Title: Unknown Pleasures
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
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 Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan could hardly speak as Greg slowly leaned over him, his knees on either side of Ryan's hips, his dark gaze focused on Ryan's face. There was an intent look on his lover's face that Ryan had never seen before, a look that made his heart pound and his breath come faster.

He had seen that look before -- the first time that he and Greg had done this. Then, they had been in bed, and Greg had surprised him by saying that he wanted to be on top. It had been one of the most incredibly sensual experiences of Ryan's entire life.

He could remember every second of that night, with crystal clarity. He could remember exactly how Greg had looked, and how being inside him had felt. He could replay every moment of that night of lovemaking back in his mind, without missing a beat.

This was going to be just an intense an experience as that one had been, he was sure of it. Greg almost looked predatory; the desire in his eyes sent a shiver of excitement down Ryan's spine. He had seen Greg in a state of arousal before, but never like this.

Ryan reached towards the small table by the side of the couch without taking his eyes off Greg, fumbling in the drawer for what he knew would be there. He smiled as his fingers closed around the small tube of lubricant, knowing what it was by touch.

It only took him a few seconds to pop the cap and slick his fingers with the thick, slippery substance, then move his hand between Greg's spread thighs. His boyfriend reached out to steady himself by gripping Ryan's shoulders, their gazes meeting and holding.

Greg's breath hissed between his teeth as one finger slipped inside him, quickly followed by a second. He rocked his hips forward against Ryan's hand, his eyes closing, his breathing starting to become deeper. Ryan could tell that he was trying to relax, to let his muscles loosen.

"It's okay, baby," he murmured, watching Greg's face intently. If his boyfriend showed any sign of changing his mind about this, Ryan wasn't going to push him into it. They'd made love in this position before, and even though it was fantastic for Ryan when they did, he could wait.

He loved having Greg in this position; he could see every nuance of sensation written across his boyfriend's handsome features, watch every movement of Greg's slender body on top of his. He could tell exactly what Greg was feeling, every step of the way.

And the view was terrific, he thought with an inward smile. There was something incredibly sexy about being able to watch Greg as they made love, to view his boyfriend's gorgeous body on top of his own rather than looking down at Greg lying in his arms.

Though he had to admit that making love to Greg in any position was always terrific. Every time they were together, Ryan fell more in love with Greg; he could almost feel his heart and soul reaching out to the man he was with, wanting to wrap himself around Greg in every possible way.

They had so many unknown pleasures to explore, Ryan thought to himself as he rhythmically thrust his fingers inside Greg, stretching and preparing him for their lovemaking. So many ways to give each other pleasure, to grow ever closer as time went on.

After a few moments of stretching and preparing Greg, Ryan let his fingers slide out of the other man's body, his breath starting to come more rapidly as he slid further down on the couch until he was almost lying flat on his back.

He moved his hands to Greg's hips, stroking gentle fingertips down to the other man's inner thighs. Greg's skin was so soft and velvety; he could lose himself in just touching that beautiful body, exploring all of the sensitive areas that his hands and mouth could reach.

But Greg obviously had other ideas as to what they were going to do at the moment; he leaned forward, one hand stroking through Ryan's hair as their lips met. Ryan moaned against Greg's mouth, raising his hips slightly, wanting to be inside that tight, welcoming heat.

Slowly, carefully, he moved his hand to position his cock against Greg's entrance; he wanted to make it as easy as possible for Greg to slide down onto him. He didn't want his lover to feel any kind of pain, only the waves of pleasure that he knew would soon envelop them both.

Greg cried out as he lowered himself onto Ryan's cock, slowly at first, moving more quickly after the first few seconds of penetration. Within seconds, Ryan was buried deep inside his lover, their bodies as closely connected as though they were part of each other.

Greg was part of him, Ryan thought, reaching for his boyfriend's hands and capturing them in his own, gazing up at the other man. The best part. The part that he never wanted to lose. Greg was the other half of his soul, the part of his life that made him complete.

It only took a few moments for Greg to work out a rhythm, rising slowly and then sliding back down onto Ryan's cock, his body tightening with each movement of his hips. Ryan knew that he couldn't hold out for long, not with the combined stimulation of the view and the physical sensations.

He couldn't take his eyes off Greg's body; his boyfriend had never looked more beautiful to him. There was a thin sheen of sweat on Greg's pale skin, his head thrown back, his lips parted, his eyes closed. He looked as though he was lost in some private world of ecstasy all his own.

Greg disentangled his hands from Ryan's to grab his shoulders, as though he needed the balance. Ryan placed one hand on his lover's hip, as though to guide him; it was obvious that his lover didn't need the help, but Ryan wasn't going to pass up a chance to touch him.

His other hand moved between Greg's legs, fingers curling around his hard cock. Within seconds, he was matching the movement of his hand up and down Greg's shaft to the thrust of his boyfriend's hips, stroking gently, his fingers teasing, urging them both to completion.

Ryan's fingers tightened as they moved down to the base of Greg's cock, just as his boyfriend's body tightened when he slid down onto Ryan's cock. They were both panting, their chests rising and falling in a rhythm, their pulses quickening with the motion of their bodies.

He'd never felt such an intense connection with anyone, Ryan thought hazily as he tried to concentrate on keeping his hand moving in rhythm with Greg's thrusts. They were truly a part of each other, attuned to every movement, every nuance, every breath.

His own body was begging for release, but he wasn't going to let himself go until he was sure that Greg was completely satiated. His boyfriend had wanted this; he was going to hold back his own pleasure until Greg had reached the point of no return.

It looked as though that wouldn't be much longer; even as Ryan watched him, Greg's head fell back, his lips parting and a moan coming from his throat. Ryan could feel those inner muscles tighten around him as Greg slid down on his cock again, harder this time than the last.

That was all it took for Greg's body to reach its peak. Ryan felt a warm rush over his hand as he dimly heard Greg cry out his name and felt his boyfriend's muscles clench impossibly tightly around him. That was his body's cue to finally let himself go.

His own cry mingled with Greg's, his hand momentarily tightening around his lover's shaft. Without really realizing what he was doing, Ryan let go of Greg's cock and gripped his boyfriend's hips, holding onto Greg as though he was a drowning man and Greg was keeping him afloat.

The two of them stayed that way for what felt like a long time, their bodies still joined, Greg's forehead touching Ryan's. Their eyes were closed, their chests heaving, their breaths mingling together in the still air of the quiet room.

Ryan opened his eyes when Greg finally raised his head, knowing that they couldn't stay like this forever. As much as he would love to stop time, it kept moving relentlessly forward; they couldln't simply tell the world to go away so they could lose themselves in their own private world.

But they would keep having these times to themselves to discover all of the heretofore unknown pleasures that they could find with each other, he told himself, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around Greg's waist and crush the other man against him. They had time for that.

Slowly, Greg raised his body off Ryan's, getting to his feet and holding out a hand to his lover. Ryan took his boyfriend's offered hand, letting Greg pull him upwards, sliding an arm around his lover's slim waist when they were standing side by side.

"After that, I think we need a long hot shower," Greg murmured, nuzzling his cheek against Ryan's bare shoulder. "And then bed. And then maybe we can do all that over again when we wake up. What do you say? Sound like a good plan to you?"

"That sounds like a terrific plan to me," Ryan said softly, following Greg down the hallway as the other man headed for the bathroom. He was ready for a shower and bed, in that order. Though he had to admit that he was more looking forward to what would happen when they woke up.

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