Title: Rising Tide
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: R
Table: Saucy, mission_insane
Prompt: 5, Lick
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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"I can't believe you're serving me ice cream in bed," Greg said with a laugh as he took the bowl that Ryan held out to him. His boyfriend had such a look of happiness on his face that he didn't want to spoil Ryan's little surprise by bursting into laughter.

Really, it was sweet of him to do something like this, Greg reflected, the smile still hovering on his lisp. Nobody else he'd ever dated had done the kinds of things Ryan did for him -- but then again, none of those people had ever been in love with him.

It still amazed him that he'd found someone like Ryan; his boyfriend had been a completely unexpected arrival in his life, and he was thankful every day to whatever fate had thrown the two of them together. Ever since they had met, his life had only gotten better.

He couldn't imagine his life without Ryan; now that he'd found love, not having it was unfathomable. Without Ryan, he would only be a shadow of the person he was now; he might still exist, but he wouldn't be able to call himself living. Not without Ryan by his side.

"What are you thinking about?" Ryan asked, tilting his head to the side and regarding Greg with a slight frown between his brows. "You look so serious all of a sudden. I hope I didn't do or say anything to make you look like a shadow just passed over you."

Greg shook his head, pushing his morbid thoughts away and smiling at the man he loved. "No, of course you didn't," he said softly, setting the bowl of ice cream on the bedside table and holding out his arms to the other man. "You never say anything to upset me."

Ryan rolled his eyes, shaking his head and laughing softly. "Never? I think you've got that wrong, babe," he contradicted, taking Greg's hand in his own and twining their fingers together. "I know I say things to upset you sometimes. But we always work out our differences."

"We don't have many of those, anyway," Greg said, squeezing his boyfriend's hand. "If we did, then I doubt we'd still be together. I might not have a lot of relationship experience, but I know you well enough to know you wouldn't be with somebody you argued with all the time."

Ryan shook his head again, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss across Greg's parted lips. "Maybe not, but I can't see myself ever not being with you, even if we did argue a lot. I love you, Greg, and I always will. That means that I'll always be with you."

Greg could feel tears rising to his eyes at his lover's words; he knew that Ryan loved him, but it was nice to hear the man he loved say things like that. He didn't need to hear the words, but still, it was good to have such confirmation of Ryan's emotions.

Blinking those tears back, he reached for the bowl of strawberry ice cream on the table. He loved ice cream; it was one of the things that he and Ryan shared. Strawberry was his boyfriend's favorite flavor, too; it was just one more thing that they'd bonded over.

Greg lay back against the pillows, digging into the ice cream and glancing at Ryan. His boyfriend was sitting there watching him with a slight smile curving his lips; that gaze made Greg think of doing something other than sitting here innocently eating a bowl of ice cream.

"Whoah, you're going to get all sticky if you keep doing that." Greg looked down, realizing that he'd spilled a bit of the ice cream onto his bare chest. Ryan was leaning forward with an intent gaze, obviously planning on doing something that Greg didn't expect.

He closed his eyes when Ryan's tongue touched his skin; his boyfriend licked away the spilled ice cream, but he didn't stop there. His tongue moved up to Greg's collarbone, those soft lips pressing against his skin before moving back down to nibble gently at one nipple.

Before Greg could say a word, Ryan's tongue was licking at his nipple, then circling with the tip of his tongue until his nipple was erect before moving his mouth to the other one. Greg set the bowl of ice cream aside again with shaking hands, closing his eyes.

All he wanted to do was to give himself over to the exquisite pleasure of Ryan's mouth on his skin, that warm, wet tongue circling and licking at his nipple. He wanted that tongue to move lower, to lick him all over, to take him in any way that Ryan wanted.

Just as he thought that Ryan's tongue was going to take a downward trek, his boyfriend stopped, raising his head to grin at Greg. "Somehow, I think we've gotten far away from the idea of eating ice cream in bed," he pointed out, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Yeah, I guess we have," Greg agreed with a soft sigh, trying to force himself to relax and let his racing heart slow down. If they weren't going to continue this, then there was no reason for him to get all hot and bothered. He didn't want to stay in an aroused state.

"I've got an idea to make eating ice cream in bed a lot more interesting," Ryan continued, flashing Greg another of those wicked grins. Greg raised an eyebrow, wondering what his boyfriend meant by that. He had no doubt that Ryan would soon show him that meaning.

Ryan sat up and reached for the bowl of half-melted strawberry ice cream on the bedside table, spooning up a generous amount of it. With a flourish, he let it spill onto Greg's chest; the coldness of the ice cream on his skin made Greg yelp, his dark eyes widening in surprise.

"Looks like I spilled some more ice cream on you," Ryan said, shaking his head. "Guess I"ll need to spend some time cleaning that up." Without another word, he bent his head to Greg's chest again, his warm tongue lapping at the ice cream.

Greg moaned softly as Ryan's tongue once again circled his erect nipple; it was obvious what his boyfriend intended to do. Well, so much for not being aroused; that idea flew out of the window as soon as Ryan's lips touched him. No way could he hold back that arousal now.

He didn't have to hold back, and he knew it. Every movement that Ryan made was urging him to let himself go, to lie back and enjoy the pleasure that his boyfriend was giving him. With a sigh, Greg gave himself up to that pleasure, letting himself relax completely.

The warmth of Ryan's mouth began to move downward slowly, leaving his nipples and making its way down to his navel. Greg moaned and squirmed as Ryan's tongue circled his navel, then licked downward, pushing Greg's boxers down as he went.

"If this is what you're going to do every time we eat ice cream in bed, then I'm going to make sure we always have some in the freezer ready to go," Greg murmured as Ryan pushed his boxers down his legs, leaving him completely bare. "I could definitely get used to this."

Ryan didn't answer; he was too busy licking his way down Greg's body, igniting a fire that Greg knew would keep blazing higher until it was raging out of control. With a sigh of contentment, he gave himself over to that rising tide, letting the pleasure sweep over him and lift him ever higher.

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