Title: Shower Your Love
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
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 led Greg into the bathroom, closing the door behind them; he didn't want Wolfie to come in and jump into the shower unexpectedly. At any other time, it might have been funny, but he didn't want their private time to be interrupted in any way.

It only took him a few moments to get fluffy towels from the linen closet to wrap them both in when they got out of the shower; pulling the curtain back, he bent to turn on the water, adjusting it until it felt right. It was a bit hot, but that was what he wanted.

Not that they wouldn't be managing to make their own steam, he thought with an inward smile, stepping into the shower and holding out his arms to Greg. He intended for this to get even hotter than their lovemaking had been -- if Greg was willing for it to.

Greg didn't hesitate when Ryan held out his arms; he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed, sliding his own arms around Ryan's waist and resting his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. For just a moment, Ryan stood there with his eyes closed, holding Greg close.

He couldn't begin to put into words just what he felt for this man. How could he ever have thought, even for so much as a fraction of a second, that he could give up this closeness? How could he have thought that his life would ever be complete without having Greg by his side?

That was over now; he would never think that way again. And he was going to spend the rest of their lives proving to Greg that he was happy right where he was, and that he would never leave. Even if they had any disagreements, they would always manage to patch things up.

"I love you," he whispered in Greg's ear, wishing that there were more words he could say, but knowing that those were the ones Greg most needed and wanted to hear. There should be no doubt of his feelings; he felt terribly guilty for ever making Greg doubt them.

He would never do that again, Ryan promised himself as he pulled away from Greg slightly to reach for the body wash. "Turn around, babe," he said softly, popping open the cap and lathering his hands. Instantly, the warm vanilla scent seemed to fill the room, permeating the steamy air.

Greg did as he asked, slowly turning around and presenting his back to the other man. Ryan's gaze moved down the slender curve of Greg's spine, down to the perfectly rounded ass cheeks, the slim thighs, the long legs. Greg's beauty took his breath away.

Moving slowly, he slid his arms around Greg's waist, drawing the other man's body back against his until that firm, rounded bottom was pressed against his crotch. His body responded instantly, his cock hardening immediately at the touch of Greg's bare flesh against his own.

His hands moved over the soft skin of Greg's stomach, lathering his boyfriend's smooth skin with the sweet-smelling body wash. Greg moaned and leaned back against him, closing his eyes, his lips parting, his breath starting to come faster.

Ryan swallowed hard, trying to keep his mind on what he was doing. But it was so hard to concentrate on simply touching Greg when the other man was practically begging to be kissed, to be taken, to let Ryan make him his -- in every way that he possibly could.

But he couldn't do that -- at least, not yet. That time would come in the future; for now, he had to relax and concentrate on what they were doing. Just standing here with Greg in his arms, the hot water beating down on them, was more sensual than he'd thought it would be.

One hand moved down between Greg's thighs, fingers curling around his boyfriend's cock and stroking gently. Greg's hips flexed against his hand; he could feel that slender body stiffen in his arms, reacting to his touch in just the way he'd expected.

His other hand had moved up to Greg's chest, gently tweaking and teasing each small nipple with his fingers until they were both hard; Ryan rested his chin on Greg's shoulder, breathing in the sharp scent of the vanilla body wash, losing himself in the feel of Greg's body.

He wanted to stay here all night, moving his hands over Greg's body, feeling the other man's reactions. But Greg seemed to have other ideas; he turned around in Ryan's embrace, facing his boyfriend and gently pushing Ryan back against the cool tiles of the shower.

"You've done a lot for me tonight," he said softly, his gaze not leaving Ryan's face. "Now it's my turn to do something for you." With those words, he slowly sank to his knees, looking up at Ryan, a smile curving his lips as he curled his fingers around his boyfriend's cock.

Ryan barely had time to nod in acquiescence before Greg's lips were on the tip of his cock, then the warm cavern of his mouth enveloped Ryan's cock. He had never been deep-throated so quickly; it was as though Greg had no gag reflex whatsoever.

His hips jerked forward slightly; he could feel Greg's hands holding him firmly against the tiles, keeping him from moving too much. Ryan moaned Greg's name without realizing that he had done so, feeling as if his body would explode in a shower of sparks at any moment.

Greg's mouth was so soft, so warm; he could easily lose himself in the heat of the moment, thrust into that mouth and let himself go. But he wasn't going to do that; he was going to let Greg lead the way, let his boyfriend initiate every moment of their shared pleasure.

His hands rested lightly on Greg's head, but he didn't push his boyfriend onto his cock; he simply let Greg take his time and do what he wanted. Greg had told him once that he loved giving head, and that he was good at it -- and Ryan had discovered that those words were very true.

Ryan could feel his knees starting to buckle; his thighs trembling; sure signs that he was going to come in just a few seconds. That incredible tongue was taking him to places he'd never known existed; he wasn't sure that he could stay on his feet on his own for much longer.

When his orgasm washed over him, it rendered him breathless for a few moments, unable to speak. All he could do was gasp in air, his fingers tightening in Greg's hair, his knees starting to buckle -- until Greg steadied him, holding him against the cool, wet tiles.

Slowly, Greg let Ryan's cock slip out of his mouth and rose to his feet; his arms slid around the other man's waist, supporting Ryan and letting his boyfriend lean against him. All Ryan could do was close his eyes and let himself sag bonelessly into that warm, loving embrace.

"You are so good at that," he managed to murmur into Greg's ear, recovering himself enough to nibble gently at his boyfriend's throat. "I could let you do that to me all day -- and all night. But right now, I think we'd better get out of here before we get all pruney."

Greg laughed softly, pulling away slightly and reaching to turn off the hot water. All vestiges of the body wash were gone, but Ryan was sure that the two of them were more satisfied than they would have been if they had spent all of this time lathering and rinsing each other.

"I think we both need to get some rest," Greg told him, pulling back the shower curtain and stepping out onto the fluffy bath mat. He reached for the towels, handing one to Ryan as he began to dry himself off vigorously, shaking his head and sending droplets of water flying everywhere.

Ryan couldn't help but laugh at how the situation had turned around; with one unexpected gesture, Greg had somehow turned the tables and now seemed to be in control of things. He didn't mind that a bit; he liked relinquishing the reins to his boyfriend now and then.

"What's the need in that?" he asked as Greg began to wrap the towel around his waist. "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before, y'know. And I'm just going to take it off of you once we get into the bedroom. Don't bother covering yourself up!"

Greg laughed ruefully, letting the towel fall to the floor as he nodded. "Yeah, you're right about that. I guess that I'm just used to covering up a lot about myself -- more than physically," he added, his voice soft, the last few words seeming to catch in his throat a little.

"You don't have to cover up anything with me," Ryan told him, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss across those soft lips. "Not now, and not ever. And I'll never hide anything from you either, Greg. Even if it's not always pretty, I don't want us to have any secrets from each other."

Greg nodded, moving closer to Ryan and sliding his arms around his lover's waist. "Let's go to bed," he whispered, his hands moving up Ryan's back. "I want to fall asleep in your arms, and wake up in the same place. I want to feel you holding me while I sleep."

Ryan nodded, feeling a little choked up at Greg's words. It seemed that the rift that his own actions had begun to form between them had healed now -- they had leaped over that chasm that had appeared, and they were once again safe and secure, where no trouble could reach them.

Taking Greg's hand, he led his boyfriend out of the steamy air of the bathroom and down the short hallway to their bedroom, yawning as he did so. He had enjoyed the time they had spent showering each other with their love -- but now, he was ready to fall asleep with his lover held close to his heart.

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