Fic: Little Lie, Big Lie
Title: Little Lie, Big Lie
Author: plexippus
Category: PWP, first time
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wolfe/Delko
Summary: It was just the sort of confession that an obsessive mind couldn't let go of.
Author's Note: If I owned any part of them, I doubt I'd be posting fics.
Little Lie, Big Lie
"XYZ, man."
Instinctively, Ryan reached for his fly. It was unzipped. "Thanks," he mumbled as he zipped up, half a second before they walked into the range of the courthouse security cameras.
"You know, you gotta cut back on the jerking off. If H finds out, you're done for."
"I wasn't jerking-" Ryan stopped as soon as he saw Delko's half smile. He was just teasing, and Ryan had walked right into his trap. He attempted to cover his blunder by turning the tables. "Speaking from personal experience?" he asked as they arrived at the elevator. He punched a button and stepped back to wait.
"I've still got a job, don't I?" Delko asked.
"So you've managed to never get caught?"
Delko cut his eyes sideways, his grin widening. "Are you serious?" he asked as the elevator dinged. They stepped inside and the doors closed, encasing them in what passed for privacy in a government building.
"Sure," Ryan said. "Why not? Have you ever jerked off at work?"
Delko glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice. "Not exactly."
"Not exactly? It's a yes or no question."
"No, not exactly…"
The lights counting the floors blinked as they ascended. "Are you going to explain that?"
The elevator dinged again and the doors opened. "I've never jerked myself off at work while I was on the clock," Delko said as he stepped out.
"You never…" The possibilities and implications starting hitting Ryan one by one, and he was so busy staring, drop-jawed, that he forgot he was standing in an elevator and forgot to exit before the doors started closing. Delko shoved an arm between the doors to stop them.
"Get out," he hissed.
"You mean you-"
"Shut up." Delko pushed Ryan ahead into the courtroom, and nudged him towards a seat. The court had not been called to order yet, and the room was filled with murmuring.
"So you-"
"Shut up, Wolfe. Not here."
Not there indeed. Ryan's imagination was churning in overdrive now. "Who?" he asked.
"Who what? No one you know."
That simultaneously narrowed the field and opened a thousand new doors. Several thousand. It was a good thing he never got called to the stand, because God alone knows what might have come out of his mouth. His thoughts were preoccupied with a montage of images of Eric Delko in a thousand unlikely positions and at least a hundred nearly impossible ones.
He'd never jerked himself off while he was on the clock. Did that mean someone else had jerked him off while he was on the clock? The images flickering through Ryan's mind included Calleigh's petite hands, Alexx's gentle ones, Natalia's elegant ones, Valera's delicate ones. Or maybe it meant that Delko had jerked someone else off while on the clock. That, of course, would imply another man. Horatio, maybe? Tripp? Stetler? Each new set of possibilities led to another. Except it was no one he knew. Speedle, maybe?
It was the fastest four-hour prelim that he'd ever endured, and easily the most unnerving and probably the most agonizing. When it was over with, Ryan had a pulsing hard on, and an insatiable case of curiosity, and an indelible mental image of a muscled, swarthy-skinned Eric leaning against the wall with his head tilted back and his lips parted and his passion-bright eyes half-hooded by fluttering lids.
They shared an elevator down to the lobby with half the people in the courtroom. They walked out the door with half the people who had been in the elevator. They crossed the parking lot with half the people who had exited the building with them. Calleigh followed them all the way to Delko's Hummer, destroying any chance Ryan might have had to dig a little deeper into this mesmerizing new mystery.
"See you back at the lab," Delko said as Ryan conceded the battle to all the forces working against him.
"Yeah."
He was distracted all the way back to the lab, and he decided (quite wisely, in his own humble opinion) that it wouldn't be a great idea to change in the locker room this time, so he bundled up his jeans and shirt and sturdy shoes and headed for the men's room and the privacy of a stall.
He was standing in his socks when the door opened. He peeked through the crack between the wall and the door. Delko was standing at a urinal. Ryan groaned inwardly.
"You on the clock yet, Wolfe?"
Ryan jumped and nearly tripped over the jeans he had one leg in. "No," he said.
Delko flushed. "Me neither."
