Fic: Addictive, Chapter 1/6 (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko, NC-17)
Title: Addictive, Chapter 1/6
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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It would ring soon, Ryan was sure of that. Soon the doorbell would ring.
He filled his empty mug from the coffee pot and leaned against the kitchen counter. He had told himself he should put an end to it right after it the first time, but somehow it kept happening over and over again.
Ryan would have blamed Eric for all of it, but he was aware that he had let the man keep going. He leaned down to rummage the cupboard under the sink and found the unopened bottle of vodka he had stashed there for emergencies. The whole scenario was twisted enough not to be solved with a completely clear head.
He took a sip from his spiked coffee and grimaced. The combination was revolting.
His mind went back to the his earlier thoughts. The idea of a clear head was almost too ridiculous to consider. If he could keep his head clear with Eric, they wouldn’t be in this situation.
The doorbell rang.
Ryan glanced at his watch. Ever since this pattern had started he had learned to estimate Eric’s date nights very accurately. Eric had mentioned at the lab that he would meet the girl at the restaurant. One hour for dinner, hour and a half, maybe two at her place and then he would show up at Ryan’s doorstep.
The doorbell rang again, this time several times in a row, sounding like a hyperactive toddler was pressing it. Ryan emptied his mug and took a deep breath. He went to the door and removed the safety chain.
“Open up, Wolfie!” Eric’s voice boomed through the door. “I can heeeeeeaar you!”
Ryan opened the door and took a quick look at the rumpled man.
“Let me make a guess. Your date didn’t want desert.”
“How did you know?”
“That normally takes ten extra minutes.”
“Whatever.” Eric breezed in and Ryan closed the door. “Eight, maybe eight and a half. Kinda saggy after I got her out of her top, those things can do wonders-”
“Delko.”
“You know what I mean. Women got two faces, one they show to men with make-up and all that, and then the real one they show when they’ve been face down in bed for a while, rubbing it all over the pillows and sheets. But she was pretty perky from the back, so she got some more points from that-”
“Delko.”
“I know what you’re gonna say, but I did pay for dinner-”
“Delko, shut up and listen!” Ryan raised his voice. “It’s not gonna happen again, so you can get out. It’s over.”
“Any idea how many times you’ve said that?” Eric smirked. He peeled away his shirt and dumped it on the floor. “Last time you said that I ended up naked on the kitchen counter.” He took a step closer and backed Ryan against the wall and pressed a wet kiss under the man’s earlobe. “Everyone has fun, so who does it harm?”
“Me.” Ryan swallowed down the lump in his throat. He tilted his neck against the talented lips. “It harms me.”
“Like hell it does… You love it.” Eric’s slid his hand under the hem of Ryan’s T-shirt and stroked the warm skin. “And you can protest all you want, but I don’t believe you.”
“I’m serious-” Ryan’s couldn’t finish his sentence. His words turned into a deep groan as Eric’s hand wandered down into Ryan’s sweatpants.
“Yeah, I can feel that.”
Eric sunk down to his knees and pulled Ryan’s pants down with him. Ryan’s half-hard cock bounced out, almost slapping Eric in the face.
“Yeah, you’re really serious.” Eric chuckled and run hand up and down the shaft. It hardened under his touch and Eric’s grin turned even wider. He licked the sensitive underside of the member, making Ryan’s head loll back against the wall.
Eric suckled slowly the head, moving on and sliding his lips down the heated skin. Ryan glared down at him, but he could feel his self-control giving in again. It always went the same way: He decided to put an end to it and Eric succeeded in dissolving his decision in minutes.
His hands curled around Eric’s head and held him still while his hips picked up a pace, thrusting into the wet mouth. Little whimpers escaped deep from Eric’s throat, and he looked up at Ryan. His usual smug look had turned into a teasing, victorious glance. Ryan grabbed Eric by the back of his head again, and pulled him away. In his mind he had already surrendered, and a small part of him kept saying there was no harm in one more time.
“Get up.”
Eric grinned and got up from the floor. He twirled around and walked to the bedroom door, while Ryan tried to look away. The loose limbed swagger was a dead giveaway of the man’s previous activities, even if he hadn’t so openly bragged about it. Eric stopped at the door, unzipped his jeans and glanced over his shoulder.
