Title: Want You Badly
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Un-themed 6, mission_insane
Prompt: 3, Want
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 looked over at Greg as his boyfriend bent over the microscope he'd just put a slide under, his thoughts focused on Greg rather than on the case they were working on. When they were in the lab, sometimes it was hard to keep his thoughts on his work.

Especially when Greg looked as incredible as he did today, Ryan thought with an inward smile. He thought his boyfriend was always gorgeous, but today, the black sweater and tight black jeans only made him look sexier than ever. Ryan could hardly take his gaze from his lover.

At the moment, all he wanted to do was grab Greg and find some place where they wouldn't be disturbed -- then kiss his boyfriend breathless as he pulled that sweater off and unzipped Greg's jeans, sliding them slowly down his legs until there was no barrier between Greg's soft skin and his searching hands ....

Ryan took a deep breath, trying to push that fantasy into the back of his mind. They were at work, he reminded himself sternly, and he needed to keep his fantasies to himself. They'd be able to make love when they got home; he needed to concentrate on work now.

But that was so hard to do when Greg looked so delectable, a little voice whispered in the back of his mind. It didn't seem fair that the two of them had to keep their real feelings for each other hidden, that they couldn't let everyone around them know that they were a couple.

It might not be fair that they couldn't be open and honest about their relationship at work, but doing so could get them fired -- and he didn't want to do anything that could cost them both their jobs, Ryan thought wryly. He cleared his throat, trying to focus his thoughts on something other than how Greg looked.

But it was so hard to focus on his work when Greg was standing there in front of him, looking sexier than any man had a right to look. Ryan had never wanted his boyfriend as badly as he did at this moment; he didn't think the could wait until they got home to kiss Greg.

He'd have to wait, he told himself with a sigh. He couldn't very well kiss Greg right here in the lab; it would be far too easy for anyone to walk in and see them, even if they were quick about it. He didn't think that he could settle for just one kiss, not as worked up as he was.

Greg straightened up from his work, quirking an eyebrow at Ryan. "What's the sigh for?" he asked, sounding somewhere between amused and concerned. "Don't worry that I'll take all the glory, Ry. We're both working on this case, so anything that I see, I'm going to clue you in on it, too."

"I know that," Ryan said with a soft laugh. He moved closer to Greg, glancing around to be sure that no one else was in the room before he leaned closer to whisper into the other man's ear. "I was just thinking of how great you look in those clothes -- and how much I want to rip them off your body."

He could see the blush creeping up Greg's neck, then suffusing his cheeks. "You shouldn't be thinking those kinds of thoughts while we're at work," his boyfriend admonished him. "It's way too easy to get off track, when we should both be thinking about solving this case."

Ryan sighed again, knowing that his breath was warm against Greg's skin. "I know, but I want you so bad that it's hard for me to concentrate on anything else. All I can think about is how much I want to find some dark, private corner and make love to you. I don't want to wait."

"Well, you'll have to wait," Greg answered, keeping his voice soft. Ryan could tell by the throat sound of his words that Greg wanted the same thing he did; his boyfriend never sounded like that unless he was thinking along the same lines that Ryan was at the moment.

Ryan sighed, nodding and looking disappointed. "I know we will .... but I can still think about finding some nice quiet corner in the lab and getting my hands under that sweater," he whispered, daring to move one hand to Greg's backside and squeezing gently.

Greg yelped, his eyes widening as he stepped away from Ryan. "Ry! Stop that!" he whispered, his voice more than a little breathless. "I want you as much as you want me. But not here, and not now! Come on, you're more of a professional than that! Remember where we are!"

Ryan stepped away from his boyfriend, holding both hands in the air in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay," he said with a soft laugh. "I know, this isn't the time or the place. But you shouldn't look so damn good, Greg. You make me crazy when you dress like that. You're too sexy for your clothes."

Greg grinned, putting one hand on his hip and tilting his head to the side. "I feel like I should break into a chorus of 'I'm Too Sexy,'" he quipped, laughing even harder at the look on Ryan's face. "Don't worry, I won't," he hastened to add. "Nobody here needs to hear me sing."

"I'll bet you're a great singer, babe," Ryan told him, taking a deep breath and trying to stop his laughter. How had they started laughing so hard when his intention had been seduction? Maybe it was a good thing they had started to laugh, though, he told himself wryly.

Greg was right about this not being the time or the place to have seduction on his mind, no matter how great his boyfriend looked and how much Ryan wanted him. They would have plenty of time to seduce each other and make love when they were safely at home, behind closed doors.

Still, it was impossible not to think about how much he wanted Greg when his lover looked good enough to pounce on and devour. "I can't help wanting you, y'know," he said softly, his gaze riveted on Greg's face. "I always want you, Greg. Constantly. It never stops."

"I never stop wanting you, either," Greg told him, his voice low and husky. "But I know I can't have you here, so I try to keep those emotions under control while we're at work. It's not easy for me either, Ry. But we've got to be professional while we're here."

Ryan nodded, reluctantly acknowledging Greg's words. His boyfriend was right; no matter how irresistible they found each other, they couldn't indulge those feelings here at work. They had to be professional and focus on their work, not on each other, even if it was nearly impossible.

Sighing, he moved to the table and bent to look into the microscope so he could take a look at what Greg had found. It might be hard to keep his mind on the case, but he had to try. And he had to know what was going on; he couldn't let himself fall behind or neglect his work.

Maybe there were drawbacks to working with his boyfriend, he thought wryly. It was a lot harder for him to concentrate on what he was doing when Greg was right here with him most of the time -- especially when his boyfriend looked so good that all Ryan could think of was making love to him.

With an effort, he dragged his thoughts away from that direction, forcing himself to think about the case. After he'd looked into the microscope for a few minutes, he turned back to Greg with raised brows, gesturing towards the table and their other findings.

"Okay, so let's get to work," he said, trying to revert to a more businesslike manner. As Greg moved over to the table to show him what evidence he'd put together, Ryan ruthlessly pushed down the surge of desire that threatened to overtake him again. At this rate, it was going to be a very long night.

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