Title: You're So Damn Hot
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Zeke Barnes
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas /A Gifted Man
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 Zeke Barnes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"I hate physicals," Greg muttered as he slammed the car door. The last thing he wanted to do, after he'd just worked an eight-hour shift, was to come here to the hospital and be poked, prodded, and have blood drawn. This wasn't how he'd planned on spending his day.

What he had wanted to do was spend some time sleeping, he told himself sourly as he stalked across the parking lot to the revolving doors of the clinic. At least he wasn't going to some big hospital, though. They always took a lot longer.

Hopefully, now that he'd made the appointment and was here to get the yearly physical taken care of, they'd get through it in a hurry, and he could forget about it for another year. He always hated these things; doctors made him nervous at the best of times.

The worst part of it was having the prostate exam, he thought with a grimace. That was something he wouldn't mind -- if it was a good-looking doctor doing the exam. But he always had the bad luck to end up with a doctor who was older than his grandfather.

Settling down into one of the chairs in the waiting room, Greg picked up a magazine and leafed through it without really seeing any of the articles that he was supposedly looking at. He was too nervous about the exam, hoping that the doctor wouldn't find anything wrong with him.

It was the same way every year, he reflected, putting down the magazine and abandoning his pretense of reading it. He always worried until the results came back, and every year he found out that he was fine, with no health problems and nothing to worry about.

"Mr. Sanders?" One of the nurses was calling his name; Greg put the magazine down and got up, feeling slightly apprehensive. He wasn't looking forward to this at all, even though it was something that had to be done every year. He never quite got used to it.

The nurse led him into one of the exam rooms, giving him a smile and telling him to sit on the table there. He nodded, taking a deep breath as she left the room. He knew that the doctor would be here in a few minutes, and he didn't want to betray his nervousness.

It only took a few moments for the doctor to come in; one look at him, and Greg's senses were reeling. It was as though all of the doctors he'd had to deal with in the past who were older, unattractive men had been made up for in this one person -- and then some.

He was sure that he'd never seen such an attractive man in his life -- and for once, he thanked whatever fate it was that had sent him to this particular clinic on this day. At any other time, he probably would never have gotten so lucky.

"Hey there," the doctor said, holding out a hand for Greg to shake. "I'm Zeke Barnes. And you're ...." He checked the clipboard that he held, then glanced at Greg again. "Greg Sanders. You're from the crime lab, here for a yearly physical, right? Let's get started."

Greg nodded, unable to find his voice for a few moments. He wanted to blurt out that he thought Zeke was gorgeous, that he wanted them to go out, get to know each other -- and that he wanted Zeke to take him to bed. But he didn't dare say anything of the sort.

He was silent all through the standard tests, only answering the questions that Zeke asked him for the forms that had to be filled out. Finally, the other man leaned back in his chair, looking at Greg curiously, as though he had discovered some new species.

"Are you always this quiet, or do you just hate having physicals?" he inquired, a slight smile quirking one corner of his mouth. "I know most people don't like them, so I'm guessing that's the problem. I can't see you as being this quiet all the time. I bet you're usually a firecracker."

"I guess I am," Greg answered with a laugh, shrugging and suddenly feeling more at ease. "I'm sorry I've been so quiet. But it's like you said. I've never been very comfortable with the whole yearly physical thing. Especially the drawing blood part."

"Don't like needles, huh?" Zeke asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at Greg after he'd finished writing on the forms. "I don't either, so I can't blame you for that. But unfortunately, that's the only way we've got to take blood. Maybe it'll change in the future."

"I hope so," Greg said, the nervousness starting to return. There was still one part of the physical that Zeke hadn't gotten to yet, and it was always the part that Greg liked the least. The prostate exam always made him feel vulnerable, helpless .... and more than a little embarrassed.

Somehow, it seemed a much bigger deal to have that exam done this time than it ever had in the past. He was already attracted to this man; what if he did something crazy like having an erection that he couldn't control when Zeke touched him?

The problem was, he wanted Zeke to touch him. He wanted this man's hands all over him -- and not just in the casual, doctor-seeing-a-patient kind of way. He wanted to go to bed with this man, to know Zeke in every way possible -- including the carnal one.

"I guess you know what comes next," Zeke told him, bringing Greg out of his thoughts and back to the present situation. "Turn around and drop trou. I'll make this quick, I promise. I know this is the part of a physical that most guys aren't comfortable with."

"I don't mind it," Greg told him, the words coming out before he could stop them. "But I guess you haven't given physicals to that many guys who bottom." The instant he spoke, he could feel his cheeks reddening with embarrassment, the burning blush flooding into his face.

"Then that makes my job easier, doesn't it?" Zeke told him with a smile. He crossed the room, reaching for a rubber glove and pulling it on. "At least I know you're not going to freak out like a lot of guys do over this. Just close your eyes and it'll be over in a few minutes."

He didn't want it to be over, Greg thought as he turned around, fumbling with the button and zipper on his pants. This was so awkward; it would have been so much easier if he and Zeke had been together in his bedroom, both of them getting undressed.

