Title: Give You All My Love
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe/Zeke Barnes
Fandom: CSI: Miami/A Gifted Man
Rating: NC-17
Table: stories_a_z
Prompt: G
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Ryan Wolfe or Zeke Barnes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Zeke's breath caught in his throat as he watched Ryan turn the key in the lock, swinging the door of his apartment open and stepping back for Zeke to enter. This was it, he told himself. There was no turning back once he crossed that threshold.

He didn't want to turn back, he assured himself as he stepped through the door, then turned to wait for Ryan to come in after him. He wanted to be here; he wanted to be with Ryan, in his apartment, in his arms, in his bed. If he hadn't want it, he wouldn't be here.

Maybe this was a good way to get hurt, going home with a man he'd only met a couple of times and had one dinner date with. But something told him that Ryan wasn't like some of the men he'd dated in New York -- he wasn't the type of man who was just out for one thing.

And he also wasn't the type who used people and then threw them away, Zeke told himself firmly. Ryan was a good person; he'd gotten that vibe from him the first time they'd met. What was more, he was a cop -- well, sort of a cop. He was a CSI, and they worked closely with the police.

Ryan was a man he could trust. Not only that, but he was gorgeous, sexy, and more intelligent than anyone Zeke had ever been out with -- at least, that was what he seemed to be. Maybe he'd find out differently later, but at the moment, he had a high opinion of the man he was with.

Ryan locked the door behind them, tossing his keys on the small table near the door. "I'll give you the grand tour if you want it, but there isn't much to see," he said with a soft laugh, almost sounding embarrassed. "I don't do a lot of entertaining, so it's a little messy."

"I don't care if it's messy," Zeke said, his voice soft and husky. "I don't think I'll be seeing much of the place tonight except for the ceiling in your bedroom. And maybe the pillows. And hopefully you," he added with a smile. "I want to see you more than anything else."

"You can see all of me that you want to see," Ryan told him, his voice soft as he moved towards Zeke to slide strong arms around his waist. "You're not the kind of guy who beats around the bush, are you?" he asked, sounding amused. "I like that."

"I want you, Ryan," Zeke murmured, unable to keep the words back. "I know you might just want me for one night -- but I'm willing to take that chance. I feel like there's something more between us than just a physical attraction. I want this to last past one night, but I want this night, too."

"So do I," Ryan breathed, his voice soft in Zeke's ear. "And you're right -- there is more between us than just a physical thing. I've felt a connection to you since I first met you, Zeke. I want this to last a lot longer than one night. I want it to last forever."

"Me too," Zeke managed to say before Ryan's lips were on his, the kiss taking his breath away. Without another word, Ryan backed away and took Zeke's hand, inclining his head towards the hallway that Zeke was sure led to his bedroom.

He let Ryan lead him down that hallway, his heartbeat quickening in anticipation. Maybe he was crazy to give himself so fully to this man so soon, but he had a bond with Ryan that he'd never felt with anyone else. And he believed everything that the other man had said.

When they reached the bedroom, Ryan turned to Zeke, pulling him into those strong arms again, their lips meeting eagerly. The need that had been simmering within Zeke ever since Ryan had picked him up that evening burst into full flame, unable to be held back any longer.

Ryan's hands were moving down his body, tugging at his clothes, insistent without saying a single word. He reached for the buttons on his shirt with trembling hands, undoing them as quickly as he could and pulling the fabric from his body, tossing it to the floor.

Ryan removed his own shirt at the same time, then quickly wrapped his arms around Zeke again. Now that they were skin to skin, Zeke could feel desire pounding through his veins, threatening to overwhelm him. He needed Ryan, more desperately than he'd ever needed anyone.

"I want to make love to you all night," Ryan whispered into his ear, one hand moving to Zeke's pants, those nimble fingers starting to unbuckle his belt. "If you've got any doubts about this, you'd better say so now, Zeke. Once I get you undressed, there's no turning back."

Zeke shook his head, swallowing hard before he could get any words out. His tongue felt thick, unable to form the words he wanted to say, but he finally managed it. "I don't want to turn back," he whispered, his gaze meeting Ryan's. "I want you to make love to me."

He never knew just how they managed to get each other's pants off, but in what only seemed like seconds, they were both lying on the bed, Zeke on his back and Ryan straddling him. When the other man bent down to brush his lips against Zeke's, he gasped, the touch like an electric shock.

How long had it been since he'd been with anyone? Far too long, judging from his body's reaction. All he wanted was for Ryan to be inside him, to wrap his legs around that slim body and draw Ryan even deeper, for the two of them to become one.

Ryan reached for the bedside table without taking his gaze from Zeke's face; Zeke knew that he was getting a tube of lubricant, and the knowledge made his heart rate speed up even more. This was going to happen; Ryan was going to be inside him within mere minutes.

