but I'm your brat (FRT, Eternal_Flyers)
Title: but I’m your Brat
Author: Raven_Mcbain
Rating: FRT
Show: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Eric Delko / Tim Speedle
Characters: Speed, Eric, Calleigh
Content Warning: slash, public displays, voyeurism
Spoilers: none
Prompt: unprofessional
Summary: Eric was doing this for Speed’s own good, if Speed didn’t take a break soon then he was going to collapse and Eric couldn’t have that. So what if it could possibly lose them both their jobs, it would be worth it.
Authors Notes: This is one of my prompts from my challenge. I must admit that I don’t think I’m very good at this type of fic, so please be somewhat kind.
The great thing about Miami is that there is always something to do, never a lull in the action, “Miami never closed” which was great, unless you were a very haggard trace expert who had been working for three days straight, only stopping to briefly fall unconscious after being ordered home for at least a few hours. Speed didn’t need much sleep, a healthy trait for a workaholic insomniac but he was close to cracking and his partner had to do something about it.
Speed had his headphones on and was focusing on the trace that they had found in the victims hair. He had been puzzling over this same substance for almost an hour and he still had not figured it out. Speed was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn’t even notice that Eric had entered the lab behind him.
Speed almost jumped five feet when a pair of hands began kneading his shoulders, he tried resisting, but he knew those hands and he knew full well what they were capable of. At first he was able to continue his work as his lover attempted to massage out the knots and stiffness in Speed’s poor abused muscles. However after awhile the touch turned from simply relaxing him to enticing him. He knew he should pull away, especially when the hands started going lower down his body and a mouth attached to his neck; they were at work not the privacy of their bedroom, but he could never resist his lover.
Eric knew that it was working, when he felt Speed relax then arch against him. His other half had been edgy and irritable lately, with no time for sleep or any other kind of relaxing activities, so Eric had finally decided on this. He knew that he shouldn’t do this at work but Speed had left him no choice, the man was falling apart. He was going a little nuts himself with only his hand for companionship; so here he was, pressed up against his lover, in their place of work, knowing full well that if caught he would be murdered and probably lose his job. That was why he had waited till the building was almost abandoned to try this, and once he got Sped relaxed enough, he could pull him out of the trace lab and into a storage cupboard or something. All he needed was a little more time
“Mmhmm!” Both men froze at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. “Ya know as hot as you boys are, I think you should probably take this somewhere a lil bit more private.” They turned around to see a smirking Calleigh Duquesne leaning against the doorframe behind them.
Speed groaned, grabbed Eric and pulled him out of the lab, and as they passed Cal she heard him muttering something about killing Eric, and why did ha have to be such a brat. Eric’s response, however, she heard pretty clearly, “I may be a brat, but I’m your brat”. She laughed, then began plotting to attempt to follow them to the nearest storage closet.