[fic] Evasive Maneuvers | CSI: Miami | Eric/Ryan
Title: Evasive Maneuvers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,065
Fandom/Claim: CSI: Miami
Characters: Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe
Prompt: Table 7 - Fluff
07. Blush
Warnings/Spoilers: Just something Ryan once said in ‘Nailed’, defiantly one of my more favorite quotes…
Disclaimer: These boys ain't mine...you'd know if they were *smirk
A/N: The third installment. This bunny went further than I ever expected it to o.O But since everyone seems to like it, I don’t mind so much *grin*
I don’t think I’ve ever written so much in one day, but you guys are just spurring me on! I love all the comments, thanks so much! This is defiantly the way I want to spend my vacation.
Part 1: Let Me Be
Part 2: Touché
“Hey Ry,” Calleigh greeted in her usual cheery tone. The visit from the man was unexpected, but pleasant none the less.
“Hey Calleigh.” Ryan returned the cheer with a smile. He joined her behind the table she was working at, looking down at the bullets and guns strewn about.
“Let me guess, you need something?”
“Anything,” Ryan sighed, “This is going no where.”
“Well I’ve got about the same amount as you do.” Calleigh said with sad smile, “Perhaps we should head back to the crime scene.”
“I was just about to do that…”
The two glanced up to find Eric standing in the doorway. He leaned lightly on the frame and smiled a smile Calleigh recognized right away.
Eric was being flirtatious.
“You wanna come with me Wolfe?’
Eric was being flirtatious with Ryan.
Calleigh had to swallow to keep her giggle in check. After weeks of trying to get the truth out of Ryan, she had it.
What surprised her was the fact that Ryan had stopped caring.
“Sure, why not.”
Calleigh looked between the two. There was something going on here, and it seemed they were just realizing it themselves. She had half a mind to offer to go along as well, just to see how it all unfolded, though she knew her presence wouldn’t be welcome.
But hell, she was a CSI, and a damned good one. She’d know the whole story by clock-out.
Ryan shrugged out of his lab coat as he headed towards the door, not caring that it would be sitting in ballistics and not trace like it belonged.
Eric turned and led the younger man down the hall. Each remained silent, though they both wore equally smug grins.
“You want to drive?” Eric asked as they approached the Hummer. Ryan shrugged, really caring less either way.
Eric shrugged in return and decided he wanted to drive. Ryan skirted around the front of the vehicle and got in the passenger side as Eric started the engine.
“So…” Eric started once they were on the road, “You use OCD as an excuse often?”
“What?”
“My collar. It wasn’t out of place to begin with.”
“It was,” Ryan said, though he couldn’t stop the grin that plastered itself on his lips. He turned to look out the window to hide the look from Eric.
Eric knew he’d caught Ryan and opened his mouth to speak again when Ryan interrupted him.
“You grab blank pieces of paper as an excuse often?”
“What?”
Ryan looked back at Eric, trying not to laugh.
“The paper, it was blank. You used it as an excuse to get closer to me.”
“I did not!” Eric said indignantly, though he couldn’t stop the chuckle that followed.
“You so did.”
“Well, so what if I did, I don’t see you really complaining…”
Ryan blushed at the comment. He looked out the window again and Eric’s grin grew more mischievous.
Ryan struggled to regain his composure. Eric wasn’t going to win. He looked back.
“I noticed you seemed to be expecting…something…when I straightened your collar.”
“It didn’t need straightening,” Eric replied, feeling the colour build up in his cheeks now.
“Doesn’t matter, you thought I was going to ---”
“I didn’t think anything.”
“Of course not.”
Ryan smirked and went back to looking out the window. He could hear Eric shift uncomfortably in his seat as they drove along in silence.
Eric was struggling for a come back, but he knew Ryan had him.
They arrived at the crime scene not too long after. Ryan was still smirking and Eric was still grasping for something to say.
Ryan couldn’t win this, he was supposed to be the one in charge.
He could only see one solution to the problem.
As Ryan grabbed his kit from the back, Eric hung back and just watched him. He had to time it perfectly.
“You coming or do I have to do all the work?” Ryan called to Eric as he stood in the doorway of the house that was their crime scene.
