Title: Object of My Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Zeke Barnes
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas /A Gifted Man
Rating: NC-17
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 Zeke Barnes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg looked at himself in the mirror for what seemed like the hundredth time, hoping that he looked less jittery than he felt. Was he dressed too casually? Or would Zeke like how he looked? He wasn't usually this nervous about a first date.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to relax. Zeke already liked him, regardless of what he was wearing. This man had already seen him in a very vulnerable moment -- literally with his pants down. That barrier had already been eliminated.

Zeke already knew him in a more intimate way than some people who he'd dated for a while. With anyone else, he might have been embarrassed; but with this man, it almost seemed natural to have had such an intensely sexual encounter when they had first met.

He wasn't the kind of person who went around picking up men -- he'd never had the courage to try doing something like that, even though he talked a good game, Greg told himself with a wry smile. But it wasn't as though he'd picked Zeke up, was it?

No, it had been mutual. Zeke had obviously wanted him as much as he'd wanted Zeke -- and that desire was only the beginning. Greg was sure that there would be much more to the two of them than just some fun and games, more than just a physical attraction.

He wanted more from a relationship than just the physical side. He wanted someone who understood him, someone who wanted to be with him .... someone who loved him. He didn't know if Zeke was that person, but so far, things were going well.

Running a hand through his hair, he gazed at himself in the mirror again, his dark eyes widening when he heard the doorbell ring. He hadn't expected Zeke this early; a quick glance at the clock told him that it was still twenty minutes before six o'clock.

Maybe Zeke was as anxious for this night to start as he was, Greg told himself with a smile as he went down the hallway from his bedroom to the living room, taking a deep breath as he reached to open the door. This was it, then. The moment he'd been waiting for all day.

When he opened the door, he couldn't speak for a few moments. His voice seemed to have disappeared; all he could do was stand there and stare. Greg was sure that he'd never seen such a gorgeous sight as the man who stood there, one hand resting on his hip.

Zeke had apparently gone home and changed clothes before he'd come over; when Greg had seen him in the hospital, he'd been wearing a button-down shirt and black pants, with a lab coat over them. Clothes that any doctor might wear to work.

Now, he was wearing a v-necked black sweater and black jeans, a combination that Greg found utterly devastating. He had to remind himself to step back so that Zeke could come in -- and to stop staring and actually make words come to his lips.

"Wow," he finally managed to say, feeling that there was no word in any language that was descriptive enough to show Zeke how he was feeling at the moment. "You look amazing. I've never had a thing for doctors before, but I think you've changed that for good."

"And I never would have thought that I'd have a thing for a CSI," Zeke told him as he came in, closing the door behind him. "But you've definitely changed my mind about that. I've started to think that CSIs -- and one of them in particular -- are incredibly sexy people."

Before Greg could say a word, he found himself swept into Zeke's arms; the other man's lips were on his, Zeke's hands moving down his back to cup his ass and squeeze gently. All Greg could do was moan, his pulse leaping, his body melting into Zeke's embrace.

He could feel Zeke's hands tugging at the shirt that he'd so carefully tucked into his jeans, then beginning to loosen the buttons down the front. But somehow, he didn't want to protest; all thought of going out to dinner had exited his mind.

He didn't want to go anywhere, Greg told himself, winding his arms around Zeke's neck and pulling the other man closer against his body. He wanted to be in bed with Zeke, naked, skin to skin. Food could wait until they'd sated themselves with each other.

His own movements were mirroring Zeke's; it only took him a few moments to have the other man's sweater lifted over his head and tossed to the floor, then he was unbuckling Zeke's belt, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his long legs.

"I've wanted you since the first second I saw you," Zeke whispered into his ear as he pushed Greg's jeans down, his touch sending trails of fire along Greg's bare skin. "I've been thinking about you all day. I'm surprised I could wait this long to be with you."

"You've been the object of my desire since the first time you smiled at me," Greg whispered, the words almost turning into a moan as Zeke's hands moved up his thighs to cup his ass and pull him close. "All I've wanted since I left the hospital is for you to touch me again."

Being skin to skin with Zeke didn't come as a shock; rather, he felt as though their bodies were meant to meld into each other. All he wanted to do was sink to the floor and wrap his legs around Zeke's waist, for the two of them to be joined in the most primal way possible.

He didn't protest when Zeke lowered him to the floor; for a moment, it occurred to him that he should tell the other man where he kept the lube, but it seemed that Zeke had come prepared. He was reaching for his jeans, pulling a small tube out of one pocket.

