Title: Coming Right Along
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Logan Echolls/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Veronica Mars /CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #415, Fate
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Logan Echolls or Ryan Wolfe, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan yawned and opened one eye, blinking a little as the sun came through the blinds and shone directly into his face. It took him a few moments to realize that he wasn't at home in his own bed -- and that there was someone clasped in his arms.

Logan. He was here in Logan's apartment; he'd spent the night here, and enjoyed every moment of it. They hadn't had sex; they'd only gone to bed and spent the night in each other's arms, kissing and touching each other, and finally falling asleep feeling very satisfied.

At least, he had felt satisfied. Yes, he wanted to make love to Logan, but he wasn't going to rush the younger man into anything he might not be ready for. At the moment, it was enough for him to be close to Logan, for them to get to know each other.

This was as good a way as any to get to know someone who he intended to be a very large part of his life from now on, Ryan thought as he snuggled up closer against Logan and tightened his arms around the young man's waist. He liked waking up close to someone in the mornings.

Apparently Logan didn't mind it either; he stretched slightly and yawned, his body stiffening in Ryan's arms for just a moment before he relaxed again. Ryan nuzzled his cheek against the younger man's hair, glad that Logan didn't seem alarmed that he was here.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice husky and a little rough with sleep. "This isn't how I usually wake up in the morning, but I like it. I hope it's good for you, too." He punctuated his words with a soft kiss to Logan's cheek, his breath soft and warm against the other man's skin.

"I could wake up like this every morning and be perfectly happy," Logan told him, yawning again as he turned over slightly in Ryan's embrace, lying on his back and looking up at the older man. "It's nice having somebody here looking out for me."

"I've got the feeling that you've never had a whole lot of that in your life," Ryan said softly, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching out to stroke gentle fingertips down Logan's cheek with his free hand. "To be perfectly honest, I haven't either. So we're good for each other."

"I think so, too," Logan told him, his voice thick with sleep. "It's funny how we just happened to find each other the way we did, isn't it? It feels like fate happened to put me there in the crowd when that guy was killed and you showed up to work the crime scene."

Ryan nodded, a small smile curving his lips. "I can't argue with that," he said softly, brushing Logan's hair back from his face with a gentle hand. "Maybe fate was just waiting for the right time to throw us together, when we both needed somebody."

It occurred to him as he spoke that this young man had always needed somebody. He had never known what it was like to have a lover, or even family, who had truly cared about him. And Ryan was determined to remedy that lack.

He couldn't help but feel sad that someone as beautiful as Logan had lived the sort of life he had, and he was just glad that this young man was here in Miami and that they had managed to meet. Or was Logan right, and had it been fate that had brought them to each other?

He'd never been much of a believer in such concepts; he was the kind of person who had always relied on cold hard facts rather than on the abstract. Maybe it was why he considered himself a good cop, and a good CSI. He looked at evidence, not dreams.

But for some reason, since he'd met Logan, it seemed that a new world had opened up for him -- a world where dreams came true, where fate could take an interest in the lives of mere mortals, and where he didn't have to rely on cold hard facts all the time.

Logan had changed so many things for him. Being with Logan, even for just the brief time they'd known each other, had made him happier than he had ever been in his entire life. He'd never known anyone else who could make him feel this way with just a smile, or a touch.

All Logan had to do was look at him, and he could feel his heart turning over and his world spinning around him. Was that what it meant to fall in love? He'd never been in love before; he had no previous experience to compare what he was feeling now with.

If what he felt for Logan was love, then he didn't want to let it go. This feeling lifted him to the stars and beyond, made him feel as though the void that had always loomed large in the center of his life had finally been filled. He felt more stable, more secure.

He'd never thought that one person could make him feel all of the things that Logan did -- but then, he'd never let himself fall in love before. This had to be love, Ryan told himself. There was no other word he could put to it, even after only knowing Logan for such a short time.

Maybe that was why he had been so reluctant to say that he was falling in love -- it didn't seem possible to be in love with someone who he didn't know all that well. He'd always thought that love grew from a mutual friendship, not that it came from out of the blue.

But for him, it had. Love had hit him like the proverbial ton of bricks; fate had sent it spiraling towards him without a moment's notice, and no indication that he would fall head over heels and never want to get back up again. Love had bowled him over completely.

Now his only question was whether or not Logan felt the same. This was really probably the best time to ask the other man about his feelings, while they were lying here next to each other, both of them feeling safe with each other. It was a time for confidences and confessions.

Ryan couldn't bring himself to utter those words, to ask a question that seemed so entirely personal. He wasn't ready to know just what Logan's feelings were; his own emotions were too new, too different from anything he'd ever felt before. He didn't need to confirm them.

Logan raised his arms, looping them around Ryan's shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. "I think I'm falling in love with you," he whispered against Ryan's mouth, his lips soft against the older man's. "And I want to make love to you. If you'll let me."

Ryan was started by those words; he could feel his body stiffen before he could stop the reaction, his eyes widening as he pulled back from Logan slightly. "You want to ...." His voice trailed off, his shock evident in his tone. This was something he hadn't expected.

He had thought that he would be the one who would take the lead, the one who would make the advances. He was used to that; he was the kind of man who took charge, even when he didn't want to do so. That was simply the role that fate had thrust him into.

What would it be like to abandon that role, to give himself over to someone else and let them be in control? He'd always wanted to have that kind of relationship with someone, but nobody he'd been involved with in the past had wanted to take charge.

He'd been a bottom before, but he hadn't been able to say that he'd really enjoyed the experience. It had seemed wrong for someone else to be the one on top, in control. He had always wanted to feel secure and trusting enough to relinquish that control, to give himself over to someone.

He could do that with Logan, Ryan realized with a jolt. And he was being offered the chance to do just that, to let go, to turn over the reins to this young man and let Logan have him in a way that very few people had done before.

"Have you ever topped another guy before?" he asked, keeping his voice soft. "It's not that I don't want you to, Logan. I do. I just need to know if this is something new for you, so I can help guide you through it and make it as good as it can be for both of us."

Logan shook his head, smiling a little ruefully. "No, I haven't, but I know what to do," he said, his gaze not leaving Ryan's face. "And I want to make love to you, Ryan. I've never wanted to be the top with anybody before. But it's different with you. I want to make you mine."

"I'm already yours," Ryan told him, taking one of Logan's hands in his own and raising it to his lips. "But if you want to make love to me and make me yours in the physical sense, I'm not going to say no. You can do whatever you want with me, Logan."

Logan nodded, disentangling his hand from Ryan's and wrapping his arms around the older man's waist. He shifted his position, rolling over until he was nearly on top of Ryan, their bodies pressed against each other and their breaths both coming faster in anticipation.

Was this where fate had brought them? Ryan wondered, staring up into Logan's face. Was this what was meant to be for them? He had thought that he would be the one to initiate any sexual contact between them, but Logan was surprising him.

He certainly didn't mind being surprised. Not at all, Ryan thought with a soft sigh as Logan pressed him down against the soft pillows, those hands starting to move over his body. Their relationship was coming right along at a rapid rate, just as fate had seemingly intended.

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Next story in series - Pinnacle.