Title: Some Like It Hot 2/

Author: theblackrose16

Beta: elsa_kallan

Summary: Vegas can be a dangerous place to wake up in especially when you have no memory of the night before and a brand new wedding ring on your finger.

Pairings: Harry/Greg, Hermione/Ron, no idea who else

Warnings: slash and there will be Ginny bashing further on. Some language and mature sex scenes…hmmm… I can't think of anything else at this point will let you know.

Word Count: 1, 956

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

AN: After some thought, this story takes place around the beginning of season seven of CSI: Las Vegas and Harry is going to be in his mid-twenties.

Some Like It Hot

Chapter 2

Both Harry and Greg decided that some coffee and a shower were in order before they did anything else or even attempted to make sense of and fix the mess that they had gotten themselves into. Harry also decided that he'd take some hangover potion and slip some to Greg in his coffee. They would need a clear head if they were going to have to have this conversation. He refused to think of Greg as his husband just yet. He already had a major headache from his hangover. Their coming conversation would be a lot better with them at least sober and hangover free.

Harry grabbed the shower in his en suite after showing the CSI to one of the guest bathrooms further down the hall.

Greg stood under the shower spray in the guest bathroom, allowing the warm water to somewhat loosen his tense muscles and tried his best to keep his mind clear and to not panic. He'd lived in Vegas for years. People always joked about getting drunk and waking up married the next morning, but never in a million years had he thought that it would really happen to him. He lived in Vegas for fuck's sake.

After their respective showers, the two made there way to the kitchen and each grabbed a large steaming mug of coffee that Harry had set to brew before his shower, and then settled themselves in the living room opposite each other. Greg spoke first hoping to get this conversation over with as soon as possible. It was already awkward enough, no need to add to it.

"Ummm… what are we going to do?"

Harry didn't even bother asking what Greg was referring to. He did appreciate Greg getting right to the point though. It was much easier than dancing around the topic of their sudden marriage.

"We had a quickie wedding, we get an even quicker divorce," he suggested.

Greg winced which didn't go unnoticed by Harry. He didn't know how he always got himself into these kinds of impossible situations and each time it just seemed to get worse and worse.

"We can't. The marriage laws have been changed in the hopes of discouraging so many quick marriages and divorces here in Vegas."

"What laws have been changed?" Harry asked, a million different scenarios running through his head.

"Anyone married in Vegas has to stay married for a minimum of thirty days before the couple can file for a divorce. Evidence must also be provided that the couple has made an attempt to live together, and make their marriage work for that period of time if they want to get divorced after a month; unless it can be proved that there are extenuating circumstances."

Harry's eyebrows rose in response to this new information. As unusual as the situation was, it was even weirder that the other man apparently knew the laws that well in regards to quickie weddings and divorces. Greg was probably a lawyer or something although he didn't look like any lawyer that Harry had seen before.

"Done this before have you?" Harry couldn't resist teasing.

Greg's answer was to splutter.

"No, no. We recently had a case where the wife shot her husband after being married for a week because she decided it was easier than having to try and live with him for a month because of the new laws. I'm a CSI."

Harry chuckled at the CSI's indignant response.

"So it looks like for the next month we're married and are going to have to live together. Where do you want to live?"

Greg blushed in embarrassment.

"I only have a small one bedroom flat. Living here in your house is probably going to be a better idea. It's also not in one of the best neighbourhoods but it was all I could afford."

"If the neighbourhood is that bad, maybe you should move in here until you can find a better place. We can go pack up all your things and move you into one of the guest rooms," Harry was quick to offer, his helping-people-thing that Hermione swore he had hardwired into him, kicking in.

"I couldn't do that," Greg argued, shaking his head.

"If it will make you feel better, you can help with buying the groceries and things," Harry offered, smiling at the look on Greg's face.

"Why would you be willing to do that?" Greg asked confused by Harry's generosity.

"To be honesty, I'm not really sure. Look, for better or worse we are married, at least for the next month. I just… I've always wanted to have a family of my own. My whole life I've never had things happen normally, so getting married the way we did simply fits in with the story of my life," Harry shrugged trying to downplay how much he actually wanted someone in his life.

Greg looked down at his hands folded in his lap. A family of his own sounded really nice. Sure he had Papa Olaf but it wasn't the same thing. To have someone belong to him and to belong to in return would be really nice.

"I… I'm willing to give this marriage a try if you are," Greg offered hesitantly deciding to jump in the deep end, not looking up to see Harry's reaction so he missed it when the raven haired man left his seat.

A hand tilted his chin up to reveal Harry crouching in front of him.

"Do you really mean it?" Harry queried softly.

"Yes, I want to try. What about you?" Greg asked hesitantly, still unsure of Harry's reaction.

