Title: Right Now
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Adam Ross
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: NY
Rating: PG-13
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 looked at his watch as he headed towards the lab, hoping that Adam was ready to go. He was looking forward to having breakfast with the other man, getting to know him a little better. He was sure that he and Adam would have a lot to talk about.

Of course, Adam might not even be interested in guys, Greg told himself, trying to give himself a reason to be cautious. If he wasn't, then that would be a blow, but at least he'd have made a new friend. And he couldn't see that as being a bad thing.

Still, he wanted more than friendship from Adam. The attraction he'd felt to the other man had been more immediate than any other he'd ever known; there was something about Adam that drew him inexorably, as if he was orbiting the sun.

There had been no indication whatsoever that Adam felt anything approaching attraction for him, but maybe he would find out if that was true or not over breakfast. They'd both had a long day at work, and when people were tired, they didn't hold much back.

Not that he wanted to dig into Adam's deep dark secrets, Greg assured himself hastily. But he did want them to get to know each other -- as more than friends, if that was possible. But for now, just finding out more about the other man was his goal.

He took a deep breath as he turned the corner -- and nearly collided with Adam. Greg gasped, his eyes widening, putting out a hand to the wall to steady himself. Adam had done the same; he was staring into those dark eyes, feeling as though he was falling.

"I was just coming to look for you," Adam told him, smiling a little hesitantly. "Are you ready to go? If the offer of breakfast still stands, that is." He sounded hopeful; Greg couldn't hold back a smile as he nodded in affirmation and held out a hand to Adam.

"Yeah, it definitely does. I was going to go out and get something to eat anyway, and it'd be nice to have some company," he said, hoping that his words sounded sincere. He hadn't really been planning on going out, but Adam didn't need to know that.

"So where were you planning on going?" Adam asked as he walked beside Greg out of the building and to the parking lot. "I can just follow you. I don't really know my way around that well yet, I'm using GPS to find any place I need to go."

"There's a Waffle House just a few blocks away," Greg told him, opening the door of his car and squinting against the early-morning sunlight. "Just follow me. We'll be there in five minutes." He waved at Adam as the other man got into his car, closing the door and fastening his seat belt.

As he pulled out of the parking lot with Adam right behind him, Greg couldn't keep back a shiver from the thrill of anticipation that ran down his spine. Finally, after a day of wondering what it would be like, he'd have some time to talk to Adam alone.

Just the two of them, in a quiet, private booth, with no one else around to hear. He knew that none of their co-workers would be there this morning; they'd all said that they had other plans for the day. Well, so much the better, then. No one would see him with Adam.

What would he find out when they talked? Would Adam be what he expected -- someone who he had an affinity for, someone who could become a large part of his life, if not the center of it? Or would he simply end up being a casual friend and colleague, and nothing more?

There was no way to know until they'd talked and gotten to know each other a little, Greg told himself, trying to hold back the rising flood of excitement that was taking him over. Somehow, he felt that things were going to go the way he wanted them to.

It was less than five minutes later when he turned into the parking lot of the Waffle House, pulling into a space and waiting for Adam to park beside him. He could feel his heart pounding erratically in his chest; he had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

This was just going to be breakfast and talking, getting to know each other a little. There would be nothing more than that, at least not today. For all he knew, Adam was just looking for a friend to hang out with. If he wanted more, it might take a while to find that out.

Or he might discover it today, Greg thought, his spirits lifting. Adam might want to talk about his personal life. He might end up being gay. He might be looking for a boyfriend. There were so many possibilities, and Greg wanted to discover which ones were true.

He was surprised that Adam held the door open for him when they walked into the place together; men who did that were few and far between, especially for other men. It was a gold star in Adam's book as far as he was concerned, Greg thought with an inward smile.

Settling into a booth, he waited until the waitress had handed them menus and left before he cleared his throat and addressed the other man. "So, what do you think of the lab after your first day? I know it's really busy, but I'm guessing you were expecting that."

He was surprised when Adam laughed and waved a hand in the air. "I was used to this kind of busy in the lab I used to work in," he said, putting down his menu and studying Greg. "What I wasn't used to is finding out that there's an absolutely gorgeous guy working with me."

"You mean Hodges?" Greg deliberately kept his expression and his voice bland, hoping that Adam would quickly negate his words. "David's not a bad-looking guy, but he's not my type. I tend to go for the more rugged type. Or the pretty boys. Even though I've been told that I'm one of those myself."

"Oh, you definitely are," Adam said, his words so soft they were barely audible. "I haven't been able to keep myself from thinking about you all day. I go for the pretty boys too. Especially when they're under me in bed. That's where I can see you."

Well, that definitely told him all that he needed to know, Greg thought, swallowing hard, his throat suddenly constricted. Not only was Adam apparently interested in him, he'd skipped right over all of the "getting to know you" small talk and cut right to the chase.

"So, I guess that means it's not David who you think is gorgeous," he said, trying to lighten what suddenly felt like a very serious conversation. "And that answers a lot of questions that I was going to try to find out the answers to without coming right out and asking them."

"Sometimes it's better to get right to the point," Adam told him, his dark eyes meeting Greg's over the top of the menu he was holding. "You don't get anywhere by beating around the bush. And when I want something -- or somebody -- I'm pretty direct."

"I wouldn't have thought that just by looking at you, or talking to you at work," Greg murmured, feeling a little overwhelmed by what seemed to be a sudden shift in Adam's personality. Things were turning out very differently than what he had expected.

He had thought that he would be the one to pursue Adam -- but he was rapidly beginning to feel as though he had been the one in Adam's sights all along, and that he was starting to resemble nothing so much as a struggling fly caught in a spider's web.

Only he wasn't struggling, Greg reminded himself. This was what he wanted -- wasn't it? He had never been the one to take the lead in any of his relationships with men. After all, he was a bottom -- and if Adam had more of a dominant personality, then so much the better.

"Still waters run deep -- isn't that what everybody says?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. "There's a lot more to me than you might think you see on the surface. And if you're adventurous, you can discover all of it. But you should know this -- I ought to come with a warning label."

"Oh? And what warning is that?" Now it was Greg's turn to raise a brow and look skeptical. "Slippery when wet? Objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are? No, I know," he said, shaking his head and laughing. "Dangerous curves. That has to be it."

"Nope, none of the above," Adam told him, flashing a mischievous smile over the menu and then looking down at it again as though he was studying the choices. "The warning would be -- enter at your own risk. You'd better be prepared for what you might find."

"I think I'll be prepared for anything you can throw at me," Greg told him, wondering if that was the truth. He hadn't really been prepared to find out that Adam had such a dominating personality; he'd seemed so different when they were at work.

But being at work wasn't the same as being alone with someone, and knowing them intimately. Whatever Adam was like outside of their jobs, he was sure that he was prepared for whatever surprises might be revealed. And he was looking forward to them.

"You might be surprised to find out what I'm like under the surface," Adam murmured, leaning across the table and lowering his voice. "Not only that, but once I get you into bed, there's no turning back. Are you ready for that, Greg? Make up your mind. Right now."

Greg blinked, his mouth opening slightly, not sure of what he should say. Was this an ultimatum? Would Adam decide that he wasn't worth knowing if he held back, or said that he wasn't ready to jump in head first? All he could do was move forward. There really was no turning back.

"I'm ready," he whispered, unable to look away from Adam's intense gaze. The other man reached out to take his wrist, fingers closing around it in a grip that was surprisingly secure. Greg couldn't pull away; all he could do was sit there, waiting for whatever Adam might say next.