Title: Generate Some Heat
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Weather, mission_insane
Prompt: 9, Humid
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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Greg raised his arm, wiping sweat off his brow with his forearm. It seemed that at least once every couple of years, the air conditioning system in the crime lab broke down, and even with the aid of fans in every room, it still felt like it was hotter than the ninth circle of hell.

He was used to the heat, of course, having grown up in the California sun. But that didn't mean he liked being overheated, he thought sourly. He'd much prefer to have the air conditioning fixed as soon as possible; this humidity was making it hard to concentrate.

Ryan didn't look as though he was faring much better, though Greg privately thought that his boyfriend was more used to this kind of extreme heat than he was. After all, Ryan had lived in Miami for all of his life before he'd moved here, and it was really hot there.

"Ry, was it ever like this in Miami?" he asked before he thought better of the question, turning to look over at his boyfriend. "I've never been there, but everybody I know who has been says it's like living in the middle of hell in the summer, unless you're near the beach."

Ryan laughed, first shaking his head, then nodding ruefully. "Yeah, if your air conditioning breaks down, it's pretty much like this," he admitted, wiping a hand across his forehead. "And it's a lot more humid there, so it's even worse, really. Be glad we're in Vegas."

"Worse than this?" Greg rolled his eyes, making a face. "Yeah, I'm really glad we're here and not there, then." He sighed, turning back to the painstaking work he was doing to reconstruct a piece of evidence. "Being this hot just makes the work seem that much harder."

"I can't argue with that." Ryan's tone was rueful, and Greg could swear that he sounded more than a little disoriented. He hoped that Ryan wasn't gong to pass out from the heat; he'd be surprised if that happened, since Ryan should be used to it.

He glanced over at his boyfriend again, deciding that the tone of Ryan's voice came from him being focused on what he was doing. Maybe he should try to ignore the extreme heat and get to work, just as Ryan was doing. But it was hard to concentrate in this humidity.

He'd really rather just stand here and look at Ryan, he thought, casting another sidelong look at the other man. He'd never seen anyone who could make a t-shirt and jeans look so incredibly sexy; those muscular biceps sent a shiver of appreciation down his spine.

No one else seemed to look at Ryan in the way he did, unless they threw surreptitious glances at him and Greg simply missed seeing them. If he did, then he was glad of it. The last thing he wanted was to get himself and Ryan into trouble by throwing a jealous fit.

And he would do it, too, he thought with an inward sigh. Where Ryan was concerned, he couldn't seem to control his temper. He didn't like even the idea of anyone else looking appreciatively at his boyfriend; if he saw them doing it, there would be hell to pay.

No one at the crime lab did things like that -- well, other than Morgan, and she always looked at him. Ryan had kept his temper about that; he knew that Greg was repulsed by her, and that there was no doubt of Greg belonging to him and only him.

The things those hands could do to him .... Greg drifted off into a daydream, not realizing that he was watching Ryan closely until his boyfriend looked over at him with a grin. "Hey, what are you staring at? Is my hair all messed up or something?"

Greg blinked, blushing as he realized what he'd been doing. "No, your hair is fine," he murmured, turning back to his work. He shouldn't have been looking at Ryan like that, probably with longing in his eyes -- anybody could have walked in and seen him.

It wouldn't take much for people to put two and two together -- and make seven. Then the two of them would be the talk of the crime lab -- and even if the rumors only stayed at the rumor stage, they'd be enough to have Ecklie watching the two of them pretty closely.

It was hard enough to keep their secret from the people they worked with on a daily basis; Greg didn't want to have to be even more circumspect during their working hours. He had to stop watching Ryan, had to be more careful about letting his thoughts run rampant.

The heat was conducive to slacking off, but he couldn't keep doing that. He had always prided himself on being a good CSI, and he wasn't going to rest on that reputation. He didn't want anyone saying that he didn't get his work done, especially when it wasn't true.

Greg sighed, looking down at the pieces of evidence. They were much less interesting than looking at Ryan; for some reason, he just didn't feel like doing his job today. All he wanted to do was watch his boyfriend, feast his eyes on the man he loved.

In this humidity, Ryan's t-shirt was sticking to his skin; he was quite a sight to behold, at least to Greg's eyes. He was glad that they were working alone in here; he didn't think he'd be able to control his temper if anyone else looked at Ryan in the way that he was doing right now.

He admired the ripple of muscle in Ryan's biceps, imagined them being in bed when they got home, those strong arms wrapping around him, those hands stroking his skin. He closed his eyes, letting himself sink even deeper into the fantasy, imagining Ryan's lips on his ....

"Greg!" Ryan's voice brought him back to the present with a jerk, his eyes opening wide. "Babe, I know it's hot and that makes it hard to concentrate, but we've got to get this done before we go home in the morning. Come on, stop dreaming and get to work!"

Ryan's voice had the edge of laughter to it; when Greg blinked and looked at him, he was smiling, gesturing to the work in front of Greg. All he wanted to do was to gaze into those green eyes, lose himself in their depths, and forget that there was work to be done.

But he couldn't do that, not here; there was a time and a place for everything, and working hours definitely weren't the time to fantasize about his boyfriend making love to him. He could do that when they were at home -- and better yet, he could get the real thing, not just a fantasy.

It wold be just their luck if their air conditioner at home decided to break down in this humidity -- but he wasn't going to think like that, Greg told himself hastily. If he did, it could end up being a self-fulfilling prophecy -- and it was bad enough that he was melting here at work.

He didn't want to deal with the same thing at home, too. So he would try to concentrate on his work, stop looking at his boyfriend and thinking about being at home alone with him, and get things done so that they could go home to their nice cool apartment.

He couldn't wait to get there, he told himself with an inward smile as he turned his attention back to his work. Maybe dealing with the heat at work would be worth it, once they were at home behind closed doors and were generating some heat of their own.

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