Fic: The Deal, Chapter 17/20 (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko)
Title: The Deal, Chapter 17/20
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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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
The Deal, Chapter 7 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 8
The Deal, Chapter 9 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 10 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 11
The Deal, Chapter 12 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 13
The Deal, Chapter 14 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 15 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 16 NC-17
“Eric?” A woman came to their table giggling. “I haven’t seen you here for ages!”
On the other side of the table Ryan and Valera were trying to control their chuckles.
Eric tried to remember the woman’s name, but his brains didn’t operate normally, most likely due to the embarrassing setting.
“Haven’t been here for a while, babe.”
“Babe? What happened to that little nickname?”
“We’re having company here….”
“Come on, just once.”
“Go ahead, we don’t mind.” Valera assured with a wide grin on his face.
“Ummmm….” Eric tried to remember what names he usually used with one night stands. “Sugar?”
“No.”
“Honey?”
“No.”
“Corncob?”
“No.”
“I give up. I can’t remember.”
“Come on, I’ll give you some spins and reveal all.” She grabbed him by the arm and tried to pull him up and to the dance floor. “You’re buddies don’t mind, right?”
“Right.” Valera agreed. She looked like she might start laughing at any minute. “Give the poor girl some attention.”
Eric looked at Ryan, but his face was unreadable. Finally Ryan took a sip from his glass and gave him a small smile.
“Sure. We don’t mind.”
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Eric was pretty sure he was slightly drunk. Ryan and Valera were giving him amused looks from the table as he waddled to the bathroom. The woman, whatever her name was, had given up after three dances, but that hadn’t made Ryan stop giving him sour glances over the table. He relived himself and opened the tap to wash his hands.
That was when he felt a pair of hands groping his butt. That wasn’t exactly unusual, but the hands were usually larger. He lifted his head to see the same woman behind his back staring at him through the mirror. The hands slipped to the front.
“Remember the last time we did it in the bathroom?” Her breath and slurring speech made it clear she was just as drunk as he was.
“Not really.” He turned around and tried to remove her hands from his privates. “Listen, thanks but no thanks.” She seemed too inebriated to realise what he was saying. When she lost her hold on Eric’s lower regions, she started falling down. She tried to grab Eric’s shirt for support and both drunkards ended up on the floor.
“That’s nice and comfy….” She nestled against his chest and looked like she was about to fall asleep. Eric’s attempts at getting away from the tactile limbs were futile. He couldn’t even get his own poorly coordinated hands to work the way he wanted.
Somewhere above her drunken, sleepy giggle he heard somebody clearing his throat. He rolled his head to see the man at the door. Ryan was looking at them with his arms crossed over his chest. He turned around and walked out before Eric could get his slurring speech to work.
By the time he staggered back to the bar, Ryan was gone and Valera was fuming.
“I really should smack your teeth in.”
“It wasn’t my fault!”
“Right, you always go to the bathroom with drunken woman who are dressed like streetwalkers.”
“Fine, slap me.”
“Little girls slap, big girls know how to make a fist.” Valera pulled her hand back and slammed her fist against Eric’s jaw. His head bobbed back and forth like a bobble head doll.
“You hit me!”
“And you deserved in.” She grabbed her handbag and headed to the door.
“Can you at least give me a ride?”
“No.” She didn’t even turn to look back.
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By the time Eric got to Ryan’s place his head had sobered up. The bruise on his jaw had gone from red and tingly to green and sore. He felt the doorframe to find the spare key, but it was gone. He knocked on the door.
He kept knocking for almost ten minutes before Ryan finally opened the door, looking tired and aggravated.
“What are you doing here?”
“You left me there without a ride! And Valera slapped me!”
“Good.”
“How’s that good when I didn’t do anything?”
“Right, drunken women just fall on you just when I’m coming in. How likely is that?”
“Apparently pretty likely! She was drunk, she lost her balance, and took me down with her. That’s all.”
“I could believe that if you hadn’t put on a show with her on the dance floor before that.”
“She was dancing and I was dancing. I’ve done more risky stuff on a dance floor with you!”
“Really? It was a good thing that bimbo wasn’t wearing underwear, or her knickers would have caught fire from the friction. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to go to sleep.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“Just leave.”
“No. This isn’t even about that…. whatever her name was. You know that! This is about your issues. You say you trust me and you can’t keep your hands off me, but you’re just waiting for me to screw up!”
“Thank you.” Ryan applauded silently. “I’ve never been psychoanalyses by a himbo before.”
“Just think about what you’re doing! I know you got hurt with that creepo, but you keep judging me in advance for something I haven’t even done!”
“I’m not judging you but-” Ryan paused and took a deep breath. “This isn’t gonna work. I know I overreact all the time but I can’t help it. I can’t do this.”
“What? You’re just gonna dump me?”
“I’m not dumping you, I’m saying it’s better if we stop here.”
“Do I have anything to say about this?” Eric didn’t even realise he had taken a step closer and grabbed Ryan by his shoulders. “I don’t mind letting you set the pace, but you can’t just decide we’re done.”
“Take you’re hands of me.” Ryan tried to wriggle away from his grasp, but he didn’t succeed. “This is for your own good.”
“My own good? You don’t get to say what’s for my own good. I say it.” Eric tightened his hold, shaking the other man. “If you think you can get rid of me that easily, you better think again.”
Ryan tried to yank himself free, and this time he succeeded. He lost his balance, falling back against the kitchen table. His head hit the edge with a loud thud and he fell down to the floor.
Eric stared at him with his mouth open. For few second he couldn’t move. Finally Ryan opened his eyes and got up on his wobbly feet. He leaned against the table, looking completely lost.
“Are you okay?” Eric asked carefully.
“Yeah, I think so…..” A small river of blood ran down Ryan’s forehead from his hairline and down his cheek. “It’s just…. little bit woozy.”
“Sit down.” Eric guided him to a chair. “I’ll go get the First Aid kit.” He went to the bathroom and grabbed the kit from the shelf. Just as he was walking back to the kitchen, he saw Ryan slowly sliding down the chair, his eyes had rolled back. He slumped down to the floor.
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