Title: Pinnacle
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Logan Echolls/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Veronica Mars /CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: 1, stories_a_z
Prompt: P
Author's Note: Continuation of Coming Right Along.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Logan Echolls or Ryan Wolfe, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Logan buried his face against Ryan's shoulder, his breath hot against the older man's skin. Ryan's hand moved up to stroke Logan's hair; he could sense the hesitation, the uncertainty. If Logan wasn't ready for this, he wasn't going to push.

"Logan, if you're not ready for this, we don't have to make love now," he said softly, feeling Logan tremble in his arms. He had been so sure a few moments ago that they were going to make love, but now, he wasn't sure that it was the right thing to do.

"It's not that I don't want us to make love," Logan said, lifting his head to look into Ryan's eyes, his voice choked. "I-I thought I was ready, Ryan. I guess in a way, I still do. I just kind of don't know where to start. I know what to do, I just ...."

His voice trailed off, and Ryan's arms tightened around his waist. He held Logan close, murmuring soft words, not really knowing what he was saying, but just wanting Logan to know that he was here and to soothe him in any way that he could.

Slowly, carefully, he managed to shift their positions until they were lying next to each other, Logan's head on his shoulder, the two of them clasped in each other's arms. Ryan brushed a gentle kiss across Logan's hair, moving his hand soothingly down the younger man's back.

When Logan lifted his head, his eyes were bright with unshed tears; Ryan raised a hand to stroke Logan's cheek, then leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He wasn't sure of what to say, or of how to reassure Logan that things were all right.

It didn't matter if they made love tonight or not; he was more concerned with Logan being comfortable and at ease with him rather than jumping into bed. After all that this young man had been through, he didn't expect sex. It was still too early in the relationship for that.

Logan was already moving closer to him, snuggling into his arms; Ryan was surprised to realize that the younger man's hands were moving down his sides, over his hips, one hand slipping between his legs to cup his cock and balls before those long fingers began to stroke him.

Ryan's breath caught in his throat; his eyelids fluttered closed as he gave himself over to the pleasure of being touched. It didn't matter that Logan seemed to be running hot and cold; Ryan didn't blame him for being confused and a little afraid of what they might do.

If all Logan wanted to do was touch him like this, then he'd be happy with that. There was no reason for them to rush anything; they could take their time and get to where they were going later. After all, getting there was half the fun, so the saying went.

He raised his hips in rhythm with Logan's hand, his lips trailing fire over the young man's bare shoulder. He longed to press Logan back against the pillows and kiss him until he was breathless, to slide inside him and take him, slowly and gently, to fuse their bodies into one ....

But no, this wasn't the time for them to make love on his terms. He had to let Logan set the pace; he had to hold back and wait for a signal from the young man in his arms. He wasn't going to risk scaring Logan, or making him back away.

It definitely didn't seem like Logan was backing away now, not if what he was doing to Ryan was any kind of indication. His hand began to move faster on Ryan's cock, stroking him purposefully; within moments, Ryan was gasping for breath, sure that he was near the edge.

Logan sat up, gazing down at Ryan for a few seconds before he swung one long leg over Ryan's body and straddled his legs. He leaned down, his hand still stroking between Ryan's thighs, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth before whispering into his ear.

"I want you to make love to me, Ry," he murmured, his voice so soft that Ryan wasn't sure he'd heard the words correctly at first. "I'm tired of being scared. I want to give myself to you and let everything that's happened in the past go. I want to be yours."

Ryan couldn't have been more surprised if Logan had bashed him over the head with a hammer. This was a far cry from what he'd expected -- but he had to admit that Logan's words aroused him. He wanted to make love to this young man more than he'd ever wanted anything.

"Logan, are you sure?" he whispered, not wanting to make Logan back down from the decision he had apparently made, but not wanting to push him into anything he wasn't ready for. "We don't have to make love now. We can wait, if you're the least bit unsure."

But Logan shook his head, reaching for the small tube of lube on the bedside table and handing it to Ryan. "I want you to make love to me," he said again, his dark gaze meeting Ryan's and not looking away. "I've wanted this ever since I first saw you. I'm ready."

Ryan nodded, accepting the younger man's words. If Logan said that he was ready, then Ryan wasn't going to question that; he wanted to give Logan everything that he wanted, including himself. He only hoped that Logan would have no regrets about this.

Slowly, Ryan popped the cap on the tube, coating two fingers with the thick, slippery lube. He was going to be slow and careful about this; if Logan showed any sign whatsoever of being in pain, he would stop. He'd make sure that this involved only pleasure.

It only took him a few seconds to slide one lubed finger inside Logan, watching the younger man's face carefully for any signs of discomfort. But there were none; within moments, Logan was raising his hips, fisting handfuls of the sheets, moaning Ryan's name.

