Title: Afternoon Delight
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"Come on, get up," Greg said, tugging at Ryan's hand to pull his boyfriend off the couch and onto his feet. "I want to do something, and I think once you hear what I've got on my mind, you'll agree with me that we should have already gotten around to it."

"And what would that be?" Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow. He really didn't want to go out and do anything; they had worked a few hours of overtime today, and even though they had tomorrow off, he really wanted nothing so much now as to fall into bed and sleep.

"You'll see!" Greg was smiling, his expression somewhere between playful and hopeful. Ryan knew that no matter what it was that his boyfriend wanted, even if it involved going out, he would do it. How could he say no when Greg looked so excited?

"So, what do you propose we do?" he asked as Greg pulled him down the hallway. "Go to the park and toss a frisbee around for Wolfie to chase?" The puppy, hearing his name, lifted his head, obviously hoping that the two of them were taking him outside.

"No, we already took Wolfie for his walk." Greg shook his head as he knelt to pet the puppy, smiling as Wolfie licked the back of his hand with a long pink tongue. "No, I was thinking more of something that requires a lot of privacy. Something just for us."

Ryan was interested now; he had no idea what Greg could have in mind, but whatever it was, he didn't doubt that he would agree to it. This was possibly something that would end up being a wonderful memory for them; he was surprised at how creatively romantic Greg could be.

His boyfriend had led him down the hallway to the bathroom door, pushing it open and then standing back with his hands on his slender hips and an expectant expression on his face. Ryan turned to look at him, brows still raised, questioning his intent.

"I want to make love in the shower," Greg said, his voice soft and husky. "It's always been a fantasy of mine, but I've never wanted to make love with anybody at all before I met you. I want you to be the first man who has me in the shower. The first everything."

Ryan couldn't speak for a moment; instead of saying anything, he moved towards Greg and took the other man into his arms, drawing him close and resting his cheek against the softness of his hair. He could almost feel his heart swelling with love for this man.

"Of course I'll make love to you," he whispered, pressing gentle kisses against Greg's cheek. "Anywhere and any time you want. Even if it's the middle of the afternoon out in a public place. Anything you want, Greg, it's yours, if it's in my power to give it to you."

"As long as I've got your heart, I don't need anything else," Greg answered, his voice slightly choked. He pulled back slightly, taking Ryan's hand and leading him into the bathroom, closing the door behind them so that Wolfie wouldn't decide to bound into the shower.

It only took both of them a few moments to shed their clothing; Ryan leaned against the counter of the sink and watched Greg as the other man leaned down to turn the water on, admiring the slender lines of his supple body as he bent over.

Greg stepped into the shower, then turned back to Ryan with a smile, holding the curtain open for him to step inside. Ryan did so with alacrity, pulling the curtain closed behind them before he turned to draw Greg into his arms, their lips meeting and clinging.

His arms tightened around Greg, his desire for the other man almost overwhelming him. He'd had sex in a shower before, but everything seemed heightened when he was with Greg -- colors seemed brighter, all the sensations he felt intensified to crystal clarity and sharpness.

The feel of Greg's naked, wet body in his arms, the way their lips touched, the sensations of those soft hands moving down his back to cup his ass -- everything combined to send a tongue of flame licking up Ryan's spine, setting his body on fire.

It didn't take him long to discover that Greg had prepared for this; there was a bottle of lubricant that was specially formulated for use in the shower sitting beside their shampoo bottles. Ryan couldn't help but smile at that; his boyfriend was definitely very thorough when he wanted to be.

He reached for the bottle, opening it and squeezing a generous amount of the thick substance onto one palm. It would only take a few moments to prepare Greg, given the state of arousal that his boyfriend was already in -- and besides, they both enjoyed foreplay.

Ryan turned Greg around until the other man's back was to him, letting his gaze roam down the back of his boyfriend's body. The view from the rear was just as good as the one from the front, he thought as his gaze took in theounded, tempting curves of Greg's ass.

