Title: Nothing Could Be Better
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3, csi50
Prompt: 34, Sex
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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Greg gasped out Ryan's name as his lover thrust into him again, his legs tightening around Ryan's waist. Every time they made love it seemed to get better; he couldn't imagine them being together like this without being lifted to the heights of ecstasy.

He couldn't imagine anything being better than this; of all the time they had made love, Greg was certain that this time had taken him to places that they'd never managed to reach before. They had never seemed to be more attuned to each other, coming together as one.

He was close to the edge, so close .... but he wasn't ready to leap from that precipice just yet. He wanted this to last, to feel Ryan inside him, their bodies straining towards the peak of pleasure, before they both floated back down to the ground again in each other's arms.

This was the most incredible pleasure he'd ever known, just being in Ryan's arms, feeling Ryan thrust into him, their bodies feeling as though they were melting into each other. Nothing could be better than this; nothing else could lift him this high, floating above the clouds.

He was almost there .... almost .... and then he had leaped into the chasm, crying out Ryan's name, trusting his lover to catch him before he could crash to the ground, knowing that Ryan would be there to make sure he had a safe landing.

Greg heard Ryan's soft moan and felt the warm rush of the other man's release only seconds after his own; they might not have managed to reach climax at the same time, but that didn't matter. It had been good for both of them; there were no doubts on that score.

He was a little disappointed when Ryan rolled off of him; he wanted them to stay connected for as long as possible, to feel Ryan inside him. But he couldn't be sorry when those strong, muscular arms wrapped around him and pulled him close against the warmth of Ryan's body.

Greg snuggled close to his boyfriend, sighing contentedly and closing his eyes. He loved this part of their lovemaking, the first moments just after they had come down from the incredible high of climax. He had never felt so sated, or so close to the man he loved.

"It gets better every time, doesn't it?" Ryan murmured, his words almost mirroring Greg's thoughts. "It's amazing how sex with you is so much better than it's ever been with anybody else. I don't believe any other person could ever make me feel as good as you do."

"I don't have enough experience to compare you to other guys -- but I don't think anybody else could ever make me feel like this, either," Greg told him, moving one hand down Ryan's chest to gently tease one small pink nipple. "You're perfect, Ry."

Ryan laughed, shaking his head. "Not perfect, Greg," he said softly, taking his boyfriend's hand in his and bringing it to his lips, kissing Greg's fingertips. "But as long as I'm perfect for you, then it's all good. I just want to be what you need and want."

"You are," Greg whispered, resting his head on Ryan's shoulder and closing his eyes. "I was always so afraid of sex until you came into my life, Ryan. I never thought I'd be able to let anybody make love to me. If you weren't perfect for me, I probably never would have."

"That would have been such a waste," Ryan told him, his voice soft and husky with emotion. "You're an incredible man, Greg. I'd hate to think of you wasting yourself and never sharing all the love you have to give. And I hate to think that you were hurt enough in the past for that to happen."

"If it hadn't been for you, I might never have been brave enough to let myself be with anybody," Greg said, his voice hitching slightly as he spoke. "I can't imagine myself wanting anybody but you. If we'd never met, I think my life would have ended up being really lonely."

"You might have found somebody to get you over your fear of sex," Ryan murmured, his lips soft against Greg's cheek. "But I'll be honest -- I'm glad it was me. I don't like thinking of anybody else being with you and making love to you. Nobody else could love you as much as I do."

"And I could never love anybody as much as I love you," Greg whispered, raising one hand to stroke Ryan's cheek. "We're perfect for each other, Ry. Sexually, emotionally, in every way. We coudln't have made a more perfect match if we'd tried."

"I've never found anybody who was such a perfect match for me in the sexual sense," Ryan told him with a smile. "But that's not the most important thing about you and me, y'know. There's so much more to what I feel for you than just sexual attraction."

"I know that," Greg said, his voice very soft. "And sex isn't really all that important when you weigh it against all the other reasons I fell in love with you. But I'm not going to deny that I enjoy it -- and that I think you're the perfect sexual partner for me."

"You're the perfect partner for me in more ways than I can count," Ryan answered. "The sex is great, but even if we weren't having sex, I'd still love you and want to be with you. Sex is just a small part of what we are, Greg. If we had to give it up to be together, then I would."

"So would I -- if it came to that," Greg agreed. "But I'm glad that we'll never have to do that." He nuzzled his cheek against Ryan's shoulder, sighing contentedly, reveling in the feeling of lying in his lover's arms, both of them sated and happy.

"Nothing could be better than making love to you," Ryan murmured, bowing his head to brush his lips across Greg's forehead. "And nothing could be better than just being with you. Combine the two, and I've got all I need to make life perfect."

"Me too," Greg whispered, sliding his arms around Ryan's waist and snuggling closer to his boyfriend. He had never felt so completely satisfied in his entire life, in every way. Physically and emotionally, he had all that he would ever need right here in his arms.

Nothing was better than the two of them being here, together, loving each other, Greg told himself, a contented smile playing around the corners of his lips. He wanted them to stay like this forever, wrapped in each other's arms, safe in their own little world.

He was exactly where he wanted to be, Greg thought as he closed his eyes, letting sleep overtake him. This was the place he would always run to, the place where he felt he truly belonged -- and the place where he knew that he was most loved. Nothing could be better than that.

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