Footsteps crossed the floor, water turned on, the soap dispenser squeaked as Delko pumped it a couple of times. Ryan licked his lips. If his mouth weren't so dry, he would have pressed for more details about Delko's tantalizing revelation.
Delko dried his hands and walked toward the door, taking with him the only chance Ryan was likely to have during their shift. Ryan closed his eyes, regret weighing him down for a minute.
"You going to stay in there all day?"
Ryan's eyes popped open as though they were spring-loaded, and he almost tripped again when he saw a dark brown eye peering through the same crack he'd been spying through. "I-uh-"
"Open the door."
Delko's tone was so quietly commanding that Ryan didn't even think before obeying. He watched as Delko's eyes slid down to his crotch. He still hadn't put his pants on.
"Nice boxers," Delko said, gesturing at Ryan's shorts.
Ryan caught his hand, and Delko didn't resist as he guided it to his cock. Delko's fingers curled around him, his palm cradling the head. Ryan very nearly gurgled with appreciation when Delko's fingers brushed against his balls.
"Is this what you imagined?" Delko asked, leaning closer, his breath hot against Ryan's jaw.
"No," Ryan whispered.
"No?" Delko's hand went still and his eyes focused. "Uh…"
"I never imagined you with me," Ryan said, leaning in closer.
Delko's lips were pillow-soft, and he acquiesced to the kiss with a soft sigh. Ryan slipped a hand under his shirt to caress his taut waist and draw him closer still.
"We can't-" Delko started, but his protest turned into a hiss as Ryan wedged a knee between his thighs. Delko had the tightest ass that Ryan had ever put his hands on. The growing evidence of his interest stirred against Ryan's leg.
"Neither of us is on the clock," Ryan whispered. He leaned back just enough to slide his hands between them, and while Delko's breathing grew ragged, Ryan unfastened his pants and shoved them down.
"Wolfe-"
"Ryan," Ryan corrected.
"Ryan-" His name sounded like a prayer for mercy. Ryan wrapped one hand around Delko's cock; his other braced against the crossbar of the stall. He could look over Delko's shoulder and see the bottom curves of his buttocks in the mirror below the tail of his shirt.
Delko was grinding against him, both his hands gripping and massaging Ryan's ass. They were both panting, and Ryan's knees felt weak as pleasure began prickling at his pulse points.
"Oh, God," Delko whispered, and his head dropped to Ryan's shoulder, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh at the auricular region of his neck.
Grinding his teeth, Ryan stroked furiously, his hand pumping both of them towards the tidal wave of ecstasy. He knew the instant that Delko gave into it, and by sheer dint of will, he rode out his partner's pleasure without succumbing himself. He wanted to experience every twitch of Delko's eyes, every bead of sweat on his face, every tremor of his muscles. When Delko went slack, Ryan finished himself off, his blood pounding in his ears to the rhythm of his frantic strokes.
He surfaced slowly from the stupor of pleasure and found that he'd let go of the crossbar and the only reason he hadn't sunk to the ground was that Delko was holding him up.
"Incredible," Delko murmured.
"As good as last time?" Ryan asked, pulling himself together enough to straighten and reach for his jeans.
"Last time what?"
"You've done this before. Here, I mean. This isn't the first time you've had sex at work."
"Oh. Uh…" Delko grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began gingerly cleaning himself up. "Actually, I kinda lied about that."
Ryan stopped with his shirt unbuttoned and stared at Delko. "You mean you've never… here…"
"I have jerked off up here before."
"Oh."
Delko's head bobbed as though he were deciding what to say next. "More than once, actually."
"Oh."
"On the clock."
"Oh…"
"But this is the first time I've ever had sex at work, on the clock."
"Oh. Oh. But you said you weren't on the clock yet."
"I kinda lied about that, too."
Ryan finished dressing in silence, contemplating the new level of kinkiness he'd just achieved. Sex in a men's room with a colleague while they were at the lab and while Delko was on the clock… That was a pretty big heap of sprinkles for the guy who heretofore had been mostly vanilla.
"It was an experience worth repeating, I think," Delko said.
"Was it?"
"You didn't think so?"
Ryan weighed a couple of possible responses before deciding on the truth. "Actually, Eric, I lied too."
"Oh?"
"I've imagined you with me lots of times."
Delko grinned his slow, lop-sided grin at him through the mirror. "Little lie, big lie, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
"Every time I've jerked off up here, it was while I was thinking about you."
