Title: The Right Curves
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: The Body, mission_insane
Prompt: 8, Hips
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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Ryan sat back in his chair, shaking his head when Greg reached for the chocolate cake he'd made. "No thanks, babe," he said with a soft laugh. "One piece of that was enough. If I keep eating, I'll blow up like a blimp and I won't be able to fit through the front door!"

"Then we could stay at home all the time and do nothing but make love!" Greg told him, his laughter joining Ryan's. "Seriously, though, that cake is pretty rich. I didn't think it would be, but it came out better than I thought it was going to."

"Where did you learn to cook like this?" Ryan asked, genuinely surprised that his boyfriend was so good in the kitchen. It was amazing, really, when he considered that Greg didn't seem to gain an ounce of weight, even when he ate like a horse.

"My mom, of course," Greg told him, grinning. "You don't think I could grow up an only child and not get fed up, do you? Mom was always trying to get me to eat more. So was Grandma Olaf, when I was living at home. Between the two of them, I'm surprised I stayed skinny."

"You've got all the right curves in all the right places," Ryan said, leaning forward and taking his boyfriend's hand across the table. He twined their fingers together for just a few moments, squeezing Greg's hand gently before letting go. "And I love each and every one of them."

Greg laughed softly, standing up and reaching for the cake. "I'll wrap this up and keep it on the counter in case we want a slice before bed," he said, turning to head back into the kitchen. Ryan sat back in his chair, silently watching as his boyfriend walked to the kitchen door.

He loved watching Greg walk, loved the sway of his hips, the graceful way his body moved. Just looking at his boyfriend made a wave of desire rise within him, a desire that he didn't want to hold back. All he wanted to do was sweep Greg off to their bedroom and ....

Ryan tried to pull his thoughts away from that idea, but he couldn't do it. And why shouldn't he let his mind go in that direction? he asked himself. After all, they were here at home, behind closed doors; they could do whatever they wanted, with no one the wiser.

Getting to his feet, Ryan followed Greg to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame and watching as his boyfriend moved around the kitchen. Greg carefully set the chocolate cake on a large plate, covering it with a lid that had been made especially for that purpose.

There was so much about Greg that he loved, so much that had come as a surprise to him, things that he'd never have expected to be attracted to. Who would have known that he'd fall for a man who could cook -- and that he would find that ability so sexy?

Really, it was amazing that Greg didn't gain a lot of weight from eating his own cooking, Ryan thought, his gaze wandering appreciatively over Greg's slender body. But he never seemed to gain an ounce; in Ryan's eyes, his body was utterly perfect.

Of course, the fact that they both went to the gym and worked out twice a week probably had a lot to do with that fact, Ryan told himself. He actually enjoyed going to the gym now that he had someone to go there with; it no longer seemed like a chore that he had to accomplish.

Whenever they were at the gym, he almost forgot to work out because he was so busy watching Greg. He couldn't help admiring his boyfriend -- and throwing menacing glares at any men in the vicinity who happened to be looking at him, too. He wasn't going to stand for that.

No one else had the right to admire Greg's body. If they wanted to look once or twice, fine -- but there were men at teh gym who openly stared, and there had been a few who had even tried to slip Greg their phone numbers. Ryan had taken those slips of paper and torn them to shreds.

He hated it when other men stared at Greg as though they were mentally undressing him. He was the only person who had the right to do that, he thought, his gaze dropping to Greg's hips, then to his ass. That gorgeous body was his alone to admire -- and to make love to.

Greg thought it was funny when other men looked at him; he had told Ryan more than once that he shouldn't worry about it so much. After all, Greg had told him, they would be going home together. Those other men didn't have a snowball's chance in hell.

They could stare at his boyfriend's swaying hips, at his delectable ass, and at his gorgeous face all they wanted to -- but in the end, Greg would be coming home with him. Greg had chosen to be with him, and he knew that his boyfriend didn't want anyone else.

How had he managed to get so lucky? Ryan didn't know the answer to that, but he did know that he would be grateful every day of his life that Greg had fallen in love with him. He didn't want to imagine what his life might be like without Greg in it.

Just looking at Greg now not only made desire rise within him, but also a wave of love stronger than anything he'd ever felt. He'd never felt such love -- or such desire along with it -- for anyone before; to him, that was only more proof that he and Greg belonged together.

He couldn't feel this kind of love for Greg if they hadn't somehow been intended for each other by a fate that had decided to be kind to them. They'd both been through a lot before they'd found each other, but now that they had, neither of them would ever let go.

Greg turned to put a few dishes into the cabinets above the counter, and Ryan's eyes were drawn to the other man's hips again. How was it that Greg could have such amazing curves, yet be so slender? Was he the only one who saw his boyfriend in such a way?

It didn't really matter, did it? he asked himself with an inward smile. After all, no one else was going to explore those curves; he alone had the right to touch Greg, to admire him, to love him. Other people could look all they wanted, but only he was allowed to touch.

Deciding to do just that, he moved into the kitchen, standing behind Greg and placing his hands on his lover's hips. "How is it that you stay so thin, when you can cook the way you do?" he whispered into Greg's ear. "I need to learn what your secret is."

"I think it's because I spend a lot of time working off those extra pounds in bed," Greg told him in a teasing tone, turning around to face Ryan. "And I think we ought to indulge in some of that right now. You know, just to work off that weight we might have gained."

"Y'know, that sounds like a great idea," Ryan drawled, his hands tightening on Greg's slender hips and pulling his boyfriend closer against the heat of his body. "We ought to get to work on that as soon as possible. I think I can feel the weight starting to settle on my hips already."

"Then let's get rid of that right away," Greg told him, taking his hands and backing towards the kitchen door, before laughing and turning around to run down the hallway towards their bedroom. Ryan followed him, his own laughter echoing Greg's, more than eager to take those words to heart.

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