Title: New World
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: 7, 12_stories
Prompt: 5, Passion
Author's Note: Continuation of How Can I Refuse
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own 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 led Greg into the bedroom, his heart pounding, hoping that tonight was going to be a giant step forward for them in their physical relationship. He had thought that it would take a while longer for them to get to this point, but if Greg was ready, he didn't want to hold back.

Pushing Greg gently down on the bed, Ryan leaned over him, moving his hands down his boyfriend's sides and looking down at him lovingly. He wanted so badly to make love to Greg, to take all of his fears away, to magically make everything that had ever hurt him disappear.

But he couldn't do that; all he could do was take their relationship one step at a time, until they were at the point where there were no physical barriers between them at all. Greg was completely open to him in the emotional sense; that would have to be enough for now.

Ryan reached for the tube of lubricant on the table by the bed, squeezng a generous amount into the palm of one hand. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he whispered, hoping that his words didn't sound too rough, or abrupt. "I need to get this all over your thighs."

Greg nodded, looking puzzled. "All over my thighs --?" he asked, his words soft and uncertain. But he did as he was told, spreading his legs and leaning back against the pillows. Ryan began to slowly spread the cool lube on that soft skin, murmuring to Greg as he did so.

"I know this might seem a little strange, but I think you'll like it," he said softly, looking up to take in the expression on Greg's face. His boyfriend's eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted; he was obviously enjoying the gentleness of Ryan's touch.

"You can do anything you want with me," Greg whispered, his voice sounding strong and steady. If he had felt the least bit cautious about what they were going to do, he'd obviously shaken off that feeling; his tone left no room for doubt as to the fact that he wanted Ryan.

Ryan moved over on the bed to lie down behind Greg, sliding his arms around his boyfriend's slender waist. "Keep your legs together, baby," he murmured, raising a hand to stroke his fingers through Greg's hair. "Just close your eyes, and leave the driving to me."

Greg nodded, stretching out his lean body in Ryan's arms. "I trust you," he whispered, one hand moving to grip Ryan's at his waist. "I don't know exactly what you're going to do, but whatever it is, I'm looking forward to it. Go on, Ryan. Take me."

Ryan needed no further inducement; closing his eyes, he pressed his hips forward, sliding his cock between Greg's lubricated thighs. He caught his breath at the sensation; it wasn't as good as being inside Greg, but he was sure that it was close.

He was going to have a hard time keeping back his instinct to thrust inside Greg' he'd never known such passion for anyone, had never wanted another person so badly. But he was going to take his time and be careful with his fragile lover, make this as good as he could for both of them.

He could feel the tip of his cock nudging Greg's balls, feel the other man's body tightening in reaction at the sensation of friction between his thighs. Ryan pulled back, then thrust forward again, a soft gasp torn from his throat, one arm tightening around Greg's waist.

Within moments, he had worked up a steady rhythm thrusting between Greg's thighs and then pulling back slowly. One hand moved down his boyfriend's body to grasp Greg's cock, stroking him in rhythm with each thrust, trying to coordinate the rhythm as best he could.

Each movement of his hips seemed to push him further into the stratosphere; if this was what it felt like to make love to Greg in this way, without even being inside him, what would penetration be like? This felt like heaven; anything more would likely kill him.

But if he was going to die from pleasure, this was how he wanted to go, Ryan thought dazedly as he thrust his hips forward again. He wanted to die in Greg's arms, making love to his boyfriend, their bodies locked together in the most primal of embraces.

This was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life; locked with Greg, the rest of the world kept at bay, just the two of them together, existing in their own private world. He needed nothing else but the feel of this man in his arms, their bodies and hearts entwined.

All too soon, Ryan could feel his body start to tremble; it would only be a few more moments now before he would be pushed over the edge, and he was determined to make Greg come along with him. His hand on Greg's cock tightened, his hips thrusting forward harder.

He could feel Greg's firm bottom pressed against his crotch with each thrust; that sensation only served to increase his desire for the other man. Soon, there would be no barriers between them; he would be joined with Greg in a more intimate way, their bodies part of each other.

