Title: The Kind of Moment
By: mickeylover303
Pairing: Ryan/Greg
Rating: R
Words: 2304
Summary: Three months, two weeks, and more than one kiss later.

Greg stood outside the door of the unfamiliar apartment as he took his phone out of his pocket (the same one he nearly lost last year) and dialed a familiar number. He called Ryan earlier before he actually came here; the other man unknowingly letting Greg know he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Or Ryan wasn’t going anywhere until tomorrow at least.
 
But still, it was good for Greg because it meant he didn’t have to stay outside for much longer.
 
The phone only rang once before Ryan answered.
 
“Hey, again.”
 
“Hey yourself,” Greg said while a grin formed on his face as he tried not to make too much noise in case Ryan heard him.
 
“I thought you had to go somewhere?”
 
“What? You don’t want to talk to me, now?” Greg asked teasingly; almost unable to hide his excitement. The last time he’d seen Ryan was when the other man had been in Vegas, which was also the first time he met Ryan. From then on, they’d mostly stick to phone conversations.  It was really all they could do sincethey lived so far away from each other.
 
So, of course when the opportunity to come to Florida presented itself, Greg didn’t hesitate to take it. Though, it wasn’t one of his better ideas and he really hadn’t done something this impetuous in a while. For one thing, Greg didn’t even know where he and Ryan stood outside that one night in his apartment, as far as having a relationship went. And though he was going to be in Miami, anyway, showing up on unannounced on Ryan’s doorstep was more than just a gamble because Greg had already admitted to himself that he liked Ryan and actually wanted to see how far they'd go.
 
And he was resolved in his decision that it was a risk he was willing to take.
 
“Well, considering how much time talking to you takes....”
 
“Like you actually have better things to do.”
 
Ryan laughed into the phone; a sound Greg remembered well...to the point where it was becoming audible outside of his mind. He stilled momentarily when he heard footsteps coming from inside Ryan’s apartment, wondering but quickly dismissing the idea that Ryan knew where he was.
 
“Really, though,” Greg began, “I wanted to ask you about something with no return address that I got in the mail.”
 
“And your point being?” Ryan asked, scoffing into the phone. “I know a lot of people who get things in the mail. As a matter fact, I’m going to get my mail right…”
 
When Ryan opened the door, Greg greeted him with a broad smile, his cell phone still pressed against his ear.
 
“…now,” Ryan finished. He stood in the door way, apparently in a stupor as he looked at the man in front of him.
 
“Did I mention it came from Miami?” Greg asked while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, which seemed to bring Ryan back to reality.
 
“Your Spanish accent is atrocious,” he said flatly.
 
“I haven’t seen you in months and the first thing you talk about when you see me is my bad accent?” Greg asked, closing his phone and placing it in his pocket.
 
“Because you do it on purpose even though you know how bad it is.”
 
“If I don’t use it anymore, will you let me in?”
 
Ryan rolled his eyes as he retreated into the apartment, giving Greg room to enter before he closed and locked the door. “You’ll know I’ll let you anyway.”
 
“And I also know you’re avoiding the question.”
 
“What question?” Ryan asked, his body becoming slightly tense.
 
“About my package from Miami,” Greg said; this time forgoing the accent. “Was it from you?”
 
“...yeah,” Ryan admitted reluctantly, almost embarrassedly as he crossed his arms, gaze still on Greg.
 
Greg already surmised that package was from Ryan; since the other man was the only person he knew who lived in Florida, and tomorrow was Valentine’s Day. Though, he could understand why Ryan didn’t want to acknowledge that he sent the package. While it was clear they were comfortable around each other (the first time they met being the prime example), Greg wasn’t sure how to approach the subject of Valentine’s Day; particularly when considering the fact that he and Ryan hadn’t really known each other that long and what little they did know about each other was learned through talking on the phone.
 
Though, ironically, the subject of Valentine’s Day hadn’t really come up.
 
