Title: Hidden Desires
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Steve McGarrett
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/Hawaii Five-0
Rating: PG-13
Table: 5_prompts, Month of November challenge
Prompt: Day 6 - I got a little carried away
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 Steve McGarrett, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Steve looked at his watch as he pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex where Greg lived, taking a deep breath as he pulled into a parking spot. He was five minutes early, so it didn't seem like he was too eager to spend time with Greg outside of work.

Who was he kidding? he thought wryly, shaking his head as he got out of the car and slammed the door. He hadn't been able to think of anything all day long but the fact that he and Greg would be facing each other across the table at dinner tonight -- and they'd be alone.

Well, okay, not completely alone, he corrected himself. There would be a restaurant of people around them, but that might actually be a good thing. He was fairly sure that if they were alone in his house or Greg's apartment, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

He could see that picture in his mind's eye now -- him standing up and pulling Greg to his feet, then wrapping his arms around the young man and bending him back over the table, sweeping the dishes out of the way as he started to unbutton Greg's shirt ....

Steve blinked as he approached the door of Greg's place, trying to dispel an image that suddenly seemed far too clear for his comfort. If he kept on thinking like that, he would push his way into Greg's apartment if he wasn't careful, and try to make it come true.

No, he wouldn't, he told himself firmly. He wasn't the kind of man to force his attentions on anybody -- not even someone he wanted as much as he did Greg. He would take the younger man out to a nice dinner, talk to him, let them get to know each other slowly.

That was going to be harder to do than he might think at the moment, when Greg wasn't right in front of him, Steve thought wryly. Somehow, whenever the other man was near, he had the nearly irresistible urge to reach out and touch Greg's skin, or just to be closer to him.

If he kept that up, he was going to scare Greg away, Steve admonished himself. The last thing anybody would want when they were working was someone hanging all over them, trying to touch them. He would push anyone away who tried to do that.

So maybe it was a good thing that he intended to make his feelings known tonight. If Greg knew what his intentions were, then maybe touching him while they were working together wouldn't be forbidden. Not in an intimate way, of course -- just a light touch here and there .....

His thoughts evaporated when the door in front of him opened before he had even raised a hand to knock. Greg was standing there, looking better than Steve would have thought anyone could possibly look. How could a black v-neck t-shirt and black pants be such a devastating combination?

It wasn't the clothes. It was the man in them. The man who stood there looking at him with a slight smile curving his lips, smelling faintly of vanilla and looking as though he had just spent the whole day getting ready for their dinner date, instead of working side by side with Steve.

Steve couldn't help himself. Not when Greg was standing there looking so incredible, and certainly not when his self-control was already at the breaking point at just the thought of the other man. That control snapped as he looked at Greg, as if it had never existed.

Stepping forward into the apartment, he kicked the door shut with one foot as he reached for Greg. Steve pulled the other man into his arms, barely registered the stunned look on Greg's face before their lips met, his own mouth covering Greg's in a steamy, heady kiss.

It only took a few seconds for Greg's arms to wind around his neck, his slender body relaxing in Steve's arms. Steve took the opportunity to move his hands down Greg's back, cupping his ass, grinding his hips against the other man's as their kiss grew more fervent.

For just a moment, Steve experienced the wild urge to throw caution to the winds, lift Greg in his arms, and carry the other man straight to the bedroom. He didn't want to go out tonight; he wanted to stay here with Greg in his arms, kissing him and touching him forever.

But that couldn't happen; that would be jumping into a relationship far too quickly. His more cautious self knew the folly of that; he had jumped in with his eyes closed too many times, and he didn't want to get burned again. He was determined that this relationship would last.

Who was he kidding? This wasn't even a relationship yet. It was one kiss, albeit the most satisfying kiss he'd ever shared with anyone. Reluctantly, Steve lifted his mouth from Greg's, letting his arms fall to his sides as he backed up a few steps.

"I-I'm sorry," he panted, wishing that he could catch his breath -- and wishing that he could focus his gaze somewhere other than at Greg's soft mouth, his lips parted and slightly swollen from the ferocity of Steve's kiss. "I got a little carried away. I didn't mean to jump on you."

To his surprise, Greg shook his head, another soft smile curving his lips upward. "You didn't do anything I didn't want," he murmured, holding out a hand to Steve. "Or anything that I wasn't thinking about doing myself when I opened the door and saw you there. You just beat me to it."

Steve couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief; he had been so sure for a fleeting few seconds that Greg would be angry with him, that he'd feel Steve was moving too fast. But that obviously wasn't the case, not judging by Greg's words and actions.

"Are you sure you want to go out tonight?" he asked, hoping against hope that Greg would say no. If they didn't go out, then they could stay here and order Chinese takeout or something simple; they could get to know each other in privacy, rather than a crowded place.

And maybe, just maybe, he would wake up here in the morning, with Greg in his arms and in his heart. That was what he wanted, but he didn't want to put his desires into so many words. Not until he knew if Greg shared those inner desires -- or at least was willing to entertain them.

"I'd rather stay here -- if that's what you want," Greg murmured, his gaze focusing on Steve. "I think it'd be a lot easier to talk when there aren't a lot of people around. We'd both be more comfortable than if we were out somewhere that we .... couldn't say what we mean."

Steve nodded, his own smile widening as he reached for Greg again. He was in complete agreement with every word that the other man had said -- and somehow, he had the feeling that his desire to wake up here in the morning was going to be one dream that did come true.

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Next story in series - One Step Over the Line.