Title: Kiss It Better
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 3, csi50
Prompt: 8, Kiss
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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So far, the day had gone well, Ryan thought, leaning back in his chair with a sigh and stretching his arms above his head. He and Greg had cracked a case, one that they'd been working on for a while. It felt good to get a case wrapped up so quickly.

If only they could solve their own problems just as neatly, he thought wryly, shaking his head. It would be a relief if they could, but he didn't foresee that happening for quite a while, if ever. He knew the Cuban mob too well, knew how good they were at hiding themselves.

At least they were together, and they were being more cautious everywhere they went now. Neither of them went out alone, not even if one of them had left something in their cars. They always walked Wolfie together, and they were always on the lookout.

He didn't even want Greg to do something as simple as going to the grocery store by himself, Ryan thought with a sigh. For all he knew, they could be watched all the time, or followed everywhere that they went. His enemy could be looking for a chance to catch one of them alone.

He shuddered at the thought of that happening; he was sure that Greg was his enemy's target, but he knew that the man would more than likely be just as happy to have him in his clutches again. And he knew that if that happened again, he probably wouldn't survive.

Ryan couldn't repress a shudder; he could remember all too well what had been done to him the last time he'd faced off with his nemesis. He had been at a complete disadvantage; his adversary had held all the cards, and he'd been completely helpless to defend himself.

That wasn't going to happen again, Ryan told himself firmly, taking a deep breath and trying to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. He was on his guard now; he wasn't going to be caught unawares as he'd been before. That was in the past.

And he was going to keep Greg safe, no matter what happened. No one was going to so much as touch one single hair on his boyfriend's head; if they did, they would have to deal with Ryan's wrath, and that wouldn't be a pretty sight for them to face.

He smiled as Greg came bounding into their office, a smile lighting up his face. Greg was always so happy whenever they cracked a case; his effervescence seemed to light up the room, seeping into Ryan and making him feel more joyous, more alive.

"Wrapped up and airtight!" Greg announced, beaming at his boyfriend. "There's no way anybody can undo this one. We caught the guy, and he's going off to jail for a good long time." He headed towards his desk, obviously ready to fall into the chair.

The problem was that the chair had rolled back further than Greg had expected it to; he lost his balance as he sat down, sliding off the edge of the chair and landing with a soft yelp and a thump on the floor, a surprised look on his face

Ryan tried to hold back his laughter, but it was impossible. He didn't want Greg to think that he was laughing at the mishap -- but in reality, he was. It was funny, even though he sympathized with his boyfriend for falling on his ass onto the hard floor.

"Ow!" Greg's pained voice came to him through a haze of tears; he was trying his best to hold them back. It was bad enough to be laughing at Greg's slight accident, but to laugh until he cried could very well be something that Greg would hold against him.

Oh, it wouldn't be a problem between them for long, Ryan told himself, trying to stop laughing and sober himself. But Greg could very well withhold sex if he felt annoyed, and Ryan didn't want that to happen. He had to stop his laughter and help his boyfriend up from the ground.

"I'm sorry, babe," he apologized through his giggles. "But you looked so funny sitting there on the ground with that confused look on your face that I couldn't help laughing. It was cute. I don't think I've ever seen you look so much like a little kid."

"Tell that to my ass," Greg grumbled, rubbing his abused posterior. "I think I broke my tailbone. That floor is a LOT harder than you might think when you sit down on it. I need to go to the doctor and get an x-ray done. I'm serious, Ryan. I think I jarred my spine."

"We can go to the doctor if you want to," Ryan told him, a frown creasing his brow at Greg's words. What if he had really injured himself by what had happened? If that was true, then he would have to stay at home and recuperate -- and he'd be alone.

Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case, Ryan told himself. But if it was, he would find some way to stay with Greg. He would do whatever it took to make sure that his boyfriend wasn't left alone -- even if he had to take vacation days that he didn't want.

Somehow, they would manage to work something out -- if Greg was actually hurt. Ryan doubted that he'd done much more than bruise his ass -- and his pride. He was just glad that no one else had seen Greg land on the floor; they would have been teasing him about it for weeks.

"You're not going to tell anybody what just happened, are you?" Greg asked, looking worried. Ryan had to smile at the expression on his lover's face; Greg looked like an abashed, embarrassed little kid. He had never see his boyfriend look quite so adorable.

"Of course I won't," Ryan said softly, sliding an arm around Greg's waist. "And if you're good, I might even be persuaded to kiss it better when we get home," he added with a devilish glance at his boyfriend. "After all, you might need some tender loving care."

"Yeah? You'd do that?" Greg asked, his face brightening. His laughter spilled into the air, making Ryan smile along with him. "That might be the first time anybody's ever offered to actually kiss my ass," he said, grinning at his boyfriend.

"I'll kiss your ass -- and any other part of you," Ryan whispered, his arm tightening around Greg's waist. "I'll do anything to you that you want me to do -- and I might even take a few side trips that you don't expect. Just wait until we get home and go to bed."

"Is that a promise?" Greg whispered back, his dark eyes sparkling with laughter. He seemed to have forgotten completely about his untimely fall to the floor; his entire attention was focused on Ryan, and the words that his boyfriend had just said.

"Of course it is," Ryan told him, unable to hold back his own smile -- as well as a surge of excitement at the thought of what would happen between the two of them once they were at home behind closed doors. His pulse was racing, his heart thumping in his chest.

He knew that Greg would let him do anything that he wanted -- except for a few things that had stayed out of bounds ever since the first time they had made love. He intended to try one of those things tonight, and he hoped that Greg would be receptive to the idea that was growing in his mind.

Oh yes, he intended to kiss Greg's wounds and make them better. But he also intended to break down some walls that Greg had built up around himself for a long time -- and if they were lucky, those walls would come tumbling down for good.

That would only benefit them both, Ryan told himself with an inward smile. He didn't blame Greg for putting up those walls -- he would have done the same in his boyfriend's place. But it was past time that they came down, and this was the perfect opportunity to make that happen.

Aloud, he only said, "I'll kiss it better once we get home. If you want, we can even take a bubble bath. That would be relaxing for both of us." He hoped that Greg would say yes; a bubble bath was always a prelude to making love for the two of them.

Not that nearly everything they did when they wee at home wasn't a prelude to lovemaking, he thought, not bothering to hold back his smile of contentment. He was sure that today would be no exception -- and that this would be a memorable day for them both.

Greg laughed at his words, his arm tightening around Ryan's waist before he reluctantly drew away. "We had better get our final reports for the night written up, or we won't be able to get home where you can kiss it better," he said, turning and looking dubiously at his desk chair.

This time, Ryan held the chair as Greg sat down, keeping his laughter inside. Oh yes, he would definitely kiss his boyfriend's bruises better when they got home, he told himself. And as to what happened after the kisses, he intended to simply let nature take its course and follow wherever it might lead.

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