Title: You Have My Heart
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Series: 1) Catch Me I'm Falling, 2) Sparks, 3) Holding Steady, 4) More Than Ready, 5) Talk About It, 6) Confessions, 7) Fate's Plan, 8) Exposed, 9) A Matter of Feeling, 10) Loving Every Minute of It, 11) Street of Dreams, 12) One of Our Own, 13) Cold Storage, 14) Life Or Death, 15) Hole in My Heart, 16) Someone To Pull the Trigger, 17) Every Beat of the Heart, 18) No Promises, 19) Perfect Morning, 20) Everything Works If You Let It, 21) Dark To Light, 22) Into Temptation, 23) Covered in Cappuccino, 24) Play By the Rules, 25) Tingle
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Mentions of rape.
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, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg held his breath, wondering what Ryan was going to do, watching his boyfriend intently. He swallowed hard as Ryan's hand stroked down the shaft of his cock again; it was hard to concentrate on watching Ryan when he was being touched like this.

Ryan leaned over him, reaching for the bedside table and rummaging in the drawer. Greg drew in his breath; he was sure that he knew what Ryan was looking for. The small tube of lubricant was there in the front of the drawer, where they'd left it last night.

They'd both discovered that hand jobs were better when they used lube, but Greg knew that it was going to be put to a different use tonight. He didn't know if Ryan was going to try to take him tonight, though he was sure that if he said he wasn't ready, his boyfriend would hold back.

Part of him still wasn't ready, shrinking from even the thought of having Ryan's cock inside him -- but part of him was. Part of him wanted Ryan to take him, to break down the protective walls he'd built around himself and had hidden behind for so long.

Ryan looked down at him, a slight frown furrowing his brow. "Are you okay with this, babe?" he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to Greg's parted lips. "If you're not, just say the word, and we can cuddle all night. Nothing else has to happen?"

"Are you going to ...." Greg's voice trailed off; he raised a hand, indicating the tube of lubricant wordlessly. Ryan had to know what he meant; they had talked about this often enough. But now that it was actually getting to the point where it would happen, he was more scared than he'd thought he would be.

But to Greg's surprise, Ryan shook his head. "I don't think you're ready to have my cock inside you yet," he said softly, his gaze not leaving Greg's face. "But my fingers are another matter. And I've been told that I have a magic touch. I can make you feel amazing, Greg. Just trust me."

Greg nodded, feeling relieved by his boyfriend's words. Ryan wasn't going to just jump into this; he should have known better than to think that would happen. He was going to work up to them having sex, just as Greg wanted him to. Why had he ever thought otherwise?

"I do trust you," he whispered, the words coming out on a moan as Ryan's hand stroked him again. "If you keep doing that, then the volcano is going to explode before you're ready to deal with the lava," he joked, knowing that he was speaking the truth.

"That's not going to happen -- not yet, anyway," Ryan told him with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again. "But you'll be coming tonight, babe. More than once, I hope. At least, that's the plan. I think you're going to like this -- just lie back and relax."

Greg nodded, trying to do as Ryan bid him. He watched as his boyfriend popped the cap on the tube and coated two fingers liberally with the thick, his heartbeat speeding up and his breath coming as it dawned on him that those fingers would be inside him in a few minutes.

Ryan seemed to sense his agitation; he placed one hand against Greg's chest, then leaned down to kiss him and whisper into his ear. "If you're the slightest bit uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, and I will," he promised, his gaze meeting Greg's. "You can trust me, baby."

"I know," Greg murmured, taking a deep breath and resolving to do whatever Ryan requested of him. He was sure that his boyfriend wouldn't try to push too many boundaries; Ryan wasn't the kind of man to go rushing in without making sure Greg was okay with it.

He closed his eyes as Ryan's hand moved between his legs, gently nudging his thighs apart. Greg shifted his position slightly, spreading his legs wider, wanting to do whatever he could to give Ryan better access to his body and to make this easier for them both.

Then Ryan was kissing him again, his tongue slipping between Greg's lips, tasting his mouth and taking his breath away. No one else he'd ever been with could kiss like Ryan; there was a possessive quality to his kiss that made Greg feel as though he was being wrapped in desire.

At the same time, he could feel Ryan's hand moving lower between his thighs, one fingertip circling his entrance and pressing gently. He couldn't keep his muscles from clenching involuntarily, no matter how much he tried to keep his body relaxed.

Ryan's tongue probed further into his mouth, distracting him for a moment from what his lover's hand was doing between his legs. In that moment, Ryan's finger pressed inside him, making Greg gasp and his hips arch up off the bed, his fists clenching at his sides.

At his sudden movement, Ryan raised his head, panting slightly when he spoke. "Hold on to me, baby," he whispered, his free arm moving around Greg's waist as he turned onto his side. "Just hold on. Close your eyes and kiss me, and concentrate on what you're feeling."

