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“So, have you ever done it before?”
The question made Grissom look up from the evidence that was spread out over the table in front of him, and frown.
“Done what, Greg?” he asked mildly and put the magnifying glass down.
“You know.” Greg shrugged. “It.”
“No, Greg, I don’t know,” Gil said patiently, although the nervous way in which the young man was hovering next to the table clearly suggested that it was something unusual.
“Kissed another man,” Greg revealed in a rush of words.
Grissom picked the glass back up. “Yeah, occasionally,” he said as nonchalantly as he could.
Greg frowned. “What’s it like?” he then wanted to know.
Grissom shrugged. “It’s just a kiss,” he said. “Lips, teeth, tongue…there’s not that much difference to kissing a woman.”
“Really?” Greg still sounded doubtful.
“You could always try it yourself,” Grissom suggested.
Greg snorted. “Most men would react pretty violently if someone – another man – just tried to kiss them.”
Grissom straightened. “I didn’t,” he pointed out.
Greg looked at him for another few heartbeats, then he obviously reached a decision. He stepped closer, his hand came up to rest against Gil’s chest, and then their lips met for a split-second, until Greg abruptly pulled back, blushed a bright red and fled the room, leaving a very confused Gil Grissom behind.