Title: Whatever You Want
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Zeke Barnes
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/A Gifted Man
Rating: PG-13
Table: Saucy, mission_insane
Prompt: 3, Nibble
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 Zeke Barnes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"Don't you think it's about time I took the lead when we make love?" Greg asked Zeke as the two of them relaxed against the pillows on Greg's bed. "I'm guessing you prefer to top, but I like being in control now and then, too. If you don't mind, that is."

Zeke raised an eyebrow, looking down at the man lying in his arms. "Who said that I prefer to top?" he asked, amusement in his voice. "I can go either way. I just kind of assumed that you preferred to bottom. It's just the vibe I got from you when we first met."

Greg shrugged, a small smile curving his lips. "I like either one," he murmured, his voice suddenly sounding breathless. "Zeke, do you mean that you wouldn't mind if I topped you? I love it when you make love to me, but I'd like to switch things around."

"I don't mind at all," Zeke said softly, bowing his head to nip at Greg's bare shoulder. "Greg, I'm pretty pliable when it comes to sex. I like topping, I like bottoming. I can't say I really prefer one over the other. I just like being with the person I love."

Greg sat up, turning to face Zeke and raising a hand to stroke gentle fingertips down his boyfriend's cheek. "It's been a while," he said softly, a frown creasing his brow. "I don't want to hurt you, Zeke. I can get kind of .... enthusiastic. I hope that's not a problem."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you." Zeke shook his head, laughing softly before he sobered, his own slight frown mirroring Greg's. "It's been a long time since I bottomed for anybody," he admitted, his tone a little hesitant. "But I do want to, Greg."

"We'll take it slow," Greg promised, feeling his heart pound in his chest. They weren't going to make love right now; he knew that neither of them were quite ready for another go just yet. But maybe later .... there were so many possibilities for the future.

He settled back against the pillows, turning to his side to pull Zeke into his arms. It felt different to have Zeke in the less dominant position, but he liked the feeling. He'd wanted to hold Zeke like this ever since they'd first met; he'd been dreaming about it.

Not that he didn't enjoy Zeke being the more dominant partner, he told himself. He loved letting his lover take him over, loved letting Zeke take the lead. But there were times when he wanted to be the one with more control, when he wanted to call the shots, as it were.

"Are you sure you don't mind me being in charge?" Greg whispered, still feeling a little doubtful. If this was in any way uncomfortable for Zeke, or not what his boyfriend wanted, then he wasn't going to push the issue. But he hoped that Zeke was all right with the idea.

"I'm looking forward to it," Zeke told him, nestling against Greg and resting his head against his lover's shoulder. "In fact, I can't wait." He lifted his head, his candid gaze meeting Greg's. "I want you inside me, Greg. I want you to make love to me."

"Want to start right now?" Greg asked, a playful edge to his voice. He bowed his head to nibble along the curve of Zeke's bare shoulder, his mouth moving up slowly until he was nibbling along the slender column of Zeke's throat, eliciting a soft moan from the other man.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" Zeke was breathless now; Greg's hands were moving down his sides, stroking his skin, making him squirm in his boyfriend's arms. "We should both get some sleep -- we've got to go to work tonight."

"You'd rather sleep? Really?" Greg's voice was soft and breathy in Zeke's ear; he couldn't help but smile as he moved to the side, letting the other man lie back against the pillows as he propped himself up on one elbow. "I think I can make you change your mind pretty quickly."

"Oh, I know you can," Zeke whispered, blinking, his gaze a little unfocused. Greg leaned over him, unable to hold back another smile as he took in Zeke's flushed cheeks, his parted lips, his clouded gaze. It was obvious that his boyfriend was very, very aroused.

"Maybe I should prove that to you," Greg whispered, lowing his head to nip at Zeke's shoulder again. His mouth caressed the other man's soft skin, moving down to his chest; Greg already had an idea of what he was going to do to bring Zeke around to his way of thinking.

His mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking over one small, hard nipple, feeling the shudder that went through Zeke's slim body. He heard the other man moan, dimly, his own desire growing to the point that he was having a hard time holding himself back.

He wanted to push Zeke down, to roll over on top of him and thrust inside him, to feel what it was like to be sheathed in that tight, willing body. He wanted to become one with Zeke, to feel his lover's body welcome him, to be the more dominant partner for a change ....

But he wasn't going to do that. Their bodies were both too exhausted from what the lovemaking they had already indulged in; he was sure that it would be a while before either of them were ready for more, though teasing definitely wasn't out of the question.

He wanted to taste every inch of Zeke's body; he wanted to kiss this man all over, to know him in the most intimate ways possible. They already knew each other's bodies well, but Greg hadn't been in the position of being the more aggressive partner yet.

Greg swirled his tongue around one small nipple, a thrill coursing through him as he felt the flesh harden under his mouth. It amazed him that he could have the power to arouse someone as beautiful as Zeke this much; he'd never thought that he was all that desirable.

Zeke desired him, he reminded himself, moving his mouth to the other nipple, continuing to nibble and suck gently. Zeke loved and wanted him; nothing else was important. What other people thought of him didn't matter. As long as Zeke loved him, he didn't care about anyone else.

And he loved Zeke. Loved him fully and completely, so much that he almost thought his heart would burst whenever he looked at his lover. Zeke was the only man he could ever love, the only person who had ever made him feel that he was truly loved and desired.

Zeke was squirming under him, gasping Greg's name, reaching down to twine long, slender fingers through Greg's hair. Greg continued to move his mouth from one nipple to the other, nibbling at the tender flesh until they were both erect and throbbing beneath his lips.

"If you don't stop soon, you're going to bring me off just by playing with my nipples," Zeke gasped, raising his head slightly. "Not that I want you to stop, but .... I don't think you want to make me come just by doing that. Might want to save that for later."

Greg shook his head, a devilish smile spreading over his handsome features as he raised his head from Zeke's chest to look up at his boyfriend. "You'd be wrong about that. I want to make you come in any way I can. And that's only the beginning, gorgeous."

"Who needs sleep when I have you around to lead me down the garden path?" Zeke murmured with a smile, closing his eyes and laying back against the pillows again. "Do whatever you want to me, Greg. I'm all yours -- any way you want me."

"I'm going to take full advantage of that," Greg told him, moving his hands down Zeke's sides to rest on his narrow hips. He knew exactly what he planned to do -- and he was positive that both he and Zeke would enjoy every second of what was to come.

Zeke groaned softly, his hands tightening in Greg's hair. "I'm sure you will," he managed to gasp before Greg's lips and tongue made him moan incoherently again. His slender body arched off the bed, his muscles tightening in response.

Greg smiled inwardly, swirling his tongue around Zeke's nipple one last time before starting to nibble his way down his boyfriend's body. This was going to be a day to remember, if he had anything to say about it -- and judging from Zeke's reactions, he was sure that his boyfriend felt the same.

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