Title: Exposed
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Series: 1) Catch Me I'm Falling, 2) Sparks, 3) Holding Steady, 4) More Than Ready, 5) Talk About It, 6) Confessions, 7) Fate's Plan
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: R
Author's Note: Mentions of rape.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Adam Ross, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg wasn't sure what he'd expected when he'd told Ryan that he wanted him to stay here tonight; maybe he had thought that the other man would demur, say that he should go back to his hotel, or that it was too soon for them to spend the night together.

He hadn't expected Ryan to simply stand up and smile at him, holding out his hand, those eyes promising so much. He could fall into those dark eyes and lose himself -- and Greg was sure that was what he'd already done. If it was, he didn't want to be rescued. Ever.

It seemed inconceivable that he could have met someone like Ryan -- or that he would be lucky enough to be partnered with this man at work. Of course, that was going to cause a lot of problems, he thought, wincing inwardly. They would have to keep their relationship a secret.

If anyone on the CSI team knew that he and Ryan were involved, one of them would have to switch shifts -- and he would no longer be able to work with this man. They would be partners in their personal life, yes, but he wanted to have it all.

He wanted them to be partners in every way -- personally and professionally. He didn't want another CSI to be able to work with Ryan on a day-to-day basis, and possibly attract him in a romantic way. He wanted to have this man's back, at work and away from it.

His steps slowed as they entered his bedroom; it had been a very long time since he'd invited anyone here, male or female. And he had the feeling that Ryan would be the one and only person other than himself who would be in this room in a romantic capacity.

"What's wrong, Greg?" Ryan asked, as though he sensed something of his thoughts. The other man had stopped behind him, still holding his hand; Greg closed his eyes as Ryan stepped nearer and he felt warm breath on the back of his neck.

Ryan's lips were on his throat, moving down to his shoulder, sending a trail of sparks cartwheeling through his entire body. All he could think of was how those lips would feel elsewhere -- namely, between his legs. He wanted those lips everywhere on his body, on every inch of his skin.

"I was just .... thinking that you're going to be the only person who ever sees my bedroom again," Greg blurted out before he had time to think about what he was saying. He could feel a blush sweep over his face; those words were bound to give Ryan a bad impression.

"I've got the feeling that a lot of people might have seen your bedroom," Ryan answered, his voice barely a whisper. "And I hope that I"ll be the only person who does from now on. I'd hate to have to beat the crap out of anybody because they were touching my boyfriend."

"Not a lot," Greg murmured, wishing that he hadn't brought up the subject. He didn't want to give Ryan the impression that he'd been some kind of slut, when in truth, he wasn't that experienced with either sex. "I've never been into sleeping around."

"I didn't believe you were," Ryan said softly, pressing a last kiss against the back of Greg's neck. "Relax, Greg. This isn't some kind of test that you might fail. You're all tense, and you shouldn't be." His hands moved down Greg's side, coming to rest on his narrow hips.

"Sorry," Greg told him, managing to turn around and give Ryan a smile, though his heart was thumping at what felt like ten times its normal rate. "It's just kind of hard not to be nervous when this is the first time I've had a man in my bed for more than just a good time."

"What do you term a 'good time'?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just some fooling around and then falling asleep? That's nothing to be ashamed of, Greg. There's nothing wrong with two consenting adults taking pleasure in each other."

"No, there isn't -- but I want more than that," Greg said, feeling the blush rise to his cheeks again. "I want a real relationship. I don't want a few blow jobs and hand jobs and a lot of kissing and touching -- and then hearing somebody say that it was fun, but they don't want to get involved."

"You deserve so much more than that," Ryan told him, his voice soft and loving. "Greg, I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to run out on you. Whatever happens between us, tonight or any other night, I'm here for the long run. I'm not going to just bail on you."

"I won't bail on you, either," Greg whispered, turning in Ryan's arms to face him. He moved his hands down Ryan's sides, letting them come to rest at the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly as though he was going to pull it off over Ryan's head.

Without a word, Ryan raised his arms, letting Greg pull his shirt off and then reaching to do the same for the other man. Greg shivered slightly as the cool air touched his skin; his nipples were already hardened, giving mute testimony of his arousal.

