Title: Let Me Love You Up
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
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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Ryan sank down onto the couch, heaving a sigh as he rested his head back against the softness of the cushions. It had been a long night, and he was beyond tired. All he wanted to do was take a shower, then take Greg to bed and sleep all day.

His boyfriend sat down beside him, curling his long legs up under himself and resting his forehead against Ryan's shoulder. "I'm glad you told everybody at work about that Cuban mob guy," he said softly, laying a hand on Ryan's chest. "We can all look out for you now."

"I know you were already doing that, baby." Ryan took Greg's hand in his own, twining their fingers together and squeezing his boyfriend's hand gently. "I always feel safer when you're around. I guess it's because I know somebody who loves me is watching my back."

He'd never had that in Miami, he thought to himself. The rest of team had always watched each other's backs -- but somehow, he'd always been left out in the cold. They had put up the appearance of caring about him, but he'd never really felt that they did.

Everything was different here, now that he had Greg in his life. He had someone who cared about him, not only on a professional basis and as a friend, but someone who was there for him on a personal level. He'd finally found the person he intended to spend all of his life with.

"You know I'll always have your back," Greg murmured, brushing soft lips against Ryan's cheek. That kiss didn't stop there; Greg's lips trailed down Ryan's throat, down to his collarbone, pushing his t-shirt aside to trail fire across his skin.

Ryan closed his eyes, letting himself relax as Greg's free hand moved down his side, then pushed his t-shirt up. Greg extricated his other hand from Ryan's grasp, lifting the other side of his boyfriend's shirt with it, tugging gently until Ryan raised his arms above his head.

Within moments, his shirt was on the floor and Greg was tugging at his belt. Ryan lifted his head from the couch cushions, raising his brows in question as his gaze met his boyfriend's. "Is my imagination running away with me, or do you have something in mind?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless.

He had a good idea of what Greg intended to do, but he wanted confirmation from his boyfriend's lips. It seemed that wasn't the only thing that he was going to get from Greg's lips, if his guess was correct, but he still wanted to make sure.

"You've had a bad last few days," Greg said softly, sliding off the couch and kneeling on the floor between Ryan's legs, looking up at the other man. "I think you need to relax. And I know just what to do to help you with that. Let me love you up, Ryan. Just lie back and enjoy it."

"Love me up?" Ryan laughed in spite of himself, wondering where Greg had gotten that phrase from. "That sounds like a bad pickup line, babe. But if you want to, then I'm not going to argue. You know I love it when you touch me. Or suck me. Or do anything to me."

"And I love doing it," Greg said softly, his fingers working at Ryan's belt buckle. Within seconds, he had the other man's belt loosed and his jeans unzipped; Ryan raised his hips as Greg tugged his pants off, leaving him fully naked.

Greg's hands slid up his thighs, gently pushing his legs apart; Ryan moaned softly and complied with the gentle urging, raising his hips slightly. Greg could have whatever he wanted, as long as he kept touching him like this, he thought hazily.

There had never been anything that felt so good as Greg's hands stroking his skin, those soft, warm lips trailing up his inner thigh. He was already hard with anticipation, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his ragged breaths that were already almost gasps.

He knew what would happen next, even before it did. The wet warmth of Greg's mouth was going to close over his cock, enveloping him in a warmth that was second only to being buried deep inside Greg's body. He held his breath, waiting for that anticipated warmth.

It didn't come as quickly as he expected it to; instead, Greg's tongue traced circles around the tender tip of his penis, teasing him, making him wait. Ryan tried to make his muscles relax, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch; he was going to let Greg take his time.

Besides, what Greg was doing to him was exquisite in itself; he could feel waves of sensation washing over his body, from his head all the way down to his toes, pleasure that seemed to seep more deeply into his being with each passing moment.

He didn't need more than this. Greg could keep up what he was dioing, and he would be perfectly happy; he didn't need a blow job, not unless Greg wanted to give one. Of course, he was sure that his boyfriend did indeed want that; Greg had made that clear enough.

His lover hadn't been lying when he'd said that he was good at giving head, Ryan thought as he reached for Greg, twining the fingers of one hand through his boyfriend's hair. He didn't push Greg's head down; rather, he simply rested his hand there, wanting some kind of tactile contact.

Greg's tongue trailed upwards, along the length of his cock, from the tip to the base. Ryan moaned his boyfriend's name, wondering in the back of his mind how long he could endure this before he would have to come. He didn't think he could hold back for very long.

The teasing continued for what seemed like a long time; Ryan was sure that he was going to cry out and come before Greg was ready for him to when his boyfriend took a deep breath, his mouth moving down to envelop Ryan's cock in one smooth, quick motion.

It had been a while since Greg had given him a blow job; he had almost forgotten how good his boyfriend was at this. The smooth movement of those soft lips down his shaft, the tightening of Greg's throat muscles, almost brought him to the edge immediately.

Ryan had to force his hips not to thrust upwards into the warm, wet cavern of Greg's mouth; he was going to let his lover do what he would, let Greg coax his orgasm to the surface. He didn't want to come too soon; he wanted to enjoy every moment of this, savor it to the fullest.

Greg's tongue swirled around the tip of his cock as his head pulled back; Ryan almost wanted to moan in protest, even though he kne that within seconds, his boyfriend's mouth would slide down his cock again. All he had to do was be patient, and let Greg take this where he would.

Within moments, Greg had started a smooth rhythm, his mouth moving to the base of Ryan's cock, then drawing back until only the sensitive tip was still in his mouth. Ryan looked down at him, watching as his boyfriend's mouth enveloped him again.

There was nothing in the world as sexy as watching Greg do this -- unless it was watching Greg on top of him, riding him, his slender body given over to the pleasure he was feeling, naked and abandoned and completely wanton as he pleasured himself with Ryan's body.

He could feel his muscles tightening, his body approaching orgasm, zooming towards the apex of his own pleasure more quickly than he would have thought possible. He wanted to make this last longer, but it simply wasn't possible. He had to come.

With a soft cry, he let himself go, hoping that Greg was prepared. He could feel his boyfriend's throat muscles working as he swallowed; he hoped that he hadn't overwhelmed Greg with no warning, but he was sure that he hadn't. His boyfriend knew his body too well for that.

Already, his cock was softening, his body coming down from the incredible heights that Greg had taken him to. Reluctantly, Ryan raised his head, releasing his hold on Greg's hair, knowing that his boyfriend would get up and sit down next to him again within moments.

When his cock slipped out of Greg's mouth, he expected the other man to sit down beside him and gather him into an embrace, but that didn't happen. Instead, Greg stood up, looking down at him for a moment with a smile curving his lips.

Then, with one quick movement, Greg lifted his own t-shirt above his head, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. He was fumbling with his belt in seconds, then with the zipper of his jeans, pushing them down his long, slender legs and stepping out of them.

Ryan stared up at him, his eyes wide, wondering what Greg had in mind. He opened his mouth to speak, but Greg leaned down, shaking his head and placing a finger against Ryan's lips, his breath warm against the other man's cheek as he whispered.

"We're not done yet," he murmured, his voice barely a soft thread of sound in Ryan's ear. "I want to ride you. Right here. On the couch. I want you to make love to me. I want you to watch me while you're taking me. I want us to be able to watch each other."

Ryan nodded, swallowing hard and raising his arms in a gesture of invitation. If this was what Greg had meant by loving him up, then he was more than ready for it. What Greg had just done to him was only an overture; the main movement of their symphony was just getting started.

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