Title: Loving Every Minute of It
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Series: 1) Catch Me I'm Falling, 2) Sparks, 3) Holding Steady, 4) More Than Ready, 5) Talk About It, 6) Confessions, 7) Fate's Plan, 8) Exposed, 9) A Matter of Feeling
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Mentions of rape.
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 Adam Ross, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg stretched his lean body out under the covers, not wanting to open his eyes yet. His pillow was soft and warm; he didn't want to get up just yet. There was no need to; he didn't have to go to work until tonight, and after a day off, he was feeling lazy.

It took him a few moments to realize that his head wasn't resting on a fluffy pillow, but a warm shoulder -- and that there was bare skin under his cheek rather than a cotton pillowcase. For a few moments, his senses reeled, his mind scrambling to remember the previous night.

Ryan was here with him. He was lying in Ryan's arms, safe and protected, instead of cold and alone. How long had it been since he'd woken up with someone like this -- someone who wasn't gong to make some hasty excuse to leave?

Way too long, he told himself wryly. In fact, he couldn't even remember the name of the last person who'd been here -- he didn't even think they'd stayed all night, but had gotten up and made an excuse to go long before dawn had started to streak across the sky.

This was different from any other time someone had been in his bed at the first light of dawn. Ryan wasn't going to get up and leave; he wasn't going to say that he had things to do, or that it had been fun and maybe they would see each other again sometime.

He wasn't like anyone else Greg had ever known. And even though a part of him was still afraid that he could lose this man, there was another part of him that was utterly convinced that this was his soul mate, the person he'd been searching for all of his life.

Greg lifted his head slightly and opened his eyes, wondering if Ryan was still asleep. To his surprise, he found that not only was the other man awake, but that Ryan was watching him, a small smile playing around the corners of his lips.

"Morning, beautiful," he whispered, reaching out a hand to ruffle Greg's hair. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you're asleep? I wouldn't have thought you could look any better than you did the first time I saw you, but I was wrong."

"Nobody should look as good as you do first thing in the morning," Greg replied with a grin. He wasn't used to getting compliments like that when he first woke up, but it was nice to hear them. He could definitely get used to waking up like this.

Before he knew what was happening, Ryan had rolled him over onto his back and was leaning over him, bending down to kiss him, their mouths meeting and clinging. Greg had a sudden, primitive urge to wrap his arms and legs around Ryan, to hold him so close that he'd never get away.

He'd never wanted to do that with anyone before. The realization dawned on him with something of a shock; he had never wanted anyone as primally as he wanted Ryan. He was ready to give up everything to this man, even though they barely knew each other.

No, that wasn't entirely true. Ryan knew his deepest, darkest secret -- the rape that he'd never told another living soul about. Ryan knew more about him than people who had known for years-- including his own family, people he'd loved for all of his life.

"I want to taste you," Ryan whispered, his green eyes locked with Greg's dark gaze. "If you'll let me," he added, sounding hesitant. One hand moved down the front of Greg's body, gentle fingers slipping between his legs to curl around the half-hard shaft of his cock.

Greg couldn't speak for a moment; the combined shock and pleasure of Ryan's intimate touch took his breath away and made his senses reel. Ryan's fingers tightened around his shaft, his thumb rubbing gently over the tender tip, bringing a soft moan to Greg's lips.

He couldn't speak; he could barely breathe, not with Ryan touching him like that. All he could do was nod, hoping that Ryan would realize that what he wanted to do was say yes, to scream it from the rooftops more loudly than he'd ever shouted before.

Ryan leaned down to kiss him again, the feel of those soft lips on his own snatching Greg's breath from his throat again. Then that warm mouth was moving down his body, down his throat, over his shoulder, down to his chest, Ryan's tongue teasing first one nipple, then the other.

Greg's breath hissed between his teeth; his nipples were one of the most sensitive areas of his body, and anyone who was intimate with him discovered that rather quickly. But no one had ever teased his nipples the way that Ryan was doing now.

No one had ever taken the trouble to stimulate his nipples for long; they had always wanted to get to his cock, without stopping to think that he might enjoy other foreplay more. But Ryan wasn't just going for the obvious; he seemed to want to make love to all of Greg's body.