Personally, Greg didn’t go out of his way to indulge in the holiday, but of course that didn’t mean Ryan was the same. Consequently, Greg found the timing of attending a conference highly convenient and figured it would not only be an opportunity to see Ryan, again, but also a way of insinuating a Valentine’s Day gift if that subject ever came up.
 
It just wasn’t something he would say out loud.
 
When Ryan didn’t elaborate, Greg regarded the other man questioningly, but the tone of his voice was somewhat hesitant. “Because of what tomorrow is, right?”
 
“You came all the way here to ask me that?” Ryan asked warily; though, he didn’t seem as uncomfortable as he did before; his body instead becoming more relaxed.
 
“Actually, I came all the way here for a ballistics conference. I just thought you wouldn’t mind if I stopped by to see how you were doing.”
 
Ryan snorted at the response, his arms uncrossing as he walked to stand directly in front of Greg. “How long has it been, again?” he whispered. He was breathing deliberately, as if he was trying to repress some emotion, not yet wanting Greg to see.
 
Greg felt his breath hitch when he saw Ryan’s eyes darken. The answer to the other man’s question on the tip of his tongue, forced to the back of his throat when Ryan suddenly crushed their lips together; taking hold of Greg’s sides and pushing him against the wall. Ryan’s hands slipped under the fabric of his shirt, firmly kneading his skin and Greg found his arms reaching of around Ryan’s neck, bringing the other man closer and further engaging him in the kiss.
 
Then, Ryan pulled back suddenly, faced flushed and breath coming in quick pants as he stared at Greg. But he didn’t remain stagnant long as he put one of his legs in between Greg’s, his cock hard and pressing into Greg’s thigh. And Greg couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him when one of Ryan’s hands reached into his jeans; quickly undoing the buttons and forming a tight grip around Greg’s cock.
 
Greg bucked against the action; his toes curling inside his of shoes to the point where it was becoming painful. He gasped again when felt something wet on the side of his neck, subconsciously exposing his neck when he realised it was Ryan’s lips attached to his skin; tongue swirling around the area and Ryan’s mouth seemingly trying to devour him.
 
He more or less heard Ryan moan something, the words not completely decipherable and Greg could only nod his head agreeably. Ryan’s hand was stroking his cock faster, increasing the pressure as he clenched his fingers around it. It was then that Greg lost any sense of coherency as his body began to move up and down on its own accord; trying to synchronise with Ryan’s motions, anything to hold on to the warmth surrounding his cock.
 
When Ryan suddenly removed his hand, Greg could vaguely make out a kind of pitiful whimper. Later on, he would deny that he ever made those noises during sex, but for now he couldn’t care less about the fact that he did it again. Nor would he care too much about the fact that Ryan would make a habit of smiling against his neck, like he was doing now; mouth pressed against the drops of perspiration on Greg’s skin.
 
But it didn’t really matter because those same lips had found their way back to Greg’s mouth, successfully distracting Greg until he felt Ryan’s cock brush against his own; not completely aware of when the other man had the time to even take it out. Ryan started slowly, building a rhythm and a kind of consistency that was rapidly lost when he began to quicken his pace.
 
Grabbing a handful of Ryan’s hair, Greg groaned when his cock met Ryan’s again, thrusting his hips into the other man. He bit his upper lip in anticipation when Ryan’s breath ghosted over his mouth, breath warm and doing nothing other than heightening the need for friction between them.
 
Until Greg found his that his eyes were closing and that he was seriously considering the possibility of them rolling to the back of his head. The beginnings of a whine were covered forcefully by Ryan’s mouth, muffling the sound as Greg arched against the other man, turning into a low moan.
 
“Wow…that was…” Greg blinked twice, trying to clear his vision as his heart continued to pulsate rapidly, small tremors travelling through his frame as he slowly gyrated his pelvis into Ryan’s; not bothered by the mess of semen between them.
 
