Title: Perfect Morning
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, 10) Loving Every Minute of It, 11) Street of Dreams, 12) One of Our Own, 13) Cold Storage, 14) Life Or Death, 15) Hole in My Heart, 16) Someone To Pull the Trigger, 17) Every Beat of the Heart, 18) No Promises
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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Ryan opened his eyes, squinting slightly at the light that filtered into the bedroom window. The sky was still pale; morning was barely breaking, and the sun wasn't out yet. But Greg was here, in bed beside him fast asleep, his body warm and pliant in Ryan's arms.

This was his last day off work before he'd be going back tomorrow, Ryan thought, unsure as to whether he was eager to go back or not. He wanted to get back to doing something, but he had no idea how he would react if he was thrown into another dangerous situation.

Who was he kidding? He'd run into more than one bad situation before; the last one had just happened to be worse than most were. He'd never let being hurt keep him away from doing his job, and he wasn't about to start now. Not when this job meant so much to him.

He'd loved his job in Miami, but this one was different. Meeting Greg had changed everything for him; it had given him a new outlook on his job, on his life, on everything around him. Maybe that was what falling head over heels in love could do to a person.

As though Ryan's thoughts had awakened him, Greg stirred and yawned, snuggling closer to Ryan under the covers. Ryan brushed a gentle kiss across his boyfriend's forehead, pulling him closer; he wanted to stay here in bed with Greg all day, just holding him like this.

"Good morning," Greg whispered, his voice hoarse with sleep. Ryan propped himself up on one elbow to look down at his boyfriend; he couldn't resist leaning down to press a kiss to Greg's parted lips, the contact sending an electric shock through his body.

Wrapping his arms around the other man, Ryan turned Greg over on his back, slipping one leg between Greg's slim thighs. He gasped as their erections rubbed against each other, his pulse leaping, his body tightening in involuntary reaction.

He wanted more than anything to be inside Greg, to make love to the beautiful man in his arms. But he knew that his boyfriend wasn't ready for that kind of intimacy yet; as hard as it was to hold himself back, he had to be patient and wait until Greg made the first move.

Greg moaned softly, his thin arms wrapping around Ryan's waist, pulling their bodies closer to each other. Ryan's heart thudded in his chest; he could swear that he felt the blood rushing through every fiber of his body as Greg rolled them over until he was on top of Ryan.

What was going to happen? Ryan didn't want to think about it; at the moment, he needed to know nothing more than that Greg was taking the lead, that his boyfriend wanted to make love to him -- and that he would accept anything Greg chose to do without question.

Greg captured his hands, holding them above his head as he leaned down for a lingering kiss; when Ryan opened his eyes, it was to see his boyfriend gazing him with such a look of naked desire on his face that it rendered him breathless and completely incapable of speech.

No one he'd ever seen in his life had been as utterly beautiful as Greg was at this moment. He'd never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Greg; his heart had never reached out to anyone the way that it did to this man, wanting to become a part of Greg, to meld their souls into one entity.

"I love you," he whispered, the words coming from his heart and soul. "Do whatever you want, Greg. I'm yours." His voice was husky with desire; all he could think of at the moment was making love to Greg, of the two of them being together in any way that Greg wanted them to be.

"I love you, too," Greg whispered, leaning down to brush his lips across Ryan's again. A moment later, his mouth was trailing fire down Ryan's throat, over one bare shoulder, then across his chest, that warm, wet tongue laving over one taut nipple.

Ryan gasped at the sensation; his nipples had always been one of the most erogenous zones on his body, but very few of his former lovers had taken the time to discover that. They'd always hurried to get to his cock, without paying attention to the rest of his body.

But Greg was more thorough. His warm mouth moved from one small nipple to the other, patiently licking and sucking until both nipples were erect and throbbing; Ryan couldn't keep back a moan of pleasure, his body arching under Greg's.

That soft, warm mouth was moving down his body now; Ryan's breath caught in his throat when he realized just what Greg intended to do. His boyfriend had said before that he loved giving head; it seemed that now he was going to find out just how much Greg enjoyed it.

