Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 43 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Flack / Hawkes)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 43
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Don Flack / Sheldon Hawkes
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Summery: Six months later. Some things have changed, some things are exactly the same.
Sequel to Soaps R Us:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17) Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (NC-17) Chapter 5 (NC-17) Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 (NC-17) Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 (NC-17) Chapter 17 (NC-17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 (NC-17) Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 (NC-17) Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42
“Eric?”
“Yeah…”
“Take something out or close the door, you’ve been staring at it for two minutes.”
“Not that long… You ever get that feeling that the whole universe is plotting against you?”
“When I look into the fridge? No.”
“Seedless grapes. This has to be a sign.”
“They’re not for breakfast, close the door.” Ryan continued mixing the omelette batter and added some grated cheese. “And go brush your teeth, you still smell like vomit.”
“Eggs… there’s another sign.”
“I’m making breakfast. It’s food, not a shrine to your lost status as a potential breeding bull.”
“You know how to make it sound so… so… colourful…”
“Eric…” Ryan sighed and grabbed a mug from the cupboard. He filled it from the steaming coffeepot and handed it over to Eric’s shaky hands. “Drink that, go take a show, use all the mouthwash we have and then come back. I’ll have this ready by then.”
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“You know…” Hawkes started, stretching his hands above his head. “You had a point when you said late mornings can be fun…”
“I know…” Don turned to lay on his side, his hand rest on the other man’s hip.
“Kinda reminds me of college… I had this roommate, who turned out to be the only acceptable reason to skip morning classes…”
“But that we have a better bed.”
“Yeah…” Sheldon arched his back against the soft mattress, as if to emphasise his words. “The dorm beds were like rock gardens, they look fine but you don’t wanna sleep on it.”
“I know, it’s a lot better when you’re sleeping on top of someone.”
“Normally we ended up putting all pillows and covers on the floor and sleeping there.”
“How’s that more comfortable?”
“The beds creaked if you moved in your sleep, if we had done anything on them all the others would have heard.”
“Isn’t that one of the basic experiences of dorm living?” Don smirked. His fingers wandered over Sheldon’s ribs. “Enduring other peoples sound systems and listening to them get drunk every Friday night and make out on ever flat surface.”
“Yeah, but the whole noise destroys the mood. Creak, creak, creak.”
“Did you get a lot of action?”
“Besides my roommate? Not much. It’s kind of a kiss of death when you can’t take anyone to your room.”
“How long did it last? With the roommate?”
“It started two weeks after the semester started, and ended three months later. After that it was really awkward. You can’t exactly introduce a new guy to your ex and then ask the ex take make some room so we could get it on.”
“Why not? Just ask.”
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“Querido… you’re the best husband an infertile drunk can get…” Eric moaned between gulps from his coffee mug.
“That’s a compliment you don’t hear everyday.” Ryan stated. He split the rest of the omelette to their plates and sat down to eat. “Usually you’re a lot more cheerful drunk.”
“Usually I’m the kinda drunk who doesn’t drink to drown sorrows. Did I do something stupid?”
“Besides getting drunk when I was waiting for you? No. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Throwing up… and then you put me to bed. Did anything happen after that?”
“No, unless you count vomiting. I had to throw away your shoes.”
“My shoes?”
“Yeah, you had left them on the floor when you came in and when you got up from bed, you couldn’t find a bucket.”
“I threw up on my own shoes?”
“On your shoes, into your shoes… That pair was ruined beyond salvation.” Ryan stated and took a sip from his mug. “But that’s nowhere near as embarrassing as Warrick`s shoes story.”
“What’s that?”
“You haven’t heard about it? I heard that story from Greg, he said it happened in some award show after party, years ago.”
“I don’t remember anything about his shoes...”
“Well, there was some big network boss, who had his eye on Ronny-”
“Who?”
“Ronnie Lake, she used to work with Warrick in his old soap. Anyway, the creep got drunk and got grabby. Ronny made it clear she would re-adjust his nose if he doesn’t keep his hands in check.”
“Did it help?”
“Yeah, but the guy decided that if he can’t have the lady, he wants to drink champagne from her shoe.”
“I can already guess how that went…”
“She said she spend too much on her shoes to let him destroy them. Warrick was drunk enough to offer his own shoe as a substitute and the creep was drunk enough to accept.”
“Why do people do that?” Eric wondered. “That’s like rinsing your dirty socks in the coffeepot.”
“Yeah. But Warrick has big shoes, the poor guy almost suffocated trying to drink it all in his condition.” Ryan swallowed the last of his omelette and got up to collect the dishes.
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“I’m pretty sure that’s an unhealthy fixation.” Hawkes commented and glanced down. Don rested his head against the man’s belly and planted few more kisses on the scars going across the skin.
“I like to do this.” Don ran his finger carefully over one of the scars and Hawkes started giggling uncontrollably.
“Don’t do that!”
“Same reaction every time. You make it too funny to resist.”
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