“I told you you’d change your mind.” He shimmed his jeans lower, till the waistband was just under his buttocks. He wiggled his butt and disappeared into the bedroom with a loud chuckle.
Ryan draw a deep breath. Stood still for a minute, trying to calm down the anger, that was bubbling just beneath the surface. Finally he stripped off his T-shirt and sweatpants, and followed Eric into the bedroom. The other man was laying on the bed, looking slightly offended by the wait.
“What took you so long?”
“Shut up, Delko.” Ryan went to the nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer. He poured some on his palm and dumped the bottle onto the bed. “I told you not to come here anymore.”
“Blaa blaa blaa…”
“”What did I tell you?” Ryan sat down on the bed between the man’s spread legs. He pressed his hand down against Eric’s mouth, effectively silencing any further comments. His other hand reached down to seek Eric’s entrance. “I told you to shut up.”
One finger entered the tight opening, then another. A warm wet tongue licked his palm and Eric gave him a teasing glance. In some ways the smug glance was even worse than words. Ryan’s fingers thrust deeper. The soft moaning under his palm told him how much Eric was enjoying the rough approach, but somehow it seemed to ease the frustration running through Ryan. He didn’t know who he was more frustrated with: Eric or himself.
Eric rocked his body against Ryan’s fingers, propping his feet on the man’s shoulders. Ryan pulled out of the stretched opening and picked up the bottle from the mattress. The urge to burn away the anger and frustration overrun the sensible side telling him to get a condom from the drawer. He pushed Eric’s legs up against the man’s chest and thrust in, sinking his lubed cock as deep as he could.
He covered Eric’s mouth again with his palm. The man was always loud, but Ryan was in no mood to listen to him. He pressed forward, licking Eric’s exposed neck, leaving a wet trail across heated skin. He had learned when to ignore Eric’s demands for attention, and that being manhandled turned him on more than anything his date of the night could offer. Ryan gritted his teeth, pounding into the man with a brutal rhythm.
Eric’s hands had reached up to grasp the headboard, holding on to his dear life and moaning silently against Ryan’s palm. His body tensed and he shot his load between their bodies.
Ryan finally removed his hand, looking down at the hazy, blissed-out eyes. The first time he had seen Eric come without even touching himself, it had shocked him. He hadn’t met anyone else, who would have come just from being nailed against the mattress, but he had soon grown accustomed to it. If he had been in a slightly better mood, he would have even considered it a turn-on.
He pushed inside once more, burying his face against Eric’s neck, and let his own climax take over. As soon as the last wave of pleasure subsided, he pulled out.
“Thanks, Wolfie.” Eric’s voice was foggy with sleep. He flopped around and pulled a pillow under his head, falling asleep almost immediately. Ryan had often wondered how Eric managed to stay awake long enough to leave his lady friend’s place without accidentally staying the night.
Ryan knew it would be practically impossible to wake him up, so instead he escaped to the bathroom. He set the water temperature of the shower and stepped under the spray. He enjoying the feel of cleansing and leaned heavily against the tile wall. The anger was gone, but the frustration was still simmering. He didn’t get out of the shower until the water started to turn cold.
The foggy mirror on the wall waited like a mute accusation. Ryan wrapped a towel around his waist and walked quickly out of the bathroom, not looking at his reflection. He walked back into the bedroom, where he was greeted with a soft snore.
Eric was sleeping face down, clutching a pillow like a baby would clutch his teddy bear. His legs were slightly bent, pushing his butt up and creating a graceful curve of his spine. Ryan’s eyes followed the line of his back down to the buttock. His cock twitched and he gave himself a slap on the head. He stroked himself and let his gaze wonder up and down the man’s bare body. Eric hummed lowly in his sleep and wiggled a bit.
That was the last straw. Ryan climbed onto the bed and pulled Eric’s legs apart. He sat down between them, holding the man`s legs apart with his own. In his sleepy state Eric seemed to sense his presence, pushing himself slightly against Ryan and sighing contentedly. Ryan placed his hands on Eric’s butt cheeks and spread them. He had failed to stick to his decision, so he might as well make the most of it.
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