Title: Where the Heart Leads
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: The Body, mission_insane
Prompt: 1, Fingernails
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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"Mmmm, that feels good," Greg murmured as Ryan' hands moved down his back. "I could lie here and let you massage my back all day." He turned his head slightly, trying to look up at his boyfriend. "The only bad thing is that I can't look at you while you're doing this."

Greg was lying on his stomach, his head pillowed on his arms, with Ryan sitting beside him as he lovingly massaged his boyfriend's back and shoulders. Ryan smiled down at him, his hands stilling their rhythmic movements as he spoke.

"I don't want you to look at me, babe," he said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against Greg's bare shoulders. "Just close your eyes and relax. Let yourself feel, instead of thinking. I know it's hard to do, but turn off your brain for a few minutes, okay?"

"I can't do that!" Greg told him with a soft laugh. "I think my brain's always running around like a hamster on a wheel. If I tried to turn it off, it'd implode. But I'll do my best to relax," he added, closing his eyes and resting his head on his arms. "That's not hard at all."

"Good, because I want you to be completely relaxed," Ryan told him as he moved his hands down Greg's back again. His movements slowed as his hands moved past the small of Greg's back to rest on his bare buttocks, his gaze following along behind his hands.

He loved looking at Greg like this, loved being able to unabashedly stare at his boyfriend's beautiful body. He couldn't have imagined anyone more perfect; just looking at Greg made his heart beat faster, and he could feel desire starting to rise within him.

No, Ryan told himself firmly, forcing his hands to move back up Greg's back to his shoulders again, before slowly moving back down. This wasn't the time for him to think about making love to his boyfriend; this wasn't about sex. It was about relaxation.

They'd been so busy at work lately, snowed under with more cases than they usually had. And the ones that he and Greg had been sent on seemed to be particularly gory; Greg had been tense and nervous for the last week or so because of all that they'd been dealing with.

Ryan wanted his boyfriend to relax, to put all of that out of his mind, and to concentrate on the two of them being together. There was time enough to worry about work when they were actually working; he didn't want their cases to bleed over into their personal lives.

His hands moved slowly down Greg's back against, this time letting his fingers gently scratch along the other man's sline. Greg moaned softly, a shiver going through his body, and Ryan stopped what he was doing, worried that he'd done something to hurt his lover.

But Greg only shook his head, trying to turn around again. "That didn't hurt," he said, obviously wanting to explain himself to Ryan. "It just .... the way your fingernails were scratching my skin felt so good, I couldn't be quiet. Sorry if that freaked you out a little."

Ryan laughed softly, shaking his head in response to Greg's words. "No, babe, it didn't freak me out," he said softly, wanting to reassure the other man. "I just wondered if I'd scratched too hard and hurt you. That's one thing I'd never want to do. I'd never hurt you, Greg."

"I know that, babe. I trust you," Greg murmured, resting his head against his arms again. "Actually, those fingernails felt good. As long as you don't scratch too hard, you can do that all you want." He sighed softly and stretched out, obviously inviting Ryan to keep touching him.

It was all the incentive Ryan needed. He loved touching Greg; his boyfriend's skin was like velvet, and just looking at his nude body was giving Ryan all kinds of ideas -- though he wasn't going to implement those ideas just yet. There was time enough for that later.

Right now, he just wanted to touch Greg, to relax him, to revel in the fact that he could move his hands over that beautiful body and bring Greg pleasure. He was pleasing himself, too, Ryan thought with an inward smile. He loved touching Greg; it was almost as pleasurable as making love.

His hands moved slowly down Greg's body, coming to rest on his boyfriend's slender hips. Slowly, carefully, he continued moving downward after a few moments, letting his fingernails gently scratch down the backs of Greg's thighs before moving back up again.

His boyfriend moaned again, but this time, Ryan didn't take it as an indication of discomfort. He could hear the desire in that sound -- and it matched the feelings that were welling up inside of him. He knew that Greg had to be thinking the same thing that he was.

But he didn't want this to end too soon, he cautioned himself. He wanted Greg to be completely relaxed; that had been his intention when he'd started this, and he didn't want to abandon that plan. Still, the thought of making love to his boyfriend was starting to take over his mind.

And his libido as well, he thought wryly, shifting his position to a more comfortable one. He couldn't keep this up indefinitely; sooner or later, they would have to get more intimate, or he would find himself taking a long cold shower and trying to sublimate his desires.

Greg wouldn't let him do that, Ryan thought, a smile curving his lips. His boyfriend would insist on being in the shower with him -- and they would probably end up having sex there, with the water pouring down on them and intensifying their desire for each other ....

Ryan knew that within the next few minutes, he would have to give up on holding those thoughts back. The desire within him was growing too strong; he wanted Greg too badly to deny them both the pleasure that he was sure they both wanted.

He didn't just want Greg -- he needed him. He needed to be inside that beautiful body, to be joined with Greg in the most primal way possible; he needed to gaze into those dark eyes and see the love he felt reflected back at him. He needed to lose himself in that love.

As though he was sensing Ryan's thoughts, Greg turned over in one swift movement, reaching up to wrap his arms loosely around Ryan's neck and draw him down for a kiss that took Ryan's breath away. For several long moments, he couldn't speak, could barely even think.

All he could think of was how badly he wanted Greg -- and how much he needed him. That need must have been evident in his eyes, because he could swear that the look in Greg's dark eyes answered his own -- and that his boyfriend needed him even more.

Ryan moved to kneel between Greg's parted thighs, looking down at the man he loved. Within moments, the two of them would be joined, their bodies twined together in the most intimate of embraces, their physical beings following where their hearts had already led them.

Greg smiled as he pulled Ryan down for another kiss, and Ryan let that smile sink into his heart, warming him from the inside out. His arms slid around Greg, pulling him closer, abandoning himself to the pleasure of being close to the man he loved -- and of having that love returned.

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