Title: Little Earthquakes
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las 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 broke the kiss reluctantly, wanting to taste Greg's mouth more thoroughly, but also wanting to hurry things along more than he already was. Greg met his gaze, those dark eyes fixed steadily on his own; he could read nothing there but love and desire.

Greg wasn't afraid of this. He'd thought that he might see a flash of fear in those dark depths, but there was none. Greg was ready; that was more than obvious. Ryan could feel his heart leap in his chest, his pulse starting to race, his breath growing ragged.

He quickly lubed two fingers, knowing that Greg was used to being entered in this way. It wasn't something that would make him feel any kind of fear; they'd done this dozens of times. But tonight would be the first time that they had taken the next step in their physical relationship.

What was this going to be like? Ryan asked himself as he moved his hand between Greg's spread thighs, one finger gently circling the other man's entrance. Would it be as incredible as he wanted it to be, or would they both once again decide to hold themselves back?

He wasn't going to ask himself those questions. Not tonight. Tonight was for himself and Greg, to make a night that they could always hold close to their hearts. This was going to be wonderful for both of them; he would do his best to make sure of that.

Greg moaned softly as Ryan slid one finger inside him, probing gently. He intended to make sure that Greg had an orgasm before he attempted to join their bodies in the way that Greg wanted; that way, he would be more relaxed, his body less resistant to being entered.

A second finger quickly joined the first; within moments, Ryan was scissoring his fingers inside Greg, trying to open and prepare him as best he could. He was determined to make his boyfriend come, to relax Greg's muscles and make this easier for them both.

His fingers brushed across Greg's prostate once, then again; he could feel his lover's muscles tightening around his fingers and knew that Greg was already close to the edge. It would only take a few seconds to bring him to completion from this point.

Within moments, he felt Greg's body convulse under him; with a soft cry, the other man came, his hips jerking upwards, his fists clenching in the sheets. Ryan smoothed a hand down his side, leaning down for another kiss, knowing that it was time to break down some barriers.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed Greg's long, slender legs up to his chest, not taking his eyes from his lover's face. Greg's eyes were wide, dark pools, his lips slightly parted, his breathing ragged. He reached for Ryan, winding his arms around the other man's neck.

"Make love to me," he whispered, his voice soft and breathy. "I need you, Ryan. I need us to be closer than we've ever been." There was a pleading note in his voice, a plea that Ryan couldn't say no to. He nodded, brushing his lips across Greg's mouth again.

"I need you too, baby. I love you," he murmured, sliding his fingers out of Greg and positioning himself at the other man's entrance. The head of his lubed cock pressed against Greg's body, encountering a slight resistance, but less than he had thought he would.

Should he go slowly, or simply slide into Greg in one quick motion and get the quicksilver pain that he knew would be inevitable over with? The decision was made for him as Greg's hips bucked upwards; Ryan met that movement with his own, thrusting into Greg's body.

It was one quick, fluid motion; within a few brief seconds, he was surrounded by the most intense heat he had ever known, a heat so strong and searing he could swear that he had fallen into a pool of molten lava. He was drowning in it, submerged within that heat.

But it wasn't a burning heat; there was nothing painful about it at all. Instead of the pain of a fiery burn, the scorching heat was spreading throughout his body, warming him, turning his veins to fire, igniting the flame of his desire for Greg into a roaring conflagration.

"Wrap your legs around my waist, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse, the words barely coming out. He barely felt those long legs wrap around him; he was too focused on the feeling of being inside Greg, on that overwhelming heat that was consuming him.

With each thrust, he could feel himself falling into Greg, their hearts and souls melding together as closely as their bodies did. He couldn't take his eyes from his boyfriend's face; there was no pain written on those beautiful features that he could see, only need -- and desire.

Greg moaned his name, his arms tightening around Ryan's neck, pulling him closer. Ryan gave up all pretense at taking this slowly; he fastened his lips against Greg's, their tongues meeting and clashing just as their bodies were.

