Title: Any Way You Want It
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Nick Stokes
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Nick Stokes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Nick had no idea just what Greg had in mind for them to do, but whatever his boyfriend wanted, he would go along with it. Just the idea of finally being intimate with Greg, of breaking down all the physical barriers that stood between them, made him feel weak with desire.

He knew that he'd have to be generous with the lube; this might be far from the first time that Greg had been taken, but it was the first time in quite a while, and he wasn't going to risk the younger man feeling any kind of pain. He wanted this to be as good for Greg as it was possible to be.

His own pleasure didn't matter so much, Nick told himself as he popped the cap on the lube. It was enough for him just to know that he was with Greg, that this beautiful young man loved him and wanted him. It was enough of a miracle that he would be making love to Greg.

Instead of turning over on his back, as Nick had expected him to, Greg was sitting up, moving to straddle him and look down at him with a slight smile on his lips. But under that smile, that bravado, was a hesitation that Nick couldn't fail to pick up on.

"Are you sure you want to be on top, babe?" he asked, trying to keep his tone from betraying his own excitement. This was what he'd wanted to happen; Greg taking the lead, controlling what they did, letting things move at his own pace, no matter how fast or slow that might be.

Greg nodded, taking a deep breath as he looked down at Nick. "But you're going to have to lube me," he whispered, raising his body slightly. Nick could feel his heart thump harder against the wall of his chest at the thought of having his fingers inside Greg.

Not just his fingers, he told himself, his heart feeling as though it had somehow leapt up to lodge in the vicinity of his throat. He would be inside Greg in the most intimate way possible. He would make love to Greg tonight, after what felt like an eternity of waiting.

Slowly, carefully, Nick squeezed a generous amount of the lube onto his fingers, hoping that he was coating them thickly enough. The last thing he wanted was to cause Greg any kind of pain; he wanted everything about the first time they made love to be perfect.

Greg reached out to take the lube from him; he gave Nick a slightly tremulous smile as he squeezed a good amount of it onto his palm. "I have to lube your cock, too," he whispered, moving his hand between Nick's legs and curling his fingers around the older man's shaft.

Nick closed his eyes, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. He had never felt anything as sensual as the sensation of Greg's fingers stroking him; if he hadn't already been aroused by just the thought of making love to this man, he certainly would be now.

If he let himself go, he could come just from the feeling of Greg stroking his cock, but he certainly wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to concentrate on his own feelings; he had to focus on Greg, to make sure that this was a blissful experience for him.

Slowly, cautiously, he moved his hand between Greg's thighs, letting his fingers stroke gently over the young man's entrance. He could feel Greg's body tighten in response; taking a deep breath, he pushed one finger inside the young man, hoping Greg would be able to relax.

His hope was answered within a few seconds when he felt Greg's muscles start to relax around the intrusion, then tighten again. Slowly, he eased a second finger inside, then scissored them after a few moments, trying to stretch and prepare Greg as much as possible.

What was it that Greg had said to him, not so long ago? "I'm not made of glass." He couldn't help feeling that his boyfriend was wrong about that; Greg's body seemed fashioned of the most delicate, fragile porcelain, as though he could break with one wrong movement.

After what seemed like a very long time, but was probably only a few short minutes, Nick eased his fingers out of Greg; the younger man was looking down at him, his expression slightly strained. He looked as if he was caught somewhere between trepidation and desire.

"It's okay, baby," Nick said softly, smiling up at Greg, wanting to encourage him. "Just take your time. Whenever you're ready. Just take it at your own pace, whatever feels comfortable for you. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Just hold on to me and do what feels right."

Greg nodded, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Nick couldn't have closed his own eyes, or made himself look away, even if he had wanted to. He was mesmerized by the sight of Greg's body on top of his, by the expression on his boyfriend's face.

He held his own breath as Greg slowly eased himself down onto his cock; he couldn't hold back a gasp when he sank into that tight heat. All he wanted to do was thrust his hips upwards, bury himself as deeply inside Greg as he could possibly get.

No, he wasn't going to do that, Nick told himself firmly, forcing his body to relax and lay back. He had to let Greg take the lead, let him take this at his own pace. His own desires were a distant second to what Greg needed; he was more than willing to be the passive partner.

That wasn't usually what he enjoyed, but he would do anything for Greg. And at the moment, Greg needed to know that he was in control, that he could end this if he needed to. He had to feel that he was the one making the decisions, the one holding the reins.

It was a new experience for him to be the more passive partner, but he was enjoying it. In fact, he was liking it a lot more than he would have thought, Nick told himself as he let his gaze take in the sight before hin, not wanting to look away for one second.