Author: plexippus
Category: PWP, first time
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wolfe/Delko
Summary: It was just the sort of confession that an obsessive mind couldn't let go of.
Author's Note: If I owned any part of them, I doubt I'd be posting fics.
Little Lie, Big Lie
"XYZ, man."
Instinctively, Ryan reached for his fly. It was unzipped. "Thanks," he mumbled as he zipped up, half a second before they walked into the range of the courthouse security cameras.
"You know, you gotta cut back on the jerking off. If H finds out, you're done for."
"I wasn't jerking-" Ryan stopped as soon as he saw Delko's half smile. He was just teasing, and Ryan had walked right into his trap. He attempted to cover his blunder by turning the tables. "Speaking from personal experience?" he asked as they arrived at the elevator. He punched a button and stepped back to wait.
"I've still got a job, don't I?" Delko asked.
"So you've managed to never get caught?"
Delko cut his eyes sideways, his grin widening. "Are you serious?" he asked as the elevator dinged. They stepped inside and the doors closed, encasing them in what passed for privacy in a government building.
"Sure," Ryan said. "Why not? Have you ever jerked off at work?"
Delko glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice. "Not exactly."
"Not exactly? It's a yes or no question."
"No, not exactly…"
The lights counting the floors blinked as they ascended. "Are you going to explain that?"
The elevator dinged again and the doors opened. "I've never jerked myself off at work while I was on the clock," Delko said as he stepped out.
"You never…" The possibilities and implications starting hitting Ryan one by one, and he was so busy staring, drop-jawed, that he forgot he was standing in an elevator and forgot to exit before the doors started closing. Delko shoved an arm between the doors to stop them.
"Get out," he hissed.
"You mean you-"
"Shut up." Delko pushed Ryan ahead into the courtroom, and nudged him towards a seat. The court had not been called to order yet, and the room was filled with murmuring.
"So you-"
"Shut up, Wolfe. Not here."
Not there indeed. Ryan's imagination was churning in overdrive now. "Who?" he asked.
"Who what? No one you know."
That simultaneously narrowed the field and opened a thousand new doors. Several thousand. It was a good thing he never got called to the stand, because God alone knows what might have come out of his mouth. His thoughts were preoccupied with a montage of images of Eric Delko in a thousand unlikely positions and at least a hundred nearly impossible ones.
He'd never jerked himself off while he was on the clock. Did that mean someone else had jerked him off while he was on the clock? The images flickering through Ryan's mind included Calleigh's petite hands, Alexx's gentle ones, Natalia's elegant ones, Valera's delicate ones. Or maybe it meant that Delko had jerked someone else off while on the clock. That, of course, would imply another man. Horatio, maybe? Tripp? Stetler? Each new set of possibilities led to another. Except it was no one he knew. Speedle, maybe?
It was the fastest four-hour prelim that he'd ever endured, and easily the most unnerving and probably the most agonizing. When it was over with, Ryan had a pulsing hard on, and an insatiable case of curiosity, and an indelible mental image of a muscled, swarthy-skinned Eric leaning against the wall with his head tilted back and his lips parted and his passion-bright eyes half-hooded by fluttering lids.
They shared an elevator down to the lobby with half the people in the courtroom. They walked out the door with half the people who had been in the elevator. They crossed the parking lot with half the people who had exited the building with them. Calleigh followed them all the way to Delko's Hummer, destroying any chance Ryan might have had to dig a little deeper into this mesmerizing new mystery.
"See you back at the lab," Delko said as Ryan conceded the battle to all the forces working against him.
"Yeah."
He was distracted all the way back to the lab, and he decided (quite wisely, in his own humble opinion) that it wouldn't be a great idea to change in the locker room this time, so he bundled up his jeans and shirt and sturdy shoes and headed for the men's room and the privacy of a stall.
He was standing in his socks when the door opened. He peeked through the crack between the wall and the door. Delko was standing at a urinal. Ryan groaned inwardly.
"You on the clock yet, Wolfe?"
Ryan jumped and nearly tripped over the jeans he had one leg in. "No," he said.
Delko flushed. "Me neither."
Footsteps crossed the floor, water turned on, the soap dispenser squeaked as Delko pumped it a couple of times. Ryan licked his lips. If his mouth weren't so dry, he would have pressed for more details about Delko's tantalizing revelation.