He slipped a second finger inside Logan, using them to stroke across the young man's prostate, once, twice, then a third time. He could feel Logan's inner muscles tightening around his fingers, hear his soft gasp of pleasure, see that pleasure reflected on Logan's face.

"I want you, Logan," he murmured, his voice very soft and husky. "I want to make love to you, to be inside you. I just don't want you to say yes unless it's what you really want. I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart. I promise you I won't. Please trust me."

"I do," Logan whispered, opening his eyes and meeting Ryan's gaze directly. "I want you, too. I want you to take away all the bad memories and help me make good ones. Make love to me, Ryan. Please." His arms encircled Ryan's neck, pulling him down for a long, heady kiss.

Ryan carefully positioned himself, feeling a slight resistance when he rocked his hips forward. He didn't want to hurt Logan in any way, but even so, he knew that there might be a flash of pain when he pushed inside the young man for the first time. He just hoped that it wouldn't last.

Logan's arms tightened around his shoulders; as their kiss intensified, Ryan pressed his hips forward, sliding inside Logan more easily than he'd thought he would. He could feel those inner muscles going taut around him, then relaxing as Logan took a deep breath.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Ryan knew that his tone sounded more anxious than it should, but that was understandable, given all that he knew of Logan's past. He wanted to make sure that Logan was all right before this went any further, though it was difficult to hold back.

Logan nodded, his inner muscles tightening around Ryan again. "Yeah, I'm good," he whispered, rocking his hips against Ryan's as he spoke. "Really, Ry. I'm okay. It only hurt for a second. It feels good to have you in me. Make love to me. Please."

"Your wish is my command," Ryan whispered, bowing his head to capture Logan's lips with his own again. It only took him a few moments to work up a slow, steady rhythm, rocking his hips slowly, pleased that Logan's body rose to meet his with every thrust.

He was too aroused to keep this up for long; Ryan knew that he was going to come far sooner than he wanted to, but he was determined to push Logan over the edge first. He wasn't going to let himself go until he knew that his young lover had reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

He could feel Logan's body beginning to tremble, those muscles tightening around him again. Logan was close to the edge; it would only be a matter of moments before he was falling from the precipice they were both on, and Ryan intended to catch him when he did.

He thrust his hips forward again, hearing Logan's soft cry and feeling the young man go impossibly tight around him. Then Logan was clutching him, trembling in his arms; Ryan could feel the warm rush of his release between their bodies and feel his own orgasm in the wings.

One more thrust, and he was following Logan, his own body trembling with the force of his climax. Ryan wrapped his arms around Logan, holding him close, burying his face against the young man's shoulder as his body shuddered and spasmed.

It seemed like a very long time before he could lift his head; when he did, Logan was watching him, a small smile on his lips. Ryan levered himself up on one elbow, reaching to brush a few errant stands of hair from Logan's face, then leaning down to kiss those softly parted lips.

"That was incredible," he whispered, hoping that Logan felt the same as he did. He felt that he was still flying through the clouds, that he was floating so incredibly high it was possible he might never come down. No one had ever made him feel like this, so complete, so fulfilled.

"I love you," Logan murmured, raising a hand to place soft fingertips against Ryan's lips. "I love everything about you. I love the way you make love to me. I just ...." He took a deep breath, smiling up at Ryan. "I love you. You're the first person I've ever said those words to and meant them."

"I love you, too," Ryan said softly, brushing his fingertips down Logan's cheek. "I've loved you from the first moment I saw you, I think. It was more than just desire, Logan. I wanted to wrap my arms around you and protect you from anything bad in the world."

"I feel safe when I'm with you," Logan told him, sliding both arms around Ryan's waist and snuggling against him. "Especially now that we're ...." His voice trailed off, a pink flush suffusing his pale cheeks. "Now that we're lovers."

"I hope you're not embarrassed about that," Ryan said with a soft laugh, pressing a kiss against Logan's cheek. "Because being your lover is the best thing that's ever happened to me. You've changed my whole life, Logan. I've never been this happy. Never."

"Neither have I," Logan murmured, raising his head to gaze into Ryan's eyes. "I want this to last, Ryan. I want us to be like this forever. I want to be in your arms and in your heart for the rest of my life. I know you're definitely always going to be in mine."

"And that's exactly where I want to be," Ryan said, kissing Logan again. He settled back onto the pillows, wrapping his arms around Logan and closing his eyes. "Let's get some rest, babe. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, and wake up beside you."

Ryan smiled as he said the words, already starting to feel sleep steal over him. He had never felt happier or more satisfied in his life; they had both reached the pinnacle of happiness tonight, and he hoped that the two of them would stay there for a very long time to come.

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