Title: Being Close
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Fluff, mission_insane
Prompt: 1, Snuggle
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 Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan slowly walked into the living room from the kitchen, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee and carefully setting them down on the low table in front of the couch. With a soft sigh, he sat down beside Greg, sliding one arm around his boyfriend's waist to pull him close.

Greg smiled, laying his head on Ryan's shoulder and closing his eyes. "I like rainy days," he said softly as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend. "There's something really romantic about snuggling on the sofa when it's raining outside. Romantic and .... sexy."

"Sexy?" Ryan raised an eyebrow, holding back a smile. "The only sexy thing I see here is you, sweetheart." He bowed his head to brush a kiss across Greg's cheek, his arm tightening around the other man's slender waist. "I could sit here and look at you all day."

Was it his imagination, or was Greg starting to blush? Ryan's smile grew wider; he loved it when Greg blushed like that. He'd never met anyone who blushed when they were complimented; he thought it was adorable that Greg was so unaware of his own attractiveness.

"Well, it's romantic, anyway," Greg said firmly, reaching for his mug of coffee. He sat up a little straighter, closing his eyes as he sipped at the fragrant brew. "Mmmm. Just the way I like it. If you ever get tired of being a CSI, you could run a coffee shop. You're good at this."

Ryan laughed softly, hugging Greg close against him once more before reaching for his own coffee. "I can't see myself opening a coffee shop, babe. Way too much responsibility. I think I'd rather just be a barista at the café down the street. I wouldn't mind working there."

Greg took a sip of his coffee, smiling and shaking his head. "I can't see you working in a coffee shop," he said softly, his gaze meeting Ryan's. "There'd be too many guys there who'd be giving you the eye, and then I'd have to lay down the law to them."

"They might look at me, but they'd never get a chance to touch," Ryan protested, playing along with Greg's words. "You know there's only one guy who I ever want to touch me, Greg, and that's you. Nobody else could ever come close. You don't have anything to worry about there."

"I know I don't," Greg said softly, putting down his coffee mug and wrapping his arms around Ryan's waist. "I know you'd never cheat on me, Ry. You're not that kind of guy. And you know that I'd never even think of looking at anybody else but you."

Ryan did indeed know that; he was amazed at how faithful Greg was, even though he'd thought at the start of their relationship that his boyfriend had transgressed. He was ashamed of those thoughts now; they weren't worthy of Greg. He'd jumped to conclusions far too quickly.

He would never do that again, not for any reason. Greg had proven time and time again that there was no one in the world for him but Ryan; he didn't need to say those words aloud for Ryan to know that they were true. He had the most faithful boyfriend in the world.

He was so lucky to have Greg in his life, Ryan told himself as he pulled his boyfriend closer against him. He had spent so much time wishing that he could find someone like Greg -- and somehow, simply by coming here to Vegas, he'd found the love he'd always wanted.

How had he gotten so lucky? he asked himself with an inner smile. Greg had just fallen into his lap, as if fate had meant for them to meet and fall in love. He'd never expected it to be so easy; he had always thought that finding love would be a long and arduous process.

But with Greg, it hadn't been. All it had taken was one look, one smile, one touch -- and he'd fallen head over heels. He never wanted to get up again, never wanted to take his heart back. He trusted Greg with his heart, knew that his boyfriend would never let it be broken.

Little things like this only made him love Greg more. Snuggling together on the couch, going to a coffee shop and gazing at each other across the table, holding hands when they took Wolfie for a walk in the park. Tiny things, but they all meant so much.

Snuggling like this was one of the most satisfying parts of their relationship, Ryan told himself, moving on hand down Greg's back. Just being able to hold Greg, to touch him, to know that he loved and was loved in return -- that meant more than he could put into words.

Ryan let out a soft sigh of contentment -- and wasn't surprised to hear that sigh echoed only a few seconds later by the man in his arms. He knew that Greg enjoyed snuggling like this just as much as he did; it was one of the reasons they did it so often.

He'd never been able to snuggle comfortably with anyone else, not like this. Whenever he'd held any of his past lovers, he had always gotten the feeling that they considered it nothing more than prelude to sex; they didn't enjoy simply snuggling and being close.

It was just another way in which Greg was different from anyone else he'd ever been with -- and only one more reason why Greg was the perfect man for him. They both enjoyed the same things; neither of them would look at being close like this as only the first part of sex.

This didn't have to lead to sex -- and Ryan was sure that it wouldn't, at least not this time. There were plenty of other times when snuggling had led to them being more intimate, but this didn't feel like it would be one of them. No, it was just a time to enjoy being close.

"I love sitting here with you like this," Greg murmured, echoing Ryan's very thoughts. "Sometimes snuggling like this is just as good as making love, isn't it? I feel closer to you when we do this than I do when we have sex." He shook his head. "Well, not all the time."

Ryan laughed softly, raising a hand to run his fingers through the softness of his boyfriend's hair. "I know just what you mean, babe," he answered, his own voice husky and very soft. "We don't have to make love to be close. That's not what our relationship is all about."

Greg didn't answer, and Ryan was sure that he knew what his boyfriend was thinking -- that he hadn't had many relationships to compare this one to those in his past. Ryan was glad of that; he liked being the first and only man who Greg had ever had a relationship with.

"I've never been able to snuggle up with anybody else like this," he confessed, knowing that Greg would take his words in exactly the way they were intended. "Nobody I've ever dated before was interested in doing this. And none of them were a part of me the way that you are."

"You'll never be snuggling up to anybody else but me," Greg told him, lifting his head from Ryan's shoulder and giving him a smile that took his breath away. "You're the only one for me, Ry, just like I"m the only one for you. There'll never be anybody else for either of us."

"No arguments here," Ryan whispered as he leaned forward to brush his lips against Greg's. As he deepened the kiss and pulled his boyfriend closer, he realized that he'd been wrong before. This was going to lead to more intimacy -- and he was greatly looking forward to it.

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