Delko dried his hands and walked toward the door, taking with him the only chance Ryan was likely to have during their shift. Ryan closed his eyes, regret weighing him down for a minute.
"You going to stay in there all day?"
Ryan's eyes popped open as though they were spring-loaded, and he almost tripped again when he saw a dark brown eye peering through the same crack he'd been spying through. "I-uh-"
"Open the door."
Delko's tone was so quietly commanding that Ryan didn't even think before obeying. He watched as Delko's eyes slid down to his crotch. He still hadn't put his pants on.
"Nice boxers," Delko said, gesturing at Ryan's shorts.
Ryan caught his hand, and Delko didn't resist as he guided it to his cock. Delko's fingers curled around him, his palm cradling the head. Ryan very nearly gurgled with appreciation when Delko's fingers brushed against his balls.
"Is this what you imagined?" Delko asked, leaning closer, his breath hot against Ryan's jaw.
"No," Ryan whispered.
"No?" Delko's hand went still and his eyes focused. "Uh…"
"I never imagined you with me," Ryan said, leaning in closer.
Delko's lips were pillow-soft, and he acquiesced to the kiss with a soft sigh. Ryan slipped a hand under his shirt to caress his taut waist and draw him closer still.
"We can't-" Delko started, but his protest turned into a hiss as Ryan wedged a knee between his thighs. Delko had the tightest ass that Ryan had ever put his hands on. The growing evidence of his interest stirred against Ryan's leg.
"Neither of us is on the clock," Ryan whispered. He leaned back just enough to slide his hands between them, and while Delko's breathing grew ragged, Ryan unfastened his pants and shoved them down.
"Wolfe-"
"Ryan," Ryan corrected.
"Ryan-" His name sounded like a prayer for mercy. Ryan wrapped one hand around Delko's cock; his other braced against the crossbar of the stall. He could look over Delko's shoulder and see the bottom curves of his buttocks in the mirror below the tail of his shirt.
Delko was grinding against him, both his hands gripping and massaging Ryan's ass. They were both panting, and Ryan's knees felt weak as pleasure began prickling at his pulse points.
"Oh, God," Delko whispered, and his head dropped to Ryan's shoulder, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh at the auricular region of his neck.
Grinding his teeth, Ryan stroked furiously, his hand pumping both of them towards the tidal wave of ecstasy. He knew the instant that Delko gave into it, and by sheer dint of will, he rode out his partner's pleasure without succumbing himself. He wanted to experience every twitch of Delko's eyes, every bead of sweat on his face, every tremor of his muscles. When Delko went slack, Ryan finished himself off, his blood pounding in his ears to the rhythm of his frantic strokes.
He surfaced slowly from the stupor of pleasure and found that he'd let go of the crossbar and the only reason he hadn't sunk to the ground was that Delko was holding him up.
"Incredible," Delko murmured.
"As good as last time?" Ryan asked, pulling himself together enough to straighten and reach for his jeans.
"Last time what?"
"You've done this before. Here, I mean. This isn't the first time you've had sex at work."
"Oh. Uh…" Delko grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began gingerly cleaning himself up. "Actually, I kinda lied about that."
Ryan stopped with his shirt unbuttoned and stared at Delko. "You mean you've never… here…"
"I have jerked off up here before."
"Oh."
Delko's head bobbed as though he were deciding what to say next. "More than once, actually."
"Oh."
"On the clock."
"Oh…"
"But this is the first time I've ever had sex at work, on the clock."
"Oh. Oh. But you said you weren't on the clock yet."
"I kinda lied about that, too."
Ryan finished dressing in silence, contemplating the new level of kinkiness he'd just achieved. Sex in a men's room with a colleague while they were at the lab and while Delko was on the clock… That was a pretty big heap of sprinkles for the guy who heretofore had been mostly vanilla.
"It was an experience worth repeating, I think," Delko said.
"Was it?"
"You didn't think so?"
Ryan weighed a couple of possible responses before deciding on the truth. "Actually, Eric, I lied too."
"Oh?"
"I've imagined you with me lots of times."
Delko grinned his slow, lop-sided grin at him through the mirror. "Little lie, big lie, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
"Every time I've jerked off up here, it was while I was thinking about you."