Title: Raining in My Mind
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Mike Keppler
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Raining in Las Vegas, 2) Let the Rain Come Down, 3) Morning Rain
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 Mike Keppler, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg was awakened by a kiss; soft and gentle at first, then slowly becoming more demanding. He moaned softly against the mouth that was covering his, taking a few moments to realize that it was Mike who was kissing him, Mike's hands that were moving over his bare body.

He'd managed to drift off while Mike was in the bathroom, but clarity returned within a few seconds. Greg wound his arms around the other man's neck, pulling Mike down to him for another heated, heady kiss that took his breath away.

Mike tasted minty-fresh, the toothpaste and mouthwash tingling on Greg's tongue. He wanted to lie here and kiss Mike forever, but the other man seemed to have different ideas; he disentangled himself from Greg's embrace and sat back with a smile.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered, his dark eyes meeting Greg's. The younger man only hesitated for a moment before he nodded; there was no reason for him not to trust Mike, not after what he'd let this man do to his body already.

"Turn over, sweetness," Mike breathed into his ear, his breath hot against Greg's skin. Greg did as he was told, turning over onto his stomach and stretching out languidly, moaning softly when Mike's hands moved down his back to cup and fondle his ass.

"You have the most gorgeous back seat I've ever laid eyes on," Mike told him, his voice breathless. "And I can't wait to slip inside it." As though to prove his point, he squeezed Greg's ass gently, then slowly began to push the younger man's thighs apart.

Greg groaned and stretched out, abandoning himself to the pleasure of Mike's touch. Had anyone else who'd ever fucked him been this vocal about what they were going to do to him? No, he didn't think so. The guys he'd been with in the past hadn't bothered to talk much.

He'd never been one for wanting to talk dirty, but there was something sensual about hearing Mike's words and know that this man intended to fuck him. Maybe there was something to it, after all. It was definitely turning him on at the moment, anyway.

Mike's hands were sliding under him, lifting his hips off the bed; Greg was sure that he knew what was coming next. His muscles tightened involuntarily, anticipating the thrust, the feeling of being filled and taken. It was a feeling that he knew very well.

But no one had ever taken him in the way that Mike had -- in such an authoritative way, as though he knew that he couldn't possibly be denied anything he demanded. He'd never had a lover who was so .... overpowering. Or a lover who aroused him this much.

He was already prepped and ready; he knew that Mike didn't have to lube him again. All he wanted was for Mike to be inside him again, to join their bodies in the most primal way possible. His patience was already starting to wear thin; he wanted Mike now.

As though the other man had guessed Greg's thoughts, Mike thrust into him with a suddenness that made him gasp, his hips flexing in reaction. There was a slight burning sensation, then a wave of pleasure washed over him, taking his breath away, making his body go limp for a moment.

Then Mike was pulling him back against that strong, muscular body, sinking deeper inside him; Mike's arms were around his waist, one hand moving down between Greg's thighs to wrap around his cock, the other up to his chest to tweak and tease each taut nipple.

Within a few minutes, Greg and Mike were moving in a synchronized rhythm, their bodies locked together in an ecstasy that Greg had never touched before. No one had ever taken him to these heights; he'd never been with anyone who had fit him so perfectly.

Greg leaned back, resting his head against Mike's shoulder and turning his head to nuzzle the other man's neck. He'd been taken in this position before, but never quite like this. No one had ever wanted to touch him in the way that Mike was doing now.

That was the difference between Mike and the other men he'd been with, Greg realized with some surprise. None of the others had thought about him. All any of them had been interested in was their own pleasure, never his.

He'd always been with people who had taken, rather than giving. And maybe that was why he had felt so empty, even when they had spent the night with him and kissed him goodbye before they had left. Even when he'd been involved with them, there had always been a void.

Mike filled that void. It was obvious that he wanted to take his own pleasure from Greg's body -- but he was just as determined to give pleasure, to make Greg feel good as well. And he was definitely good at doing that, Greg thought as Mike's fingers tightened around his cock.

Then Mike was pushing him forward, so that he had to catch himself on his hands to keep from falling face-first into his pillow. Those thrusts were harder and deeper now; Greg could hardly catch his breath before another moan was being drawn from his throat.