“…yeah,” Ryan agreed as he rested his head on Greg’s shoulder. “It’s been a while.”
 
“We should…we should, uh, do that…”
 
“Do that more often?”
 
“Yeah…” Greg was finally able to say, arms still around Ryan as he tried to not to let all of his body weight rest on the other man.
 
“We’re sticky,” Ryan said needlessly, rubbing his groin against Greg’s one more time.
 
Greg’s body jolted at the action, and he felt himself pulling Ryan even closer while he dealt with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Not ready to move,” Greg countered, happier he now sounded a little bit more lucid, which, much too Greg’s dismay, didn’t seem to be much of a problem for Ryan.
 
“But we’re sticky,” Ryan said again, and by the grimace on his face, Greg could tell he was imagining the semen on their clothes, somewhat aware of how anal retentive Ryan could be at times.
 
Greg kept his arms around Ryan, not intending to let him go in the case that the other man was possibly the only thing holding him up at this point. “I don’t think I can move.”
 
“Come on, Greg, it’s really sticky.”
 
While he did share some of Ryan’s general dislike of being sticky, Greg still didn’t let go. He knew Ryan could probably escape his hold and knew the other man wasn’t that bothered by it if he wasn’t really trying to get free. “Answer one question and I’ll let you go.”
 
“One question?” Ryan asked skeptically, his own hold on Greg slightly loosening.
 
“One…for the sake of curiosity and the fact that I can be impatient.”
 
“…okay,” Ryan agreed, albeit tentatively.
 
“What was in the package, anyway?”
 
“You didn’t open it?” Ryan asked and Greg could detect something that almost sounded like relief in his voice, which only confirmed Greg’s early notion that it was a gift from Ryan and only fuel his interest as to what it was and why Ryan seemed so embarrassed about it.
 
“My flight got here yesterday and I asked Nick to pick up any mail for me while I was gone. He called me while I was at the hotel and told me about it.” Greg didn’t mention the fact that Nick was also a little suspicious and was ready to give Greg the Third Degree to find out who sent the package; especially since he knew Greg was in Miami, where the package originally came. Not that it was anything unusual since Nick was someone that Greg actively spoke to and told everything to; only neglecting that little detail as to exactly who it was that Greg had been supposedly “seeing” lately, which was also something that irked the older man.
 
But that was only because Nick was steadily becoming more…concerned – for lack of a better euphemism – the closer Greg was becoming to actually earning the status of CSI…failed proficiency test aside.
 
“Nick?”
 
Greg remained quiet for a moment before deciding to answer. “You’ll have to meet him one day,” he said cryptically, not wanting to scare Ryan off just yet.
 
“Tell me why I don’t like the sound of that?”
 
“Because it doesn’t sound suspiciously like I’m trying to set you up to meet a friend who I sometimes like to think of as family.” Or really, Nick was more like a friend who had taken over the role of Greg’s family despite the fact that Greg was an adult fully capable of taking care of himself…sometimes.
 
Ryan didn’t say anything, raising one eyebrow as he continued to look at Greg, who had by now begun to squirm beneath the other man’s gaze. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling and the scrutiny was making him anxious. And he was beginning to worry about whether or not he should have brought Nick up whatsoever…especially considering he and Ryan just had sex. Or maybe it was too soon to bring up something like that at all since he didn’t even know what to call their relationship, yet, or if they still had one.
 
But Greg didn’t get the chance to continue the train of thought when Ryan kissed him slowly; his mouth taking hold of Greg’s bottom lip and lingering there before finally pulling away. And as Ryan let go, Greg released the breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
 
“You’re lucky I actually like you,” Ryan finally said, adding a smile that Greg found himself easily returning. It wasn’t a yes or no, but at least it was a start, which was more than what Greg had been expecting.
 
“So…does that mean you’ll tell me what you sent me for Valentine’s Day?”