School Daze (CSI, Gil/Greg)

The first coherent thought that managed to make it through the haze that filled Gil’s head the moment he walked into his apartment was that he really needed to put the milk away before he took even one step into the living room. Because that one step would be a fatal mistake that would leave half of the freshly-bought groceries spoilt and then he’d have to go out again.

Grocery shopping really wasn’t supposed to be this dangerous.

Turning on his heels, Gil imagined that his left side was blind as he resolutely marched to the kitchen. Greg was grinning like a madman as he bounced around in the living room, dancing to one the CDs from the ‘Tolerable’ section of their collection in an outfit…. in an outfit that he really couldn’t afford to think about at the moment and that should be declared illegal in Nevada and the surrounding states.

“Need any help in there?” There was too much humor in Greg’s voice to be taken as anything remotely resembling innocent.

Gil had to admit that, reflecting on his past relationships and liaisons, he did tend towards more feminine looking men. Not feminine men, but feminine-looking. There was a distinct difference, at least in his mind, but in his mind Greg had always fallen more towards the male end of the spectrum.

Not anymore.