Title: All Night With Me
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Carlos Moreno
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
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 Carlos Moreno, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg didn't remember how he and Carlos got down the hallway to his bedroom; all he could think of was what would happen between them. One moment, they were in the living room, kissing; the next, they were lying on his bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

He wished their clothes would simply disappear; he didn't want the barrier of fabric between their bodies. He wanted to feel Carlos' soft, smooth skin against his own, wanted to run his palms over that lean body and feel Carlos' heart beating in rhythm with his.

Carlos was quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt; Greg raised his trembling hands to do the same, knowing that he'd have a hard time getting those buttons undone because of his nervousness. If only there was some easier way of getting undressed!

But to his surprise, it only took a few seconds for them to have each other's shirts off; Carlos shrugged out of his shirt as Greg lifted himself slightly to let his own slide off. Then they were in each other's arms again, their kisses becoming more heated and passionate.

After a few moments, Carlos raised his head to gaze into Greg's eyes, looking as though he wanted to ask a question. Greg gazed back at him, his breath catching in his throat, wondering why Carlos looked so serious. Had he already changed his mind about this?

"I don't want to get dressed and leave when this is over," Carlos murmured, his voice very soft in the quiet of the room. "I want to stay here with you all day, Greg. And the next day, and the next. All the days and nights for the rest of our lives."

Greg swallowed hard, his eyes widening. He hadn't expected this, not so soon. He knew that Carlos wanted him, but he hadn't thought that they would have a discussion of where their relationship was heading before they'd even been together physically.

That was what he wanted, too. If he had his way, he and Carlos would stay here forever, lost in each other, the rest of the world locked outside and forgotten. This attraction felt magical; he wanted that magic to last, to not fade away in the harsh light of the reality outside these walls.

"I want you to spend all night with me," he whispered, raising a hand to stroke Carlos' cheek, letting his heart speak for him. "Every night, and every day. I know it might seem like it's too soon, but I think I'm falling in love with you. It's not just lust. It's something more."

Carlos nodded, a smile turning up the corners of his lips. "I was going to say the same thing, but I thought it might scare you off," he said softly, one hand stroking down Greg's bare shoulder and arm. "I couldn't stand to lose you now. Not after all the time I've spent wanting you."

"You're not going to lose me," Greg told him, winding his arm around Carlos' neck to pull him closer. "I'm here for the duration, Carlos." He closed his eyes, moaning softly as Carlos' hands moved down his sides. "I want you. I need you. Now."

"Your wish is my command," Carlos whispered in his ear, his warm breath tickling Greg's skin. His hands moved to the button and zipper of Greg's pants, quickly removing them, sliding the fabric down Greg's long legs to pool on the floor beside the bed.

Greg opened his eyes as Carlos moved away from, watching as the other man stood up and unbuttoned his pants, then let them slide to the floor. He couldn't take his eyes off Carlos' nude body; to say that he'd never seen such a beautiful man in his life would be an understatement.

His hands itched to touch Carlos, to stroke, to feel. He wanted his hands all over that magnificent body -- and he wanted Carlos' hands all over him. He wanted the mutual satisfaction of touching, of finding out all there was to know about each other's bodies.

And he wanted Carlos inside him, wanted their bodies to unite, to become one. Just the thought of Carlos making love to him made his breath come faster, his heart skip a beat; it was going to happen, today, now, in just a few moments. His wish would come true.

His gaze moved down Carlos' body, his eyes widening as he took in the size of Carlos' cock. He'd never been with a man who was .... well, so well-endowed. The thought made his body tense even more, but he pushed it aside. He would cross that bridge when they came to it.

Rolling over onto his side, Greg reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and fumbling in it for a few seconds. He withdrew a small bottle of lubricant, holding it out to Carlos with a smile. "I thought you might need this," he said softly, his tone and gaze conveying an invitation.

Carlos nodded as he placed one knee on the bed and reached for the bottle, his fingers closing around it. He looked down at Greg, hovering above him for a few moments, before leaning down to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was more demanding, more possessive.

Greg's body arched upwards as Carlos' hand moved down his belly, warm fingers stroking over his flesh before curling around his already hard cock. He didn't know just when Carlos had managed to lube his fingers, but he could feel the slippery moisture as those fingers glided up and down.

