Title: Eaten Alive
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Places, mission_insane
Prompt: 1, Office
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 looked down at the report in front of him with a scowl, wishing that he and Greg were anywhere but here in their office. Filling out reports was one of the things that he liked least about their job, though he knew that it was a task that had to be done.

At least this did rank above putting himself -- or worse, his boyfriend -- in the line of fire at a crime scene that turned dangerous, he told himself with an inward sigh. Here, he and Greg were both safe, and he didn't have much to worry about other than a paper cut.

Then again, there had been some pretty dangerous things that took place here in the lab, Ryan reminded himself. Greg had told him about the explosion when he'd been working in the DNA lab -- and there were those tiny white scars across his boyfriend's shoulders to prove it.

So they weren't completely safe here, either -- but they were probably a lot safer than if they were out in the field, Ryan concluded. Unfortunately, he was also bored out of his mind. Filling out reports was the worst part of the job, as far as he was concerned.

Though at least he was in the office with Greg, he told himself, the inner smile becoming outward and spreading over his features. He didn't mind being here, stuck doing paperwork, nearly as much when Greg was here with him. His lover's presence made the time go by faster.

He could look across his desk and see Greg, right across from him, doing the same thing that he was -- and probably just as bored with it. At a glance, Greg was concentrating on his paperwork, not paying attention to anything around him, seemingly focused on his job and nothing else.

Ryan glanced up at the clock, almost heaving a sigh of relief when he realized that it was only half an hour before they could clock out and go home. There was no reason for them to work overtime tonight, though he could imagine that they'd have to do that before too long.

He was looking forward to going home and peeling Greg's clothes off his body, possibly taking a shower together before they went to bed. There was something so sensual about being in the shower with Greg, his hands moving over his boyfriend's body, soapsuds lathering his skin ....

Ryan's head came up in surprise as a loud growl filled the office, the sound almost seeming to bounce off the walls. Ryan thought at first that a dog might have somehow gotten into the crime lab -- until he realized that Greg was staring at him wide-eyed, a hand on his stomach.

Had that been Greg's stomach that had growled so loudly? What in the hell could have made his stomach let out that kind of a sound? If he hadn't known better, he'd have sworn there was a vicious pitbull on the loose and ready to attack them.

"Sorry," Greg mumbled, looking sheepish. "I guess I didn't eat lunch today, and now my stomach's trying to tell me I should have. I swear, it doesn't usually growl that loud. I'm just .... well, really hungry. I can't wait to get out of here and go somewhere for breakfast."

Well, his lovely little dream of undressing Greg the moment they got home and spending a long, leisurely time in the shower with him had just gone up in flames, Ryan thought wistfully. But still, going out to breakfast was something they didn't do often these days. It could be fun.

"We could go to that little café just down the street from the apartment," he said softly, his gaze holding Greg's. "Just the two of us. We haven't done that in a while. We usually just run in and grab coffee, so it'd be nice to take our time and actually have breakfast there."

"Yeah, it would," Greg murmured, a smile curving his lips. "We haven't gone out to breakfast after work in a while. I think it's because we're usually both so eager to get home and be alone together. We need to go out more. And that romantic little café would be a good place."

"Then it's settled," Ryan said with a smile. "We'll go to the café for breakfast when we leave work, and we'll spend some time there. We should do this at least once a week, Greg. I don't know about you, but I'd like to have some time like that for ourselves."

Greg nodded, looking down at the paperwork on his desk again. "We've got to get this stuff finished before we can leave," he reminded Ryan. "Come on, let's get cracking on it. I've only got a little bit left, and the sooner we're done, the sooner we can get out of here."

Ryan nodded, looking down at the report he was working on. He only had a few more things left to notate, and then he'd be done. He was just bending over the paper to begin writing when Greg's stomach growled again -- if anything, this was an even louder and more menacing growl.

"Are you sure that your stomach isn't going to turn inside out and eat us both before we can get out of here?" Ryan asked, trying to hold back his laughter. He'd never seen Greg look so embarrassed; his cheeks were an interesting shade of red, and his gaze avoided Ryan's.

"I can't promise anything," Greg said with a sudden grin. "After all, you know how stomachs can be. Mine might surprise you by attacking you as we're walking out the door. But I think it'd be polite and ask if you'd prefer to be eaten alive with ketchup before it settled down to a meal."

At that, Ryan burst out laughing; he couldn't help it. Once he'd started laughing, he couldn't seem to stop; by the time he'd managed to get himself under control, there were tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks, and Greg was laughing right along with him.

He didn't think that he'd ever had such a good time in this office -- or in any office that he'd ever been working in, for that matter. That was yet another of the things he loved so much about Greg -- somehow, his boyfriend could always make even the most boring things fun.

"I love it when you're silly," he finally said, raising a hand to wipe his face. "I hope we'll be able to pacify your stomach when we get to the café. If we can't, then I guess I'll just have to resign myself to being eaten by the time we get home. With or without ketchup."

"I promise we won't be there for too long," Greg told him, his voice very soft. "I know you want to get back home and .... do other things. I can't wait for those, either," he added, grinning again, his voice very soft and husky. Ryan knew what that tone meant; he'd heard it often enough.

He leaned across the desk, his gaze focused on Greg. "After we go out to eat at the café, then I'm taking you back home and getting you in the shower for a while," he whispered, his words meant for Greg's ears only. "And then you'll find out what it's like to be eaten alive."

"Is that a promise?" Greg asked, tilting his head to the side, an impish grin on his face. "If it is, then I'm going to finish this report in record time. But I'm still going to hold you to taking me out for breakfast before we go home. I don't think my stomach would forgive us if I didn't."

"Oh, it's definitely a promise," Ryan told him, feeling a little breathless. He suddenly wanted to skip going out for breakfast and just get his boyfriend home -- but he'd promised Greg that they'd go out, and he didn't want that growling to commence again. It would probably be even louder the next time.

"Let's get this paperwork finished, then," Greg told him with another cheeky grin. "I'm looking forward to going out to breakfast, but I can't wait to get home after that. You might have a hard time keeping up me, because I intend to run to the shower first thing when we get in the door."

Grinning, Ryan bent his head over his own paperwork, his pen rushing across the page. He couldn't wait for the next moments to fly by so they could leave the office and start on the rest of their morning -- one that he was sure was going to last for most of the day.

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