Fic: The Deal, Chapter 4 (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko, NC-17)
Title: The Deal, Chapter 4
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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The Deal, Chapter 1
The Deal, Chapter 2 NC-17
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“Can we at least lock the door?” Eric panted when Ryan pinned him against his locker.
“Why?” Ryan smirked. “You afraid people would see us? Walk in and see you on your knees sucking me?”
“I’m standing up.” As soon as Eric had said it he realised what Ryan wanted. The hand down his pants was seriously damaging to his thought processes.
“Not for long. On your knees.” Ryan grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him down, face to face with the bulge in Ryan`s pants. “You know what to do.”
Eric got as comfortable as he could, and unzipped Ryan’s pants. His member bounced out from it’s denim nest and slapped Eric on the cheek.
“You did that on purpose….”
“Did I say I wanted a commentary track with my blowjob?”
“No.”
“So what do you do to keep me happy?”
“I get on with it?”
“Correct.” Ryan pulled Eric closed by his ears, and Eric opened his mouth to swallow the rigid flesh. He nibbled carefully at the tip, using his tongue to feel the surface. He had done this for Ryan before, but the length and thickness of the member in question always made him slightly cautious. Little by little he took more of it inside, enveloping it with his warm mouth. Ryan kept his hand on the back of his head, but didn’t pull him. Slowly Eric took all of Ryan’s length in, setting a steady pace.
Eric almost choked when Ryan`s cellphone started ringing. He kept Eric in place, guiding him back to his cock, and pulled his phone from his pocket with his other hand.
“Wolfe. You got my results? What was it?” He paused and grinned down at Eric. “Well, can you trace it? Great, call me when you know. Delko?” Eric started coughing when Ryan mentioned his name. Ryan pulled him back again. “Yeah, he’s here too, I think he was just about to choke on something. He’s like a little baby, he puts everything in his mouth. Call me later. Bye.”
He hung up and pocketed his phone. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s impolite to talk with your mouth full?”
Eric pulled away long enough to respond. “That doesn’t count if you keep shoving things into my mouth.”
“Why is it currently empty?”
Eric returned to his task. Ryan’s thrusts began to speed up. He moved his hand from the back of Eric’s head to his cheek, feeling his own moves through the stubble covered skin. Eric knew what he wanted. He tried to relax his jaws and his throat. Ryan shot his load down his throat, and Eric did his best to swallow all of it. A small trickle run down his chin, ending up on his shirt. Ryan pulled his cock out and gave him a crooked grin.
Before Eric had time to react, Ryan pulled him up and pinned him against the wall. He shoved his hand down his jeans, and started jerking him off with a furious rhythm. His chest was pressed against Eric’s, and his teeth nibbled his neck. He seemed to cover Eric from head to toe. Eric leaned back, trying to breath. The sensory over load was too much and he could feel the climax approaching. Ryan grabbed his jaw and licked the sticky trail from his chin.
Eric sighed heavily and flooded his boxers. Ryan let him slump down to the bench. Eric gave him a dazed look, but couldn’t say anything.
“We better get back to work.” Ryan pulled his coat on again. “By the way, you may wanna change your boxers before you leave. I can practically smell what you’ve been up to.”
Eric knew he looked like he had just been run over by a bulldozer. He tried to get up but his legs weren’t operating normally.
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“Big plans?” Valera asked and waved her hand in front of Eric’s face.
“No. Why?”
“I just thought you had something going on. You’ve been walking around like a dead man’s prayer for the last month. You’ve been getting some.”
“I’m always getting some.”
“You know what I mean. And judging by the bruises it has to be quite a dame.”
“Bruises?” Eric was about to panic. He was pretty sure nobody had seen him when he changed his pants in the locker room. There was no way Valera could have seen the teeth marks on his backside.
“On your wrists.” She giggled. “Where else do you have them?”
“None of your business.”
“Listen, I know cuff marks when I see them. Good or great?”
“Sex? Great.” He admitted.
“I had no idea you were into that stuff.”
“Me neither.”
“So, who is it?”
“Forget it.”
“Come on, I already know it’s somebody from the lab.”
Eric’s mind froze. “H-h-how the hell did you know that?”
“Simple. You came in two hours ago and you haven’t gone outside.”
“And?”
“And you didn’t have that stain on your shirt when you came back from your scene.”
Valera pointed down to a drying spot on the hem of Eric’s shirt. The encounter in the locker room flashed before his eyes and he tried to tug his shirt to his pants.
“It’s nothing. Nothing serious.”
“Maybe not serious, but obviously pretty hot.”
“It’s an agreement.”
“What are we agreeing on?” Ryan marched into the lab with a crooked smirk. Eric was pretty sure he had heard their conversation.
“That some of us are getting it on in the lab, and I don’t have luck even in the normal world.” Valera commented.
“I’ve told you, just say the word….” Ryan teased.
“And I’ve told you it would be like dating my brother. No thanks.”
“Too bad….”
“Anyway, do you know anything about this?”
“About what?”
“Eric’s on-the-job activities.”
“No…..” Ryan eyed Eric’s shirt. “Maybe we could do a DNA test. I’ll hold him, you cut the shirt off.”
“Why bother, we already know it’s his own-” Valera paused, as the meaning behind Ryan’s comment dawned on her. Both men were staring at each other with identical horrified faces. They knew that Ryan’s little slip had put Valera on the right tracks.
“Wait a minute…..” She didn’t continue. Instead she started to laugh uncontrollably. She laughed so hard she had to sit down and wipe few tears away from her eyes.
“Aaaahhhh…..! I haven’t laughed like that for ages. Thanks guys.” She took a deep breath. “I need a cup of coffee.”
She bounced out of the lab and they could still hear her giggling from the other end of the hallway.
“That definitely wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.” Ryan commented. “Don’t worry, she knows how to keep a secret.”
“What do you mean “Keep a secret”? I’ve gone through half the lab techs, it’s not exactly front page news.”
“Like you said, we have an agreement. We should keep it simple.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Exactly that. We both have our reasons, so don’t get ideas you can’t follow through.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Forget it.” Ryan let out a frustrated sigh. “Just forget it.”
“Forget it? You don’t say stuff like that and then walk out.” Eric grabbed him by his arm and pulled him closer. “What’s that about? You want just sex? You wanna torture me? Or don’t you just want to have anything else with me?”
“Get your hands away from me.” Ryan practically growled through his teeth. “You don’t get to say what you want. That’s not an option.”
“What? You don’t want me? I was good enough for sex, but not good enough for anything bigger?”
“Anything bigger? Since when do you want anything else than sex? That’s been practically a lifetime mission for you!”
“And you should know I don’t take it further than sex if I don’t mean it!” Eric shoved Ryan against the wall and kissed him. Ryan froze.
Eric used his confusion and slid his tongue inside Ryan’s mouth. Slowly Ryan seemed to melt and pulled him closer. Finally Eric had to pull back to breath, his eyes glazed and dark. He looked at Ryan and the look on his face was not what he had expected. Ryan had kissed him back. But the look on his face was pure horror. He looked like a man in front of a firing squad.
He pushed Eric away and rushed out of the lab.
The Deal, Chapter 5 NC-17