His lips and tongue moved from one nipple to the other, gently nibbling and sucking until both of the small nubs were taut and throbbing, until Greg's breath was coming in sharp little gasps. Only then did he move his mouth lower, swirling his tongue around the young man's navel.

Without realizing what he was doing, Greg's hands had moved to Ryan's hair, twining his fingers through the short dark strands. He wasn't pushing Ryan's head down, but his soft moans were growing louder as Ryan's mouth progressed downward, slowly but surely.

When Ryan's mouth closed over his cock, Greg cried out the other man's name, unable to keep himself silent any longer. His fingers tightened in Ryan's hair, his slender hips bucking upwards; Ryan held him down against the bed, gentle fingers stroking down Greg's spread thighs.

Each movement of Ryan's lips and tongue on the shaft of his cock sent Greg spiraling higher into the stratosphere; he wanted this pleasure to last forever, to never have to come down from the clouds he was flying through, to be here with Ryan making love to him for the rest of his life.

Ryan's mouth moved from the base down to the tip of his cock, sucking harder as his lips wrapped around the engorged tip. It was getting harder for Greg to hold himself back; he knew that he couldn't prolong this ecstasy for much longer before he would have to come.

That soft, wet mouth slid down his cock again, enveloping him in a cavern of warmth that seemed to take over his entire body; when that wet warmth slid back to the tip of his cock, Greg couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer. With an inarticulate cry, he came, his body arching under Ryan's.

It took several long moments for the fireworks in his head to clear; when they did, he realized that he was looking up into Ryan's green eyes; the other man was looking down at him with such an expression of love and desire on his face that Greg almost wanted to cry.

Had anyone ever looked at him like that before? He didn't think so. No one had ever wanted him the way that Ryan did -- and no one had ever made love to him so gently and yet with so much desire evident in their every movement, in all that they did to him.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Ryan asked softly, one hand caressing Greg's cheek. Greg nodded, placing his hand over Ryan's, holding back his tears with an effort. The last thing he wanted to do was cry like a baby when he'd just had one of the best sexual experiences of his entire life.

"You're good at that," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Ryan's neck and pulling the other man down against his own body. "Would you like me to return the favor?" he murmured into Ryan's ear. "I love to give head. I think I"m pretty good at it, too."

"You don't need to," Ryan told him, his voice soft and husky. "I came as soon as I tasted you. I thought I would -- I just didn't want to tell you that at first. You're like a drug, Greg. I can't get enough of you." As if to prove his words, his hands moved down Greg's back to gently cup his ass.

"Next time, I'm the one who gets to taste you," Greg replied, sighing contentedly and relaxing into Ryan's embrace. He wanted to stay here in bed all day, until they had to get up and go to work tonight. He couldn't get enough of this man, either.

"You love giving head, hmmm?" Ryan asked, his tone teasing. "I'm sure you're good at it. You have the most beautiful mouth I've ever seen. I'd love to have my cock in that mouth." His fingertips gently traced the outline of Greg's lips, the touch sending chills down the young man's spine.

"You will," he managed to whisper, his pulse racing at the thought. "That's a promise." He wanted to move his mouth down Ryan's body now, but at the same time, he didn't want to move -- he was too relaxed and comfortable exactly where he was.

"I think we need to get our lazy asses out of bed," Ryan told him, throwing back the covers and sitting up. "I want to take my gorgeous boyfriend out to breakfast and show him off to the world." Greg's heart missed a beat or two as he heard the words.

"Your b-boyfriend?" he stammered, his dark eyes widening. He hadn't thought that Ryan would want to refer to him in that way, at least not so soon. But it was obvious that this man felt the same way he did; he could see Ryan's emotions written in those incredible eyes.

"I'd call you my lover, but we haven't made love yet," Ryan told him with a soft laugh. Leaning closer to Greg, he whispered, "But we will," the words sending another shiver down his spine, leaving him feeling as though electricity had just shot through his entire body.

All he could do was nod weakly in answer to Ryan's words, holding out his hand and letting the other man pull him out of bed. This was moving faster than he'd dared to think it could -- but he was loving every minute of it, and he didn't want the ride to stop for the rest of their lives.

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Next story in series - Street of Dreams.