Fic: Masquerade, Chapter 12/12 (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko, NC-17)
Title: Masquerade, Chapter 12/12
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Miami Main List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (NC-17)
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 (NC-17)
Chapter 10 (NC-17)
Chapter 11
A small whimper erupted from Eric throat and he tried to press his lips together. He had long ago gotten over the fact that people on the other side of the locked door could hear him, but he didn’t want to give Ryan the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
Ryan paused mid-stroke and gave the man under him a mischievous glance.
“How long do you think you’ll last this time?”
Eric didn’t want to take any chances and squeezed his mouth shut.
“You know… there’s two reasons why you can’t succeed.” Ryan thrusted in again, aiming for Eric’s sweet spot with immaculate accuracy. “First of all, I’m just too good.”
The groan crawling up his throat make Eric grasp headboard of the bed.
“And second… you don’t have enough self-control.”
A sneaky twist of his hips turned out to be the last straw. Eric threw his head back and screamed. He closed his eyes, but another picture of a man in a black mask haunted him, temporarily replacing the man pounding into him. Scenes from their previous encounter at the club echoed in the back of his mind.
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“Having fun?”
“I… I haven’t slept that well…” Eric tried to rub the remains of sleep from the corners of his eyes. “I did what you told me.”
“I can see that.” The man leaned over Eric’s body, pinning him to the mattress.
“You got a name? That Chad guy didn’t say.”
“You got any preferences?” He picked one of the glasses from the nightstand and took a little sip. “How bout… Rob? I’ve always liked Rob.”
“You’re not gonna tell me?”
“That would kill the fun… officer.”
“You know me, don’t you?” Eric stared at him with his mouth open. “Who are you?”
“There’s a puzzle for you.” The man chuckled and placed his glass back on the nightstand. “You’re not going to anywhere tomorrow?”
“No …”
“Good. Because I’ll make you scream so loud, you’ll be hoarse in the morning.”
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“I’m… I’m… I’m gonna…”
“No, you don’t.” Ryan grabbed Eric’s and squeezed the base, cutting his approaching climax. “Not yet.”
“Come on!”
“You know what happens when you argue with me.”
“Why do you think I argue?” Eric exclaimed. “Do something!”
“Turn around.” Ryan pulled out, waiting for the man to obey.
“I can’t…” Eric tried to move, but his limbs felt like Jell-O. He wriggled himself like a beached whale, unable to move. The mental image made him giggle uncontrollable. “Just let me come or call animal activists to roll me back into the ocean…”
“How many activists do you need to roll a Delko back into the ocean?”
“I don’t know, but it can be really dangerous if it doesn’t get away from dry land…” Eric groaned. Everything below his shoulders seemed to have taken a temporary vacation from obeying his brain. “It can dehydrate or collapse under it’s own weight or drown when the high tide covers its blowhole and-”
“Eric.” Ryan placed a pillow in the middle of the bed and rolled Eric over to his belly, so that his hips were elevated. “Whales don’t talk.”
Eric buried his face into another pillow, as Ryan spread his cheeks and slid inside again.
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“Keep them on.” The man instructed.
Eric pulled his hands back from the waistband of his briefs. Instead he sunk down to his knees and gave the man a questioning look.
“Go ahead.”
Eric pulled the man’s black boxers down and observed the cock bouncing in front of his face. He wrapped his palm around the thick shaft and gave it few light strokes. The man grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him closer, pressing his cock against Eric’s lips.
“Open wide.”
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Ryan’s fingers sunk into the soft flesh of Eric’s buttocks, leaving a row of five marks on each cheek. His thrusts were getting quicker, less controlled. Eric’s cock was enjoying the friction it was getting between his belly and the mattress under him. He flooded the sheets, twitching for a moment, but even that didn’t bring his limbs back to life. His entire body moved in the rhythm of Ryan’s thrust, bouncing like a ragdoll.
A low growl told him Ryan was getting close to the edge. He buried himself completely inside Eric and paused. His body stilled and he came, his fingers clasping Eric’s hips.
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“Hands on the headboard.”
Eric braced his hands on the headboard and twisted his head to see the man behind him. The masked man pulled of Eric’s briefs slowly, letting the small sequin letters scrape the skin of his thighs. Eric lifted his knees to help him and the man pulled the piece of clothing off.
“Spread your legs.”
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“You still want to go back to the ocean?” Ryan chuckled and nuzzled against the sweaty skin of Eric’s back.
“If this gets any better, you’ll kill me…”
“Me? I thought you said you’d drown when the tide covers your blowhole.”
“Don’t make it sound dirty, lew double entendres and dirty talk are my thing.”
“Yeah, but apparently sex makes you loose your one true skill.”
“Only temporarily…” Eric giggled and turned around to lay on his back. His fingers wandered across the surface of Ryan’s black mask. “Last time we were here I almost pulled off your mask…”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I thought you wouldn’t come back if I did.”
“You didn’t know who I was, but you didn’t want to take the risk?” Ryan summarised. “You can do that now if you want.”
“Really?”
Ryan nodded. Eric reached behind his back to untie the knot and pulled off the black satin.
“My turn.” Ryan didn’t bother to untie Eric’s mask, he simply pulled it away from his face and over his head. He placed a kiss on the man’s lips, climbing on top of him, pressing their sweaty bodies together. Eric grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.
Neither one of them noticed how the black and purple satin masks fell quietly off the edge of the bed.