Greg felt Zeke move closer to him; his body tensed involuntarily, waiting for the other man's fingers to press inside him. Doctor usually did this with no warning, only a slight pressure against his entrance and the slick feel of lube on his skin before a finger slid inside him.

Zeke didn't seem to be as abrupt as the other doctors Greg had been to for physicals; one finger circled his entrance, slowly and gently, as though the other man wanted to prepare him. Greg had to force himself not to push his hips back against the gentle pressure.

He couldn't hold back a sigh when Zeke's finger slid inside him; if only they were together in his bedroom, how different this could be! There was something about a cold, sterile doctor's office that definitely put a damper on any passion he might feel.

Still, he couldn't stop the involuntary response of his body to being entered. He could feel his muscles tighten, his pulse starting to race; he was sure that once Zeke began to stimulate his prostate, hhis body would take over -- and that could be even more embarrassing.

Greg tried to think of anything he could other than what was going on; he didn't want Zeke to think that he was too eager for this, but he couldn't stop his body's reactions. The blush flamed in his cheeks again; he wanted to put a hand down to cover his erection.

But he didn't. Instead, he simply stood there, his eyes closed, panting, gripping the edge of the table and forcing himself not to push back against that probing finger. It was harder than he'd thought it would be; he simply wanted to sink into the pleasure of what was happening.

To his surprise, he felt Zeke's breath warm on his neck; the other man had moved close behind him, close enough for him to whisper in Greg's ear. "I shouldn't be saying this, but -- you're so damn hot I can't help myself." The words seemed to reverberate in his mind.

"You can do anything you want to me," Greg whispered, finding it hard to keep his mind on what he was saying. "Just .... don't stop." He knew that Zeke wouldn't stop, that he was, after all, carrying on a medical exam -- even if it was going further than either of them had anticipated.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to," Zeke whispered, his finger probing more deeply. "Any pain?" he asked, his voice still barely a whisper. Greg shook his head, straightening up and leaning against the warmth of Zeke's body. Pain? Was he serious?

All he could feel was pleasure -- a pleasure that was too intense for his body to deny. And to think that he had been worried about the embarrassment of having an erection, Greg thought, his senses whirling. He had gone far past that point.

Just as the thought struck him, his hips jerked forward; the involuntary release of his climax swept over him, leaving him gasping. He leaned forward against the table again, wanting to groan in protest when Zeke's finger slid out of him.

Greg wasn't sure if he wanted to hide under the table, or whether he wished that the ground would rise up and swallow him. Either way, he didn't want to turn around and face Zeke, not after that. He hadn't thought he would lose control of himself so completely.

Zeke handed him a few tissues, his voice soft when he spoke. "Don't worry about it. That's not the first time somebody's lost control during an exam, and it probably won't be the last, either." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against Greg's hair.

His next words were so unexpected that they made Greg's eyes widen and his heart speed up to double its normal rate. "I'd like to make you do that again. Preferably in bed, since that'd be more comfortable for both of us. That is, if you're interested."

Greg could only nod, taking a deep breath as he zipped up his pants and turned to face Zeke. "That's kind of an unorthodox way to meet somebody -- but I'm not going to knock it," he said, trying to keep his tone light and casual. "I didn't expect that, but I'm not sorry it happened."

"Neither am I," Zeke told him, his voice so soft it was almost like a caress. His gaze held Greg's for several long moments; he looked down at the clipboard that he'd picked up again, his next words a whisper. "You're so damn hot, it's impossible to resist you."

"I could say the same about you," Greg told him, unable to hold back his smile. He hadn't come in here expecting to leave with the promise of a date -- but he wasn't going to turn it down. "You're pretty damn hot yourself. And I don't think I could say no to anything you wanted."

"I'll remember that," Zeke told him, leaning toward Greg and brushing soft lips against his cheek. "And you have a clean bill of health, as far as I can tell. We just have to do the blood work, and we'll have that back to you within a couple of days."

Greg moved towards the door reluctantly, knowing that Zeke probably had other patients to see. "So, when do I get to see you again?" he asked, keeping his voice soft just in case anyone was right outside the door. "I've got the day and night off."

"Then I'll pick you up around six," Zeke told him, his smile answering Greg's. "I've got your address right here. I think it's only a few blocks away from me. I haven't been in Vegas all that long, but I've learned my way around my neighborhood. And how to get to work."

"Okay, I'll see you tonight, then," Greg murmured, wishing that he didn't have to leave. He would have been happy to stay here all day, watching Zeke work, drinking the other man in with his eyes. He wanted to be around Zeke all the time, to never be out of his sight.

"See you then," Zeke answered, his gaze full of a promise that made Greg's pulse race. "I'm looking forward to it." He leaned towards Greg again, whispering in his ear. "You're so damn hot, I'll be thinking about you all day. You can bet on that."

"Same here," Greg murmured as he watched Zeke open the door and leave the room. He headed for the door himself a few moments later, already watching the clock impatiently and hoping that tonight would get here as soon as possible.

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