Title: The Art of Letting Go
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Spencer Reid
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/Criminal Minds
Rating: NC-17
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 Spencer Reid, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg groaned softly as Spencer's hands continued to move over his nude body, seeming to search out every sensitive erogenous zone he possessed. First those nimble fingers were stroking over his hips, then up his sides, then teasing and tweaking his nipples.

Then those hands were sliding up his arms, capturing his wrists and holding them above his head. Greg gasped, his eyes widening, wondering if Spencer intended to tie him up before they had sex. He wouldn't mind that at all; it would make this all the more intense.

"Have you ever been bound before?" Spencer asked, his voice a mere whisper. "If you don't want to do that, we don't have to. I just thought it might be .... interesting." He didn't seem as though he was set on the idea; rather, he was hesitant, questioning.

Greg shook his head, his gaze meeting Spencer's. "I've been tied up before. If you want to do it, I don't mind. I think it could make things a lot more .... intense," he murmured, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. "I wouldn't have pegged you for being kinky, though."

"I can be a pretty kinky guy when the mood strikes me," Spencer told him, a smile tugging at his lips. "If you don't mind being tied up, then I'd like to do that. I've always thought it was incredibly sexy to make love to someone who can't touch me."

Privately, Greg thought that might mean that Spencer had dealt with some bad experiences of having a former lover touch him in places that had been off-limits, but he didn't say anything. If Spencer wanted to tie him up, then he had no problem at all with that.

He wasn't surprised when Spencer reached towards the beside table and held up two silk scarves; he'd expected this man to have something like that handy. Spencer seemed to be a person of refined tastes -- he would go for silk over ropes.

"I have handcuffs when I'm working, but I don't want to chafe your skin," Spencer said softly as he wound the silken fabric around one slender wrist, then the other, before he bound Greg's hands to the railing of the bed above his head. "This shouldn't hurt you at all."

"Handcuffs? Are you a cop?" Greg felt the first stirrings of alarm within him; if Spencer was a cop, then this could be a setup. He might have called for an escort so he could bust the service; Greg could be in a lot more trouble than he had ever bargained for.

But Spencer only shook his head, smiling as he did so. "No, not a cop. I'm FBI. I guess that counts, though, doesn't it? But I'm not here to bust you or the agency you work for, Greg. I just wanted company for the night. For a few nights."

"I was scared for a minute there, "Greg admitted with a soft laugh. He tugged experimentally at the scarves, testing the strength of the knots; Spencer definitely how to bind someone securely. There was no way that he was going to be able to struggle free.

"There's no need to be," Spencer said softly, bowing his head to press a line of kisses from Greg's cheek to his mouth. "I'd never hurt anyone as beautiful as you. I'd never hurt anyone. Sex is supposed to feel good, not be painful. That's not my style."

"I didn't think it was," Greg said softly before their lips met again. His slim body arched under Spencer's capable hands; all he could think of was having this man inside him, of wrapping his long legs around Spencer's waist and urging him on.

He wanted to be filled, to be taken. He'd never wanted anyone to thrust inside him and make him theirs as much as he wanted this man to do it; his desire for Spencer was unlike anything he'd ever felt. It was the strongest need that Greg could ever remember feeling in his entire life.

"Take me," he whispered against Spencer's mouth. "I want you. I want you now." He didn't care if it was supposed to be the client who expressed their desires and had them fulfilled; he needed Spencer far too much to observe the niceties of his job.

"I want you, too," Spencer murmured, pulling away from Greg slightly as he reached for something on the table. "But not without lube. I'm not going to risk hurting you. I think we'll both feel a lot better if I use this before we go any further."

Greg nodded, his breath catching in his throat at the idea of Spencer touching him so intimately. That thought almost made him groan in need; he spread his legs wide, more than willing to give Spencer any kind of access that the other man wanted to have to his body.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful," Spencer whispered, leaning over Greg to gaze into the young man's eyes. "When I booked an escort, I didn't know that I'd be spending the night with the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on before in my entire life."

"So are you," Greg murmured, almost writhing in need and wishing desperately that Spencer would touch him. He had the feeling that when he was finally touched, his body would explode into a million sparkling shards, leaving nothing but dust behind in the still air.

But when Spencer's warm hand slid between his thighs, he didn't explode. All he did was arch his body upwards, needing the intimacy of that gentle touch more than he could express with words. There were no words for how he felt, no way to make Spencer understand what he was feeling.

When those long, slender fingers slid inside him, Greg moaned Spencer's name, his muscles tightening involuntarily around the intrusion. Somehow, it felt as though Spencer's fingers belonged inside him, as if he'd been made for this man's touch.

Those fingers pressed deeper into him, searching for his prostate and finding it after just a few moments. Greg's slim body arched upwards again, a gasp drawn from his throat as Spencer's fingers raked over that incredibly sensitive spot, literally making him see stars.

Greg gasped Spencer's name, his body tightening, the beginnings of an orgasm already forming in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath, trying to tamp down on the physical sensations, not wanting to come too soon and bring the night to a precipitate end.

He wasn't confined to just one orgasm a night, of course. If Spencer was willing to be patient, he could go all night -- he'd done it before, when he hadn't felt nearly this much desire for the person he was with. He could certainly go around more than once tonight.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked softly, his fingers stopped their stroking motion for a moment. Greg opened his eyes to find that Spencer was gazing down at him, a worried expression on his face, as if he was worried that Greg might be in pain.

He nodded, tugging against his bonds, wishing that he could twine his arms around Spencer's neck and pull him down for a kiss. There were pros and cons to being tied up -- and the biggest drawback was that he didn't have the freedom to touch the man he was with.

"I'm just .... having kind of a hard time .... holding back," he gasped, another wave of sensation washing over him as Spencer's fingers pushed even deeper inside him, his fingers almost sending Greg over the edge. "I don't want this night to end too soon."

"It won't," Spencer whispered, his gaze intent on Greg's face. "I want to make you come like this -- the first time. There's a whole night ahead of us. I don't think you have to worry about holding back at the very beginning of it. You'll be coming a lot more than once."

"Wh-what about you?" Greg asked, the words trailing off into another soft groan. He hadn't thought that Spencer would want to watch him come all night; the clients he usually serviced were more interested in their own orgasms than in the escort's.

"I'll get what I want. Don't worry about that," Spencer told him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to either corner of Greg's mouth. "Just watching you come is good enough for right now. I want to see you experience the art of letting go and see how gorgeous you look doing it."

"Then I might be even better looking when I'm coming," Greg managed to gasp out, knowing that he was very close to doing just that. All it would take was another few strokes of Spencer's fingers across his prostate, and he would be unable to hold back any longer.

"Come for me, Greg," Spencer whispered, keeping his gaze focused on the young man beneath him. "I want to watch you coming. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to know that I'm making you feel good. Don't hold back. Just let yourself go."

Greg closed his eyes, Spencer's voice reverberating in his mind as he let his body go, his orgasm taking him over almost before he realized what was happening. He was gasping for breath, moaning Spencer's name, his hips jerking, his body spasming and shaking.

If Spencer could do that to him before they even had sex, he could only imagine what having this man buried deep inside him was going to feel like. Greg held his breath, opening his eyes and gazing up at Spencer, waiting for whatever might come next.

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