Title: Another Fluffy Crossover
Author: Emono
Rating: FR-13
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/Miami
Pairings: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Disclaimer: Don't own, bite me
Summary: 2 prompts, ficlets
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Usual stuff. Slash, and fluff, and a little angst to spice it up
1. Tongue-Tied
Not a lot could make Greg speechless. He was always the loud one, the hyper one. The person in the room that spoke to fill the silence in the room, cover the distance with words. He could out-talk almost everyone he knew, and he could out-talk almost everyone he knew, and he could chatter for ten minutes and not say anything at all. No one could stop him, he was a force of nature.
Except for Ryan Wolfe, this new CSI down in Miami. Gil had sent Greg down to Miami to give a lecture on DNA. Horatio Caine had wanted to show his hospitality, so he had sent CSI Wolfe to accompany him around. Greg still looked back and groaned at the first thing he had blurted out in front of the man.
"Wolfe…like the animal or the author? Are you going to bite me? Should I be worried?"
Ryan had replied with a sultry look and a cool, "I don't bite hard."
And it was small, simple replies like that which tangled his tongue and made him flush. Ryan was something raw, hardly contained. He threw Greg so far off-kilter he found himself breathless by those dark eyes and smart mouth.
So when Ryan asked him out on a date, Greg could only nod and try to untangle his tongue.
2. Poison Ivy
Greg found it almost amusing as Ryan ran around his apartment, clawing at himself and screeching like a banshee. And he did laugh when Ryan ran straight into the wall, then just continued to yell and scramble around on the floor.
"Ah! I'm going to die! I've already scratched it, it's going to spread! I can already feel it eating my flesh! Where's the chamomile lotion? I need immune system vitamins! Who knows what could attack me with my immune systems down! Stop smiling and help me!"
Technically, this was Greg Sanders fault. He had shoved his lover earlier, and it just so happened Ryan had chosen to fall into a bush with poison ivy in it. It was Ryan's fault too, because the man just had to make a glib remark about the purple streaks in his hair. Greg stopped Ryan with a gentle smile and a firm hand, holding up a tube.
"Ry, babe…you're not going to die. Put this one it, I promise the rash will go away."
Ryan smiled gratefully at the doctor prescribed poison ivy medication, giving his lover a kiss before running off to the bathroom to apply it. Greg rolled his eyes fondly at the man's retreating back, Ran really was the most OCD person he had ever met. That didn't make him any less desirable, in fact…it made him positively adorable at times.
"Greg? I can't reach my back!"
Greg grinned, he wasn't about to tell Ryan he knew what those bushes had been.