“Yeah, I’m coming, hold on.”
Eric grabbed his kit as well and followed Ryan into the house.
“So, what rooms are we looking in?”
“Master bedroom, living room, kitchen.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“What about the other rooms?”
“There was no blood…oh.”
“Yeah, oh. No wonder why we don’t have anything,” Eric sighed. He headed up the stairs and turned into the first bedroom. Ryan was following right behind him.
“Teenagers,” Ryan sneered as he looked around. Posters of bands and naked women littered the walls, and the floor was basically non-existent, cluttered over with clothes and garbage.
“Oh god…” he groaned, bending down and picking up a used condom with the end of one of the pens that had been residing in his pocket.
“What, you never…”
“Not…this…this is disgusting Eric!” Ryan said, dropping the condom and standing back up.
“But you’ll push aside the dinner plates to get some?”
Ryan blushed again and left the room. Eric followed him as they headed down the hall to the sister’s bedroom.
“That’s what you said to Cal, isn’t it?”
“What does it matter?”
“Would you push them aside for me?” Eric asked, grabbing Ryan’s wrist and turning him so they were face to face.
“Don’t quite know if you’re worth it…” Ryan muttered softly with an undertone of snark.
“Oh, I’m worth it,” Eric said, his voice dropping as well.
“You’d say that.”
Eric let his kit drop to the floor so he could take Ryan’s face in his hands with a gentle firmness and brushed his lips over Ryan’s.
Ryan blinked a few times before letting his lids come to a rest, leaning into the kiss, pushing it deeper. Eric grinned slightly as Ryan parted his lips with a sigh to give Eric free reign.
Eric’s tongue explored the new territory greedily, claiming each spot he discovered within the warm cavern.
Ryan cupped the back of Eric’s head and neck in his own hands, pulling him, if possible, closer. They stumbled backwards and out of the room. Ryan’s back hit the wall of the hallway, but he didn’t care. Eric was kissing him.
Eventually they had to part, each panting for breath, light-headed and holding each other in a possessive manner.
“So…?”
“Yeah,” Ryan breathed, “I’d push them aside for you.”
Eric grinned and kissed Ryan again.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,065
Fandom/Claim: CSI: Miami
Characters: Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe
Prompt: Table 7 - Fluff
07. Blush
Warnings/Spoilers: Just something Ryan once said in ‘Nailed’, defiantly one of my more favorite quotes…
Disclaimer: These boys ain't mine...you'd know if they were *smirk
A/N: The third installment. This bunny went further than I ever expected it to o.O But since everyone seems to like it, I don’t mind so much *grin*
I don’t think I’ve ever written so much in one day, but you guys are just spurring me on! I love all the comments, thanks so much! This is defiantly the way I want to spend my vacation.
Part 1: Let Me Be
Part 2: Touché
“Hey Ry,” Calleigh greeted in her usual cheery tone. The visit from the man was unexpected, but pleasant none the less.
“Hey Calleigh.” Ryan returned the cheer with a smile. He joined her behind the table she was working at, looking down at the bullets and guns strewn about.
“Let me guess, you need something?”
“Anything,” Ryan sighed, “This is going no where.”
“Well I’ve got about the same amount as you do.” Calleigh said with sad smile, “Perhaps we should head back to the crime scene.”
“I was just about to do that…”
The two glanced up to find Eric standing in the doorway. He leaned lightly on the frame and smiled a smile Calleigh recognized right away.
Eric was being flirtatious.
“You wanna come with me Wolfe?’
Eric was being flirtatious with Ryan.
Calleigh had to swallow to keep her giggle in check. After weeks of trying to get the truth out of Ryan, she had it.
What surprised her was the fact that Ryan had stopped caring.
“Sure, why not.”
Calleigh looked between the two. There was something going on here, and it seemed they were just realizing it themselves. She had half a mind to offer to go along as well, just to see how it all unfolded, though she knew her presence wouldn’t be welcome.
But hell, she was a CSI, and a damned good one. She’d know the whole story by clock-out.
Ryan shrugged out of his lab coat as he headed towards the door, not caring that it would be sitting in ballistics and not trace like it belonged.