But for the moment, what they were doing felt incredible, and he wanted to focus all of his energies on this coupling, the first time they'd been intimate in this way. A wall had been broken through tonight, and Ryan was sure that it would never be raised again.

His orgasm was uncoiling in the pit of his belly; it was starting to spread over him, his body beginning to shudder with the beginnings of his climax. One arm tightened around Greg's waist, the other stroking the length of Greg's cock more quickly, urging him to come.

His own orgasm took Ryan by surprise; it swept over him suddenly, the wave of sensation making him gasp and cry out Greg's name. His boyfriend quickly followed suit; just moments after his own climax, he could feel Greg shuddering in his arms, hear his lover cry out wordlessly.

The two of them lay there quietly for several long moments, Ryan's arms around Greg, holding the other man close against him. His breathing slowly returned to normal, his heart rate slowing down; he pressed his face against Greg's shoulder, breathing in the tangy scent of his skin.

"Was that good for you, sweetheart?" he finally managed to ask, finding his voice slowly. He didn't want to ask the question; he'd always felt that if he had to ask a lover if the sex had been good, then it more than likely hadn't been, and he'd be disappointed with the answer.

What if Greg didn't feel the same passion that he felt? The question tore at Ryan for a few seconds, before he pushed it away and ruthlessly locked it behind closed doors. Of course Greg wanted him. He felt that passion too; if he didn't, then he would have said so.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt," Greg whispered, his voice shaky. "I didn't think sex could be that good. Why did we wait so long to do that, Ryan?" His tone was full of wonder, as though Ryan had just opened up a door into a new world for him.

"Glad you liked it, baby," Ryan said softly, pressing a kiss against Greg's bare shoulder. "Any time you want to do that, I'll be glad to accommodate you." He nuzzled his cheek against Greg's hair, closing his eyes, letting himself relax as he pulled the other man closer against his body.

After a few moments, Ryan stirred and pulled away from Greg, sitting up and then sliding out of bed. Greg turned over onto his back, looking up at him, uncertainty in those dark eyes again. "Wh-where are you going?" The fear in his voice was almost palpable.

Ryan paused at the doorway, looking back at his lover and keeping his voice soft and gentle when he spoke. "Greg, I'm just going to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth so I can clean us both up a little," he said softly, his heart constricting in his chest.

Would there ever be a time when Greg could forget those horrible few hours when they had both thought they were losing each other? Or had he wounded his boyfriend so badly that Greg would never get over it, that he would always think he could be abandoned at any moment?

"I'll be right back," he added, keeping his tone soft and soothing. "I'm right here, across the hall. I'm not going anywhere else, sweetheart. Okay?" He waited for Greg's nod of acquiescence, then quickly went into the bathroom to get a washcloth.

When he returned to the bedroom a few moments later, Greg was lying on his side, one hand tucked under his cheek, his eyes squeezed shut. Ryan lay down beside him, taking Greg into his arms to hold him close and press kisses against his hair.

"Shhhh, baby .... it's okay .... Greg, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, feeling tears rising behind his eyes. He blinked them away resolutely; there was no reason to cry. What he needed to do was prove to Greg that he was here to stay, in actions as well as in words.

Silently, he moved the warm, wet washcloth over Greg's thighs, wiping away the stickiness of lube and semen. His fingers lingered on his boyfriend's soft skin; he could feel passion rising within himself again, the need to be close to Greg even more insistent.

"Come on," he murmured, sitting up with Greg clasped in his arms. "Let's go take a shower. I want to lather body wash all over you and then wash it away. I want to have my hands all over your body. And," he whispered into Greg's ear, "I want to make you come again."

Greg's arms slipped around him, holding him close for a moment before the other man lifted his head and gave Ryan a tremulous smile. "That sounds good to me," he said softly, sounding slightly breathless. "And we do need to clean up a little."

Ryan laughed, getting up and pulling Greg to his feet. A lot of things could happen in a shower, he thought with an inward smile. There was so much that they could do with hot water and body wash -- and he intended to push past a few more barriers and move them further into a new world.

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