Title: Pushing the Envelope
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: Places, mission_insane
Prompt: 8, Changing room
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 turned to the side, frowning and studying himself critically in the mirror of the changing room. He hated shopping for clothes; he always felt like a scarecrow when he put anything on. But he had to admit, he looked good in the jeans he was wearing.

He always thought he was too skinny to look good in anything, even though Ryan assured him all the time that he had a perfect body. But he'd always thought of himself as not being all that attractive; it was a feeling he'd had since high school that he'd never been able to shake.

He wasn't ugly; he knew that for a fact. He wasn't even unattractive. But he didn't know how to maintain good relationships -- or so he'd told himself before he met Ryan. It all came back to what had been done to him over ten years ago by a man he had trusted.

Greg pushed that thought away firmly; it wasn't something he wanted to let into his mind at the moment. It was something to pull out and contemplate when he was having one of his dark nights of the soul, something to talk about with Ryan and let his boyfriend comfort him.

But they weren't at home now, and he didn't need to think about the past. He should be concentrating on Ryan -- and on the fact that they had a day off and could enjoy themselves. And he really did need some new jeans, he thought wryly. He hadn't bought any in years.

Not that he didn't care about he -- and his clothes -- looked, Greg told himself, facing the mirror and looking even more critically at his reflection. He just didn't have that great of a self-image, even though he knew that he was considered to be fairly good-looking.

"Greg, what's taking you so long in there?" Ryan's voice drew him out of his thoughts; his boyfriend sounded like he was right outside the door of the changing room. Before he could call out to Ryan not to come in, the other man had opened the door, peering into the small room.

Ryan's eyes widened as he stepped inside the small space and closed the door behind him. Greg was sure that he could hear the soft click of the lock; he turned to Ryan with raised brows and a slight smile curving his lips. "Did you just lock us in here?"

"You bet I did," Ryan said softly, sliding his arms around Greg's waist and pulling him close. "Do you really think I could resist the thought of being naughty in a dressing room?" He bowed his head to nibble at Greg's throat as he spoke, eliciting a soft sigh from the other man.

"Ry, we can't .... somebody's going to hear us!" Greg protested halfheartedly, shaking his head. He didn't really want Ryan to stop, though. It felt good to be held against his lover's body, and it was even a little bit thrilling to know that they were doing something illicit.

"We'll be quiet," Ryan murmured, kissing Greg's neck, working slowly up to his jaw, then to his lips. Greg could barely hold back a moan when their lips met; he was sure that if Ryan kept doing this, he would not be able to stay quiet. Not by a long shot.

But he couldn't protest; Ryan's hands were moving down to cup his ass and pull him closer, grinding their hips against each other, making his pulse leap and a wave of heat wash over his body. If he wasn't careful, he'd be letting Ryan take him right here against the wall within seconds.

"You look so good in those jeans," Ryan murmured into his ear, his breath hot on Greg's skin. "So good that all I want to do is get you out of them." Even as he spoke, his hand was at the button on Greg's jeans, then the zipper, slowly lowering it and pushing the fabric down Greg's long legs.

Greg's breath caught in his throat; for just a few seconds, he couldn't breathe. It took him a few moments to find his voice; by that time, Ryan had his jeans down to the floor, pooling around his ankles. He kicked them off, not caring where they ended up.

"Ry, we can't do anything here .... What if we get caught?" His voice was breathless, barely above a low whisper, but it sounded like a shout in the tiny, confined space of the changing room. "We could lose our jobs! We'll create a scandal for the crime lab!"

Ryan shook his head, his lips against Greg's again. His hand was moving down Greg's body now, sliding into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Greg moaned as those long, cool fingers curled around his cock, his hips jerking forward as though his body was trying to meet that touch.

He wanted to stay here forever, caught in this small space, with Ryan's hand moving up and down on his cock. The pleasure was rapidly building within him; Greg knew that he would come in just a few seconds if his boyfriend kept this up.

They shouldn't be doing this; it was dangerous, and they could be caught at any time. But Ryan had locked the door of the changing room, and as long as neither of them made any noise, nobody would know what they had done here. They could walk out with no one being the wiser.

Right now, he didn't care what anyone might think if they were caught. This felt too good to turn away from; he couldn't have stopped Ryan if he wanted to. His knees felt weak, his body leaning against Ryan as if he couldn't hold himself upright any longer.

Only a few more seconds .... even as the thought coalesced in Greg's mind, a rush of pleasure washed over his body, the sensation making him gasp aloud and bury his face against Ryan's shoulder to keep himself from crying out. He leaned more heavily against Ryan, letting his boyfriend support him.

"I've wanted to do something like that with you for a long time," Ryan said, his voice thick and husky. "I don't know what it is about you that makes me want to break all the rules of decency, but whatever it is, it's pretty damn potent, babe. You're intoxicating."

Greg couldn't answer for a few moments; he was still too busy trying to breathe properly. "I've never thought about doing that kind of thing in a public place," he finally murmured. "But now that we've broken that taboo once, I can't wait to do it again. That was .... exciting."

"It was," Ryan agreed, looking around for Greg's pants. "Unless you want to walk out of here in your underwear, we'd better find the jeans you wore in here. Even though I think you should buy that pair you were trying on. You look so good in them I want to tear them off your body."

Greg couldn't help laughing at Ryan's words as he disentangled himself from his lover's embrace, moving to where he'd left the jeans he'd put on that morning on the small bench at the side of the changing room. "Hey now, I don't want you ripping my new clothes to shreds!"

"Don't worry, it's just a figure of speech!" Ryan told him with a laugh. He leaned against the wall, watching appreciatively as Greg pulled his jeans back on, then picked up the ones he'd been trying on up from the floor. "Are you going to buy those or not, then?"

"Since you seem to like them so much, I will," Greg answered, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face his boyfriend. "I like them too. They feel comfortable. And since they seem to drive you pretty wild, I'd say they're going to be a really good investment for my sex life."

"I don't know if I want anybody else to see you in those jeans," Ryan said, reaching out to unlock the door of the small room. "I don't want any other men incited to lust by seeing you look so hot. I'll have to start giving out some beatdowns if that happens."

Greg's laughter rang out as he left the changing room only a few steps ahead of his boyfriend. "I think you're the only guy I incite to lust no matter what I'm wearing," he said softly as he turned back to face Ryan. "And you're the only person I want to have lusting after me. Ever."

"I think that can be arranged," Ryan said, his voice very low and husky. "And when we get home, I'll show you just how much seeing you in those jeans incites me to lust. You'll have to model them for me -- but I don't think they'll be staying on you for very long."

Greg's only answer to those words was a soft laugh as Ryan took his hand and they exited the changing room area. Ryan glanced back for a moment, a small smile quirking his lips as he thought about how they would go about pushing the envelope even more the next time they were here.

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