Title: The Good Life
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Saucy, mission_insane
Prompt: 10, Nuzzle
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 leaned back in the bathtub, resting his head against Ryan's shoulder. It had been a long night at work, and the two of them wanted nothing more than to relax with each other. This had seemed like the perfect way to unwind after a particularly bad night.

Neither of them wanted to talk about the bloody crime scene they'd been sent to; it had bothered them both too much. It was something that they wanted to keep behind the doors of the crime lab; neither of them wanted to bring their job home with them.

"This is nice," Greg sighed, letting himself relax in Ryan's embrace. The hot water, the closeness of their bodies, and the fact that he was more tired than usual after a long night at work were all combining to make him feel as though he could fall asleep right here in the tub.

"It is," Ryan agreed, his voice soft and husky. Greg could feel that his boyfriend was already getting hard; he couldn't help but smile at that. No matter how tired they were, being this close never failed to get both of them aroused, their bodies picking up where their minds left off.

He squirmed slightly, his own body telling him that he wanted to get out of the tub soon and let Ryan take him to bed and make love to him. But for the moment, he was enjoying being here; he didn't need to rush things along. He would just let nature take its course.

Greg turned his head to nuzzle Ryan's neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the slender column of his boyfriend's throat. This was the life, he thought to himself, stretching his body out and sighing contentedly. They should do this every day after they got home from work.

Ryan sighed softly, shifting his position slightly so that he could pull Greg more firmly into his arms, against his chest. "I love holding you like this," he murmured, bowing his head to brush a kiss across Greg's cheek. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

"So do I," Greg answered, his soft sigh echoing Ryan's. "But we've got responsibilities, Ry. We can't just run away from them, or overlook them. I'd like to, but that's no way to live. But I love these moments when we can be together and forget that the rest of the world exists."

Ryan nuzzled his cheek against Greg's; no words were needed to know what his boyfriend's answer was to his words. It still amazed Greg how the two of them could communicate without words, with only loving gestures to do their talking for them.

So much about his relationship with Ryan still felt new and wonderful to him, even though they'd been with each other for several months now. They had settled into a life that was deeply satisfying for him, a life that he'd always wanted, but had been convinced he could never have.

He had never thought that he'd find anyone like Ryan, someone who he could trust completely, someone who would steal his heart away. He'd thought that after the rape he'd endured and never told anyone about, he was ruined for relationships for the rest of his life.

It was amazing how he'd been able to open up to Ryan when they'd first met, how he'd felt from the second he'd first looked into Ryan's eyes that he'd found his soul mate, the person who completed him. He'd thought things like that only happened in fairy tales and romance novels.

The first time they'd made love had been a revelation for him. He had been so sure that he would never be able to let anyone touch him intimately, much less be inside him -- and Ryan had taken all of those fears away. It had taken a while, but he'd done it.

Now, he wanted Ryan in every way -- heart, body and soul. He had been absolutely convinced that the rape had destroyed his ability to desire anyone; Ryan had proved him wrong. Ryan had unlocked a door to the deepest parts of his body and soul that he'd thought was firmly locked and barred.

Besides, they didn't just share passion, Greg told himself, a smile curving his lips. Ryan was not only his lover, but his best friend. They shared so much more than a physical connection; they belonged to each other in every way. They shared their minds, their hearts, and their souls.

If anyone had told him before he'd met Ryan that he would someday meet a man who could be everything to him, he would have scoffed and told them that they were crazy. Yet here he was, feeling safe and protected in Ryan's arms in a way that he'd never thought he could.

He had complete and utter trust in Ryan; this man would never hurt him, never betray him. Ryan wasn't like anyone else he had ever dated, or even any other man he'd ever met. Ryan was the person who had been meant for him, from the moment they'd both been born.

It didn't matter that they had spent most of their lives hundreds of miles away from each other; all that really mattered was that through all of the problems they'd faced in their lives, they'd finally found each other. And that they would never let each other go.

Ryan had brought so much joy to his life, Greg reflected with a smile. If he'd never met his boyfriend, his life would be so lonely, so wrapped up in nothing but work. He'd have friends, maybe he'd even date a few people. But no one would have ever touched him in the way that Ryan did.

His boyfriend nuzzled his cheek again, drawing him out of his thoughts and back to the present moment, here in the tub with Ryan's arms around him. "What are you thinking?" his lover's voice inquired, the words no more than a bare whisper in the air.

"I'm thinking about us," Greg answered, his own voice soft and husky, the words completely truthful. "I'm thinking about how much I love you, and how happy you make me. And how lonely my life would have been if we'd never managed to find each other."

"You're never going to be lonely again, babe," Ryan promised, nibbling at Greg's earlobe before nuzzling his cheek against Greg's throat when his boyfriend leaned his head back again. "I'll make sure of that. You're stuck with me forever, because I'm not going to let you go."

"Ditto," Greg said, turning his head to gaze up at his handsome boyfriend. "And now that we've decided that, I think it's time for us to get out of the tub before we both start getting all pruney. Besides, I think our lower extremities are trying to tell us something."

Ryan laughed as he nodded, sitting up as Greg leaned forward and grasped the side of the tub to get to his feet. "Yeah, that's for sure," he answered, getting up himself as Greg stepped out onto the fluffy bath mat. "I've been thinking about carrying you off to the bedroom for a while now."

Greg turned as Ryan got out of the tub, to be pulled into yet another embrace. He wrapped his own arms around his boyfriend's waist, nuzzling his cheek against Ryan's, feeling more happy and contented than he had since they'd first gotten to that crime scene last night.

In spite of having to deal with things like that, he was happier with Ryan than he'd ever been in his entire life. When it came right down to it, he was living the good life these days. He just hoped that nothing major would happen to put that good life at risk -- at least not for a while.

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