Greg obeyed Ryan's words, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck. Then Ryan was kissing him again -- and that single finger was probing deeper inside him, moving slowly, not in any hurry. Greg's muscles began to relax, his body getting used to the intrusion.

It wasn't bad at all, he told himself, surprised at the thought. He didn't feel any pain -- just a slight fullness that he should have expected would be there. But it was only one finger -- Ryan had lubed two, which meant that there would be more to come.

Actually, it felt really good, the more he let himself relax. Greg tightened his arms around Ryan's neck, letting himself sink into his lover's kiss, hardly realizing when the tip of a second finger slipped inside him -- until it, too, started to press into him more deeply.

He gasped sharply, his eyes flying open and widening with trepidation. Ryan's free hand moved down his back; his boyfriend pulled him closer, murmuring into his ear, kissing along his jawline until their lips met again and then gently brushing a soft kiss across Greg's lips.

"It's okay, babe, just relax," he whispered, his dark green gaze focused on Greg's face. "It's not going to hurt, not if you relax and let your muscles loosen up. But if you want me to stop, then I will. Are you okay, or do you need me to back off?"

Swallowing hard, Greg shook his head, managing to speak with difficulty. "No -- I don't want you to stop," he gasped, knowing that he wasn't being entirely truthful, but not wanting to stop now that they had come this far. "It feels good -- just kind of .... full."

Ryan nodded, a slight smile on his lips. "That's how it should feel," he said softly, moving the other finger more fully inside Greg. "Don't be scared, babe. If it starts hurting, just tell me, and I'll stop. All you have to do is let me know."

Greg nodded, closing his eyes again and taking another deep breath. It didn't hurt. And he didn't want Ryan to stop, either. It just felt strange to open himself up to this kind of intimacy, after going for so long without it, and being convinced that he always would.

In the next moment, as Ryan's fingers probed more deeply, a sensation flashed through his body that made Greg's eyes open wide, tearing a moan from his throat before he realized that he had made a sound. His hips jerked forward, his body tensing.

"I told you I could work magic with my fingers," Ryan said softly, not taking his gaze from Greg's face. "I knew that once I found your prostate, I'd make you feel things you never dreamed were possible. Relax, sweetheart. Let me take you to heaven, and just enjoy the ride."

Ryan was indeed doing just that, Greg thought, crying out wordlessly as those fingers stroked against his prostate again. He had never known that having someone's fingers inside him could feel like this -- if he had, then he might not have been so skittish about being touched like this.

His body arched up off the bed again, his hips colliding with Ryan's. He could feel his boyfriend's erection against his thigh -- Ryan was hard and in need of relief, but Greg was too preoccupied with the feelings that were taking over his body to be able to provide that.

Besides, Ryan had told him to relax and enjoy this. He wouldn't be able to experience it fully if he was trying to pleasure his lover at the same time; he could take care of Ryan later, to thank his boyfriend for giving him this incredible pleasure.

He was spiraling up into a rarefied atmosphere; it was getting harder to breathe, harder to remember just where he was -- or even who he was. He was a part of Ryan, Ryan was a part of him, and the universe was expanding before his startled gaze.

Greg cried out Ryan's name when his orgasm burst into bloom, the sensation spreading through his body like fireworks exploding into the night sky. He was clinging to Ryan, his hips thrusting against his lover's hand, his body shaking and spasming uncontrollably.

Ryan was holding him close, his own body trembling along with Greg's. Was Ryan coming, too? Greg wondered as his head began to clear. Had touching him like this been enough to take Ryan to the stars right along with him? He hoped so; he wanted to feel as good as he did.

He almost moaned when Ryan's fingers pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty and bereft. But those strong arms wrapped around him, rolling him over onto his back and pulling him close against Ryan's body as the other man rested his head against Greg's shoulder.

"I love you so much, Greg," Ryan breathed into his ear; was it his imagination, or did his lover sound as though he was on the verge of tears? "I'd do anything for you. Anything you wanted, anything you needed. I just want to make you happy, baby. For the rest of eternity."

"You do make me happy," Greg whispered, twining his fingers through Ryan's hair and gazing into those limpid green pools. "Just by being here and by loving me. Don't ever stop doing that, Ryan. Be with me for all of our lives and you'll make me happier than I ever thought I could be."

"I'll always be here with you, baby," Ryan told him, taking one of Greg's hands in his own and kissing the palm. "No matter what happens, I'll always be yours. And I'll always love you. You have my heart, Greg Sanders. My heart, my body, and my soul. For always."

"And you've got mine," Greg answered, feeling tears prickle at the edges of his vision. He closed his eyes, sliding his arms around Ryan's waist, holding onto the man he loved and reveling in the closeness of not only their bodies, but their hearts and souls as well.

So many walls had come tumbling down tonight, he told himself. And even though there were more of them to climb over, he was sure now that they would fall a lot sooner than he had thought they would. It wouldn't be long now before those walls were gone for good -- and he wouldn't have to hide any more.

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Next story in series - Something So Strong.