Title: Hypnotized
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Un-themed 4, mission_insane
Prompt: 6, Eyes
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.***
"That didn't take as long as I thought it would," Greg commented as he and Ryan lifted the bags of groceries out of the back seat of Ryan's car. "Whenever I go grocery shopping, it takes forever. I always get more than I was planning to. But you always know just what you want."
Ryan shrugged, feeling a little thrill of pleasure flow through him at Greg's words. Was it crazy that such a little compliment from his boyfriend could make him feel like he was on cloud nine? No one had ever given him those small compliments the way that Greg did.
"I don't usually like going grocery shopping, because I always used to go by myself," he said softly as they approached the front door of his apartment. "But I enjoy it now, because I'm with you. It's a lot more fun to push a cart around a grocery store when you have company."
"Yeah, it is," Greg answered, his own voice soft and husky. He set the four bags that he was carrying down to reach into the pocket of his jeans for his ring of keys, then turned to look at Ryan, flashing him a smile that made Ryan feel as though he was enveloped in warmth.
Greg's smile hypnotized him, made him feel as though he couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Somehow, that smile seemed to stop time, pulling him into its orbit until everything around him seemed far away and inconsequential. Nothing else mattered but the two of them.
Ryan put the bags he was carrying down, moving to pull Greg into his arms. He didn't care who might be able to see them; all he wanted to do was hold his boyfriend, to gaze into his eyes, to be hypnotized by Greg's presence. He wanted this feeling to last forever.
Apparently Greg felt the same, because he didn't protest when Ryan's arms went around him. Greg was as hypnotized as Ryan was, gazing into his lover's eyes, his own arms sliding around Ryan's waist under the winter coat he was wearing.
The warmth of Greg's body against his own made a fire rise within Ryan; all he could think of at the moment was kissing the man he loved. To hell with whoever might be looking; all they would see was two people in love, two people lost in each other, two people who belonged together.
When their lips met, Ryan felt as though he was spiraling up towards heaven; kissing Greg could always take him into another world. Nothing existed but the two of them; there was nowhere he wanted to be but here, in his boyfriend's arms, holding him and kissing him.
It seemed like a very long time before they broke the kiss and pulled slightly away from each other, both of them breathing hard. Ryan didn't take his eyes off Greg's face; he was still hypnotized by those beautiful dark eyes, those eyes that sparkled with life and love.
Those eyes promised so much -- and Ryan knew that Greg would deliver on that promise. This man had opened his heart and soul to him; Greg was his and always would be. Greg belonged in his life, in his arms, and in his heart. Greg was his, and he was Greg's.
Somehow, that fact seemed to simple and irrefutable. This might not have been what he'd expected to find when he'd come to Las Vegas to start a new life for himself, but now that he'd found this kind of love, he would never let it go. Greg would be in his life for the rest of their days.
Ryan couldn't look away from those dark eyes, those eyes that seemed to beckon to him to lean forward and kiss Greg again. How could he argue with that? He was hypnotized, drawn in, leaving the real world behind, losing any semblance of control.
He had no choice but to answer the call of those eyes, to let go and dive into their depths. All he could do was pull Greg close and kiss him again, one hand moving up to twine his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, the other hand moving down to cup his firm ass.
Greg's hands were all over his body, too; for a fleeting moment, Ryan was glad that their winter coats hid what their hands were doing from any prying eyes. Then the thought vanished; he didn't really care what anyone might think of what they were doing.
When they broke away from the second kiss, Ryan felt as if his senses were whirling like a merry-go-round; it took him a few moments to catch his breath, even longer to be able to speak. He couldn't form any coherent words; they were all jumbled up in his mind.
He was hypnotized by the look in Greg's eyes, the expression on his face; he couldn't tear his gaze away from that beautiful smile, and the love that was reflected in those deep, dark eyes. He wanted to gaze into those eyes forever, to stay hypnotized for the rest of his life.
Of course, they couldn't stand here gazing into each other's eyes all day; it was cold, and they had to get the groceries inside and put them away. Reluctantly, Ryan finally looked away from Greg, leaning down to pick up the bags of groceries as his boyfriend opened the door.
Silently, they went inside and deposited the bags of groceries on the counter in the kitchen; then, as though they each had the same thought in their minds, they turned to each other again, moving into each other's arms and embracing, their lips meeting in yet another kiss.
This time, there was more desperation to their kiss; it was as though they wanted to devour each other, to melt into each other's bodies until they became one entity. If that could happen, Ryan thought, his senses whirling even as thought crossed his mind, he'd be the happiest man in the world.
He didn't want to let go of Greg; he could stand here and hold his boyfriend forever, kissing him until the world stopped turning and it all went black. As long as Greg was in his arms, the end of the world wouldn't matter, because they would still be together.
He was completely hypnotized by everything about Greg; not just his eyes or his touch or his kiss, but the way he moved, the timbre of his voice, his smile, his joy, his exuberance, his joie de vivre. This man had captured his heart, his soul, and his imagination.
Greg owned his heart and always would. But more importantly, Greg had shown him the path to finding his own happiness, in ways that Ryan could never have imagined. Before he met Greg, he had been existing, not really living. Greg had shown him how to live and be happy.
He'd been happy in Miami, in his own way. But there had always been something missing; he had never truly fallen in love, or let himself open up and trust to the core of his being. With Greg, he'd been able to do just that, and he was a much happier person for it.
No one had ever hypnotized him in the way that Greg did. No one had ever captured his heart, made him feel as though he could be happy for the rest of eternity as long as they were in his arms. And no one had ever loved him in the way that Greg did.
Ryan raised a hand to push a lock of hair back from Greg's face, his gaze riveted to his boyfriend's face. Had there ever been a more beautiful man ever created? Ryan didn't think so; Greg's features hypnotized him, drew him in, made him want to touch, explore, feel.
"I love you," Ryan whispered, his fingertips trailing down Greg's cheek, then to his lips, to trace their outline. Such beautifully soft lips, he told himself, a smile curving his own lips without him realizing it. Soft lips that he loved to kiss, and that he would kiss for the rest of his life.
"I love you, too," Greg answered, raising both hands to cup Ryan's face. Ryan was sure that he was going to get lost in that intent gaze, in those gorgeous dark eyes that seemed to hypnotize him. With an effort, he pulled himself back to reality.
"We really should get the groceries put away," he managed to say, his voice very soft. He couldn't speak any louder at the moment; he was still halfway in the alternate universe that he could swear he fell into whenever Greg looked into his eyes and hypnotized him.
"Yeah, we should," Greg agreed, reluctantly letting Ryan go and turning away from him to start taking their groceries out of the bags. "Let's hurry up and get this done, and then go spend the rest of the afternoon in bed. I can't think of anywhere else we should be."
"There's nowhere else I want to be," Ryan agreed with a soft laugh as he opened the refrigerator door to put away the gallon of milk. His heart raced at the thought of taking Greg to bed in just a few minutes -- and he knew that those minutes wouldn't go by quickly enough to suit him.***
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