-1Lose My Breath

Ryan walked out of the lab into the humid heat of the Miami air, a great difference from the artificial cool atmosphere of the lab. He felt a bead of sweat forming on his temple and quickly wiped it away with the cuff of his sleeve.

He started complaining about the heat in his mind of course, and walked down the stairs. He was so engrossed in his little argument over the heat and effects of sun that he didn't notice Greg until he was being lifted up by waist.

"HEY!" He was about to bop whoever it was on the head until he looked down and saw the dirty blonde hair with odd highlights and grinned.

"Hey," Greg grinned back as he set Ryan down in front of him, "What's up?"

"Well, now that you're here..."

"You've been hanging around me too long," Greg laughed, throwing an arm around Ryan's shoulders, and led them to his car

Ryan grinned and leaned into Greg; surprisingly, this made him feel better, not hotter. "And that's a bad thing?"

"Only if you think so,” Greg smirked and pushed Ryan against his car, keeping him there with his hips.

“Is this appropriate behavior, Mr. Sanders?” Ryan teased, his hands playing with Greg’s collar, “We’re still on the police department’s property, y’know.”

“Well then, slap some ‘cuffs on me because I can’t resist this,” He smirked and kissed Ryan; Ryan complied happily, encouraged it even; what else would you call his hands gripping Greg’s hair and pulling him closer?

When they pulled apart, Ryan was breathless and Greg was grinning. It was a habit that Ryan’s heart always sped up and his breathing stopped when Greg kissed him.

“Keep it in your pants, Wolfe!” Someone called out from behind Greg and Ryan blushed redder than the stripes on the American flag; he knew exactly who that was… Eric Delko.

He looked over Greg’s shoulder and saw the smug look on Eric’s face and something else in his eyes that Ryan couldn’t place. He was leaning against a tree, looking like he was the best looking man in the city and he knew it, but he wasn’t to Ryan… not anymore.

Ryan smiled over at him and shook his head.

“You know that guy?” Greg asked, looking back at Eric.

“Yeah, he’s a friend, he’s just pushing my buttons,” Ryan explained, “How about we go home, huh?”

“Oh, right,” Greg laughed and unlocked the door for Ryan, then opened it. “You always make me do that.”

Ryan chuckled and took his seat, “Do what, exactly?” He asked as Greg sat down and closed his door.

“Lose my common sense,” Greg smiled at him and started the car.

Ryan grinned and leaned back in his seat, turning his head to stare out the window. He saw Eric eying him with something written on his face that Ryan couldn’t explain. There was envy, jealousy, sadness, happiness… such a mixture that Ryan couldn’t choose just one word so he just looked away.

His eyes wandered to the sky and his thoughts to Greg. He’d been here for nearly a month and Ryan still couldn’t believe it; no more long distance phone calls, scarce visits, or e-mails, Greg was here, with him.

He could kiss him everyday, he laid in his arms every night, and everything was perfect. His kisses grew better and only made Ryan melt more than ever before; he accepted Ryan’s OCD and even helped him with it; he went with Ryan like sand went with the beach and rocks went with mountains; Greg was made to be with Ryan and Ryan, with Greg.

Looking over at Greg, Ryan smiled and reached out to hold the hand that was currently fiddling with the radio.

“There’s nothing good on,” Greg whined, pouting because he couldn’t play with the radio anymore.

“Watch the road,” Ryan rolled his eyes and looked for a station that Greg would like; he ended up just turning it off. There was nothing good on. “No music, so I’ll just enjoy the scenery,” Ryan smirked and turned in his seat so he could have a better view of Greg.

“Ry, you live here,” Greg rolled his eyes and looked at Ryan, only to see him staring back, “Oh, me.”

“That‘s right; I don’t need music, you’ll keep me entertained.”

“But what about me?”

“We’ll work on that later.”