It didn't matter to Greg that they were apparently going to make love for the first time on his living room floor. He didn't care about rug burn, or about the fact that the shades were up on the windows. He wanted Zeke too badly for anything to matter but them being together.

Greg moaned softly as Zeke's lubed fingers slid inside him, first one, then a second. Within moments, he was pushing his hips against the invasion, wanting much more, craving the feeling of being filled. It had been far too long; he needed to feel Zeke joined with him.

Within moments, Zeke was positioning himself at Greg's entrance, looking down at him. Greg gazed up at the man above him, wondering why Zeke was hesitating; surely he wanted this as much as Greg did. He hoped that Zeke wasn't going to back off at the last minute.

"You're so damn gorgeous," Zeke whispered, raising one hand to stroke Greg's cheek. "All I've been able to think about all day is making love to you. I almost can't believe it's happening." His voice was hoarse and throaty, the words obviously heartfelt.

"I've waited for this all day long," Greg whispered, unable to make his voice come out any louder than it was. "Don't make me wait any longer, Zeke. Please." He couldn't put into words just how much he wanted this man, how desperately he wanted them to be joined.

"Your wish is my command," Zeke whispered, pressing his hips forward. Greg gasped as Zeke entered him, his muscles tightening involuntarily before he forced himself to relax, closing his eyes and letting the quicksilver flash of pain melt into an all-pervading pleasure.

It only took them a few moments to work up a steady rhythm; Greg wrapped his legs around Zeke's waist, his hips rocking upward to meet Zeke's thrusts, their bodies synchronized in a way that he'd never known with anyone else, his senses soaring to the stars.

Greg had never believed that it was possible to feel this way, to completely immerse himself in another person. He had never been this close to anyone; it was as though he was becoming a part of Zeke, melting into him, not knowing where Zeke ended and he began.

They were one being, one entity, no longer two but one. It didn't matter that he barely knew this man; his body responded to Zeke in a purely primal, instinctual way. He didn't need to know Zeke to want him -- or to feel that he could easily lose his heart.

Greg knew that he couldn't hold back his climax for much longer; Zeke's thrusts were becoming erratic, and he was sure that the other man was as close to the edge as he was. He wanted them both to come at the same moment, to reach the stars simultaneously.

He knew that might not be possible, but the two of them seemed so perfectly matched to each other's inner rhythms that he was almost sure it could happen. Wrapping his legs more tightly around Zeke's waist, he gasped Zeke's name, closing his eyes and letting himself go.

Dimly, he heard Zeke cry out, and he knew that his hope had actually materialized and that Zeke was reaching his climax at the same moment. It was a powerful feeling; the knowledge that they had shared something so intimate only strengthened the bond he already felt with this man.

Zeke collapsed on top of him, burying his face against Greg's shoulder; Greg let himself relax, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hands moving down Zeke's back. He loved the feel of the other man on top of him, the strength of his body, the soft silkiness of his skin.

After what seemed like a very long time to Greg, Zeke finally raised his head, looking down at him with a tired smile. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice still hoarse, but with an undertone of affection in the words that hadn't been there before.

Greg nodded, a small smile curving his lips when he spoke. "Yeah, it was," he said softly, almost afraid to speak aloud and break the spell of utter contentment that seemed to surround them. "It's never been that intense for me before. I think we're a perfect fit."

"I knew that before we made love," Zeke murmured, pulling out of Greg slowly and rolling over onto his side. He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand moving down Greg's chest to tease one nipple, smiling as he did so. "You're still the object of my desire, y'know."

"What, you mean that you want to go at it again?" Greg asked with a laugh. "I'm all for that. But we might have to take a little time to recuperate. And what about going out to dinner? I thought that was going to be our original plan for the evening."

"To hell with going out," Zeke said succinctly, shaking his head. "I don't want to have to put our clothes on again. And I don't want to share you with anybody else. Tonight, you're mine. I can show you off to the world some other time. But not tonight."

"I won't argue with that," Greg laughed, sitting up slowly and then getting to his feet. "But let's go to bed, okay? I think I've already got rug burn on my ass. I don't want to make it any worse." He held out a hand to Zeke, leaning over to help his lover to his feet.

Zeke laughed as he got up, sliding an arm around Greg as they made their way down the hallway to the bedroom. "I think we'll have to forget about going out tonight," he said softly, turning his head to nibble at Greg's earlobe. "We can just order out, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine with me," Greg murmured, his heart leaping in anticipation of the evening ahead. "But later. Much later," he added, closing his eyes as Zeke's mouth came down on his again, his desire for the man next to him blazing to life for the second time that night -- but far from the last.

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