He gasped as Ryan pulled him close again, their chests pressed against each other, his heart seeming to lurch as Ryan's hand moved down his back to rest on the rounded curves of his ass. Suddenly, all he wanted was to be out of his clothes, to have that hand on his bare skin.

His breath caught in his throat as Ryan's hands moved to the button and zipper on his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly and starting to slide them down his hips. It only took a moment for the denim to pool around his ankles, and for him to step out of the confining fabric.

He felt exposed and vulnerable, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs -- but he always felt this way with any new lover. Only this wasn't just anyone he was with, he reminded himself. This was the man he could be with for the rest of his life.

Slowly, his hands trembling, he reached for the zipper of Ryan's jeans, popping the button and starting to unzip them. His dark eyes widened as he realized that he wasn't feeling fabric under those jeans -- there was nothing but bare skin beneath his fingertips.

"I wouldn't have figured you for a guy who goes commando," he murmured, his fingers moving downward. It only took a moment for him to realize that Ryan's hand was doing the same; the other man's warm fingers slipped under the waistband of his underpants, starting to pull them down.

Why not let him? a voice in the back of his head asked him, almost sounding like a challenge. You want him He wants you. He's not like the other guys who just wanted to suck your cock and then leave. Take a chance. You've got nothing to lose.

Except his heart, Greg thought to himself, closing his eyes and swallowing hard. No, that wasn't entirely true. His heart was already lost. It had been from the first moment he'd seen Ryan, the first instant that he had looked into those incredible hazel-green eyes.

Ryan's hand was in his pants now, his other hand pushing the clinging fabric over Greg's ass and down his thighs until he was naked and exposed. His own arms slid around Ryan's waist, his hands instinctively moving to cup the other man's ass cheeks in his palms.

Greg gasped as Ryan pulled him closer, their cocks rubbing against each other as their bodies collided. Any thoughts he'd had of taking things slowly went out of his head; the only thing he could think of at this particular moment was how much he wanted Ryan.

To hell with the past. To hell with all of his fears. He wanted this man to make love to him. He wanted Ryan to lay him down on his bed, kiss him all over, and then take him over and over again. He wanted to belong to Ryan, completely and utterly.

But he was getting ahead of himself, Greg thought, taking a deep breath and trying to bring himself back to reality. He and Ryan had plenty of time to make love; they didn't have to rush into it tonight. Just being here together would be enough, at least for now.

Would either of them be satisfied with that for long? Greg didn't think so, but he wasn't going to hurry. He knew all too well how quickly pushing a relationship could make it fall apart, and he wasn't willing to take the risk of doing that. Not with Ryan.

As one, they moved towards the bed, Ryan lying down first and waiting for Greg to turn off the light on the table by the bed. Greg was surprised to realize that they didn't need the light; moonlight was pouring in through the window, illuminating the bed as brightly as daylight.

It only took seconds for Ryan to pull Greg into his arms; when their lips met, Greg was sure that he could feel fire flare down his spine and spread over his entire body. No one's touch had ever aroused him this much; no one had ever made him want them so desperately.

You're taking this slowly, remember? that voice in the back of his mind piped up again. Don't jump too far ahead. Take your time and get to know him. With difficulty, Greg managed to take heed of those words, even though his senses were screaming for more.

"Let's take it slow, okay?" he managed to say, his throat closing on the words. He wanted to tell Ryan that he wanted much more than this -- but at the same time, he wanted them to last, not to burn themselves out on the first night they spent together.

"We can move as slow or as fast as you want to, sweetheart," Ryan murmured, brushing a gentle kiss across Greg's forehead. Greg closed his eyes, letting himself relax in Ryan's embrace. Ryan understood; he didn't have to attempt to express his confused feelings in words.

Sighing contentedly, he wrapped his around Ryan's waist, settling comfortably into the other man's arms, surrendering and exposing himself to whatever Ryan chose to do. Whatever it would be, Greg knew that he would welcome it with all of his heart, body and soul.

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Next story in series - A Matter of Feeling.