Title: Unquiet Storm
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: Weather, mission_insane
Prompt: 7, Storm
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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"It looks like this storm isn't going to let up," Greg said as he peered out of the living room window at the storm raging outside. "These don't happen very often, but when they do, we usually get pouring rain for a few days. The lightning doesn't come along very often, though."

Ryan raised his eyebrows as Greg turned away from the window and came back to the couch, sliding an arm around his boyfriend's slim waist when Greg sat down beside him. "I'm used to storms. We had them all the time in Miami. We had to deal with hurricanes, too."

Greg shivered, shaking his head. "I don't mind storms, but after seeing all the damage that Katrina did on tv, I'm glad we don't have to deal with weather like that," he commented, glancing out of the window again when another flash of lightning lit up the room. "Too nerve-wracking."

Ryan nodded, sighing and pulling Greg closer against him. "The worst thing about the storms in Miami is that the really bad ones can make a lot of noise," he said, wincing as thunder boomed through the room. "Sounds like storms in Vegas are the same way."

Greg laughed at that, shaking his head. "Nah, they're not usually this bad." He tucked his feet up under him, leaning against his boyfriend. "But you know something? I think we could create a little storm of our own -- and we'd be a lot less quiet than the noise going on out there."

"Yeah? You think so?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow. He couldn't stop the smile that spread over his face; he intended to take Greg up on those words, and the sooner the better. It would take their minds off the storm outside if they created a little thunder and lightning of their own.

Slowly, gently, he pushed Greg down onto his back, leaning over him and gazing into his boyfriend's dark eyes before he bowed his head to capture Greg's soft lips with his own. He loved kissing Greg; he could lie here like this forever and feast on his lover's mouth.

Greg's arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer; he could swear that he felt sparks of electricity flying between them when their bodies touched. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one that they could create between them when they were together.

He hated the barrier of clothes between their bodies; at the moment, all he wanted was to get Greg out of those clothes, to feel the velvety softness of his boyfriend's bare skin under his hands, that slim body bare beneath his own, naked under his searching hands.

It would only take a few seconds to get their clothes off, he told himself, sitting up to pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. Greg was doing the same; they reached for each other again as soon as their shirts were off, unable to keep their hands off each other.

His heart was pounding like a kettledrum; he could hardly hear the noise of the storm outside even as rain poured against the window near the couch and thunder boomed again. The lights flickered, but Ryan scarcely noticed that they were in danger of going off.

All he could concentrate on was the feel of Greg in his arms, the taste of his boyfriend's mouth, the scent of his skin. Everything else had faded into the background; the noise of the storm going on outside was nothing compared to the unquiet storm that they were creating.

He pulled Greg closer against him, dimly feeling his boyfriend long legs twine around his waist. Even though they were still clothed from the waist down, it felt as though they were completely entwined, a part of each other, melding together into one entity.

No one but Greg had ever made him feel like this. No one else had ever taken over his senses completely, made him feel as though he was drowning in them. And if he was drowning, Ryan thought hazily, he never wanted to come up for air again.

Reluctantly releasing his boyfriend, he sat up again, reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans. It only took him seconds to have them off, kicking them away and reaching for Greg's jeans. Greg lifted his hips, letting Ryan pull his jeans down and off, not looking away from him.

Ah, that was better. Ryan reached for the table at the end of the couch, knowing that there was a small bottle of lube in the drawer -- they always kept one there for times just like this, when they knew that they wouldn't be able to reach the bedroom before their primal desires took over.

Within moments, Greg was panting and moaning under him; Ryan's fingers were buried deep inside him, preparing him for what was to come. Ryan could feel Greg's heartbeat against his own, pounding with a steady rhythm that drowned out the rhythm of the rain on the windowpane.

All he could hear was those soft moans; all he could feel was Greg's body under his own, then the welcoming heat as he slid inside his boyfriend. Greg's legs wrapped around his waist again, more tightly this time, pulling Ryan closer, as though he would never let his lover go.

His thrusts were hard and deep, his body taking over his mind. Greg was pulling him down again, their mouths meeting in a hot, heady kiss that took Ryan's breath away. If they kept up like this, he knew that he wouldn't be able to last for much longer.

But it didn't matter how long this lasted; all that mattered was that they were together, becoming a part of each other, and that their own unquiet storm was taking precedence over the storm that was happening outside. He could barely hear the thunder now; it was merely background noise.

He thrust again, and again, his movements becoming erratic. He was close now; he could feel his body tightening, readying for the dizzying leap into space, and then the free fall back to the ground, with the man he loved clasped in his embrace.

All too soon, it was over, his orgasm washing over him like waves in a storm-tossed sea. He wrapped his arms around Greg, burying his face against his boyfriend's hair, feeling Greg's body still enclosing him like a vise, or like a velvet glove that he didn't want to withdraw from.

But he had to pull out sooner or later, and he didn't want Greg to be sore in the morning. Reluctantly, he let their bodies separate -- but he didn't loosen his hold on Greg. He wanted to lie here for the rest of the night while the storm raged outside, holding Greg in his arms, safe and protected.

It seemed like a long time before his boyfriend opened those dark eyes and smiled up at him, raising a hand to run gentle fingers through Ryan's hair. "That was amazing," he whispered, his tone soft and breathy. "And I think we made more noise than the storm."

"Did we?" Ryan asked, propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at Greg with a satisfied, if tired, smile. "I couldn't hear anything but you moaning my name. And that's something I always love to hear. I can't get enough of that. Took my mind completely off the storm."

Greg laughed softly, winding his arms around Ryan's shoulders and pulling him down for a long, deep kiss. When they broke apart again, both men were panting, and Ryan could feel desire rising within him again, just as another crack of thunder boomed through the night sky.

"Sounds like the storm outside is getting louder," Ryan commented, glancing out of the window. "Maybe it's trying to compete with our own unquiet storm in here. What do you think?" he asked as he looked down at the man in his arms with a smile and a soft laugh.

"I think we should go to the bedroom and give it a run for its money," was Greg's reply, one that Ryan couldn't argue with. Getting to his feet, he held out a hand to Greg, and without a backward glance, the two of them headed towards their bedroom without another thought for the storm outside.

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