Title: Go With the Flow
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Logan Echolls/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Veronica Mars /CSI: Miami
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Logan Echolls or Ryan Wolfe, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"That's a good movie," Logan murmured, shifting his position slightly so that he was leaning back against Ryan. He wouldn't have felt comfortable being this close to anyone else on a first date, but then, Ryan was unlike anyone he'd ever been out with before.

There was nothing about this man that made him feel uneasy. Nothing. It was as though Ryan had slipped into his life and settled there without him even knowing it, making a place for himself with more ease than Logan would ever have believed possible.

He didn't even feel uncomfortable about letting Ryan touch him, which was a first. How many times had other people tried to do that, and he'd made some excuse to move away and not let them touch him again? Too many to count, really. But Ryan was different.

His touch didn't feel intrusive; it actually felt good to have those cool, gentle hands on his skin. Logan almost wanted to take off his shirt so that Ryan could touch him more intimately, but he didn't know how to bring the subject up -- or even if Ryan wanted to take things that far.

Even as the thought coalesced in his mind, he could feel Ryan's fingers stroking across his stomach, over an exposed patch of skin between the waistband of his jeans and the hem of his shirt. Logan closed his eyes, arching his back, giving himself over to that gentle touch.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Ryan murmured, the words soft in Logan's ear. He nodded, not wanting the touching to stop, hoping against hope that Ryan's hand would move higher -- or lower. At the moment, he didn't care which, as long as Ryan kept touching his body.

Ryan's hand continued to move higher, under his shirt, pushing the fabric up with his other hand. Logan opened his eyes, turning his head to look up at the other man, words coming to his lips before he could think about them or stop himself from saying them out loud.

"I can take off my shirt if you want me to," he mumbled, feeling a blush start to come up in his cheeks. "I like how your hands feel," he added, not wanting Ryan to think that he was being pushy. "I want you to keep touching me. It'd just be easier if I had on fewer clothes."

"Only if you want to," Ryan said softly, bowing his head to brush his lips across Logan's. "I'm not going to push you into anything you're not ready for, Logan. If this is what you want, then we'll keep doing it. If it's not, just ask me to stop, and I will."

Logan nodded, sitting up and grasping the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head and toss it to the floor. He leaned back into Ryan's embrace again, closing his eyes as those strong arms wrapped around his waist to pull him close, those cool fingers splaying over his stomach.

What would it feel like to touch Ryan's bare skin? Logan couldn't help wondering about that, but this wasn't the time for speculation. He had to let himself relax, to enjoy what Ryan was doing to him. He had to concentrate on the moment, not on what might happen in the future.

Ryan's hand moved higher, fingers brushing over one nipple. The small pink bud instantly hardened under the slight pressure of the other man's gentle fingers; Logan couldn't hold back a soft moan, arching his back again, wanting more of Ryan's touch.

He gasped as those fingers circled his nipple, tweaking and teasing, the sensation seeming to move down through his body to settle between his legs. Logan shifted his hips, hoping that Ryan didn't notice just how aroused he was becoming.

"Don't fight it, Logan," Ryan whispered into his ear, his lips brushing against the younger man's cheek. "If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word. If you don't want me stop, then I won't. But don't fight what you're feeling, whatever it is. Just go with the flow."

Logan nodded, gasping as those fingers moved to his other nipple, stroking gently and patiently back and forth across the small bud until it was as hard and throbbing as the other. He was sure that he was going to explode if Ryan kept this up; nothing had ever felt this good.

Just when he was sure that he couldn't take any more, the gentle stimulation of his nipples stopped; Logan didn't know if he was grateful or disappointed. All he wanted was for this bliss to continue, not to stop suddenly with no warning.

His body stiffened as he realized that Ryan was laying him down on his back and bending over him, the other man looking down at him with affection in his gaze. Logan swallowed hard, trying to make himself relax. After all, Ryan had said that he would stop if he was told to.

"Don't be scared," Ryan whispered, reaching out a hand to trail gentle fingertips down Logan's cheek. "I won't hurt you, sweetheart. Like I said, if you don't like what I'm doing and you want me to stop, I will. No questions asked. Just try to trust me a little."

Logan nodded, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, willing his body to relax. Ryan hadn't done anything yet that had frightened him, or given him a bad feeling. He was going to trust this man, let Ryan do what he wanted and try to go with the flow, just as he'd said.

He gasped again when he felt the wet warmth of Ryan's mouth on one nipple; he'd thought that Ryan might want to unzip his jeans and move his hand lower, but the other man didn't seem to be thinking along those lines at all, which Logan was grateful for.

He wasn't sure that he was ready to be touched that intimately, but what Ryan was doing to him now was wonderful. The sensation of those warm, soft lips on his nipple made him moan and arch his back again; whatever Ryan was going to do at this point, he wouldn't protest.

That warm, moist tongue swirled around first one nipple, then the other; no one had ever taken the time to stimulate him like this before, and it felt wonderful. Logan cried out softly, raising his hands to twine his fingers through Ryan's hair and hold the other man's head against his chest.

He never wanted this to stop -- the gentle tugging at his nipples, the sensations that seemed to go right down to his cock, the feeling of being lifted on a wave of pleasure that grew and grew without cresting, the feeling of warmth that spread over his entire body.

Logan knew that he was dangerously close to coming, but he didn't care. He was ready to let Ryan have him in any way that the other man wanted, even if it meant giving up a part of himself that he'd never given to any man willingly before.

Ryan raised his head slightly, and Logan let his hands fall to his sides as the other man gazed down at him. He couldn't read what Ryan wanted to say in the depths of his eyes; he didn't know this man that well yet, but he was sure that knowledge would come with time.

"I want to be naked with you," Ryan whispered, the words startling Logan. He hadn't expected to hear that; he'd thought that Ryan would state that he wanted them to make love, or something along those lines. Simply being naked didn't sound threatening at all.

But wouldn't that lead to making love? a voice queried in the back of his mind. Would it be possible for them to be naked together, to lie side by side, holding each other, and not want to make love? Would they give in to physical desire and go too far?

And what was more, would they both regret it if it happened? Logan felt uncertain as to just what he should say; he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. As much as he wanted to go with the flow, the current was moving far too fast for him to deal with.

"Don't worry, Logan," Ryan said softly, reaching out to stroke his cheek again. "I'm not going to insist that we have sex. I just want to feel your skin next to mine. I want to hold you all night and have you wake up safe in my arms in the morning. But if you don't want to, that's fine."

"I do want to," Logan answered, surprising himself as the words slipped out. And he did want to. He wanted to lie naked beside Ryan, to let this man's hands roam all over his body, to touch Ryan as he was being touched. He wanted to be as close as he could to this man.

Well, as close as they could be without actually uniting their bodies. He wanted them to discover each other in the physical sense -- without taking it to the next level. Logan was fairly sure they could do that; he trusted Ryan not to push past his boundaries.

Ryan nodded, one hand going to the zipper of Logan's jeans. The younger man took a deep breath, closing his eyes and raising his hips. He didn't know just what would end up happening -- but he was more determined than ever to let this night take him where it would.

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Next story in series - On the Fast Track.