Pairing: Greg Sanders/Adam Ross
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: NY
Author's Note: Depictions/discussions of a BDSM relationship.
Warnings: on-going series, BDSM
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 Adam Ross, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
***Greg's hand trembled as he fitted the key into the lock on the front door of his apartment; he could feel Adam standing close behind him, the other man's breath warm on his neck. Part of him liked it -- and part of him wished that Adam wouldn't stand quite so close.
He was already nervous enough about bringing Adam home; he still wasn't sure that he wanted to try what Adam had in mind for them. He'd never indulged in any kind of BDSM before, even though he'd read about it, and had always been a little curious.
He'd never had anyone tie him up before; he'd joked around with his friends and colleagues about it once in a while, but in spite of his image, he had always been a little shy when it came to things like that. His sex life had always been fairly tame, no matter what people thought.
But it looked as though it wouldn't stay that way for much longer, not if he got involved with Adam. It was a little scary, but exciting at the same time. And he was sure that Adam wasn't going to do anything to hurt him, or do anything he didn't want.
Still, he couldn't help being a bit hesitant. What if he decided he didn't want to go ahead with anything they were doing -- but Adam couldn't help being carried away? That idea wasn't exactly palatable -- in fact, it was something he'd rather avoid altogether.
He turned to say something about it to Adam -- only to have the other man raise a hand and place a finger against his lips, almost as though he understood what Greg was about to say. Adam shook his head, closing the door behind them as they advanced further into the room.
"I know you've got a lot of questions, babe," he murmured, keeping his finger on Greg's lips. "And I'll answer all of them. But right now, I just want to get your clothes off and kiss that gorgeous body all over. The rest can come later."
Greg nodded mutely, unable to get any words out. He wanted Adam desperately; he wanted this man on top of him, inside him, all over him. He'd never had such a physical attraction to anyone; he needed to be part of him, as quickly as possible.
Adam's hands were already working at the zipper of his jeans; Greg grasped the hem of his shirt, lifting it above his head and pulling it off. Within seconds, his jeans were being pushed down over his narrow hips, to land in a pool of fabric at his feet.
The other man's arms were around him, those warm hands moving up his back, then down to cup his ass cheeks. Greg couldn't hold back a soft moan; Adam's touch felt just as good on his body as it did when their hands had touched across the table.
Greg's stomach muscles tightened in reaction, his breath coming faster, his muscles tightening. He was sure that he'd never wanted anyone this much -- and besides that, he was curious about what Adam was going to do to him now that they were behind closed doors.
He was naked and vulnerable, in a position where anything could happen. But he trusted Adam not to do anything he didn't want -- and his curiosity was leading him into something new that he had never had the courage to try before with anyone else.
Now he needed to get Adam out of his clothes as quickly as he could. But Adam was shaking his head, backing away slightly, taking Greg's hands in his own. "Which way is the bedroom?" he asked, his voice soft and throaty. "I want you in bed. Now."
Greg could only nod towards the hallway that led to the two bedrooms in his apartment. His was the larger one; the other was for anyone who might happen to come over, if they decided to stay the night. He never knew if a friend might be too drunk to drive.
Adam was leading him down the hallway to the bedroom, over to the bed, pushing him down against the pillows. Greg closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the fool of Adam's hands moving over his body, that warm mouth pressing kisses to his cheek, then his mouth.
That warm mouth moved down, Adam's warm, wet tongue swirling around first one small, taut nipple, then the other. He moved back and forth between them for what seemed like a long time, until Greg moaned in protest and raised his hands to twine his fingers through Adam's hair.
"None of that, now," Adam whispered, pulling back and catching Greg's hands in his own. "Do you have any scarves that I can use?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly rougher note. "I think you need to be restrained while I'm exploring you."
Greg swallowed hard before nodding and taking a deep breath. "There are a few in the top drawer of the dresser," he managed to murmur, his voice sounding breathless and a little scared to his own ears. This was it, then. It was starting now.
He hated that his voice trembled when he said the words; he was surprised when Adam leaned back on his heels and looked down at him, then leaned down to brush a kiss across his parted lips. "Don't be scared, Greg," he said, his voice soft. "I won't hurt you. I promise."
Greg nodded, watching as Adam went to the dresser and rummaged in the top drawer for a moment before turning around, three scarves in his hand. He came back to the bed, climbing onto it and straddling Greg's naked body, leaning down to kiss Greg again.
"There's nothing for you to be afraid of," he whispered, his lips trailing fire across Greg's cheek, then down his throat. "I'm going to tie your hands to the railing on the bed, okay? But if you want me to untie you, just say so. I'm not going to do anything you don't want."
Greg gulped, words coming out before he could stop them. "But if I tell you to untie me, then you won't be interested in taking this any further, will you?" he said, wishing that he could bite his tongue after the words had come out. He hadn't meant to say that.
Adam leaned forward again, pressing a forceful, hungry kiss to Greg's lips before he could speak again. "I don't want to hear that kind of talk again," he whispered as his mouth moved down Greg's throat. "If you think I could not want you, then you haven't been listening to me."
Greg's eyes widened as Adam began to wrap one of the scarves around his wrists, holding his hands captured above his head. As though Adam could sense his nervousness, he explained what he was doing, not taking his gaze from Greg's face.
"I'm just going to tie your hands to the bedpost, okay?" he said softly, knotting the scarf and beginning to wrap the other one around Greg's wrists, then secure it to the bedpost. "If it's too tight, just let me know, and I'll loosen it. This isn't going to hurt, Greg."
Greg took a deep breath, closing his eyes and nodding to let Adam know that he understood what he'd been told. "I just want you to make love to me," he whispered hoarsely. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I have ever since we met."
His desire was overriding his curiosity about the lifestyle that Adam wanted to introduce him to; at the moment, he would have said yes to almost anything. He wanted Adam to touch him, to kiss him, to make love to him. Anything else could come later.
He tugged at the scarves that bound his wrists; he couldn't pull free, but maybe that was a good thing. If he could loosen his bonds too easily, then that might change the dynamic of what was happening between them, and he didn't want to do that.
Adam was gazing down at him with a question in his eyes, still holding the other scarf. "I want to gag you with this," he whispered, holding it up. "I promise, if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll take it off. But if you'll just relax and let it happen, I don't think you'll mind it."
Slowly, a little reluctantly, Greg nodded, closing his eyes as Adam carefully wound the scarf around his mouth, between his lips, tightening it slightly before he knotted the ends at the back of his head. It felt a little strange, but not unpleasant.
It felt weird, not being able to speak or cry out. The only sound he could make was a muffled moan; Adam bent over him again, whispering into his ear. "Just shake your head if you need me to take the gag off, okay? Don't be scared, Greg. I'll be gentle. I promise."
He'd been curious about what it was going to be like to enter this world -- and it seemed that now he was going to find out, Greg told himself. Silently, he watched Adam reach for the lube on the bedside table, closing his eyes when the other man began to push his thighs apart.
Within a few moments, his eyes flew open again; Adam was stroking his cock, his fingers curling around the half-hardened shaft, thumb rubbing gently against the tender tip. Greg's hips bucked up against the other man's hand, almost of their own volition.
This was going to be his introduction into the world that Adam inhabited -- a world that he'd always been curious about, but had never found a way to enter. Now, he was being taken there, swept away on a tide of desire -- even if he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to go along.
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