Title: A Perfect Trust
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: R
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 Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan reached to turn off the water in the shower, pushing the plastic shower curtain back with his other hand. He didn't feel particularly tired, even though he and Greg had worked two different cases last night. Instead, he felt invigorated, not sleepy at all.

But he knew that they both had to get their rest; they both had to stay alert in case that man who haunted Ryan's worst nightmares showed up again. He'd tried to describe the man to Greg as best he could, but the fact that his boyfriend didn't know the face worried him.

Greg could have already talked to that bastard at a crime scene; he could have already been closer to either of them than Ryan wanted to admit. The thought of that man being anywhere near Greg, close enough to touch him, made Ryan's blood run cold.

He knew that his enemies wouldn't hesitate to use anything they could against him; the mob, no matter what nationality it was, never forgot anyone who escaped their clutches. And Ryan knew that they wouldn't miss a chance to wound him in any way that they could.

Ryan reached for a towel to dry himself off, looking into the bathroom mirror as he did so. It was amazing how none of what he'd been through in his years as a cop and then as a CSI showed on his body; there were no scars, no outward marks.

No, his scars were all on the inside, where no one could see how badly some of them still affected him. Greg was the only person who even knew about some of them; until he'd met his lover, he hadn't been able to let himself open up to anyone around him.

Maybe that meant that he had terrible trust issues, Ryan thought wryly, rubbing the towel over his hair as he turned towards the door. He hung the damp towel up on the rack before opening the door, padding naked down the hallway to the bedroom he shared with Greg.

He still hadn't moved into the apartment next door; that would be happening within the next week or so, but the landlord had insisted on putting in new appliances and carpeting, so that was taking a while. At the moment, Ryan was glad for the delay.

It was going to be an adjustment, having his own place and not living here with Greg on a permanent basis any longer. True, his own apartment was just next door, and they would still be spending all of their time together. But it would still be a change for both of them.

Ryan pushed that thought out of his mind as he entered the bedroom, stopping in the doorway to take in the sight presented to him. His eyes widened, a gasp coming from his throat; he hadn't expected to see anything like this, at least not for a while.

There were candles burning on either side of the bed, their soft vanilla scent wafting through the air. Greg was lying in their bed, naked, holding his arms out to Ryan, an inviting smile on his handsome features. His eyes met Ryan's, the invitation in their dark depths unmistakable.

Slowly, he approached the bed until he was standing beside it, his gaze not leaving Greg's face. He was sure that he'd never his boyfriend look so utterly beautiful -- or so desirable. All he wanted to do was take Greg into his arms and never let him go.

"Make love to me," Greg said softly, his voice breaking the silence in the room. "I need you, Ryan. I want you. I've wanted this to happen for a long time, and I know I'm ready for it now. I want you to make me yours. In every way you possibly can."

"Greg, are you absolutely sure?" The question came out before Ryan could stop it; he didn't want to have any kind of second thoughts about what Greg was asking of him, but at the same time, he didn't want to feel as though he'd pushed Greg into making this decision.

Greg nodded, raising a hand to stroke Ryan's cheek. "Yeah, I am," he whispered, his gaze still holding Ryan's. "I've been thinking about this a lot, Ry. I know I'm ready. I've wanted this to happen for a long time, and I know this is what's right for me."

"For both of us," Ryan told him, his voice thick with desire. It was hard to believe that this was finally going to happen -- but he was just as ready for it as Greg was. Just seeing his boyfriend in this state of undress had caused an immediate physical reaction.

That was more than obvious, he thought as he sat down on the bed and leaned over Greg, bowing his head to capture the other man's lips with his own. He was already hard, his desire for Greg evident. And he was sure that it wouldn't take long for him to have Greg in the same state.

Ryan pulled Greg into his arms, moving one hand down the other man's back, molding their bodies close together. Greg responded eagerly to his touch; within seconds, those long legs were entwined with his, Greg's hands moving over his skin.

All it took was one touch from Greg, and he was on fire. Ryan moaned softly against his boyfriend's mouth, deepening the kiss until he felt as though he was melting into Greg. They'd been close before, but never as close as this, never so much a part of the core of each other.

He would have to find the lube. It was the one coherent thought that asserted itself through the maelstrom of sensation that was taking over Ryan's mind and body; he wasn't about to take this any further until he knew that Greg was completely prepared for him.

But he didn't want to break their embrace, not just yet. He wanted to revel in the feel of Greg's body so intimately close to his own; he wanted to hold Greg in his arms, to kiss him breathless, to hear Greg ask him again to make love to him, those words music to his ears.

Greg was under him, in his arms, his body seemingly wrapped around Ryan's. They could stay like this for the rest of the night, their bodies molded together, closer in the physical sense than they'd ever been, and Ryan would be happy with that.

But if Greg wanted to be made love to, then he wasn't going to say no. He wanted his boyfriend to be sure that this was the right time, that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was ready -- but he had to trust Greg to know what was right for him.

It was going to take all of his willpower not to simply throw caution to the winds and thrust inside Greg as quickly as possible; it felt as though he'd been waiting his entire life for this moment to come, and he didn't want to let it slip away.

No, he wasn't going to do that, Ryan told himself sternly. He was going to take his time, to make sure that Greg was prepared in every way before they made love. He wanted to make Greg want this just as much as he did -- if not more.

That didn't seem as though it would be a problem, not with Greg's reactions to everything he was doing. It was as though a dam had broken with Greg, and his desire for Ryan was pouring out in a rushing torrent that he couldn't hold back any longer.

That was exactly how Ryan felt; he couldn't keep back his desire for Greg even if he tried. He had wanted this for too long, wanted -- and needed -- this complete abandonment, this surrendering of everything they were into each other's keeping.

"I want you inside me," Greg whispered, his breath hot against Ryan's skin. "I want you to be part of me -- not just part of me in my heart, but in the physical way, too." He opened his eyes, twining his fingers through the short strands of Ryan's hair. "Please, Ryan. I need you."

"I need you too, baby," he murmured, propping himself up on one elbow and trying to clear the sensual haze that seemed to have taken over his mind. "But we're going to take this slowly, okay? I want to make sure you're completely ready."

Greg nodded, watching as Ryan reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and rummaging in it for a few moments. It didn't take him long to find the tube of lubricant; he could find it by touch, even if he hadn't known exactly where it was.

Ryan popped the cap off the tube, reluctantly disentangling his legs from Greg's and sitting back on his heels. He wanted to drink in the sight of Greg lying there, naked and vulnerable, offering himself with no reservations and no hesitation.

He hadn't thought that this day would come so soon, the day that he would see Greg surrender himself like this with no vestiges of fear in those dark eyes, with no sense of hesitation about what they were going to do. He had told himself that day was far in the future.

And he had been willing to wait for it, for as long as he had to. After all, he had Greg's heart; he knew that this man loved and trusted him. It wasn't the physical side of their relationship that meant the most to him; it was the emotional aspect that mattered.

There was something that flowed between the two of them that he'd never felt with anyone else; a perfect trust that made him feel more secure with Greg than he'd ever dreamed he could feel. Greg was the other half of hf of his heart, his soul mate in every way.

"Don't make me wait," Greg whispered, one hand moving down Ryan's bare arm. "Please, Ryan. I want this. I know it's the right time -- and I hope you feel the same way. If you don't, then tell me." He sounded anxious, as though he was afraid that this wasn't going to happen.

"Of course I feel the same way," Ryan said softly, leaning forward to capture Greg's lips with his own again. He intended to make this a night for both of them to remember for the rest of their lives, one that they would both look back on and treasure forever.

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