Fic: The Deal, Chapter 7 (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko, NC-17)
Title: The Deal, Chapter 7
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Miami Main List
The Deal, Chapter 1
The Deal, Chapter 2 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 3 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 4 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 5 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 6 NC-17
“We’re going out.” Ryan announced as soon as he walked in.
“Out?” Eric repeated.
“Out. You wanted to expand this thing from work and sex. This is your chance.”
“Where are we going?”
“Dancing. You like that, right?”
“Yeah, but I had no idea you dance.”
“You’ll dance for me.”
“Okay, now I know where we’re going. Bare Truth has an open-pole night.”
“We’re not going to a strip club.”
“Why not?”
“You’re the one who wanted a more profound relationship. I agreed to go along with it, so I expect to get the perks.”
“I have not idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’ll tell you on the way.” Ryan grinned. “You just make sure you play your part.”
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Eric could feel a small river of sweat running down his neck. His shirt was open almost down to his bellybutton, but the bright lights and the mass of writhing bodies kept him sweating. He kept switching from one guy to the next, first luring them closer, then moving on to the next.
He looked at Ryan, who was sitting at their table. He sipped his beer calmly, and looked pleased. Eric had been told to keep going until he got a sign. Ryan hadn’t said what the sign would be but Eric was pretty sure it wouldn’t be in sign language. Eric ditched his dance partner and glanced over to their table again, but Ryan was gone. A mild panic hit him, but then a pair of familiar hands grabbed his hips from behind and a warm body pressed against his back.
Eric turned around in sync with the music to look at Ryan. He writhed close, rubbing himself against he other man. Ryan smirked and leaned over to whisper to his ear.
“Show them who you belong to.”
Eric chuckled. He swayed with the music, peeling his shirt away from his sweaty skin. He was practically humping Ryan’s leg like a horny dog. Everyone on the dance floor was looking at them. Just when Eric was sure he would come in his pants from the sheer friction, Ryan grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close for a bruising kiss.
He dragged Eric away from the dance floor. Eric was too stunned from the fact that Ryan would be willing to let him do all that in the middle of the dance floor. He didn’t even realise he was being dragged to the bathroom, until Ryan shoved him to a cubicle and locked the door. Eric tried to pull those lips back on his. Ryan giggled and turned his head for a bit.
“Are you still catching up on the kissing department?”
“I wasn’t allowed to do that for a month, I have a right to catch up.”
Ryan gave up. He pinned Eric to the wall and kissed him within an inch of his life. When he let go Eric was glad he was against the wall, otherwise he would fall down.
“So not fair….”
“What’s not fair?”
“That. A minute more of that and I would lit a cigarette.”
“I’m just so good.” Ryan laughed. He nibbled his partners neck as his hands wandered down south. “And you did well on the dance floor.”
“Do I get a reward?”
“Maybe.” Ryan’s hands found Eric’s buttocks, squeezing them through his jeans.
Eric moaned and closed his eyes. “How the hell do you do that to me….”
“How do I do what?”
“You know….”
“I want you to tell me.”
“Ryan-”
“Tell me, or I’ll go back to the bar.”
“You….. Make me loose control…. I can’t get you out of my mind….”
“Keep going.”
“When I’m at work, I can’t wait to get my hands on you…. Can’t wait till you take me….”
“Keep going.”
“Nobody else has made me do that….”
“Do what?”
“Give myself to you without questions….. let you take and take…. and keep me begging for more….” Eric’s voice was turning into a loud moan.
“What do you think that confession is worth? Do you think you deserve to come now?” Ryan slipped his hands down Eric’s pants to cup the two fleshy globes.
“Hell yeah….! Please…”
Ryan pushed his jeans down and his own pants followed. He pressed forward, pressing their hard cocks together. He wrapped his hand around the two members, stroking them with accurate rhythm. Eric panted like a steam engine. Considering all his previous experiences his reaction was slightly embarrassing, but he was too horny to care.
Eric was about to let go, when suddenly the warm hand disappeared. His eyes snapped open. Ryan gave him a teasing grin and kneeled down. He opened his mouth to take Eric in, his hands on Eric’s hips to keep him still. Eric kept his own hands flat against the wall of the cubicle. He had learned the hard way that Ryan didn’t like it when he tried to grab his head. Eric leaned back, giving up all efforts to control himself. He could hear people talking on the other side of the cubicle walls, but he didn’t try to cut his moans. If Ryan didn’t care about them eavesdropping, he didn’t care either.
Ryan moved up and down Eric’s shaft skilfully and soon pushed him off the edge. He swallowed everything Eric had to give, giving him a small wink. Eric threw his head back.
“Good?”
“I would give you a glowing review, but I think my brain’s toast….”
“Forget the review, you still have a job to do.”
Eric looked down. Ryan’s cock was still rock hard, pointing at him like an accusing finger. Eric could feel a familiar urge taking a hold of him again. He slammed the lid down on the toilet bowl and guided Ryan to sit on it.
“Can I?”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please.”
Ryan reached to grab his discarded pants and pulled a small tube of lube from the pocket. He gave it Eric.
“Ask and you shall receive. You and your ass never get enough.”
“Nope.” Eric grinned and started preparing himself. “That’s another first time for me.”
“What is?”
“Wanting to spread my cheeks and get fucked.”
“I thought that was just a part of your technique.” Ryan smirked.
“No, just with you.” Eric settled himself above Ryan’s lap. He slowly lowered himself to the thick member below him. “You… you fill me up just right…. like frigging tailor made for me.”
“It’s not the cock, it’s how you use it.” Ryan grabbed Eric’s hips and shoved himself all the way in. He starting pounding him with vigorous thrusts. Eric hang on to Ryan’s shoulders and waved back and forth like a rag doll. Just when Eric was sure he was going to black out again, Ryan groaned and pumped his load inside Eric’s willing body.
Eric slumped against his partners chest and tried to take deep breaths. He could feel Ryan’s release seeping out and dripping down his thighs.
“There’s one more first time.” He chuckled.
“What?” Ryan seemed to be equally spent.
“I’ve never done that without a rubber.”
Ryan looked awkward. “Crap, I forgot that too.”
“I kinda liked it, feeling you like that….” Eric gasped. He was still out of breath.
“That’s not the point.”
“Calm down, I’m clean.” Eric assured. “You?”
“Yeah.”
“Great.” Eric kissed on his shoulder. “Because I want to do that again. Just like that.” He reached down to wipe the wet trail on his thigh with his finger. He brought the finger to his mouth and licked it clean.
The Deal, Chapter 8