Title: When We Kiss
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
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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Greg lay back in Ryan's arms with a contented sigh, resting his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. This was one of the last days that they'd be able to come out here to the lake and have a picnic, he reflected. It would be too cold for that by the end of the month.

He used to dislike winter, but he was actually looking forward to the colder weather this year. He would be able to snuggle up with Ryan under the covers of their bed, or under a blanket on the couch while they were watching tv. Winter was definitely snuggling weather.

Until he'd met Ryan, he'd never really wanted to do things like that. The few people who he'd dated hadn't really been the snuggling type, and anyway, once they'd given mutual blow jobs, they had only wanted to get up and leave, to find someone else to fill their sexual needs.

But Ryan wasn't like anyone he'd ever been with before. Ryan wanted to be with him, to spend time with him even when they weren't being sexual. No one else had wanted him for anything more than sex; they hadn't been interested in him as a person.

His life had changed so much since he and Ryan had met; everything seemed brighter and full of promise now, in a way that it never had before. The future stretched out in front of him in a glittering arc, a future that he intended to spend with the man he loved.

Ryan bowed his head to brush a gentle kiss across Greg's parted lips; when their mouths met, Greg could swear that he felt fireworks going off all through his body, a rush of sensation tingling through his entire being from his head to his toes.

"Do you know what it feels like when we kiss?" he murmured when their lips parted and he could take a breath. "It's like there are fireworks going off all through me. Like I'm diving into a stream of lava, but it's not burning me. It's just wrapping around me and holding me."

"Well, since lava's really hot, I'm guessing that's an oblique compliment about how hot I am, hmmm?" Ryan answered with a soft laugh, tightening his arms slightly around Greg's waist. "You make me feel the same way, y'know. I love kissing you."

Greg didn't answer in words; he only nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing in Ryan's embrace. He wanted to stay like this for the rest of his life, comfortably ensconced in his boyfriend's arms; he couldn't remember ever feeling so at ease with anyone else.

Ryan's hands were moving down his sides, those gentle fingers sliding under the hem of his t-shirt and moving across his stomach. Greg sighed softly as Ryan's hands explored his body, wishing that they were at home, naked in bed, with no clothes to get in the way.

His boyfriend's nimble fingers were moving up to his chest, trailing fire along his skin. Greg wanted to take off his shirt, but he knew that if he did, he would end up feeling too chilled, even with being in Ryan's arms. Besides, he was feeling too comfortable and lazy to move.

Greg gasped as Ryan's fingers tweaked one nipple, winding it slowly between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation seemed to move from his chest to his crotch; he squirmed slightly, trying to relieve the sudden pressure of his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.

He leaned his head back against Ryan's shoulder again, looking up into those dark moss-green eyes. He could never get enough of gazing into Ryan's eyes; it was as though he was falling into those green depths, losing himself in a world where only the two of them existed.

Ryan's kiss made him feel as though he was melting into the other man; every inch of him was engulfed in a warm, penetrating flame, starting with his mouth and spreading gradually over his entire body. Nothing could hurt him here, nothing could touch him.

Greg gave himself up to Ryan's kiss, reaching up to entwine one arm around his boyfriend's neck, pulling the other man's mouth down to his. Ryan's lips were soft and yielding against his own; his kiss always tasted sweet, like nectar to a hummingbird.

He didn't care who might see them, even though there wasn't much of a possibility of that -- the park was deserted at this early hour of the morning. There were slight wisps of fog still lying close to the ground, the pale orb of the sun just beginning to lighten the day.

They had started to come here in the mornings after they left work, especially now that the sun was coming up later in the day. There was something romantic about this spot that appealed to both fo them -- and it didn't seem that anyone else was here at such an early hour.

Greg didn't object when Ryan slowly shifted their position until he was lying on his back, Ryan leaning over him. Those strong arms wrapped around his waist, holding him closer against the warmth of Ryan's body, igniting a fire deep within him.

Ryan was on top of him, his body pressing lightly against Greg's; it felt as though they were the only two people in the world, that everything around them had disappeared into the background. There was only Ryan, his touch, his kiss, the intensity in his eyes when their gazes met.

The next kiss sent a whiplash of flame roaring through his veins; Greg was sure that he was going to be burnt to a cinder by the heat of their lips meeting. This kiss was more demanding, harder, Ryan's tongue teasing his, their bodies pressing closer together.

Greg wasn't aware of his own movement as he wrapped his legs around Ryan's waist, wrapping his slim body around the other man's. All he could think of was his need to have Ryan closer to him, to get rid of the barrier of clothing between them, to be body to body, skin to skin.

He didn't hear his own moans echoing in the space around them; the only thing that registered with him was the feeling of Ryan's arms around him, the taste of his boyfriend's mouth, his own need for them to be as close as they possibly could.

Ryan raised his head, eliciting a groan of protest from Greg. He never wanted Ryan to stop kissing him; he wanted them to stay here for the rest of their lives, locked into an enchanted wonderland where they could melt into each other for eternity.

"I could kiss you forever," Ryan whispered into his ear, his breath warm against Greg's skin. "When we kiss, I feel like I'm flying. Like I'm invincible and I can do anything as long as I have you in my arms. But I don't think this is the place for us to take things any further."

Greg nodded reluctantly, agreeing that they shouldn't get any more intimate in such a public place. Nobody was here now, but there could easily be people showing up in a short time, and some of them might not like seeing two men in such an intimate embrace.

"Let's stay here a few minutes longer," he begged, not releasing Ryan from his embrace. Instead, he tightened his legs around his boyfriend's waist, wishing for just a moment that they were naked and that Ryan was inside him.

"If you want to," Ryan agreed, gently disentangling Greg's long legs from around his waist and laying down beside his boyfriend. "But we've got to get home soon, y'know. Wolfie's going to want to go out for his walk, and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."

"Kissing can sure work up an appetite, huh?" Greg asked, laughing as Ryan pulled him into another close embrace. He raised his face to his boyfriend's again, feeling Ryan's lips on his, sliding his arms around the other man's waist to snuggle close against him.

"When we kiss, the whole world goes away," Ryan whispered, his lips soft against Greg's cheek. "It's like you and I are the only people alive int he universe. I don't think that would be such a bad thing. The world could end, and if I was kissing you, I wouldn't know it."

"Neither would I," Greg murmured, closing his eyes and burrowing close against Ryan's body. The barriers between them were decreasing on a daily basis; he had no doubt that soon, very soon, he would finally be able to leap over that last physical chasm that separated them.

After a few moments, he sighed softly, sitting up and squinting into the sky. The sun was out now, and he knew that it was time for them to leave their little enchanted piece of heaven. But they'd be back; it was a place they couldn't seem to stay away from.

They would be doing a lot more kissing here, Greg thought as the two of them got to their feet and he picked up the blanket they'd been lying on to shake the grass away from it. And who could tell? Maybe one day, they'd be doing a lot more than that in this very spot.

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