Title: Pretty Blue World
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Don Flack
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: NY
Author's Note: Set pre-CSI: Vegas when Greg is still living in NYC.
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 Don Flack, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
***"There's not really all that much to talk about," Greg told Don, spreading his hands out helplessly in front of him. "I've never actually had sex with anybody yet, but I"m not really a virgin. I'm not completely inexperienced, you know."
"What, at picking guys up in bars and bringing them home with you?" Don asked, a small smile lifting one corner of his mouth. "What do you do when they want more than you're ready to give them? I doubt you've filed any rape -- or attempted rape -- reports, have you?"
Greg shook his head, looking sheepish. "I .... let them fool around with me, but nobody's really pushed for anything more than that. And I'm --" He broke off, looking away from Don, crossing his arms over his chest. "Shouldn't we continue this in the bedroom?"
Greg seemed to have forgotten that he was naked; Don's eyes moved over that beautiful young body again, his gaze resting at the apex of Greg's thighs. The young man looked down, a pink blush stealing into his cheeks as he hastily cupped himself with both hands.
"You don't have to be ashamed of anything," Don told him softly, reaching out to move Greg's hands. "I like looking at you, Greg. You're beautiful, whether you realize it or not." He moved his hand to cup the young man's chin, forcing Greg to look into his eyes.
"I don't care that you're a virgin," he murmured, leaning forward until their lips almost met. They were so close that he could feel the heat of Greg's breath, feel the young man's body trembling. "I want to take you to bed and make your first time everything you want it to be."
"It's not like I haven't had .... things inside me before," Greg whispered, the pink flush in his cheeks again. "I've just never had a-a person inside me. I don't know from experience, but everybody says that it's a lot different to actually be with somebody."
"It is," Don told him, wondering why this young man had never given himself to any of the men who had apparently been interested in him. "Why didn't you ever sleep with any of those guys?" he asked, not wanting to be blunt, but unable to keep the question back.
"None of them wanted anything more than a quick fuck," Greg told him, sounding somewhat bitter. "That's not what I was after. I don't expect a lifelong commitment from the first guy I sleep with -- but I'd like them to at least remember my name in the morning."
"Not only will I remember your name, but this won't be the first and last time you see me," Don said softly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. "I don't know if I can offer you forever, Greg. I don't think that far into the future. But I can give you more than a meaningless one-night stand."
"That's all I'm asking for," Greg whispered, leaning forward slightly so that the softness of his lips brushed Don's. That one gesture swept all of the older man's self-control aside; with a low moan, he reached for Greg, pulling the young man into his arms.
His hands moved down Greg's back to cup the firm, rounded curves of his ass; at the moment, all he wanted to do was to get Greg into the bedroom so that he could explore that gorgeous young body with his lips and tongue as well as his fingertips.
"What do you say we take this into the bedroom?" he asked, his voice soft and husky. "After I get my clothes off, that is." He reluctantly disentangled himself from Greg, standing up and tugging his shirt off over his head, then quickly shedding his jeans.
He'd almost expected Greg to look a little scared when he'd started undressing, but all he saw in those large dark eyes was admiration as the younger man's gaze moved over his body. Greg didn't look in the least intimidated; he only smiled and nodded as Don stepped away from the couch.
Greg rose to his feet in one quick, graceful movement, heading down the hallway without saying a word. Don followed him, admiring the movements of Greg's body as he walked. He couldn't wait to be inside that beautiful body; he'd been able to think of nothing else all night.
Don hesitated before he followed Greg into the bedroom; he hadn't imagined what it would look like, but it always seemed a little intrusive the first time he stepped into the private sanctum of a new lover. However, Greg's bedroom was a place unlike any he'd ever been.
There was a blue light bulb in the lamp beside the bed; the walls were blue as well, and so was the carpet. The sheets and pillows on the bed were of the same hue, the blankets varying shades of blue. It was easy to tell what Greg's favorite color was.
There were two large bookcases against one wall, a large bed beside them. It was obvious that Greg spent a great deal of time reading, and that his bedroom was a sanctuary for him. There were clothes scattered around the room, mute evidence that Greg cared about the image he presented.
With the soft blue light illuminating the room, the effect was calming and soothing. Don could almost feel as though he was underwater, spirited away to the lure of an ocean king -- or prince, in this case -- who was making him comfortable in a pretty blue world far away from his own.
Greg was already lying back on the bed when Don entered the room; he couldn't take his eyes from the picture the young man made. Once again, his eyes roamed over Greg's naked body, his breath coming hard and fast, his own body responding to the need growing within him.
"So what do you mean by saying that you've had 'things' inside you?" he asked as he lay down on the bed next to Greg, propping himself up on one elbow. "I'm guessing you're talking about sex toys, right? Those can be fun, y'know. I don't mind playing around with them."
"I don't want one of those inside me," Greg whispered, moving closer to him. "I want you. I want to be with you. If that's not what you want, then we should stop this right now." He sounded very young and vulnerable, Don thought, which was probably the complete opposite of what he intended.
"Oh, you'll have me inside you, gorgeous," he murmured, stroking one hand down Greg's side as he bent over the young man, turning Greg over onto his back. "I just thought I'd let you know that I don't have anything against experimenting."
"You can experiment all you want with me," Greg answered, his voice soft and a little breathless. "After you make love to me. I've been staring at you and wanting you all night. Don't make me wait any longer than I have to. I've been patient about as long as I can."
"Why did you choose me?" Don asked, voicing the question that was uppermost in his mind. "There were other guys in that bar -- and some of them were better-looking than me. Why was I the one you wanted to bring home with you and give yourself to?"
"Because you seemed like a nice guy," Greg murmured, blushing again. "You didn't try to put your hand on my junk when you sat down next to me. And you didn't talk about wanting to fuck me and how hot you think I am. You were .... real. You weren't just talking trash."
Don laughed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Greg's cheek, then to capture the young man's soft mouth with his own. Greg's lips parted eagerly under his; his thin arms wound around Don't neck, pulling him down on top of that slim young body.
It was a relief to know that Greg wasn't scared, though Don had his doubts as to whether the young man was going to be this eager about the entire experience. Still, since he wasn't entirely new to penetration, this would definitely be easier than if he'd never been touched.
Glancing at the night table beside the bed, Don was surprised to see a tube of lubricant there -- and a bright purple dildo lying beside it. So at least now he knew just how large a size that Greg was used to -- which wasn't all that reassuring.
That dildo wasn't nearly as large as his cock; a sudden fear of hurting Greg, of scaring him, moved through his body like an electric shock. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt this beautiful, trusting young man in any way; he'd walk away from this before he'd hurt Greg.
Don pushed that fear to the back of his mind; what he was going to do to Greg wouldn't hurt him. The pain would be a quicksilver flash that would only last a few seconds; he would make sure that it mutated into pleasure as quickly as possible.
Reaching for the lube, he uncapped the small tube, squeezing a generous amount of the slippery, thick substance onto his fingers. He would be sure that Greg was thoroughly prepped -- and he would also make sure that they both enjoyed the process.
He looked down at the young man sprawled across the bed in front of him, a smile on his lips as he knelt between Greg's parted thighs. This was going to be as good as he could make it, both for Greg and for himself; it was going to be a night that neither of them would ever forget.
Slowly, carefully, he moved his hand between Greg's legs, sliding first one, then two fingers inside him. Greg moaned softly, arching his back, his body tightening around Don's fingers. They had already gone too far for either of them to turn back now.
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