Eric turned and led the younger man down the hall. Each remained silent, though they both wore equally smug grins.
“You want to drive?” Eric asked as they approached the Hummer. Ryan shrugged, really caring less either way.
Eric shrugged in return and decided he wanted to drive. Ryan skirted around the front of the vehicle and got in the passenger side as Eric started the engine.
“So…” Eric started once they were on the road, “You use OCD as an excuse often?”
“What?”
“My collar. It wasn’t out of place to begin with.”
“It was,” Ryan said, though he couldn’t stop the grin that plastered itself on his lips. He turned to look out the window to hide the look from Eric.
Eric knew he’d caught Ryan and opened his mouth to speak again when Ryan interrupted him.
“You grab blank pieces of paper as an excuse often?”
“What?”
Ryan looked back at Eric, trying not to laugh.
“The paper, it was blank. You used it as an excuse to get closer to me.”
“I did not!” Eric said indignantly, though he couldn’t stop the chuckle that followed.
“You so did.”
“Well, so what if I did, I don’t see you really complaining…”
Ryan blushed at the comment. He looked out the window again and Eric’s grin grew more mischievous.
Ryan struggled to regain his composure. Eric wasn’t going to win. He looked back.
“I noticed you seemed to be expecting…something…when I straightened your collar.”
“It didn’t need straightening,” Eric replied, feeling the colour build up in his cheeks now.
“Doesn’t matter, you thought I was going to ---”
“I didn’t think anything.”
“Of course not.”
Ryan smirked and went back to looking out the window. He could hear Eric shift uncomfortably in his seat as they drove along in silence.
Eric was struggling for a come back, but he knew Ryan had him.
They arrived at the crime scene not too long after. Ryan was still smirking and Eric was still grasping for something to say.
Ryan couldn’t win this, he was supposed to be the one in charge.
He could only see one solution to the problem.
As Ryan grabbed his kit from the back, Eric hung back and just watched him. He had to time it perfectly.
“You coming or do I have to do all the work?” Ryan called to Eric as he stood in the doorway of the house that was their crime scene.
“Yeah, I’m coming, hold on.”
Eric grabbed his kit as well and followed Ryan into the house.
“So, what rooms are we looking in?”
“Master bedroom, living room, kitchen.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“What about the other rooms?”
“There was no blood…oh.”
“Yeah, oh. No wonder why we don’t have anything,” Eric sighed. He headed up the stairs and turned into the first bedroom. Ryan was following right behind him.
“Teenagers,” Ryan sneered as he looked around. Posters of bands and naked women littered the walls, and the floor was basically non-existent, cluttered over with clothes and garbage.
“Oh god…” he groaned, bending down and picking up a used condom with the end of one of the pens that had been residing in his pocket.
“What, you never…”
“Not…this…this is disgusting Eric!” Ryan said, dropping the condom and standing back up.
“But you’ll push aside the dinner plates to get some?”
Ryan blushed again and left the room. Eric followed him as they headed down the hall to the sister’s bedroom.
“That’s what you said to Cal, isn’t it?”
“What does it matter?”
“Would you push them aside for me?” Eric asked, grabbing Ryan’s wrist and turning him so they were face to face.
“Don’t quite know if you’re worth it…” Ryan muttered softly with an undertone of snark.
“Oh, I’m worth it,” Eric said, his voice dropping as well.
“You’d say that.”
Eric let his kit drop to the floor so he could take Ryan’s face in his hands with a gentle firmness and brushed his lips over Ryan’s.
Ryan blinked a few times before letting his lids come to a rest, leaning into the kiss, pushing it deeper. Eric grinned slightly as Ryan parted his lips with a sigh to give Eric free reign.
Eric’s tongue explored the new territory greedily, claiming each spot he discovered within the warm cavern.
Ryan cupped the back of Eric’s head and neck in his own hands, pulling him, if possible, closer. They stumbled backwards and out of the room. Ryan’s back hit the wall of the hallway, but he didn’t care. Eric was kissing him.
Eventually they had to part, each panting for breath, light-headed and holding each other in a possessive manner.
“So…?”
“Yeah,” Ryan breathed, “I’d push them aside for you.”
Eric grinned and kissed Ryan again.