Title: Nothing Compares To You
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 closed his eyes, feeling Spencer shift his position on the bed, knowing that the other man would be inside him in just a few seconds. His body tensed, waiting for the first thrust, wanting Spencer to take him more than he'd ever wanted anything.

When Spencer slid inside him, Greg couldn't hold back a moan; his body arched upwards, seeking some kind of friction, desperately wanting to be as close to Spencer as he could possibly get. Merely having their bodies joined wasn't close enough.

Spencer stilled his movement once he was inside Greg; he didn't keep thrusting, but merely looked down at the young man in his arms. Greg's dark eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted; he had no idea that Spencer was studying him so intently.

"I want your legs around my waist," Spencer whispered, so softly that Greg could almost have sworn that no words had been said at all. But he complied, wrapping his long legs around Spencer, squeezing the other man's sides with his thighs as he did so.

"You feel so good in me," Greg whispered, almost not realizing that he had spoken until the words were already out. They might have sounded corny, but the words were true; he'd never felt anything as good as the sensation of Spencer's cock filling him.

Spencer pulled back slowly, cautiously, then thrust into Greg again, this time deeper than before. Greg moaned again, reaching up to twine his fingers through Spencer's long hair; he wanted to hold this man as close to him as he possibly could, and never let go.

What was it about this man that made him so impossible to resist? Greg had no idea why he had such a strong connection with Spencer, but he wasn't going to question that affinity. It was good enough for him that the connection existed; he didn't need to know why.

Within moments, the two of them had settled into a slow, steady rhythm; Greg's hips rose to meet each thrust, their breaths mingling in the still air of the room. His hands were tangled in Spencer's hair, his body spiraling higher with each thrust into his body.

No one had ever made him feel like this, Greg thought, moaning Spencer's name as the other man thrust into him even harder and deeper than before. Not only was Spencer's lovemaking the best he had ever experienced; he was convinced that he never wanted anyone else.

He wanted to stay here in this room with Spencer Reid forever; he never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted to be out of this man's arms. He wanted time to stand still, to envelop the two of them in a world of their own that they would never have to break away from.

His hips were lifted off the bed; Spencer was thrusting into him at a faster pace now, as though he wanted them both to reach completion as soon as possible. Greg wanted this to go more slowly, to draw it out and make it last, but it was the client's desires that took precedence.

He tightened his inner muscles around Spencer, urging the other man on, hoping that this wouldn't be the only time tonight they would make love. He wanted this again, at a more leisurely pace; he wanted them to enjoy each other's bodies, to explore and discover.

But it was what Spencer wanted that mattered, not his own desires. He had to tamp down on them and remember that he was an escort, here to give this man what he wanted, and nothing more. He wasn't Spencer's boyfriend; he couldn't make any demands.

If Spencer had a boyfriend, he wouldn't feel the need to book the services of an escort -- or would he? Greg hadn't thought of that possibility; maybe he had someone waiting for him at home, and this was just an aberration when he was far from home and felt lonely.

Not even lonely -- just in need. Greg meant nothing more to him than someone he'd shared a night of passion with; he might have someone else in his heart, someone who Greg could never compete with. It would be foolish to fall in love with Spencer Reid.

Only he already had, Greg thought as his muscles tightened, his body staring to spasm. He'd lost his heart from that first glance, and nothing was going to change that. He'd given himself to Spencer, not just his body, but his soul as well. And he didn't want it back.

This meant that he'd probably be useless as an escort from now on; he would compare every man he had an evening with to Spencer, and he knew that they would all come up wanting, even if Spencer hadn't taken him to bed. No one could possibly compare with this man.

Every person he was with in the future would be compared to Spencer -- and none of them would measure up. Greg was absolutely positive of that; there was no way that he could feel this way about anyone else. Nobody else would ever stir him the way Spencer did.

His orgasm washed over him, taking his breath away, making him gasp Spencer's name and tighten his long legs around the other man's waist. At the same moment, he felt Spencer release inside him, heard the other man's soft groan join his own.

Greg twined his hands through Spencer's hair, wishing that the movement would keep them tangled together, though he was sure that Spencer would want to pull out of him and move away now that they'd done what he was here to do. It was over all too quickly.

But Spencer didn't pull out; instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down into Greg's face and finally raising a hand to stroke his damp hair back from his face. Greg closed his eyes, turning his head to press a kiss against Spencer's palm.

"Do you usually do that with clients?" Spencer asked, his voice a mere whisper. "I wouldn't have thought you would be allowed to get so .... personal .... with them. Someone told me once that escorts didn't even like to kiss the guys they're with."

"I guess I'm the exception to the rule, then," Greg whispered, his throat feeling constricted at Spencer's words. What was he supposed to say -- that he'd already given Spencer his heart, so kissing his palm seemed the least of what he should be allowed to do?

He couldn't say that. He couldn't tell Spencer that he had fallen in love; that would be the quickest way to ensure that he was dressed and out of here within the next few minutes, and would more than likely never see Spencer again. He couldn't reveal his feelings. Not now.

Maybe after they had spent more time together, he could tentatively let Spencer know that his feelings were more than he'd expected them to be. But how much time would they have? Spencer had already said that he was only here for a few days.

"I'd like to think I'm the only man you've done that with," Spencer murmured, a pink blush immediately coming into his cheeks. "Well, in the context of your job, I mean," he added, looking embarrassed. "I'm not going to tell you how you should behave in your personal life."

"I don't have a personal life," Greg told him, the hint of a smile playing around the corners of his lips. "I guess that's why I'm so good at what I do. My heart isn't engaged elsewhere. Until now." He stiffened as the words came out unbidden.

"I care about you, too," Spencer said softly, his dark gaze not leaving Greg's face. "But I don't know what we can do about it, Greg. You've got a life here. I live back in DC. We can't be together, not unless we're both willing to settle for a long-distance relationship."

"I don't know what to do, either," Greg admitted, feeling unwanted tears of frustration rise behind his eyes. "This is crazy, isn't it? We just slept together for the first time, and instead of basking in our afterglow, we're worrying about what kind of future we might have."

"I'd like to think we can have a future, but I just don't know right now," Spencer told him, his voice heavy with regret. "Let's spend a few days together while I'm here and see what happens, okay? Maybe we'll be able to come up with some answers then."

"I'd spend every waking moment with you, if I could," Greg said, wishing that he could call in sick for a few days, but knowing that it was impossible. "But I've got to go to work. I work in the Vegas crime lab -- there's no way I can take time off."

"I need to spend some time with my mom, too -- that's why I'm here," Spencer told him, placing hiis hands on either side of Greg's face and gazing into the young man's eyes. "But let's not talk about that right now. I want to make love to you again. Slower this time."

Greg nodded, unable to speak past the tightness in his throat. Had Spencer just more or less admitted that he had feelings for him? He didn't know for sure, but it definitely sounded that way. And if that was true, than it was more than he could have hoped for.

"The first time was amazing, but I'd like to take it a little slower this time," he managed to say, giving Spencer a slightly tremulous smile. "I thought you just wanted to get the sex over with. I'm glad that's not the case. I'd have been kind of hurt if it was."

Spencer shook his head, bowing his head to brush his lips against the softness of Greg's mouth. "I just couldn't hold myself back," he whispered, his breath warm against Greg's skin. "Nobody I've ever been with before compares to making love to you. And I want to do it all over again."

As Spencer's hands began to roam over his body again, Greg stretched his lean body out under the other man, giving himself over to the pleasure of that touch. He didn't know how things were going to work out for them, but he was determined to find a way, no matter what he had to do.

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