Title: One Step Over the Line
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Steve McGarrett
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/Hawaii Five-0
Rating: R
Author's Note: Continuation of Hidden Desires.
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 Steve McGarrett, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Even as he drew Greg into his arms, Steve felt apprehensive, as though they were in the wrong place. This wasn't where he wanted to make love to Greg for the first time; he wanted them to be in his house by the ocean, a cool breeze wafting through his large bedroom.

Or on the beach, under the sun, in the private cove in front of his house. He wanted to make love to Greg in some place that they could come back to time and time again, a place that they could call their onw, a place that would bring back good memories for them both.

But this was where they were, he told himself firmly. They could drive to his house inside of ten minutes, but he didn't want to get up and leave -- not now, not when they were so close, not when leaving would break the mood of breathless anticipation.

He closed his eyes as their lips met; he was sure that he had never tasted any lips as sweet as Greg's. He never wanted to kiss anyone else again; he wanted to savor the taste of Greg's kiss on his lips, to burn it into his heart and soul so that it was never forgotten.

His hand slid behind Greg's head, fingers twining through the soft hair at teh nape of his neck. He could dimly hear Greg's soft moan, feel those arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. His pulse quickened, his body responding to the urgency in Greg's touch.

No, they definitely couldn't take the time to go to his house; they would have to make love here, in Greg's apartment. He wasn't going to risk breaking the spell that was being woven around the two of them; he wanted Greg too badly to wait.

"Which way is the bedroom?" he murmured against Greg's lips, hoping that he wasn't moving too quickly. But as he moved a hand down Greg's thigh, then to the juncture between his legs, he could tell that Greg was just as aroused as he was.

"Just down the hall," Greg whispered, his voice slightly unsteady. "I wish we were already there," he added, pulling away from Steve and standing up. He held out his hand to the other man, tilting his head to the side. "Come on. I'll lead the way."

Steve stood and took Greg's hand, following him down the hall towards his bedroom, surprised to find that Greg had a large, queen-sized bed, and that the room was immaculate. He hadn't expected Greg to be the kind of man who kept everything neat and in its place.

But then, he didn't know this man very well -- at least, not yet. They had plenty of time to get to know each other, not only in bed, but in all the other ways. He intended to be with Greg for a long time to come -- maybe even for the rest of their lives. They had all the time in the world.

Or did they? a little voice in the back of Steve's mind piped up. What he did was dangerous. He didn't intend to get himself killed, but there was no telling what could happen to him. And Greg could easily be targeted, too. Neither of them was completely safe.

They couldn't be assured of a future and a long life together, Steve told himself. But they would take what they could, one day at a time -- and if being a couple seemed like it was one step over the line, then they would deal with what the people around them thought in the same way.

Within moments, they were on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, their mouths seeking each other again. Steve was sure that he couldn't wait much longer to have Greg; he needed to be inside this man, to join their bodies, to make Greg his.

How many nights had he dreamed about this since they'd first met? Steve wondered as he crushed Greg's mouth with his own, rolling them over until he was on top of the other man. Every night -- and even a lot of daydreaming when he should have been working, he thought.

His hands were on he hem of Greg's t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it to the floor. Greg was doing the same with Steve's shirt; within moments, they were both naked from the waist up, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Steve wanted to feel Greg naked beneath him, wanted to feel those long legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted to bury himself deep inside Greg's body, to hear Greg moan his name, to lose himself in the welcoming warmth that he was sure would envelop him.

But he could take his time; after all, they had all night. And he wanted to make this good for Greg, not just a hurried encounter. He wanted their first time together to be wonderful, something that they would look back on and remember with a smile for the rest of their lives.

Bowing his head, he pressed a kiss against Greg's parted lips, then began to move downward. As he did, his hands went to the button and zipper of Greg's jeans; it only took him a few seconds to have both of them undone, to slide the fabric down Greg's long legs.

Impatiently, Greg kicked his pants off; now Steve was the only one of them who was clothed. He raised his hips slightly so that Greg could work at getting his cargo pants undone; it only took him a few seconds to slip them off his narrow hips and kick them to the floor.

Ah, that was more like it, Steve thought with an inward smile. Now they were skin to skin, no physical barriers between their bodies. This was how he had wanted them to be ever since his first glimpse of Greg, from the handshake and the first smile.

His mouth moved lower, down the slender column of Greg's throat, pressing kisses against one bare shoulder, then down to the other man's chest. Greg moaned as Steve took one small, hardened nipple into his mouth, gently sucking at the tender bud.

After a few moments, he moved his mouth to the other nipple, lavishing the same attention on it as he had on the first. Greg moaned his name again, the sound seeming to reverberate in the quiet air; just hearing that soft moan made Steve's desire for Greg flare even higher.

He was sure that he'd never wanted anyone this badly; if he didn't have Greg soon, he was going to explode. He couldn't hold himself back any longer; and judging from Greg's reactions, the man beneath him felt exactly the same way.

"I want you," Steve whispered into Greg's ear, moving his hands down the other man's sides to rest on his slender hips. "I want to make love to you all night. I want to pound you into the mattress. I want to take you so many times you can't count them all."

"Just don't hurt me," Greg murmured, twining his arms around Steve's neck and pulling him down until their lips were almost touching. Steve could feel the warm susurrus of Greg's breath on his skin; it was his words that struck a coldness into him. "That's all I ask."

Steve propped himself up on one elbow, one hand moving to stroke the softness of Greg's cheek. "Greg .... did somebody .... hurt you before?" he asked, frowning. If anyone had hurt Greg in any way, he would track them down and kill them. Slowly and painfully.

"It doesn't matter," Greg whispered, shaking his head. "It's in the past. I shouldn't have said that. Just forget it, Steve, okay? Please." Greg's dark eyes were on him, pleading, literally begging him not to take the subject any further.

Since Greg obviously didn't want to talk about it, Steve reluctantly let the subject go. But he would ask Greg about it later -- and if he found out who had hurt this beautiful man, he would hunt them down and make sure that they never did the same to anyone else.

Maybe Greg was talking about emotional pain, rather than physical. Steve winced at the thought; either of them was bad. He didn't know who had hurt his beautiful lover in the past, but he was going to make sure that he himself never caused Greg any kind of pain.

"I'd never hurt you," he whispered, pressing his mouth against Greg's cheek, then his lips, in a gentle kiss that grew more intense within seconds. He wanted to devour this man; he was sure that he'd never be able to look at Greg again without wanting to kiss him.

Had he ever been able to look at Greg since they first met and not want to feel those lips under his? Steve thought wryly. He didn't think so. This had been an instant attraction, and if loving a man was taking one step over the line that most people drew, he didn't care.

What other people thought of them didn't matter. Outside of work, his private life was his own, and no one could tell him how to live it. If anyone was bother by the fact that he was involved with a man, then they would just have to get over it.

For the moment, all he wanted to do was be with Greg; he wanted to take away that flash of fear he'd seen in those dark eyes when Greg had told him to forget what he'd said. He wanted to hold Greg close to his heart and soul, not only tonight, but for all of their lives.

And he would start doing that right now, Steve thought, tightening his arms around the other man and pulling Greg closer against him. This was going to be a night for them both to remember, a night that they would look back on as one of the best either of them had ever experienced.

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Next story in series - Say You'll Be Mine.