A Question of Sex, CSI x CSI: Miami, Greg/Ryan
Title: A Question of Sex
Pairing: Greg/Ryan, mentions of Calleigh/Valera
Rating: M
Disclaimer: disclaimed.
Summary: Sex without penetration? Really, there's only one person to ask.
It was just sex. Well, okay, no it wasn’t, because there was no penetration. At least that’s what Greg kept telling himself. And Ryan, when he chose to argue, which was rare, because they were usually too busy getting off on each other to argue.
It was all skin to skin, lubricated by sweat, and short gasps and grunts echoing in the air around them, muscles straining with movement, hands grasping and grinding. But no penetration. They didn’t even kiss. At least, not purposefully. Occasionally, if they shifted just right, it would be enough for lips to brush, but it didn’t happen often.
It didn’t take long for Greg to realize Ryan had a thing for his nipples. A soft pat on his chest, a grab for the evidence that Greg teasingly pressed against himself - even through his clothes, he felt Ryan’s nails against his skin. And when they were naked and sliding together…
Well, it was enough to say that the mornings after… his nipples were usually bruised from all the attention they garnered, not that he minded. In fact, he rather liked it, almost as much as he liked to tease Ryan, brushing against him even when there was plenty of room around. Maybe he had a nipple fetish of his own…
It had started when they were drunk, arguing over the correct lyrics Greg had long since forgot, and had somehow escalated into mindless rutting beneath the coffee table. Neither spoke of it the next day, and a month later they were doing it again. And again, until they figured out that they didn’t have to drink to not have sex. Or whatever it was they were doing.
Ryan insisted it was sex. Greg argued that it wasn’t.
“A sexual act between two people is still sex, Greg.”
“There’s no penetration, therefore not sex, Ryan.”
“Greg, c’mon.”
“It’s not sex.”
“Whoa.” Which was about the time Eric chose to walk in. “What do I not want to know?”
Ryan huffed. “Greg here seems to think that if there’s no penetration, sex isn’t sex.”
“And it’s not,” Greg said finally, setting his stance as firmly as his answer, hip propped against the break room table with his arms crossed defiantly. “That’s like saying masturbation is sex.”
Ryan looked confused. “Isn’t it?”
Eric laughed nervously, like he wasn’t sure he really wanted to be present for that conversation. “No. That’s why they call it masturbation, because it only takes one person. It’s a solo act.”
“So two people would make it sex, right?”
Eric shook his head and shrugged. “No, then it’d just be… mutual masturbation or something.”
Greg smiled dangerously. “See? Not sex.”
Eric rubbed his temples. “I know I’m going to regret asking this later, but… what exactly are you two arguing about?”
“Sex without penetration,” Ryan supplied helpfully.
“Which isn’t sex,” Greg argued.
“Then what the hell is it?” Ryan finally exploded.
For once, Greg seemed without answer.
Eric held up his hand, his smile brightening the gloom ghosting over his teammates. “I have an idea. Why don’t you go ask the expert?” They blinked blankly at him, like he was suggesting something beyond their realm of imagining. Actually, he probably was. “Valera?”
“Oh,” Ryan nodded like he’d known all along before furrowing his brows. “What? Valera?”
Valera only seemed too happy to listen to their problems as the three of them filed into her lab, laughing as they started the argument over from the beginning. She smiled as they looked to her for an answer.
“Frottage,” she answered simply.
“What?” She wasn’t sure who asked, but all three were staring at her blankly.
“Um, basically you just rub together to get off.” Then she turned an accusing eye on Greg. “Shouldn’t you know this already?”
He shrugged innocently, looking helpless. “I don’t know about tame sex stuff. I know about bondage and leather and liquid latex.”
“You’re incorrigible,” Ryan mumbled, hiding his blushing face in his hands.
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
Eric laughed until Valera turned on him. “I know you know. You do it every night you go out.”
“What?” He did not just squeak. “I do not!”
Valera grinned. “Of course you do, when you dance. Calleigh and I do it too, when we go out together. It doesn’t mean you actually have to get off, but the options usually available.”
Eric eyed her. “You and Calleigh?”
“Really?” Greg drawled, following Eric’s lead.
Ryan sighed. “Am I the only man in this building not drawn in by feminine wiles?” he asked, staring directly at Greg. It promised nothing good to come.
Greg cleared his throat awkwardly. “Right. Shift’s almost up. What do you say we go move past the no-sex-frottage-stage. I was thinking oral?”
Ryan rolled his eyes, following Greg out of the lab and into the elevators.
Valera chuckled. “I hope he’s not in trouble.”
Eric, it seemed, wasn’t quite as easy to distract. “So, you and Calleigh, huh?”