He raised his hips as Ryan's hand moved down, his eyes widening when one finger pressed inside him. But he didn't cry out; instead, he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation as a second finger joined the first, both digits probing inside him and finding his prostate.

When those fingers stroked across his prostate, Zeke did cry out, unable to hold the sound back. He wasn't sure, but he thought he cried Ryan's name; the sound brought a smile to the other man's lips, and he bent down to kiss Zeke again, his lips more insistent this time.

Zeke wound his arms around Ryan's neck, pulling him down, not wanting this man to stop kissing him. "I need you, Ryan," he gasped, his hips jerking again as Ryan's fingers stroked across his prostate again. "I need you inside me. Now."

Ryan nodded, letting his fingers slip out of Zeke, sliding his hands under Zeke's hips to lift his lower body slightly. "Your wish is my command, beautiful," he whispered, his gaze locking with Zeke's as he positioned himself, his cock nudging against Zeke's entrance before he pressed forward.

Zeke cried out again when Ryan entered him, his arms tightening around the other man's neck, his senses swirling in a maelstrom of sensation that seemed to come at him from all sides. He was already more than halfway to climax; he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for long.

He wanted to give Ryan everything that he had to give; he wanted to take this man inside him and hold him there forever. The two of them belonged together; he knew that more surely than he'd ever known anything else. Ryan was already a part of his life, his heart, his soul.

Without thinking about what he was doing, he wrapped his long legs around Ryan's waist, urging the other man on even as Ryan thrust into him hard and deep. The motion evoked a gasp from Zeke's throat, his arms and legs tightening around the man who was making love to him.

It only took them a few moments to find a rhythm, their bodies melding as though they were lovers of long practice. Somehow, their bodies seemed to know each other, as though they'd been lovers in some other life, coming together with the ease of long familiarity.

Ryan had been meant for him, Zeke thought as he cried out Ryan's name, his thighs tightening against the other man's side. They were a perfect fit, their bodies sliding together as if they'd always been a part of each other. He had been made for Ryan, created to be a part of him.

He could feel his orgasm uncoiling, ready to burst upon him within a second's notice. This couldn't last for much longer; Ryan was already panting, his thrust becoming more erratic, and Zeke was sure that he was on the edge of climax as well.

Only a few seconds more .... His muscles tightened again as Ryan thrust into him one last time, and then he was flying through the stars, unaware that he'd cried out Ryan's name yet again, hearing nothing other than his own name on Ryan's lips as the other man let himself go.

Zeke closed his eyes, feeling as though he was floating through space, held safely in Ryan's arms as the two of them plummeted back down to the ground. He was right where he wanted to be, safe with his lover, the only person he ever wanted to be with again.

For several long moments, they both lay still, luxuriating in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Finally, Ryan pulled out of Zeke slowly, rolling off of him onto his side, his arms wrapping around Zeke's waist to pull him close as they lay side by side.

"Zeke, I ...." Ryan's voice was husky with emotion; he cleared his throat before he spoke again, raising a hand to brush Zeke's dark hair out of his eyes. "That was the most incredible experience of my entire life. Nobody else has ever made me feel the way you do."

"I feel the same way," Zeke murmured, snuggling closer against Ryan. "I feel like you and I have known each other before, Ryan. I never believed in reincarnation or anything like that -- but I can't shake this feeling that we've been lovers in some other time and place."

"That might be true," Ryan said softly, raising himself up on one elbow and reaching out to stroke Zeke's cheek. "Zeke, I want to give you all my love, in every way that I can. Not just in the physical sense, but my heart, too." His dark gaze was serious, his words soft when he spoke again. "Would you take it?"

Zeke didn't hesitate for a moment before he nodded in acquiescence. This was what he'd wanted from the moment that he'd first seen Ryan and gazed into those incredible green eyes. He wanted this man, heart, body and soul, in every way that they could possible be entwined.

"Yes, I'll take it," he finally said, his words very soft and quiet in the stillness of the room. "And I'll give you all my love, too, Ryan. Everything I have to give. We might both be taking a chance, but I don't think so. I think we were meant for each other, in every way."

Even as he spoke the words, he knew that he'd never said anything as true in his life. He belonged to Ryan, in a way that he had never belonged to anyone else, and never would. This was where he belonged, here in Ryan's arms, in his bed. He had found his way home.

Strange that he'd had to come all the way to Chicago to do that -- and also strange that he hadn't thought for a moment about what he'd left behind ever since he'd met Ryan. Maybe that was just more proof that the two of them had been destined for each other.

Moving to Chicago had been the best thing he'd ever done for himself, Zeke thought contentedly as he closed his eyes and moved closer to Ryan. He hadn't expected to find the love of his life here, but apparently that old saying about good things coming when they were least expected was true.

He would keep giving Ryan all of his love -- and everything else within him, he told himself as he began to drift off to sleep in Ryan's arms. All that he had already belonged to this man -- not only his heart and soul, but every part of who he was, and who he could become.

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