Jim/Gil drabble
Hi all - I used to post here before, but under a different LJ name, so it's good to be back.
laurelgardner read this on my LJ and asked if I'd post it here, so here it is!
"Fuck," Jim said. "Fuck."
"Me," Grissom replied. "Me. Now." Their bodies slid together, sweat-slick on Grissom's damp daylight sheets; their hands tangled together, touching, grasping, holding on. They moved blindly together, like animals rutting. Some National Geographic voice-over was running in Gil's head. The male of the species is prone to such behaviours. "Jim," he started to say, Jim, we're prone to these behaviours.
What he actually said was "Ah," and "Ah" again as Jim Brass slid deep inside of him. What Jim actually said was something like Oh God Gil love you love you love
Like that.
laurelgardner read this on my LJ and asked if I'd post it here, so here it is!
"Fuck," Jim said. "Fuck."
"Me," Grissom replied. "Me. Now." Their bodies slid together, sweat-slick on Grissom's damp daylight sheets; their hands tangled together, touching, grasping, holding on. They moved blindly together, like animals rutting. Some National Geographic voice-over was running in Gil's head. The male of the species is prone to such behaviours. "Jim," he started to say, Jim, we're prone to these behaviours.
What he actually said was "Ah," and "Ah" again as Jim Brass slid deep inside of him. What Jim actually said was something like Oh God Gil love you love you love
Like that.