Title: Last Night
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Logan Echolls/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Veronica Mars/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
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, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Logan blinked as he awoke, surprised to see sunlight filtering into his bedroom through the curtains. Was it morning already? And how had he spent the night? For just a moment, he had no memory of the night before, his mind groping for what had taken place.

Within seconds, it all came flooding back -- the night before with Ryan, the lovemaking that he'd expected to be far different than it had turned out to be. A burning blush suffused his cheeks; for just a moment, he wanted to hide under the covers.

He wasn't embarrassed by what had happened between them last night, not really. It was just that it had all been so different from how he'd thought that making love with Ryan would be. And he'd thought that he would be the more aggressive partner, not Ryan.

He'd thought that he would be far too scared to let Ryan make love to him -- but it had all happened so naturally. He hadn't felt scared, or ashamed, or any of the things that he thought he'd feel when a man wanted to make love to him.

His father hadn't destroyed him. Logan closed his eyes, willing back the tears that rose behind his closed lids. For so long, he'd felt that he was tainted, that no decent person would ever want him because of what his father had done to him. But none of that had mattered to Ryan.

Ryan wanted him. Ryan knew what his father had done, and still loved him. He'd been so right to come here -- and even more right to reach out to Ryan. He hadn't expected to find the person who would become the love of his life here in Miami, but somehow, he had.

Last night had been the most incredible night of his life. When he'd first come here, he'd been unsure as to whether he wanted to be with anyone -- male or female. He had truly thought that he'd spend the rest of his life alone -- and he'd been prepared to do just that.

But meeting Ryan had opened up an entirely new spectrum to his life, one that he hadn't known existed. What his father had done to him hadn't entirely vanished into the background, but he'd been able to push it away enough for him to trust Ryan in a way that he'd never trusted before.

What had happened between them last night felt nothing short of miraculous. Logan had thought that he'd never be able to let a man touch him again -- but Ryan had proved him wrong. He had been so sure that his sexuality was buried, but his lover had proved that wrong, too.

He'd responded to Ryan last night in a way that he'd never have thought possible. Had that really been him, letting Ryan make love to him, wanting more, wanting their lovemaking to go on forever? Had he really been so uninhibited, so unafraid?

The thought brought a smile to his lips, and a lift to his heart. He rolled over slowly, gazing at the handsome man sleeping beside him, drinking in Ryan's features as though he wanted to imprint that face on his mind's eyes forever, to never forget how Ryan looked at this moment.

He was so utterly beautiful, Logan thought, reaching out a hand to gently stroke his fingertips down Ryan's cheek. It was no wonder he'd been attracted to this man at first sight -- who wouldn't be? Ryan had the face of an angel -- and the heart to match.

Ryan had not only given his body last night, but his heart as well. He'd held nothing back -- and it dawned on Logan that he himself hadn't held back, either. He was falling in love with Ryan Wolfe, so completely and so quickly that it was almost frightening.

But he didn't want to stop falling. He wanted to keep on tumbling head over heels, to let himself luxuriate in the unexpected sensation of falling in love -- and of being perfectly happy to do so. He'd never felt like this before, not with anyone. He'd never thought that he could feel this way.

He'd thought that his father's sexual abuse had taken away any capacity he had to love another man, or to even be able to fall in love with anyone. But Ryan had proved that wrong. Ryan was his angel, his saving grace, the man who had captured his heart.

How had he gotten lucky enough to find this man? Logan didn't know the answer to that question, but he knew that he wasn't going to give Ryan up, not for any reason. He'd found a love that he'd never thought he could have, a love that he'd always dreamed of. And he wasn't letting go.

As though Ryan had heard this thoughts, the other man stirred in his sleep, then opened his eyes and blinked up at Logan. A slow smile curved his lips, his intense green gaze focusing on Logan's face and not wavering, even when Logan blushed and looked down.

"Hey," Ryan said softly, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. He reached out to place a hand on Logan's cheek, making the young man look at him, their gazes meeting and locking. "Did you sleep okay? I hope I didn't snore or something and keep you awake."

With an embarrassed smile, Logan shook his head. "Nope, no snoring," he said softly, unable to take his gaze from Ryan's face. How could anybody look so incredibly beautiful in the morning when they'd just woken up and hadn't even gotten out of bed yet?

"Last night was fantastic," Ryan whispered, soft fingertips trailing down Logan's cheek. "Are you okay, after what we did?" His smile had turned into a look of uncertainty; Logan wanted to banish that look from his lover's face, to assure Ryan that he was all right.

More than all right; he was terrific. Perfectly. Absolutely fantastic. He felt better than he had in years, and Ryan should know that. With another soft smile, he leaned down to press his lips against Ryan's, the contact sending an electric shock through his body.

He still wanted Ryan. He wanted to be in this man's arms again, with Ryan buried inside him, making love to him, filling him, taking him. He'd thought that he would never want that feeling again, not after what his father had done to him. It was amazing how love could change everything.

"I'm better than I've ever been in my entire life," he managed to answer, swallowing back the lump that had risen to his throat. He was sure that any other lover wouldn't have thought to ask him if he was okay. Ryan was the most thoughtful, most caring man he'd ever known.

"So am I," Ryan told him, turning over onto his side and sliding his arms around Logan's waist to pull him closer. Logan closed his eyes, letting himself melt into Ryan's embrace, wanting to stay right where he was forever and never have to move again.

Nothing had ever felt as good as Ryan's embrace. If he had known that he could fall in love like this, the last few years would have been much brighter for him. Logan sighed softly, pushing that thought away. The past was over and done with; he needed to think about the future.

His future was here, in Miami, with this man. He'd never been so sure of that as he was at this moment; any doubts that he might have had about whether his relationship with Ryan would work out had been dispelled by the wondrous night they'd spent together.

Last night had broken down so many barriers for him -- walls that he'd been afraid he might never be able to scale. But Ryan had held out a hand to him and helped him over those walls; in one night, they'd crumbled to the ground as though they'd never existed.

He wanted those walls to stay down, and he was sure that they would. Last night had only been the first time that he and Ryan would make love, Logan thought, his heart starting to pound in his chest. They could even do it again this morning. Within the next few minutes. Right now.

As though Ryan sensed what he was thinking, one hand moved down Logan's back, over the curve of his ass, to gently cup one buttock. Logan couldn't help but squirm under that gentle touch, even as it aroused him. He'd never been touched so gently, so lovingly.

He wanted more of that touch. He wanted Ryan to keep touching him, to never stop. The remembrance of how Ryan had touched him last night came flooding back, along with all of the wonderful sensations and the accompanying emotions, all of the love that he felt for this man.

"I love you," he whispered, any other words leaving his mind. All he could concentrate on at the moment was how much he loved Ryan, how much he wanted to spend his life in this man's arms, how safe and protected and completely comfortable he felt being in those arms.

"I love you, too," Ryan answered, his voice soft and husky. "I want to spend my whole life with you, Logan. I know that it might seem kind of soon to say something like that -- but after last night, I know we belong together. I can't imagine being with anybody else."

"Neither can I," Logan whispered, his voice strong and firm. "I want to be with you for the rest of our lives, Ryan. And after last night, I don't think I'll ever have any problems with making love again. Thank you for helping me put the past behind me."

"You're welcome," Ryan murmured, bowing his head to capture Logan's lips in a heady kiss that took his breath away. As he wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck to pull him closer, Logan couldn't help thinking that this morning just might be even better than last night had been.

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