Ryan tried to make himself relax, but he couldn't. Every nerve, every sense, every fiber of his being was waiting to feel Greg's soft, warm lips on his cock; he'd dreamed about this, but he hadn't thought that it was going to happen any time soon.

Greg's mouth was at his navel now, his tongue swirling teasingly around the sensitive area. Ryan moaned again; his fingers threading through Greg's hair; he hoped that Greg understood that he didn't mean to push his head down. He only wanted some kind of contact.

His eyes opened wide when he felt Greg's tongue on the head of his cock; there had been no warning, no indication that it was about to happen. Within seconds, Greg had taken Ryan's cock into his mouth, deep-throating him in one smooth movement.

Ryan struggled to keep his hips from thrusting up; the last thing he needed to do was to try and get more of his cock into Greg's mouth. But he wasn't given the chance to do so; Greg's hands were on his hips, holding him down gently but firmly.

All he could do was close his eyes and lie back, moaning Greg's name, his fingers tightening their grip in his boyfriend's hair. Ryan wanted this to go on forever; the soft warmth of Greg's mouth, the feeling of being lifted up to the heavens and beyond.

He'd never thought that a blow job could feel like this. There was a connection between himself and Greg that had never existed with anyone else; this was far beyond the physical act they were engaged in. This touched the most primal part of their beings, fusing them together as one.

If having Greg suck his cock could feel so incredible, what would it feel like when they finally made love? Ryan thought dazedly. He already knew that Greg was an irreplaceable part of him; being inside the other man and making Greg his in every way could only intensify that feeling.

Greg had certainly been right about being good at this; Ryan couldn't remember ever having a blow job that had seemed to pull him out of himself and send him spinning up towards the stars. Nothing had ever felt this good, not even making love with anyone he'd ever known.

Ryan could feel his orgasm gathering in the pit of his stomach; he didn't know if he should warn Greg that it was about to happen, but he wasn't capable of saying anything. He couldn't move, couldn't speak; all he could do was moan Greg's name over and over again.

When his release came, he could feel Greg's throat muscles constricting, swallowing convulsively. He hadn't expected that, but it was one more thing that made him love the young man he was with. Greg was everything he'd ever wanted, everything he would ever need.

He barely felt it when his cock slipped out of Greg's mouth; when he opened his eyes, his boyfriend was leaning over him, giving him an unobstructed view of that beautiful thin body. Ryan reached out a trembling hand to touch Greg's chest, moving his fingertips over velvety flesh.

Greg was still hard; Ryan couldn't keep himself from moving his hand between Greg's legs to curl his fingers around the younger man's cock. He looked up at Greg with a question in his eyes and on his lips; he didn't want to do this if it wasn't what Greg wanted.

But Greg's eyes were closed, his lips parted, a pink flush in his cheeks; what Ryan was doing obviously felt good, and there was no need for him to ask if it was wanted. If Greg wanted him to stop, then he would have already said so, or not have given him this opportunity.

Within seconds, they had developed a slow rhythm; Ryan's hand moved from the base to the tip of Greg's cock with steady strokes as Greg's hips pushed forward. Ryan was spellbound by the look on his young lover's face, the ecstasy that he saw written there.

He never wanted this to end, but of course it had to. It seemed like only a few moments before Greg was coming in his hand, moaning his name and then collapsing onto the bed next to him, his body obviously just as sated as Ryan's was.

"That's a fantastic way to start the day," he whispered, raising a hand to cup his boyfriend's cheek and caress Greg's slightly swollen lips with the soft pad of his thumb. "I could deal with doing that every day. If you're up for it, that is."

"I'd be up for that more than just in the morning," Greg told him with a soft laugh. "Remember, I told you I love giving head. And I could do that to you all day." His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his gaze not leaving Ryan's. "I love how you taste."

"You can taste me any time you want," Ryan said, his voice just as soft and husky as Greg's. Somehow, his throat seemed to have tightened with emotion; it was hard to say anything. All he could do was lie here and let his love for Greg fill his entire being.

He didn't need to say the words; all he had to do was express them. Ryan wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pulling Greg close and resting cheek against the soft silk of his hair. He'd never felt so happy -- and he looked forward to many more perfect mornings like this one.

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