Title: Aphrodisiac
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Zeke Barnes
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/A Gifted Man
Rating: NC-17
Table: Romance, mission_insane
Prompt: 8, Aphrodisiac
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 Zeke Barnes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"You look tired," Greg said as Zeke sank down onto the couch. "Rough night at work?" He knew the answer to the question already; he could always tell when Zeke had dealt with a busy night at the hospital. It showed in his face, in every line of his body.

They had developed a routine now; he would spend a day or two at Zeke's place, then Zeke would come to his apartment for the same amount of time. They rarely spent a day apart; when they did, it was because one of both of them was working overtime.

That was happening too often lately, Greg thought with an inward sigh. This was the first time in two days that he'd seen Zeke; his boyfriend had called him both days and told him that he'd had to work late, and that they'd have to wait to see each other.

He should have expected that when he started dating a doctor, Greg told himself. It wasn't Zeke's fault that he had to work a lot -- it was to be expected, especially since this was a new job for him. He had warned Greg that he'd be working a lot when they'd first started dating.

But that just made the time he could spend with his lover all the more satisfying, he thought, a smile curving his lips. They might both be a little tired at the moment, but they had at least part of the day and evening before they both had to be at work again.

And he intended to make the most of that time. He knew what he wanted to do, though he had no idea whether or not Zeke would agree to it. And even if he did, he might fall asleep at some point -- though Greg certainly couldn't blame him for that.

"I am," Zeke told him, resting his head against Greg's shoulder. "But not so tired that I don't want to spend time with you," he added, his voice very soft. "Two days without you, and I'm going nuts. I don't know how I managed to fall asleep last night."

Those words made Greg feel guilty; for just a moment, he considered telling Zeke that he needed to get some sleep more than he needed to be with his lover. But he knew that look in Zeke's eyes; Zeke was definitely not in the mood for sleep, no matter how tired he was.

He slid an arm around Zeke's waist, letting his boyfriend lean against him, raising his other hand to stroke gentle fingers though Zeke's hair. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" he asked, his tone husky and seductive. "Anything you want, just ask."

"Ordinarily, I'd just say that I want to go to sleep -- but when you touch me, my body says something completely different," Zeke told him with a tired smile. "In case you can't already tell, we're going to end up in bed, no matter how tired I might be right this second."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Greg murmured, leaning over to nibble at Zeke's earlobe, then moving his lips down the slender column of his boyfriend's throat. Zeke moaned softly and tilted his head back, closing his eyes, giving Greg more access.

"Just being with you is an aphrodisiac -- but I think I might need a little time before I'm ready to carry you off to bed," Zeke admitted, looking a little shamefaced as he spoke. "It's not that I don't want to -- but I've got to work up to being physical when I'm this tired."

"So I'm an aphrodisiac, hmmm?" Greg whispered, getting to his feet and then moving to straddle Zeke's lap, resting his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders. "I wonder just how much it would take for me to have you ready to run to the bedroom as fast as we can go?"

"Not much," Zeke murmured as Greg's lips met his. His arms slid around Greg's waist, pulling him close; Greg's heartbeat sped up as their bodies pressed against each other, allowing him to feel just how aroused Zeke already was.

He moved one hand down, tugging at the buckle on Zeke's belt. It took him a few minutes to get it undone, then to unbutton and unzip Zeke's pants; when he finally did, he slid his hand inside, smiling as Zeke's eyes widened and his hips bucked upwards.

Greg's fingers curled around Zeke's cock, his thumb stroking over the tender tip; he knew just how to touch his boyfriend to bring Zeke to climax, but at the moment, he didn't want to do that. It was enough to simply touch him, to tease him, to keep him hovering at the edge.

Zeke hips jerked at his touch; those dark eyes opened wide, staring up into his as though Zeke couldn't quite believe what he was doing. Greg had a moment of doubt; maybe Zeke was too tired for this, and it was wrong of him to want them to be intimate.

But a moment later, Zeke's look of surprise turned to a smile; his arms wrapped around Greg's waist to pull him close, trapping his hand between their bodies. He tightened his grip on Zeke's cock, relishing the sound of the other man's soft moan.

If Zeke didn't want to be touched, then he would say so. He wouldn't be moving his hands down Greg's back to cup his ass and squeeze gently if he wanted this to stop; there was no way that this wasn't welcome. If it was, he would already know it.

Zeke's touch made him moan, made his senses reel. He knew exactly what his boyfriend meant when he said that just being together was an aphrodisiac; Greg could feel his own arousal spiraling higher with each passing moment, his desire growing in leaps and bounds.

He couldn't stop himself from grinding his hips against Zeke's crotch as he removed his hand, knowing that he didn't need to keep touching Zeke to increase his lover's desire to a fever pitch. The spark had ignited, and it was rapidly becoming a raging conflagration.

What was it about this man that was such an aphrodisiac? Greg wondered as he slid his arms around Zeke's waist. No one else had ever affected him like this; he had never wanted anyone as intensely as he desired Zeke. This man was in his blood; Zeke had become a part of him.

And apparently Zeke felt the same way about him, if his reaction to Greg's touch was any indication. He didn't look the slightest bit tired now; instead, he looked as though he wanted to devour Greg, to take him into the bedroom and make love to him all day.

Greg definitely had no problem with that. All he wanted was to feel Zeke's hands and mouth all over his body, to revel in the feeling of being loved and desired. He hadn't expected desire to ignite so quickly between them, but now that it had, he wasn't going to turn back.

"Suddenly I'm not so tired any more," Zeke murmured, his head falling back as Greg's hips pressed against his. He gasped Greg's name, his eyes closing; Greg moved his hand back to where it had been, curling his fingers gently around his boyfriend's cock again.

"That's good to know, "Greg whispered into his ear, nibbling gently at Zeke's earlobe as he spoke. "I'm not feeling so tired any more, either. Think you have the strength to carry me to the bedroom? Or would it be easier if I just led you there?"

"I doubt I can carry you, but you don't need to lead me there," Zeke told him, flashing Greg a wicked grin. "I can find my way there just fine. But the way I'm feeling right now, I think I'd rather stay right where we are. This couch is pretty comfortable."

Greg nodded in agreement, his heart thumping at Zeke's words. "You want to make love here on the couch?" he whispered, the words barely audible. It was one place they hadn't had sex yet -- and he had to admit that he'd wondered just what it would be like.

"I'd thought about it, yeah." Zeke was gazing up at him, his dark eyes sparkling. "Don't you think it's time we christened the couch? I think it's about time we made some memories here." His voice was soft, husky, seductive -- just the aphrodisiac that Greg needed.

"I think it's past time we did that," Greg murmured, shifting his position slightly to push Zeke further down onto the couch. Oh yes, this man was indeed an aphrodisiac -- one that Greg was sure he would never be able to get enough of.

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