Fic: Watcher, Chapter 6 (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko, NC-17)
Title: Watcher, Chapter 6
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Miami Main List
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Interlude Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
For the second time that day, Eric came out of his sleepy haze to find a warm heavy body pinning him to the mattress. He opened his eyes and looked up.
Ryan was sitting on his bent legs, his hands on Eric’s thighs. Eric’s slowly rebooting mind realised he wasn’t pinning him down. He was massaging the overworked muscles. Judging by the feel of it, the massage was sorely needed, and Eric let out a small whimper. Everything after he had arrived to Ryan’s apartment was still a hazy hurricane of limbs, kisses, firm strokes… Eric felt like slapping himself on the head when he made the connection. Of course his legs were sore after the way he had pulled them up to his chest to make room for Ryan and… His eyelids fell down again and cut down all rational thoughts.
Ryan’s fingers had travelled up his thighs and pushed them slightly apart. He ran his fingers across Eric’s entrance and Eric had to shiver. That part of his body was still too sensitive from their frantic encounter, and the fingertips caressing the sensitive skin was too much. Eric grabbed the headboard above his head and held on.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking about my mom.”
“That’s just sick.”
“You know what she used to do when I was a kid and it was my first day in school?” Ryan’s finger suddenly dived deeper. Eric could feel Ryan’s sticky release slowly dribbling out of him as the finger played with his well stretched opening. Ryan pulled back his finger and rolled the tip in the gooey river running down.
“She wrote my name in all my stuff.” Ryan crawled up Eric’s body till he was straddling the man’s hips. “I like to mark what’s mine.” He brought the sticky finger down on Eric’s left nipple and started writing slowly, making curly letters across his chest. The last letter of Wolfe ended right under the other nipple.
“I… I… I think I’ll be itchy as hell if I don’t take a shower soon.” Eric managed to gasp out. The idea of Wolfe marking him was doing wonders for his used body, and several parts of him were taking notice. “Can we…?”
“Take this to the shower?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure.” The now familiar predatory grin was ghosting on Wolfe’s lips once again. “Because it doesn’t matter if you’ll wash it away.” His fingers trailed the sticky letters that were beginning to dry on the skin. “It stays anyway.”
He got off the bed and grabbed Eric’s hand to pull him up. Eric’s legs were not exactly steady, but he managed to stagger the short trip to the bathroom. Ryan shoved him into the shower stall, so he could lean against the tile wall. Eric placed one hand on the wall for support and gave Ryan an expecting look.
Ryan leaned into the stall, took a sponge and a bottle of shower gel and handed them over to Eric.
“Wash yourself.”
“You’re not gonna…?”
“Not yet.” Ryan took a step back and prodded himself into a half sitting position on the edge of the sink. “Do it well.”
“And if I do?”
“There’s no if. You will.”
Eric nodded and poured some shower gel on the sponge. He held it under the spray of water and then brought it onto his skin, moving it slowly across his chest, trailing the invisible letters. A wide grin showed up on Ryan’s face, but he didn’t make a move to join Eric. He crossed his arms across his chest and followed the path of the sponge with his eyes.
Eric moved lower to scrub off the sticky remains that were turning slicker as the water slowly removed them. He took his time lathering up his front, then let the warm water roll down his body to wash away the foam. He looked up, but Ryan was still sitting in the same spot. His cock was hard, twitching with interest, but Ryan’s self-control seemed to be stronger than Eric’s. He didn’t take his eyes off Eric, observing every little slide of bubbles on the smooth skin.
The warmth of the water mixed with they physical exhaustion made Eric’s moves slightly sluggish. His body seemed to follow orders, but slowly. He turned around and placed one and on the wall, leaning heavily against it while he arched his back to meet the cascade of water. He added some more shower gel on the sponge and reached down the scrub his buttocks in slow motions. He let out a small moan when the sponge slid between his cheeks, tingling the sensitive entrance. Eric spread his legs wider and repeated the motion, enjoying the feel of tired and sated calmness, that was taking over his body once again.
Eric tilted his head to the side to see Ryan. The man had taken few steps closer and Eric sent him a pleading look, accompanied by a low whimper. The need for skin on skin contact was becoming almost a physical ache. He couldn’t understand how he had managed to avoid touching Ryan before all this, but now… he wanted it and he wasn’t above begging if it brought results.
“Please.” The word came out of his mouth on its own. It was low and husky, too weak to try to mask the desperateness behind it.
“Please what?” Ryan asked and stepped closer, his hard-on waving ahead of him. He still had his arms crossed, and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to relieve Eric’s distress.
“Please…” Eric couldn’t finish the sentence. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for, he just wanted Ryan closer. So close that he could really feel him.
“Please what?” Ryan repeated. “Please fuck me against the wall? I don’t think you’re up for that right now.” He stepped into the shower stall and uncrossed his arms, placing his hands on Eric’s shoulders. “You look like you’re gonna fall over. Maybe you’d be safer on your knees.”
The hands on his shoulders didn’t try to push him down, but Eric sank to his knees as gracefully as he could. Ryan hadn’t really said what he wanted, but the mischievous suggestion was enough for Eric. His hands snaked around Ryan to grab his butt and guide the man’s hard cock into his mouth. He didn’t waste time trying to show off every little trick he knew, he didn’t have the patience for that. He dived down, taking it all into his mouth, sucking and licking the thick shaft.
Ryan’s hands settled on the back of Eric’s head, gently stoking the short hair. Eric could feel his own cock sending him urgent signs, he was close to the edge and he hadn’t even touched himself. He relaxed his throat to take Ryan as deep as he could and his mind blacked out. He shot his load on the wet tile floor.
Ryan pulled him away and gave him a crooked grin.
“Wakey, wakey.”
“Hmmm?” Eric mumbled. The warm haze of his mind was wrapping him up like a warm blanket. He instinctively leaned closer to capture Ryan’s dick in his mouth again.
“You got any idea how hot you look right now?” Ryan’s hands returned to stoke his hair. “How hot you look in my bed after I’ve just fucked your brains out? You have any idea how long I’ve wanted to-” He paused and his body stilled. His orgasm washed over him and he flooded Eric’s mouth. Eric didn’t let go, he kept sucking on the fledging member, making sure he got everything Ryan was giving to him.
Ryan finally moved his hands to the man’s shoulders and gave them a little pat. The water was beginning to turn cold and he quickly turned it off.
“Come on, get up. Dinnertime.”
“Again?” Eric’s mouth curled into a lopsided grin.
“That doesn’t count.” Ryan helped him up and grabbed few towels from the rack. He gave one to Eric and started drying himself with the other.
Eric towelled himself dry and considered his next move, but his oversexed mind wasn’t making it too easy. He closed the small gap between them and pressed his lips against Ryan’s. His mind was ringing the alarm, but it was too late. Ryan had made all the initiatives, and Eric wasn’t sure how he would react to Eric’s gesture.
Ryan’s whole body seemed to still for a moment. Then he started kissing back, turning the quick unsure kiss into a lengthy, sated make-out session against the wall. Both men were too contended to even try anything more, they simply enjoyed the moist lips and the softness of the unhurried touches. Finally Ryan pulled his lips away and Eric moaned out his disappointment.
“Later. I was serious when I talked about dinner, I’m hungry.”
“But after dinner?”
“Yeah.” Ryan gave him one more assuring kiss. “After dinner.”
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