Title: Glittering Prize
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Don Flack
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: NY
Rating: NC-17
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.


"I should have known you'd get cherry-flavored glitter," Greg told Don, smirking as he looked up at the older man. "So, do you intend to keep licking it off me? I don't want to be pissing glitter in the morning because you couldn't get rid of it all!"

"Oh, I'll get rid of it," Don told him, his voice husky with desire. "And you'll be too tired in the morning to drag yourself out of bed, baby. I intend to give you a workout tonight like you've never had before." He sat up, gazing down at the young man under him.

Greg almost felt as though he wanted to look away from that intense gaze; there was something about the way Don looked at his naked body sometimes that was almost .... well, predatory. He wasn't scared of Don, but he was the kind of man who would always want to get his way.

Still, he'd never hurt anyone -- least of all someone he was involved with and cared about. Just the fact that Don was always so careful with him, treating him as though he was made of spun sugar at times, let Greg know that the other man cared, even if he didn't always say it out loud.

But it would be nice to hear those words aloud sometimes, Greg thought to himself, stifling a sigh as he returned Don's gaze. Just three little words -- they couldn't be so hard to say, could they? The only reason not to say them was if they weren't sincere.

He'd rather never hear those words than have Don say something he didn't mean, and then let him down later. For now, at least he had Don with him -- and even if he didn't hold the other man's heart yet, he could always work on that.

From the way that Don was looking at him, his lover had something in mind; Greg had gotten to know that look well over the time they'd been seeing each other. It meant that Don wanted to do things to him that might make him blush if he talked about them in public.

He was up for that. Whatever Don wanted to do, as long as it didn't hurt, was all right with Greg. He trusted this man implicitly; he'd given Don not only his body, but his heart too, even if Don wasn't aware of just how deep his feeling went as of yet.

"There's still a lot of glitter left in some very sensitive places," Don told him, shaking his head. "I have the feeling you're going to be writhing and moaning my name for the rest of the night. Maybe even through the morning. Think you can miss a day of work?"

Greg shook his head reluctantly, feeling some of the elation go out of him. "No, I can't -- and neither can you," he added, knowing that Don was supposed to work tomorrow. He knew the other man's schedule, which seemed like something Don wouldn't tell just anybody.

"Then prepare to be a little sore tomorrow," Don murmured, his voice taking on the huskiness that Greg knew meant arousal. One quick glance between the other man's thighs showed him just how aroused Don was -- and told him what to expect.

But that wasn't what he got; instead of lifting Greg's legs, Don bent and pressed a gentle kiss against the soft skin of his inner thigh, then moved his mouth between Greg's spread legs. The young man's eyes widened in surprise, gasping in surprise and writhing just as Don had said he would.

He hadn't expected to feel his lover's warm, wet mouth on his balls. The feeling was incredible; of all the things that Don had done to him in the time they'd been involved, this was the best, Greg thought hazily, his slim body arching upwards.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Don's hands were holding him down firmly, not letting him raise his hips too much; that warm mouth was enveloping him, licking and sucking, each movement of Don's tongue spinning him around until he was dizzy with desire.

He was going to come if Don kept this up for much longer, Greg thought, his muscles tightening, his body reacting involuntarily to the intense stimulation. If that was the intention, then he was going to comply, whether Don was ready for it or not.

As though he could read the young man's thoughts, Don looked up, his dark eyes meeting Greg's. "Don't come yet, baby," he murmured, one hand stroking over Greg's bare thigh to rest on his hip. "Try to hold it back. I'm not ready for you to be spent quite yet."

Greg nodded, closing his eyes and trying his best to keep a rein on his treacherous body as Don't head bowed again to continue his licking and teasing. Within another few moments, he had licked all the glitter from Greg's balls, and his mouth was moving back up the young man's body.

Greg gasped again as Don's tongue swirled around his navel, licking away the trail of cherry glitter from his crotch to his belly; then that soft, warm mouth was moving up again, that wet tongue circling one nipple, lapping at the glitter sprinkled across Greg's smooth chest.

His body arched upwards again, wanting more of that soft, warm mouth on his sensitive nipples. Most of the men he'd fooled around with before Don had never cared about that area of his body; they had always been too interested in getting to parts below.

But Don took his time and made love to all of Greg's body every time they were together. Greg had never imagined that anyone could arouse him so completely with just a touch, just one kiss. Don took him to the heights and beyond, to a place that he never wanted to come down from.

Don's mouth moved from one nipple to the other, his tongue teasing each taut nipple, first sucking, then nibbling. Greg moaned his lover's name, his hands twining through Don's hair, wanting this to go on for as long as possible before he had to let himself go.

"Don, I'm --" Greg couldn't get the rest of the words out; he wanted to say that he was gong to come, that it was inevitable at this point, but his throat had constricted and he couldn't make any sound other than a sharp gasp. However, that seemed to be warning enough.

Don lifted his head, a few pieces of red glitter sparkling on his lips. "Come for me, baby," he urged, one hand moving down to curl his fingers around Greg's penis and stroke gently. "I want to see you let go. I love watching you come."

Greg needed no further urging; with a soft cry, he relinquished the hold he'd been trying to exert over his body, feeling his release rush through him like a wave that knocked him off his feet. Stars seemed to explode behind his eyes, his hips bucking upward into Don's hand.

Don was sitting back on his heels, looking down at him with a smirk of satisfaction on his face. Greg smiled up at him tiredly, wondering if his lover still had plans for them tonight. Whatever Don wanted to do, he would go along with; he was too tired to argue.

"Now that we've had a little fun with glitter, we can get down to the serious business," Don told him, one hand trailing down Greg's side to rest on his thigh. After a few moments, Don pushed his legs apart, his intent obvious. "If you're ready for it, that is."

"I'm always ready," Greg told him, squirming slightly under his lover's touch. His body was still sensitized, but that didn't bother him; he already wanted Don again. "Since when is making love 'serious business' for you?" he asked, raising his brows in question.

"It's not always serious," Don admitted with a soft laugh. "But right now, I don't want to play around. I want to take my time and make love to you so you feel every second of it all through your body. I want you to be thinking about this all day. And wanting more of it."

"I always am," Greg murmured, a blush starting to spread over his cheeks. Don didn't often talk like this; the words he'd just said might be the closest he'd come to being romantic with Greg. "You're too good to me, do you know that? You're spoiling me."

"You're a prize, baby." Don's voice was soft, his gaze moving up Greg's slim body to meet his eyes. "I know I don't say it nearly enough, but I care about you. A lot. I got lucky the day you came into my life. And I want to show you how much I appreciate having you."

"I don't think I'm such a prize," Greg whispered, feeling a warmth seep through him. Don cared. He'd said it. He might not have said that four-letter word that Greg longed to hear, but just knowing that he cared was enough for now. "And I care about you, too."

"I know you do, beautiful." Don leaned forward to brush his lips against Greg's, his breath hot against the young man's skin. "And you are a prize. A gorgeous, glittering prize. One that I'm going to cherish all my life. One that I'm never going to forget."

With those words, he sat back again, moving his hands up Greg's long legs to rest on his thighs. After a moment, he pushed the young man's legs up to his chest, looking down at him with a gleam in his eyes that Greg had seen there before and was very familiar with.

He knew what Don wanted -- and he was more than happy to give himself over to his lover, body and soul. Those last words bothered him a little -- why would Don mention that he'd never forget him? -- but he put them out of his mind, preferring to concentrate on what was about to happen.