Mike's hand was still between his legs, stroking him along with those deep thrusts. Greg could feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach; he knew that he couldn't last much longer, and he doubted that Mike could either. After all, his lover was older than him.

But Mike seemed to be having no difficulties with anything they'd done so far; Greg was astonished at this man's staying power. Mike seemed just as eager and ready as he himself was; how could it be possible for anyone to have such a sexual appetite?

As Mike thrust into him again, any coherent thought was driven from Greg's mind; all he could do was moan, and then cry out the name of the man who was bringing him to this ecstasy. His entire body was trembling, his muscles tightening, his orgasm imminent.

The next thrust pushed him over the edge; he was floating, then falling, the ground rushing up to meet him in what he knew would be a bone-jarring impact. But there was no crash; instead, he fell into Mike's arms, cradled and held safely as he spiraled down to Earth.

He only dimly heard Mike's cry and felt the other man release inside him; his senses were focused on his own orgasm, on the pleasure washing in wave after wave through his body. He felt limp, overwhelmed, as if he was a small craft tossed in a tempestuous sea.

Mike's arms were wrapped around his waist again, pulling him back against the warmth of the other man's body. Mike was nuzzling his shoulder, then his neck, soft lips caressing his cheek. Greg's head fell back against Mike's shoulder, the other man's lips brushing his own.

"Was that as amazing for you as it was for me, beautiful?" Mike murmured against Greg's mouth. "If you can be patient for a little while, we can go again -- I don't think I'm done with you for the day yet." His voice was soft and husky, a seductive promise in his tone.

"You want to go at it again?" Greg asked with a tired laugh. He was feeling a little worn down himself, but he wasn't going to admit that to Mike. Still, he had just come off a long shift at work, while Mike had just awakened when he'd come over this morning.

Maybe that was why the other man was so energetic, Greg told himself, stifling a yawn. But he wasn't going to complain -- not when a whole new vista of possibilities had opened up before him. He was sure that this was far from the last time he and Mike would be together like this.

"Why not?" Mike murmured, his breath soft against Greg's cheek. "I want this, and I think you do too, judging from everything that's already happened. How long has it been since anyone's touched you, Greg? How long have you had to wait for somebody to do this to you?"

"A long time," Greg admitted, not wanting to tell Mike that it had been more than six months since he'd been touched by anyone -- or had even had a date. Somehow, he was always too busy -- or too tired -- to even think about sex. It just wasn't a priority.

But now, it was. Suddenly, this thing with Mike had become one of the most important things in his life. What was it? An interlude? A relationship? He didn't know yet. He wasn't even sure that Mike knew -- but at the moment, it didn't seem to matter.

He only hoped that this man wasn't going to walk out of his life after today, that they'd be nothing more than a one-day stand and that this would never happen again. He already felt as though he needed Mike in his life. He just hoped that the other man felt the same.

"You're irresistible," Mike whispered into his ear. "I consider myself lucky that somebody hasn't already snapped you up -- but their loss is my gain. I'm claiming you, Greg Sanders. You're mine. If anybody else so much as touches you, they'll regret it."

Greg blinked, unsure of what to say. Fortunately, Mike didn't expect him to answer -- within seconds, the other man's mouth was on his, cutting off any words he could say. Though really, no words were needed. Greg's surrender had already been a foregone conclusion.

The rain was still pattering on the window; Greg focused on it, rather than on the words that Mike had just said. He knew that the other man was waiting for him to say something, but there were no words that he could make come to his tongue at the moment.

All he could do was watch the rain beat against the windows, knowing that any time it rained from now on, he would always remember Mike's words -- and the way they had made him feel. As though it was raining in his mind, drenching him with emotions that he couldn't express.

"You don't have to say anything," Mike said softly. "I just wanted you to know how I feel. I've waited all my life to find somebody like you. Somebody who could make me feel like I'd found my other half. I never thought I'd find that again. But now I have, and I won't let go."

"Neither will I," Greg murmured, turning his head so that his gaze met Mike's. When their lips met again, he knew that he didn't need to say anything else -- and that the raining in his mind would go on every time he was with this man, drowning him in a feeling that he never wanted to lose.

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