He had never been closer to anyone than this; joining with Greg was like having a piece of who he was that had always been missing click into place at long last. Greg was a part of him, part of his heart and soul, a part that he never intended to let go of again.

Ryan was dangerously close to the edge, and he could sense that Greg was nearly at the same point that he himself was. He had known that he wouldn't be able to last long, but he was determined to give Greg as much as pleasure as he could before indulging himself.

His thrusts were starting to become disjointed now, his body not wanting to obey the commands of his mind, as though it had its own agenda to complete. He moved his hands down Greg's body, gripping the other man's slim hips, thrusting hard and deep into Greg one last time.

As though they were indeed one entity, cries were torn from both of their throats at the same moment; Ryan dimly heard Greg's voice moaning his name, even as his lover's name slipped from his own lips and the world seemed to explode around him in a shower of sparks.

He had never experienced an earthquake before, but Ryan was sure that this must be what one felt like -- a little earthquake that shook the world around him, propelling his own body to heights that he knew he could never have reached on his own.

Panting, Ryan wrapped his arms around Greg's waist, slowly turning over onto his side and being careful not to pull out of the other man. Greg's long, lithe legs were still wrapped around him; he could feel those muscles tensing against his sides, tightening around him.

He couldn't manage words; all he could do was lie there, gazing into Greg's eyes, raising a hand to push his boyfriend's damp hair back from his face. He couldn't take his eyes from Greg's face; he'd never seen such a look of contentment on anyone's features.

Greg had never looked so beautiful as he did at this moment. Ryan knew that he would remember this for the rest of his life, that he could recall the way Greg looked at this moment in time any time he wanted to let love and light flood his being.

He had never been so happy as he was right now, lying here next to Greg after they had just made love for the first time. It didn't matter how many times they had enjoyed each other's bodies before this; tonight was their first time together, the first time they had joined themselves completely.

"I love you," Greg whispered, catching Ryan's hand in his own and bringing the other man's fingertips to his lips. Ryan closed his eyes and let the feeling of peace and contentment envelop his body and soul, reveling in the feeling of those soft lips on his skin.

"I love you too, baby," Ryan murmured, feeling that love rise up within him and envelop him from head to toe. He had never loved anyone with the depth and breadth that he loved Greg; it didn't seem possible for his heart to expand enough to contain all that love within himself.

"If I had known that making love with you would be that incredible, I'd have insisted that we get busy a long time ago," Greg told him, a smile tugging at his lips. "I don't know why I was so scared. I should've known that you would make that the best experience of my life."

"You know you just lost your virginity, don't you?" Ryan asked with a smile, raising a hand to trace the outline of Greg's upper lip. He wanted to spend the rest of their lives lying here, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking; he wanted to stay inside Greg forever.

"But I wasn't a virgin," Greg protested, frowning slightly and shaking his head. "I lost my virginity a long time ago. And that's not something I want to remember. I want to replace that memory with the one we made here tonight."

"You're a virgin until you make love for the first time, as far as I'm concerned," Ryan said softly, his gaze not leaving Greg's face. "And you'd never made love. So I'm your first. And you're my first, too -- the first man I've ever been completely in love with."

Greg's dark eyes filled with tears at Ryan's words; he blinked them back, raising a hand to wipe at his eyes. Ryan leaned forward to kiss him, shifting their positions slightly to roll Greg over onto his back again; he could feel their bodies quickening as he did so, their pulses leaping in tandem.

He intended to create more of those little earthquakes between the two of them tonight; he wanted this to be a night that never ended, a night that would live on in their hearts and minds for all of their lives. What had already happened between them was only the beginning.

Judging from the way that Greg reached for him, his boyfriend was just as eager to keep creating those memories as he was. Ryan closed his eyes as their lips met again, knowing that this night was far from over -- and wishing that it would last for the rest of eternity.

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