Title: Drop Dead Gorgeous
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: The Body, mission_insane
Prompt: 9, Legs
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 laughed as Wolfie jumped up, catching the puppy's front paws and trying to avoid the lolling tongue. The dog had gotten bigger than they'd thought he would be -- but they should have expected that, Ryan thought with a rueful laugh. After all, he was an English sheepdog.

"Greg! Come on, let's take Wolfie for a walk before he goes crazy!" Ryan raised his voice, turning towards the hallway that led to the back of the apartment. It didn't usually take Greg this long to get ready to take Wolfie out for a walk; Ryan couldn't imagine what he was doing.

"Sorry!" He heard Greg's voice coming from the direction of the larger bedroom before he saw his boyfriend emerge to stand at the front of the hallway, tilting his head to the side as he regarded Ryan. "What's the hurry? He's house-trained. It's not like he's going to have an accident."

Ryan's eyes widened as he straightened up slowly; his breath caught in his throat, and for just a few moments, he couldn't speak. There were no words to describe how he was feeling; the lust that swept through him almost made him groan aloud.

He'd thought that Greg was an attractive man from the first moment they met; and as time had gone by, his boyfriend had grown ever more beautiful in his eyes. But he'd never seen Greg look like this, not even when he was naked and they were in bed together.

Greg was wearing nothing but a v-neck t-shirt, sneakers, and cut-off shorts -- and every bit of fabric seemed to cling to all the curves of his body. Ryan had never seen his lover look so incredibly sexy; all he could think about was taking Greg to bed and stripping that fabric off.

"What's the matter?" Greg was looking at him strangely, a slight frown marring his brow. "Is my hair all messed up? Do I have something on my face?" He ran a hand through his hair, then over his face, as though he was trying to wipe away something that wasn't there.

Ryan shook his head, gulping and trying to speak. "It's just .... wow, Greg." He couldn't think of anything else to say; he was completely tongue-tied. He spread his hands in front of him, trying to find words to describe how he felt. "You look .... incredible."

"What?" Greg laughed, shaking his head. "I'm just wearing old clothes to take the dog for a walk. It's so damn hot outside that I didn't feel like putting on jeans." He made a face, looking towards the front window. "It's sweltering out there, Ry. I don't want to pass out from the heat."

Ryan couldn't help laughing at his boyfriend's words, shaking his head in wonderment. Greg honestly didn't realize how amazing he looked in those shorts. His legs might be pale rather than tanned, but to Ryan, he was the sexiest man who'd ever existed.

"Are you sure that you want us to walk the dog while you're dressed like that?" he inquired, suppressing his urge to wrap his arms around Greg and run his hands over the other man's body. "You look way too tempting in those shorts, hot legs. I don't want any other guys to stare at you."

Greg grinned at him, raising one eyebrow. "Ry, guys have never stared at me, no matter what I was wearing. I don't think they're about to start now." He laughed again, moving over to where his boyfriend stood, Wolfie panting at his feet. "You're the only guy who's ever taken a second look."

"I think a lot of guys are looking -- you just don't notice them," Ryan said softly, his gaze sweeping over his boyfriend again. "Seriously, Greg, you're a great-looking guy wearing normal clothes. But wearing something like that -- damn, you look sinfully hot."

Greg looked down at himself, then back at Ryan again, a dubious expression on his face. "Are you serious? I've got skinny legs, I"m paler than Casper the friendly ghost, and these are old clothes. Nobody's going to look at me once, much less twice. Other than you."

"I think you're wrong about that," Ryan said softly, giving in to the desire to slide his arms around Greg's slim waist and pull his boyfriend close against his own body. "Everybody who sees you is going to be staring at you. And I don't blame them -- even though I don't want them staring."

Greg laughed softly, leaning against Ryan and whispering into his ear. "The only person I want staring at me is you," he said, his voice firm. "I wouldn't even look at anybody else, Ry. You know that. You've got nothing to worry about on that score."

"You've got the best legs I've ever seen on a guy," Ryan told him, looking down with a smile. "If I was out there walking around and saw you, I'd definitely be staring. Even though you're going to have your boyfriend by your side giving anybody who does stare the evil eye."

"I'm willing to bet nobody's going to give me a second glance," Greg scoffed, moving away from their embrace to pick up Wolfie's leash and snap it onto the puppy's collar. "There might be a few looks, but not a lot. I don't think people stare at me nearly as much as you think they do, Ry."

"We'll just have to see how many looks come out way while we're out there walking Wolfie," Ryan told him, kneeling to pet Wolfie. "What do you think, huh, puppy? Do you think people are going to see that your daddy is drop dead gorgeous? I sure do."

"Well, they do say love is blind." Greg shook his head, laughing as he got to his feet. "Come on, Wolfie, let's get you outside and let your stretch your legs a little." The puppy bounded to the door, looking back at them as though he expected them to hurry and take him outside."

"Nothing blind about what I feel for you," Ryan responded promptly. He considered going back to the bedroom and changing clothes himself, but decided not to. After all, Wolfie acted like he was eager to go outside, and he didn't want to make the puppy wait much longer.

Besides, he didn't look nearly as good as Greg did in shorts, and he knew it. He wasn't a bad-looking man himself, but in his eyes, his boyfriend was drop dead gorgeous -- and he was sure that everyone who saw them walking the dog would think so, too.

He didn't really like the idea of people staring at Greg, but it was inevitable that they would. Who wouldn't want to look at such a gorgeous man? And he had nothing to worry about, Ryan reassured himself silently. Greg wouldn't even look at anyone else. He wasn't that kind of guy.

He was proud to be with Greg, proud to be the man who this drop dead beautiful guy had chosen to be with. He could walk beside his boyfriend and let that pride come through, knowing that Greg would never stray from his side -- or he from Greg's. He had a right to be proud of the man he loved.

"Come on," he said, holding out a hand to his boyfriend with a smile. "Let's go take Wolfie for a walk so I can show off my drop dead gorgeous boyfriend to the rest of the world. I promise not to get mad if anybody stares at you. I'll just be proud to be the man you're with."

Greg laughed softly, taking his hand and opening the door. Wolfie bounded outside, pulling the two of them after him. Ryan's laughter joined Greg's as they closed the door and followed the puppy, their hands linked together, ready for whatever the world's reaction to Greg might be.

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