"Me too. Like I said, I want a family of my own, so I'm willing to see if we can maybe make things work before we call it quits without even trying. We're already married so we need to get to know each other. A bit backwards but there you go. Story of my life."

The newly married couple shared soft smiles before Harry slowly leaned forward, brushing his lips against Greg's soft ones. A sigh escaped Greg and then his lips were captured in a firmer kiss, this one filled with promise of what was to come.

Harry pulled away and smirked at his lover, eyes glittering with mischief.

"You know, I don't remember our wedding night. I think it's highly unfair. One should always have those good memories."

Greg laughed.

"We'll just have to create new ones then won't we?"

They kissed again before Harry stood and held out his hand in invitation. Taking a deep breath, Greg placed his hand in Harry's outstretched one and allowed himself to be led back to the bedroom.

As Harry led Greg towards the bedroom, the CSI realized that although they were going incredibly fast, it didn't feel like a mistake. It had to be all or nothing so it stood to reason that if they wanted this marriage to work, then it would have to be as normal as possible and that included sleeping together. Not that that would be a hardship. Harry was gorgeous and it wasn't like they hadn't already slept together, and he really would like to remember what it felt like to be possessed by his dark angel-looking husband.

Once in the bedroom, Harry gently tugged Greg towards him.

"Are you sure?" he asked giving Greg one last chance to change his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Greg nodded and then pulled his shirt over his head in one swift move.

Harry gave him just enough time to drop the shirt to the floor before grabbing Greg and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Almost immediately his tongue swept into he young CSI's mouth. Tongues continued to duel whileclothes that had so recently been donned were shed all over the floor as the pair blindly made their way to the bed.

Feeling the bed hit the back of his legs; Harry swiftly turned and pushed Greg back to land on the mattress. Giving his new husband a predatory smile, the raven haired man sank to his knees between Greg's parted thighs.

Watching Greg's face for his reaction, Harry slowly ran his hands up and down his lover's thighs. Even slower, he unzipped his jeans, staring into his eyes the whole time.

Suddenly impatient, Greg shimmied out of his jeans, tugged Harry's shirt off and yanked his new husband towards him. The pair fell over onto the bed, laughing slightly.

Harry shifted, settling his jean clad legs between Greg's naked thighs. Greg ran his hands down Harry's muscled back to his denim-covered ass before squeezing.

"You know, I find this extremely unfair that you still have your pants on when I'm currently wearing nothing," he pouted.

Harry cocked his head looking down at his lover beneath him.

"You're right and I also think we need to doing something about you being able to think coherently don't you?"

Greg's breath caught at the absolutely wicked smile gracing Harry's lips. Before he even knew what was happening, the raven haired man had stripped and was once again making himself at home between Greg's open legs.

Harry leaned down slowly before capturing Greg's lips in a passionate siege. Almost immediately his lips swept inside his mouth to duel with the CSI's own tongue. Hands mapped out each other's bodies with fervor and a determination to please the other.

A finger circling his opening before steadily pushing in, intruded on Greg's haze of intense desire. He gasped as his body arched, accepting the intrusion. Harry renewed kissing him with vigor making him almost miss the second and third fingers that entered his body. A few thrusts later and Greg suddenly gasped as Harry curled his middle finger slightly grazing over his prostate.

"Harry," Greg moaned resulting in Harry pulling his fingers out. Greg moaned, this time in protest at the loss.

"Shhh…" Harry breathed fumbling for a condom and lube on the bedside table.

Quickly, he rolled on the condom, slicked up with lube before resuming position.

"Greg, look at me," Harry ordered.

Helpless to do nothing but obey, Greg opened his eyes to stare straight into sparkling emerald green ones as Harry steadily pushed in.

Once fully seated, Harry gave Greg time to adjust.

"You ok?"

"Uh huh, just give me a second," Greg whispered.

The raven haired man smiled down at his lover. He was propped on his elbows and pushed Greg's hair out of his face. Lowering his head he once again kissed Greg, this time it was soft and full of promise.

Greg arched his body slightly indicating he was ready for more. Teasingly, Harry pulled out before pushing back in. Both moaned at eh contact. Unable to contain himself any longer, Harry kissed Greg passionately, his tongue immediately slipping in to mimic his thrusts. A few more thrusts and Harry changed his angle eliciting a moan from his partner as Greg threw his head back in pleasure as his prostate was hit.

Harry grinned down at he picture Greg made, being sure to hit the same spot every time. Some the pleasure became too much for them and with a shout they both came as stars exploded behind their eyelids.

A few minutes later when Harry could move, he rolled over pulling Greg with him to curl up with his head on lying on his chest.

"Mmmm wow," Greg whispered drowsily.

Harry kissed his forehead as he tugged the blankets up to cover them. The pair drifted off to sleep. Harry's last thought was that just maybe they could find a way to make their marriage work.

TBC…