A/N: Usual disclaimer, though this chapter does feature a pequeño amount of smut, tempered, of course, by some humor. Regardless…

"Here we go we're at the beginning

We haven't fucked yet but my head's spinning"

Greg deepened the kiss, putting one hand behind Ryan's head and holding him close. His mouth moved from Ryan's lips, dropping to his neck. Ryan stifled a moan as Greg's hands slowly slid under his shirt. He moaned louder as he felt Greg tugging his shirt off. He eagerly helped, raising his arms obediently above his head as Greg guided the t-shirt over them. He then reached to assist Greg with his own shirt, but Greg stopped him. "Wait."

Ryan frowned. "Greg, what…?" he asked, brow furrowed. Greg took a deep breath and took his shirt off slowly. His pale skin seemed taut with tension against his subtle muscles, and he turned, revealing his back to Ryan. Ryan couldn't help but gasp as he saw the smooth skin marred by a maze of scars stretching from shoulder to hip.

"I wanted to make sure you still wanted to," said Greg flatly, not looking at Ryan. "Even after you saw my back."

Fingers trembling slightly, Ryan reached out and ran them over the scars. He leaned over and laid a chaste kiss on the pinnacle of Greg's scars, trailing downward and kissing every inch of scarred flesh. When he had finished, he raised his head and kissed Greg on the mouth, hard. "How could I not want to?" he whispered. "You're beautiful."

Greg looked over at him and kissed him, fiercely and deeply. He pushed Ryan back onto the bed with one hand while unzipping his jeans with the other. He left them on the ground as he climbed on top of Ryan, kissing him again and helping him with his jeans.

His kissed him once more and moaned softly as Ryan's hand slid past the waistband of his boxers. "Where…condoms?" he groaned through his mounting pleasure.

"My bag," replied Ryan, reaching up to kiss Greg.

"Which one?" asked Greg, a mischievous smile glinting in his eyes.

Ryan narrowed his eyes and glared at Greg, but he was smiling. "The small one, near the door." Greg nodded and hopped off the bed, padding over to the bag.

Ryan leaned back against the pillow and grinned. This was it. There was no going back now.

A sudden howl of laughter brought Ryan from his reverie. He sat up, frowning. "What the hell is so funny?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Greg.

Greg at on the floor, cracking up, the small toiletries bag sitting next to him on the ground. "Ryan," he gasped, almost unable to talk through his laughter, "tell me this is not what I think it is."

"What?" asked Ryan defensively.

"Ryan, you have your condoms in alphabetical order according to brand and then in increasing order by size!" exclaimed Greg. His eyes widened. "And you even have them separated by plain and ribbed!"

"So?" said Ryan, raising an eyebrow even as he blushed from embarrassment.

"So nothing," said Greg with a shrug. "I just think it's funny, that's all." He paused, then added softly, "And it's cute."

Ryan rolled his eyes and flushed even more. "Just get a condom and get over here, would you?"

Greg grinned and stooped to get one, then paused. "You know something? I don't think I'm in the mood anymore."

Ryan groaned loudly, then he paused as well. "Actually, I'm not in the mood either." He paused again, then started cracking up. "Wow, Sanders, way to kill the mood!"

Greg pouted for half a second before laughing. "Sorry I'm just a mood-killer," he said jokingly, crossing back over to the bed and sitting on it, mock-dejectedly.

"It's not your fault," said Ryan soothingly. He paused, then said quietly, "If anything, it's more my fault."

Greg kissed him lightly. "It's not your fault, I promise," he said gently. He lay back on the bed, pulling Ryan down with him. "Let's just lay here awhile, alright?"

"Aw, are you proposing we spoon?" asked Ryan in a sickly sweet voice.

"Maybe," said Greg, smiling.

Ryan grinned and snuggled against Greg. "I suppose I can settle for that," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Greg's wait and laying his head against on Greg's chest.

Greg smiled and kissed the top of Ryan's head before laying his head against the pillow and closing his eyes.

"Wait, so your mom told you what 69-ing was by demonstrating with a fork and spoon!" exclaimed Ryan through his laughter.

Greg grinned, blushing almost scarlet. "I was 10!" he protested. "I wanted to know what it was, so she explained it the best she could!"

"Yeah, but a fork and a spoon?" choked Ryan, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. He and Greg sat on the couch, drinking coffee and sharing funny and embarrassing stories from their childhoods.

"I'm sure you had a mortifying sex talk, too," said Greg sulkily. "Somewhere along the line."

Ryan's smile faltered slightly. "Yeah, how 'bout when I told my parents I was gay? That was pretty much the hardest thing I've had to do, ever. Not to mention the fact that my dad pretty much disowned me after that."

"I'm sorry," said Greg quietly, reaching out and taking his hand. "When did you tell them?"

"I was fifteen," said Ryan quietly. He paused, then asked, "Are you going to tell your parents? Will they freak?"

"Will they freak?" repeated Greg incredulously. "Hell no! I lived in San Francisco most of my life. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can freak my parents out anymore." He paused, then said gently, "And of course I'm going to tell them. You're probably the best thing that's ever happened to me." Ryan grinned and leaned in to kiss him. Greg kissed him back, then whispered, "You know something? I'm in the mood again."

Ryan looked back up at him and grinned even wider. "My conversational skills turning you on, Sanders?"

Greg's eyes seemed to darken as he looked down at Ryan. "No," he whispered, hot breath tickling Ryan's ear, "but you turn me on."

Ryan chuckled softly and kissed him gently. "Are you going to get a condom this time or will something else incite your ADD brain into uproarious laughter?"

Greg grinned evilly and pulled a condom from under the couch cushion. "I already have one."

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" asked Ryan breathlessly, heart pounding.

Greg smirked at him. "For you to get your ass off the couch and come with me to the bedroom." Ryan grinned and hurried after Greg, pausing only to shut the door to the bedroom after him.

A/N: Ok, the 69-ing story? Yeah, that's true. Except it wasn't my mom who showed me that, it was my crazy Scottish friend. Either way.