Moving one hand down Greg's back, he pressed his boyfriend against the slick, cool tiles of the shower wall, leaning against the other man as his hand moved between Greg's thighs. Ryan closed his eyes, resting his cheek against Greg's shoulder, a shudder going through him.

Within seconds, his fingers were buried inside the other man, probing gently, searching for his prostate. Dimly, he heard Greg moan, felt those inner muscles tightening around his fingers, felt Greg's slim body stiffen, his hips pushing back against the intrusion.

It only took him a few moments to prepare Greg; he couldn't hold himself back, and he was sure that his lover didn't want him to. They both wanted to be joined, for their bodies to be locked together in the most primal of embraces, to luxuriate in their mutual desire.

Sliding his fingers out of Greg, Ryan moved closer behind the other man, the head of his cock pressing against Greg's entrance. His arms slid around his lover's waist, pulling Greg back against him at the same time that his hips thrust forward.

Greg cried out when Ryan entered him, his slender body pushing back against Ryan's, muscles tightening. The forward movement pressed him against the cool, wet tiles, his nails scraping down the wall, his head turned to the side, one cheek against the wet surface.

Ryan's soft cry joined Greg's; for just a moment, the heat that enveloped him took his breath away. He was suspended in a world where there was no sound, no sight -- there was only sensation, the feeling of being pulled into a heat that was almost unbearable.

Within moments, they had settled into a rhythm; Greg's slender hips pushed back with each thrust, their bodies synchronized in a way that Ryan had never known with anyone else. They moved in their own private world, their hearts and souls as connected as their bodies were.

Ryan knew that he couldn't last for very long; he was too aroused, his body already too close to the edge. As much as he wanted to take his time and make this last, the urge to push them both to completion was too powerful, the need to make Greg his too overwhelming.

Just as the thought that he couldn't hold back for one more second coalesced in his mind, Ryan's body made that decision for him; with one last thrust and a soft moan, he released inside Greg, feeling his lover follow suit only a few seconds later.

They both collapsed against the tiles, Ryan leaning against Greg as they panted and tried to catch their breaths. Ryan raised a hand to twine his fingers with Greg's, his other arm sliding around his boyfriend's waist to pull Greg's body closer to his own.

Ryan couldn't help but smile as he raised his head, realizing that they hadn't closed the blinds on the one window into the bathroom. There was no vantage point into the shower from that window, thank goodness, but the sunlight was streaming through it in a bright arc.

They had just made love in the shower in the middle of the afternoon. And it had been absolutely amazing, even more so than he'd expected it to be. But then, every time with Greg was incredible; he couldn't imagine making love with this man ever being anything less than perfection.

"This gives new meaning to the phrase 'afternoon delight,'" Ryan whispered into Greg's ear, his smile evident in his tone. "But y'know, we'd better get out of here before we get all pruney. And the water's going to get cold before too much longer."

Greg nodded, sighing and leaning back against his boyfriend. "But what if I don't want to get out?" he said, his voice soft and husky. He turned his head to gaze at Ryan, laughter lurking in the dark depths of his eyes. "I'd rather stay in here and make love again."

"Wouldn't that be more comfortable in a bed?" Ryan asked, his own laughter bubbling up and escaping. "I don't know about you, but I think I'd rather be dry and lying down for the second time around. Let's leave the next round of shower sex for another day."

"If you say so," Greg told him, moving away reluctantly and leaning down to tunr off the water. Ryan pulled the shower curtain back, stepping out onto the fluffy bath mat and holding it open for Greg before picking up a towel and holding it out for his boyfriend to dry off with.

"I don't know about you, but I'd like to go for some more afternoon delight," Greg murmured as he raised the towel to his wet hair. "That is, if you're up for it. I guess going to sleep together would be just as good. We can always make love again when we wake up."

"Or we could do both," Ryan told him with a smile, dropping his own towel and holding out a hand to Greg. He pulled the bathroom door open, heading down the hallway to their bedroom, already eagerly anticipating what they would be doing for the rest of the afternoon.

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