He'd always thought that Greg was incredibly beautiful, but he had never seen the other man look like this before. Greg looked as though he was mesmerized with pleasure; there was no sign of discomfort on his features as he lifted himself slightly, then sank back down onto Nick's cock.

He wouldn't have believed that anyone could possibly be so hot, so tight. Or that anyone could look so incredible poised above him, taking him into their body in the way that Greg was. He wanted to reach out and gather the young man into his arms, to hold Greg's body close against his own.

But he couldn't do that, not until Greg had satisfied himself. Instead, Nick reached out and curled his fingers around the younger man's rigid cock, trying to stroke Greg in rhythm with his lover's movements on top of him, hoping that it would add to Greg's pleasure.

Greg moaned his name, the sound almost sending Nick over the edge unexpectedly. He hadn't expected this to feel so intense; he was having a hard time holding himself back. This surpassed any dream that he'd ever had about making love to Greg.

The reality far outstripped his fantasies; he was sure that he was going to melt into a pool of sensation that he would never be able to pull himself out of. Just watching Greg move up and down above him was enough to convince him that he might have died and gone to heaven.

He'd always known that Greg had a perfect body under his clothes, but seeing his boyfriend like this took his breath away. Greg's pale skin was slick with sweat, almost glowing in the dim light of their bedroom; Nick couldn't take his eyes away from the sight presented to his hungry gaze.

He had never been with anyone who held him in such thrall; he wanted this to go on and on, to stay inside Greg for the rest of their lives. He wanted this pleasure to be never-ending for them both, for them to be wrapped securely in this world of their own making for all eternity.

But of course, that couldn't happen; all too soon, Nick could feel himself approaching the inevitable point where he would have to jump from the edge of the chasm he was dangling over, enfold Greg in his amrs, and he sure that they both landed safely on the ground.

He could feel Greg's thighs trembling, his cock pulsing in Nick's hand; it would only be a few more moments before they had both reached the peak. Nick could already feel his climax starting to rush to the surface; he could barely keep himself from crying out.

But he wanted Greg to come first, to let his boyfriend reach orgasm before he did. It was nearly impossible to hold himself back, but he was managing to do so, though for how much longer he couldn't be sure. Still, he was going to make sure that Greg was satisfied before he was.

Greg sank down onto his cock again, his head falling back, his hands clenching at his sides. With a soft cry, he let himself go, spilling over Nick's hand, his body tightening around Nick's cock. That was all it took for Nick to let himself go, his cry joining Greg's.

Nick caught Greg when the younger man fell forward, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and letting Greg snuggle close against his chest. He could feel the younger man's heart pounding rapidly against his own, both of them galloping in an almost synchronized rhythm.

"I'm not going to ask if that was as good for you as it was for me, baby," he whispered into Greg's ear, smoothing the other man's hair back from his flushed face. "I know it was. I didn't expect this to happen tonight, but I'm glad it did. I've never been happier in my whole life."

"I don't think I could be any happier than I am right now," Greg whispered, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist and pressing his body against Nick's. "A part of me wondered if I was really ready for this -- but I'm glad I didn't run away."

"I'm glad you didn't either, baby," Nick murmured, stroking Greg's hair. "I hope you'll want to keep doing that. Or anything else you want to do. I'll make love to you any time, Greg, any way you want it. All you have to do is ask. I'm always here for you."

"I know you are, Nicky," Greg whispered, not lifting his head from Nick's shoulder. "If it wasn't for you, I'd never have had the nerve to do what I did tonight. But I trust you. I know you're never going to do anything I don't want to do. I trust you enough to let you do anything to me."

"I don't do things to you, baby," Nick replied, a smile curving his lips. "I do them with you. That's an important difference between me and anybody else you might have been with .Yeah, I'll give it to you any way you want it -- but only if you want it."

Greg laughed softly, burying his face against Nick's shoulder. "And that's why I trust you more than I've ever trusted anybody else in my life, Nicky. Because you're not just out for yourself. For you, it's about both of us. Most guys aren't like that."

Nick nodded, feeling a lump rise in his throat as he pulled Greg closer against him. He hated to think of the young man he loved being treated badly by any of his former lovers -- and as far as he was concerned, that was never going to happen to Greg again.

Nobody else was ever going to touch Greg. He had laid his claim on this young man, as surely as though he had put a brand on him. And Greg had done the same to him, Nick thought with an inward smile. Greg had owned him, heart, body and soul, since the first moment they'd met.

"This has been the best night of my life," he whispered, wondering why Greg didn't answer. Glancing down at his boyfriend, he realized that Greg was fast asleep, a smile curving his lips, looking happy and relaxed. His own smile mirroring Greg's, Nick closed his eyes to follow his young lover into peaceful slumber.

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