Title: Lazy Days
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas /CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Fluff, mission_insane
Prompt: 8, Lazy Sunday
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.

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Greg stretched lazily, glancing towards the window as he did so. It was early morning on a Sunday; he and Ryan were enjoying a weekend off, and he was grateful to have had the chance to catch up on the sleep that he'd missed during the week.

Ryan was curled up beside him, still fast asleep; Greg didn't want to wake his lover, so he snuggled down under the covers again. It wasn't as though he wanted to get up, after all, he told himself. He'd much rather be lazy and stay here in bed with his boyfriend.

They didn't often have the option to laze around lately; they'd been putting in a lot of overtime, though Ecklie complained about that. Still, they were short-handed, and it seemed that the crime rate in Las Vegas had zoomed upward within the last few weeks.

A day like this wasn't something to be wasted, but savored. Greg burrowed down under the covers, moving closer to Ryan as he did so. His boyfriend might be sleeping now, but Greg was determined to wake him up within a few minutes, in a way that he wouldn't expect.

As he snuggled closer against Ryan, all thoughts of waking his boyfriend up dissolved. All he wanted to do was lie here next to Ryan, being lazy and feeling as though they never had to get out of bed. They didn't often get a lazy Sunday, and he should make the most of it.

Besides, it didn't seem fair to wake Ryan up when he was sleeping so peacefully. His lover wouldn't have done that to him, so disturbing Ryan didn't seem like quite the thing to do. He'd just lie here and wait for his boyfriend to wake up, Greg told himself, feeling lazy and contented.

He could always stage a scene out of the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale, and wake Ryan up with a kiss, he told himself, a smile coming to his face at the thought. But even as he was bending down towards his lover, he decided against it; Ryan might want to sleep a little longer.

He would just lie here and watch his boyfriend sleep, Greg decided, propping himself up on one elbow. He loved looking at Ryan; he had never seen such a gorgeous man in his life, and sometimes it was hard to believe that Ryan actually belonged to him.

As though Greg's scrutiny had awakened him, Ryan blinked, long lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes and squinted up at his boyfriend. "Isn't it a little early to be up when we have the day off?" he asked with a smile, turning over onto his side and smiling up at his lover.

Greg shook his head, returning his boyfriend's smile and reaching out to thread gentle fingers through Ryan's dark hair. "No, it's not that early," he said, even though he had no idea what time it was. "I've just been lying here watching you sleep and being lazy."

Ryan slid his arms around Greg's waist, pulling his boyfriend close against him, one hand moving down to cup Greg's ass. "I could stay here like this all day," he whispered, burying his face against Greg's shoulder. "We don't get to cuddle like this often enough."

Those words almost startled Greg; they echoed his own thoughts so closely that for a moment, he had to wonder if he'd spoken those thoughts aloud. But he knew that he hadn't; it was just that he and Ryan were so closely attuned that their thoughts ran in the same direction.

"We can cuddle like this as much as you want," he whispered, snuggling into Ryan's embrace. "We don't have enough lazy Sundays, y'know? We're always getting up to get something done, even when we have a day off. We need to try to relax more.

Ryan nodded, lifting his head to trail gentle kisses across Greg's shoulder, then up his throat. "I could stay like this for the rest of the day," he murmured into Greg's ear, his breath hot against the other man's skin. "Especially if I can make love to you while we're here."

"You know I'm always up for that," Greg managed to say, closing his eyes and letting his words trail off into an incoherent moan. He couldn't keep his thoughts on one track when Ryan kissed him like that; just feeling those lips on his skin made his mind wander.

No, it didn't just wander -- it melted into a puddle of goo, Greg told himself with an inward smile. Ryan had been able to do that to him ever since the first time they'd touched; there was something about the feel of those soft lips on his body that made him lose all control.

He loved everything about Ryan, not just his kiss and his touch. He loved these little moments that they shared, the romance of it, the feeling of being loved and protected, of being the main priority in someone's life. He loved feeling so .... so safe.

Ever since Ryan had come into his life, he'd felt more cherished and protected than he had since he was a child. This was the first time that he'd ever had anyone in his life, in his heart, who had made him feel as though he was entirely safe from any kind of harm.

Greg closed his eyes, snuggling into Ryan's embrace and wrapping his own arms around the other man's waist to pull him close. Maybe he wasn't safe all the time; he had no right to expect Ryan to protect him around the clock. But when they were like this, he felt completely secure.

Lazy Sundays like this were the times that he treasured most, the times when he felt that nothing could touch either of them in their comfortable, secure little universe. They could lock the rest of the world away, and just enjoy being with each other.

He never wanted to move from this bed; he wished they could stay here, encapsulated in their own little world, for the rest of their lives. If only they didn't have any responsibilities to go back to, work that would keep them from being this close!

Greg reluctantly pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind; of course he didn't want o spend his life doing nothing but lying here in bed with Ryan. If these times came to them too often, then they wouldn't appreciate having this time together as much as they did.

The fact that these lazy days were few and far between just made him love them more, Greg thought as he closed his eyes and let his body relax in Ryan's arms. If they came to him too often, they wouldn't mean nearly as much -- to either one of them.

Would these days always be so precious to him? He thought so; he couldn't imagine not reveling in the time that he had with Ryan, the moments when they could lose themselves in each other and not have to worry about anything other than being happy together.

This was so different from all the days he'd spent lying in bed alone before Ryan had come into his life; then, he'd felt that he wanted to stay in bed just because there hadn't seemed to be much to get up for if he wasn't working. Now, that had all changed.

That change was for the better, he told himself as he looked up at his boyfriend. How had he ever gotten through life before he'd met Ryan? This man had opened up his world to so much more than what he'd had; Ryan's love had led him into a life he'd thought that he could never have.

He owed this man everything -- first and foremost, he owed his happiness to Ryan. He might have had a life that he'd have been satisfied with if he'd never met Ryan, but he would never have known love like this. And those protective walls he'd built up around himself might never have come down.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he whispered, unable to speak any more loudly past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. "I love you more than I can put into words, Ryan. More than anything. More than I have any way to describe."

Ryan smiled softly, raising a hand to brush a few errant strands of hair back from Greg's face. "I love you too, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing a gentle kiss across Greg's parted lips. "I don't have the words to say how much. But I think you know how that feels."

Greg nodded, his smile mirroring Ryan's. If this was how all their lazy Sundays in bed were going to go, he told himself, maybe it was wrong to think that they should be few and far between. He could get used to having lazy days like this every weekend -- if not every day of his life.

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