No one had ever touched him like this, Greg thought hazily, his senses whirling. If Carlos didn't stop this, he was going to come just from a hand job. He didn't want this to be over with so quickly, but at this point, he wasn't sure that he could hold himself back.

He gasped when one finger circled his entrance, teasing him, making his muscles tighten. Greg took a deep breath, making himself relax, knowing that it would be easier for that finger to slide inside him if his body wasn't so tense and expectant.

Greg gasped when that searching finger slid inside him; it felt slightly uncomfortable at first, but after a few seconds, his muscles had relaxed -- and he wanted more. By the time Carlos slid another finger inside him, he was raising his hips, moaning the other man's name.

His hands clutched Carlos' shoulders, fingers digging into his lover's skin. It took Greg a few moments to realize that he needed to slow down, to let himself relax and let Carlos take the lead. They would get there -- his body didn't have to be so demanding.

When Carlos' fingers slid out of him, he opened his eyes to gaze up at the man above him, taking in every detail of his lover's handsome features. This was finally happening, after all these months of wanting Carlos, of lusting after him from afar.

They were going to make love. Nothing was going to stop them; nothing stood in their way. And after they did, he would belong to Carlos in every possible way, even more so than he already did. This one act would solder them together, make their relationship real.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Carlos asked him, his voice very soft and gentle. He moved forward, pressing the tip of his cock against Greg's entrance; Greg could already feel himself tensing, knowing that the first few seconds were going to hurt.

He nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to relax. There would only be a few seconds of pain, he reminded himself. Then, the pain would turn to pleasure, and he would be one with Carlos. That was all he wanted; a few seconds of pain was a small price to pay.

Greg closed his eyes as Carlos pushed inside him, the movement quick and fluid. There was a quicksilver flash of pain that seemed to move through his entire body with the speed of light -- then pleasure permeated all of his senses, making him cry out and arch upwards.

It only took them a few seconds to settle into a rhythm; each time Carlos' hips thrust forward, Greg was sure that he was going to explode into a million pieces; the pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever felt. No one had ever taken him this high before.

He was flying amongst the stars, clinging to Carlos as though to a lifeline. He never wanted to come down from these dizzying heights, but he knew that inevitably, they would have to float back down to the ground again -- though he wanted to make this last as long as possible.

He'd been worried that Carlos was too large, that this would be uncomfortable, but that wasn't the case. He felt stretched, filled, but not uncomfortably so. It seemed as though their bodies had been made to fit together, as though they were a part of each other.

With each thrust, he was lifted higher, his senses spiraling upwards until he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. It would only be a few more seconds before he was forced to let go, to let his body release, then to fall back to Earth locked in the safety of Carlos' arms.

Even as the thought coalesced in his mind, Carlos thrust deeply into him again -- and his world turned into a white-hot arc of pleasure, his body shaking with the force of his release. Dimly, Greg realized that Carlos was coming, too -- that they had reached their peak together.

Greg wrapped his arms and legs around Carlos, holding the other man close, not wanting to let him go. He wanted this pleasure to go on and on, to get stuck in a loop that would never end, to keep them locked in this primal embrace, together until the end of time.

Carlos buried his face against Greg's neck, then slowly rolled over onto his side, carefully pulling out of Greg as he did so. His arms tightened around Greg's waist, pulling him closer; he draped one long leg across Greg's thigh, as though to keep him there.

"You're the most amazing man I've ever met," Carlos whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Nobody's ever made me feel the way you do, Greg. I want to spend all night with you -- every day, every night, for the rest of my life. This is just the beginning."

"If that's just the beginning, I can't wait to see what comes next," Greg murmured, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Carlos' shoulder. "That was a great start, that's for sure." His arms tightening around the other man's waist, holding him close.

Carlos brushed a kiss across his hair, sounding sleepy and sated when he spoke. "Good night, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath soft and warm against Greg's hair. "See you when we wake up. I hope you'll be ready to do that again, because I'm pretty sure I will be."

"Don't worry about that," Greg answered, his own voice soft and heavy with sleep. "Good night, Carlos. See you when we wake up." He smiled sleepily to himself, curling up in his lover's arms, feeling more sated and content than he had in a very long time.

This was only the first time they would make love and then fall asleep in each other's arms, Greg told himself as he drifted off to sleep. Carlos would spend all night with him, and all day, and every day. Every night and day, for the rest of their lives.

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