Title: Fever
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: Inspired By Songs, mission_insane
Prompt: 7, Fever
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 Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg fell onto the bed, rolling over onto his back and opening his arms to Ryan. His boyfriend fell on top of him, those strong, muscular arms wrapping around Greg's waist, pulling him close, one hand moving down to cup a firm, rounded buttock.

Greg couldn't hold back a soft moan as he wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck, their lips meeting in a kiss that took his breath away. He was burning, consumed with need for this man, wanting nothing more than for Ryan to touch him, taste him, take him.

For just a moment, they were a tangle of arms, legs, and tongues as they rolled over, their bodies adjusting to the position they were in. Greg moaned softly against Ryan's mouth, his body going limp in the other man's arms, surrendering himself to Ryan's touch.

All he wanted was to lose himself in the myriad of sensations pouring through his body; he wanted to let himself be immersed in Ryan, to drown in the feel of this man's body on his. He wanted to breathe Ryan in, to take his lover into his heart, body and soul.

Nothing had ever felt as good as Ryan's touch; nothing had ever lifted him to such dizzying heights as Ryan's lovemaking could. He had been meant for this man from the moment of his birth; he had always been intended for Ryan, long before they'd ever met.

Every time they made love, he grew more convinced of that fact. He and Ryan were perfect for each other; their bodies, hearts and souls blended in a way that made him feel they weren't two entities, but that each of them was one half of a while that could only be completed by the other.

He was burning with a fever that could only be satiated by one man; he needed Ryan's soothing, cooling touch to ease that burning, to bring that fever under control. It was raging hot and high at the moment, a fever that couldn't be brought down.

He'd never needed anyone in the way that he needed Ryan. Only this man's touch could give him what he most wanted; only Ryan could touch him and make the rest of the world disappear, make him feel as though there was nothing in the world but the two of them.

He was already prepared for them to make love; they'd spent a long time at the foreplay, lying on the couch in the living room, not paying any attention to the movie that they'd supposedly been watching. They had both stripped bare already, their clothes forgotten and unwanted.

Greg had wanted Ryan to take him on the couch, but Ryan had insisted that the bed would be much more comfortable. After all, his boyfriend had told him with a devilish smile, they'd probably be in bed for a long time -- and he wanted to have plenty of room.

When Ryan spoke like that, with such promise in his voice, Greg always felt a chill down his spine. A chill that immediately turned to flame, the fever for Ryan already rising within him, ready to flare up from a spark into a raging conflagration at any moment.

He'd never felt the fever for Ryan raging as hot and high as it was at this moment; he wanted this man more than he could possibly put into words. If he tried to tell Ryan just how he was feeling, he knew that he'd never be able to make a sound; he would only pant incoherently.

Ryan pulled away slightly to look down at him, all the love that he felt for Greg written in his eyes. That gaze took Greg's breath away; he wanted to drown in those beautiful eyes, to lose himself in those moss-green depths. He couldn't have looked away if he'd tried.

One hand moved down Greg's side, soft fingertips stroking over his skin; that hand moved down to his hip, then between his legs, gently pushing his thighs apart. Greg spread his legs willingly, arching his back, his body hungry for Ryan's touch.

One finger slipped inside him, then another; Greg knew that he didn't need this extra preparation, but he could still revel in the feeling of being touched so intimately by the man he loved. He would never turn away Ryan's touch, even though he was eager for much more than that.

He wanted Ryan inside him, wanted to be filled by much more than those long, slender fingers that knew exactly how to send him soaring into the clouds. He wanted their bodies to be joined in the most primal way possible, for his hear and soul to fuse with Ryan's along with his body.

Within seconds, those slender fingers were sliding out of him; Ryan was positioning himself against Greg's entrance, their gazes meeting and holding, each of them saying so much without words. There were no words needed; they could read each other's hearts.

When Ryan drove inside him, Greg could do nothing but cry out his lover's name and grip Ryan's shoulders, his nails inadvertently digging into the other man's flesh. Neither of them noticed the slight twinge of pain; they were both too focused on the pleasure they both felt.

Each forward thrust of Ryan's hips lifted him higher into the stratosphere; his legs were wrapped tightly around his boyfriend's waist, his own hips rising to meet each thrust. There had never been pleasure like this; nothing he'd ever felt before could possibly match it.

Greg could feel the fever within him rising higher; he wondered just how high the flames that burned in his heart and soul for the man who was making love could burn before they were extinguished, just how much pleasure his body could take before it was pushed past the point of no return.

He knew that he couldn't last long, not with Ryan pushing him so close to the edge so quickly; they both needed this, needed the quick rise to the top, the fever that was inside them being set free to rage to its highest point before they both tumbled to the ground.

Once this first mad rush was over, then they could relax and bask in the afterglow; and when they made love a second time, they would take things much more slowly, savoring each moment of their closeness, taking their time and enjoying each moment to the fullest extent.

But now, this was what they both needed; this wild, frenzied satiation of the fever that burned within them both, the union of not only their bodies, but their souls as well, as they reached for a pleasure that was much more than purely physical.

Greg cried out Ryan's name as he reached the peak and threw himself over the edge, feeling as though he was tumbling through space and trusting that he would land safely in Ryan's arms before the crashed to the ground after flying so high amongst the clouds.

He could feel his lover's release, and knew that Ryan was joining him in the downward plunge. The other man's arms were wrapped around him, Ryan's lips on his, cushioning that fall so that he would land softly and safely, protected in Ryan's warm embrace.

For several long moments, neither man could speak; Greg was busy catching his breath, and he was sure that Ryan was doing the same. He could feel the fever within him receding, slowly banking the flames until they were no more than a glow in his heart.

"That was incredible," Ryan whispered into his ear, one hand moving down Greg's back. "I don't know about you, but I could be up for that again in a few minutes. But slower this time. I don't think I've got the energy to go like that again. You wear me out, babe."

"Yeah?" Greg laughed softly at Ryan's words, looking up at his boyfriend with love in his eyes. "You do the same to me, y'know. And more than that," he added, his voice soft and loving. "You make me feel safe, and protected, and loved -- and more satisfied than I've ever been."

"You make me feel the same way," Ryan murmured, brushing his lips across Greg's. "I love you so much, Greg. More than I thought I could ever love anybody. You're not just my lover -- you're my soul mate. The person I was meant to be with."

Greg's eyes filled with tears at Ryan's words; he could only nod, sniffling a little as he buried his face in his boyfriend's shoulder. "I love you, too," he managed to whisper, struggling to compose his voice. "More than I can even start to put into words."

The fever that had raged in him when their bodies were joined was banked now, though he knew that all it would take was one caress from Ryan to make the flames of desire leap up again -- flames that he wanted to burn high and wild, overwhelming him in every way.

But for now, he was happy just to lie here in Ryan's arms, and to let that fever cool down, at least for a while. Who knew what could happen later? He smiled to himself at the thought, knowing that their evening was just getting started -- and that they would make the most of every moment.

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