The Ghost of Business Past
by DeAnna
Rated: A, Slash, het
Pairing: CSI Chris/Catherine, Chris/OFC/OMC
Author's Notes: Ok, someone had to do it, might as well be me!
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to um, whomever it is that writes that stuff so its not me (pretend you see the rest of the disclaimer here___)
Summary: I slashed up the CSI Chris and Catherine thing, nuf said?
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On any given night in Feb 2004 In any expensive hotel suite At any time after 3am
Soft lighting illuminates the room. Clothes carelessly lying here and there from the front door to the bed. The room service cart containing two empty champagne bottles, an empty box of condoms and the remains of a romantic dinner for two. No work, no cell phones and no place in particular either of them have to be for the next 12 hours.
Chris and Catherine lie quietly in the aftermath of a bedroom that looks as if it has recently been struck by a tornado. Pillows have been thrown everywhere, and the bedcovers are in total shambles; the couple is content to hold each other tangled in the sheets. Quietly talking, just getting to know a little more about each other.
Catherine snuggles closer again, running her fingertips over a series of tiny bumps just above Chris's left nipple. They form a strange semi-circle, and from the texture and color, she figures it's at least a year old, maybe more. Her curiosity gets the better of her, so she decides she has to know, right now.
"Babe?" she whispers.
"Hmm?"
Catherine takes a deep breath and asks very slowly and deliberately, "How did you get this scar?"
Chris tenses for a brief second, then relaxes. He looks into Catherine's eyes and, with an evil grin, he tells her that it's a reminder of the most bizarre night of his life. Of course, Catherine is intrigued and urges him to tell her what happened.
Chris takes a deep breath. "Ok. This was nearly two years ago, and sometimes I still can't believe it happened. One night at the club, I was approached by a woman. Beautiful, sexy and just a bit older than me. She said her name was Lori, and before I knew it, I was going home with her. However, once we arrived at her house she announced that there was one..small..catch. She was married. She and her husband wanted a threesome, and was I still interested?"
Catherine's eyes widen a bit, and she leans back to get a better look at his face while he talks.
"I was a bit startled at first. I had never been asked to be in a threesome that included two men and one woman, but I'm an open minded kind of guy, so what the hell, why not? I thought, if she wants to be double-teamed from both ends or have both of us fuck her at once, then I'm game. I thought, as long as we focus on her, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable, so I talked myself into doing it."
Chris pauses, and an uncomfortable silence fills the room. Catherine nudges his arm, softly. "Go on; tell me."
"Ok. After we went inside, she introduced me to her husband. I shook his hand, and he introduced himself as Mike. Lori had taken the opportunity to start undressing, and once she was completely naked, I figured Mike and I would start to work on her.
"I was wrong.
"She walked over to an armoire and pulled a large dildo out of one of the drawers. She then crossed over to the loveseat positioned a few feet away from the king-sized bed. I was a little confused, and the temperature in the room seemed to shoot up several degrees, so I took off my jacket.
"My confusion increased as she made herself comfortable on the loveseat. I was so wrapped up in watching her get settled, that I sorta lost track of what Mike was doing."
Catherine is fascinated. She also feels a bit honored. This wonderful, sexy and sensitive man is about to tell her intimate details of an experience that a lesser man would deny even happened. And lastly, she must admit to herself this is one of the most erotic moments of her life. She's not about to do - or say - anything that might spoil it.
Chris closes his eyes and lets the memories wash over him, remembering details as if it happened yesterday. He can still smell her perfume and his cologne, memories so vivid they are nearly overpowering.
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Mike & Lori Saunders' residence
2:02am May 2002
Chris jerked when he heard a man's voice very close behind him say, "All ready, baby?"
Lori wiggled her butt to get comfy, smiled sweetly, holding up her dildo and nodding at her husband, "Yes, sweetheart, you may start any time."
Chris felt hands on his hips as Mike whispered softly, "Don't mind her, she just likes to watch."
Dizzy, light headed, heartbeat loud in his ears, Chris could tell that Mike was mumbling something, but he couldn't concentrate hard enough to make out what he was saying. All he could do was stare at the woman on the loveseat. When she started to tease herself he couldn't tear his eyes away, and to his surprise, he was starting to get turned on.
He hadn't noticed when Mike got undressed, or that he had begun slowly removing Chris's clothes. All he could do was stare at Lori.
Once his shirt was off, Chris nearly jumped out of his skin as the back half his body was suddenly pressed against from shoulder to knee by another, warm body. A very warm body.
Chris opens his eyes to look down at Catherine, then looks away. After a long minute he whispers, "That was when reality decided to show up and put me on my ass. The only thing I don't really understand and the one thing that keeps me awake at night sometimes just going over and over the details in my head is one simple question, 'Why wasn't I freaked out by the whole thing?' When I came back to myself..." He pauses and looks to Catherine to see if she wants him to continue or to stop. She nods her ok. "His hands were everywhere."
Catherine lies back to let Chris continue, not wanting to disturb his re-telling of this most interesting story. She also notices his tale is not only inducing an emotional reaction in him, but also a physical one. Almost absently she begins stroking his chest, down his abdomen and even lower to enhance his experience.
Chris doesn't seem to notice; he is back in the Saunders' world, remembering that one intense night as if it happened yesterday.
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2:35am May 2002
Chris was jolted back to reality when Mike popped open the first button of his jeans. His knees weakened. Shouldn't this be bothering me? Suddenly he stopped, swallowed and whispered "I don't think this is such a good idea," very hesitant and unsure of himself.
