draped his leg over Gil's hips, and held him closer.

"Do you want it fast, or should I go slow?" Gil asked as he stroked him. He loved the feel of Greg's cock in his hand, loved the way Greg responded to his touch.

"Don't care...just don't...stop." Greg groaned at his touch, his breathing quickened.

Gil decided on somewhere in between, he wanted to give Greg the release he needed but he also wanted to prolong his enjoyment. He stroked at a steady pace, and Greg gently thrust into his hand moaning with pleasure. He was so happy to feel some pleasure instead of the pain he'd been feeling. He was still in pain but the pleasure was so much greater.

"Ohhh yes...Gil yes!" Greg panted.

"Feels good, Greg?" Gil whispered into Greg's ear. "You like that, don't you?" He knew Greg loved it when he talked dirty.

"God yes...don't stop!" Greg responded, thrusting harder into Gil's fist. Gil moved faster.

Greg threw his head back and panted heavily as Gil moved up and down his length. Then Gil moved in to Greg's exposed neck and began to kiss and nibble that spot below Greg's ear that he knew drove his young lover crazy. Low growls from Greg's throat and the way his body trembled told him it was working, he knew he was getting close. He increased his stroking and twisted his wrist as he moved over the sensitive head of Greg's erection. Just the way he knew Greg loved it.

"Oh Jesus...Gil...I'm so close." Greg cried out.

"Let go Greg, cum for me." Gil encouraged him, wanting him to find release.

"God! I'm...coming...oh Gil!!" Greg let out a lustful cry as his orgasm hit and his warm sticky seed shot out over Gil's hand and the inside of his pajamas. He clung to Gil as he came down from his intense release, and his breathing returned to normal.

"Thank you, Gil." Greg whispered already drifting off to sleep in the comfort of Gil's arms.

"Your welcome, my beautiful boy." Gil whispered back, ignoring his own erection, he allowed himself to fall asleep as well to the sound of Greg's soft snoring. He was so grateful to have Greg, knowing he came so close to losing him.

The End