Mike stopped, not wanting to push or frighten Chris and whispered, "It's alright. We can stop, but are you sure that's what you really want?"
Before Chris could answer, Mike shoved both hands down the front of Chris's jeans. One hand cupped Chris's cock, and the other his balls and began to massage and stroke.. Chris's reaction was violent - his head snapped back onto Mike's shoulder, and he released a loud and impressive, guttural cry. All the while the Mike was kissing, nibbling and sucking on Chris's neck, mumbling in a deep, husky voice, "I want you so fuckin bad," over and over and over.
Chris sits up abruptly, trying to explain something to Catherine that he's not sure he fully understands himself. "My senses were overloaded. I was running on auto-pilot." Catherine is smiling, trying silently to reassure him that she doesn't find it distasteful or even shocking. She urges him to continue. Chris smiles and settles back. "Ok, babe, but remember, you asked for it."
Catherine whispers, "Oh yeah! Give it to me, baby."
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Before he knew what was happening, Mike had managed to remove the rest of Chris's clothes. When Chris could think clearly, he glanced over at the woman he'd almost forgotten was watching them. He could see her lying on the loveseat, spread wide, playing with the dildo. She wasn't using it on herself yet, just stroking it. Then she suddenly brought it up to her mouth and started sucking it. Before Chris could even blink, he was shoved against the wall, and Mike dropped to his knees in front of him and began sucking.
Chris turns to Catherine and smiles. "She wasn't just watching, she was showing her husband what she wanted to see. The thought of what would happen when she started fucking herself crossed my mind, but only briefly. The blowjob was sorta short circuiting my brain."
Catherine smirks and whispers, "So, how was it?"
It warms her heart to see him actually blush; if he was standing, he probably would have scuffed his shoe on the ground with his hands in his pockets. After a second he smiles wistfully and breathes "it was probably the best blowjob I've ever had". He looks up into Catherine's eyes and after a long few seconds they both begin to laugh.
Catherine shoves a little at his shoulder. "Quit stalling, and get on with it!"
Chris laughs and takes another deep breath to continue.
Mike knew when Chris was close to the edge, so he stopped abruptly. Surprisingly, Chris didn't notice. At that moment all he could see was Lori. He took in every detail and was getting harder by the second at her reactions to what she was facilitating. She was so turned on that he could see it was creating a growing wet stain on the couch under her. He could see the moisture on her thighs and hands; it was driving him crazy. Then she turned the dildo around and started tonguing the small hole on the thick end of the shaft.
That's when Chris was swung from the wall over to the bed, and before he knew what hit him, he was flat on his back with one knee hooked over Mike's shoulder, getting the most erotic rimjob in the history of sex.
Catherine nudges his arm. "You're dragging this out on purpose, aren't you? Don't tease, just tell."
Chris sighs. "Ok, no more delays."
He should have been concentrating on the guy with the tongue up his ass, but he couldn't stop watching Lori, anticipating what was yet to come. She looked Chris in the eye and gave him an evil grin, then took her dildo and shoved it inside her.
She and Chris screamed at exactly the same time.
Mike crawled up to Chris's head, leaned in and gave him a serious look. They stared at each other for a few long seconds and quietly enough for Chris to hear, but not Lori, he whispered, "What do you want me to do?"
Just as quietly Chris sucked in his breath and whispered, "Fuck me. Please fuck me now."
Mike groaned and went back to his mantra of, "I want you so fuckin' bad." whispering it over and over as he prepared Chris, putting on a condom, then lubing himself. All the while Chris was riveted to the sight of Lori fucking herself.
Finally Mike decided it was time and started to enter Chris. It didn't register at first. He was still staring at Lori. She was, by this time using both hands to shove the dildo in and out of her in time with her husband's thrusts into Chris. He could hear her breathy whispers. Her eyes were locked somewhere below Chris's waist, and she was panting, "Fuck him; fuck him," over and over again. Chris wasn't sure how he felt. There wasn't much pain, just a stretched fullness and a bit of friction. Not pleasure exactly, but certainly not pain.
Lori and Mike came simultaneously, screaming nonsense to each other. Chris was still hard and squirming as Mike carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom.
He got up and went over to his wife, kissed her gently, took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Each climbing onto the bed, one on either side of Chris, they slowly began to caress and kiss all over his body. Finally Lori positioned herself astride Chris and dropped down onto him. Riding hard, leaning down to kiss him, she worked her way down to his nipples and over to his neck. Mike sucked and nibbled one nipple while Lori teased the other. When she started to bounce up and down, frantically, she grabbed his shoulders, bit down above his nipple, hard enough to draw blood and screamed again as she came.
This finally threw Chris into overload, and he erupted, screaming and thrashing, until he finally blacked out. When he woke up he had one on each side again, nuzzling and cuddling him in their sleep.
Chris comes back from the memories in a kind of daze. He's a little embarrassed to realize Catherine's hand is wrapped around his cock, covered in his own cum.
As a tension breaker, he sighs and raises one eyebrow to Catherine. "Ok, so that's where I got that scar. So, tell me about yourself; what's your favorite color?" Both burst out laughing until Chris realizes he's been a bit selfish. "Ok baby, your turn. Tell me what you want."
Catherine pauses for just a brief second then grins, "How do you feel about handcuffs?"
The End
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