Fic: Domesticated, Chapter 5: Nervous Flyer (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko)
Title: Domesticated, Chapter 5: Nervous Flyer
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Notes: This is a sequel for The Next Morning. Some things may not make sense, if you haven`t read that one.
Chapter 1: Roomies With Benefits
Chapter 2: Deprived
Chapter 3: Pre-Panick
Chapter 4: Mile High
“I’m kinda glad to go back home.” Eric sighed. He had spend the past ten minutes sitting in front of the window, watching the rain.
“We had six days of sunshine and one day of rain, stop whining.” Ryan jumped on his suitcase, but it didn’t help. “And gimme a hand with this.”
“Just give up, you can’t stuff all that into one suitcase.”
“I can. I’ll sit on it and you’ll zip it up.”
“Remember that sitcom where they tried that? It didn’t work.”
“Fine, make some room in your bags.”
“They’re full.”
“They’re not!”
“I don’t wanna carry those in my bag.”
“Why not?”
“Can you imagine me on the airport? Some burly security officer sees me and wants to frisk me and then they`ll open my bag and see a bunch of stuffed animals and kids toys. Hello, cavity searches…..”
“They’re stuffed animals, not dirty bombs.”
“And grown men who’re dragging a truckload of them to the plane?”
“They obviously have a kid back home.” Ryan shrugged.
“Why did you even buy all that stuff?”
“It just… got out of hand a little bit.”
“Little bit?”
“Okay, a lot. But I’ve been away for a week! And I got souvenirs for other people too.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I got this really great chocolate Mickey Mouse for your mom.”
“You got chocolate for my mom?”
“Well, she took care of Ally, I had to get her something.”
“Right…..”
“What’s that look?”
“You just had to upstage me.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come on, I’ve seen you two blabbing about recipes and child rearing tips. You’re trying to replace me.”
“If I say yes, can we go on with the packing?”
“Yeah.”
“Then yes. And quite frankly you’re not much of a competition.”
“Hey!”
“Just kidding.”
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Three hours later.
“Can I put my hands under your shirt?” Eric asked and rubbed his palms together to warm them up.
“You didn`t get that wet. Just be glad they didn’t cancel the flight.” Ryan waved at the Airline hostess. A matronly woman in her fifties approached them and Ryan asked for a blanket. She delivered two of them few minutes later.
“That’s not gonna help.” Eric complained. “We’re still in California, how can it be so cold?”
“It’s not that cold, it’s just a small rainstorm. And we have those in Miami too, so you should be used to them by now.” Ryan spread the first blanket over them, and the other one on top of that. “Getting warmer?”
“No.”
“Come on, they don’t serve any alcohol before we actually take off, so just try to make the most of it. When we get home we can get some food on the way, chat a little bit with Ally, put her to be and then…”
“And then what?”
“And then we can take a long hot bath.”
Eric leaned closer. “I’m starting to think it’s a good thing we don’t usually get to be alone for long. You would screw me to death in few weeks.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No, a well founded concern.”
“Still cold?”
“Yep.”
“Let’s see.” Ryan shoved his hands under the blankets and grabbed Eric’s hands. “Pretty cold.”
“I told you.”
“How bout now?” Ryan cradled the other man’s hands between his own and rubbed them.
“Little bit better.”
“I would offer to warm you up more thoroughly, but I got a feeling you’d be too loud.”
“I’m not loud.”
“You are.”
“If it’s something you can do in an airplane, do it. I’m shivering here.”
“If you insist.” Ryan snapped the buttons of Eric’s jeans open and slipped his other hand inside.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m doing what you asked me to do.”
“Ryan!”
“We got to layers of blankets here. Keep a straight face and your voice down or I’ll pull the covers off when that stewardess comes here again.”
“You wouldn’t….”
“Wouldn’t I?” Ryan grinned and wrapped his hand around Eric’s member. He started stoking him in a slow, teasing tempo. “Trust me, I would. Have you checked the safety instructions?”
Ryan focused his eyes on the small monitors in front of them, continuing his torture under the blankets. “Did you remember to put all our carry-ons to the overhead compartment?”
“Yeah.” Eric groaned through his teeth.
“Were you careful? I got a some fragile stuff there.”
“Your chocolate figurines are totally safe.”
“Did you see what movie they’re gonna show?”
“No.”
“300. You’ll probably love it. Sweaty men in skimpy little clothes. Shiny breastplates, big long spears-”
“Stop talking!”
“Are you still cold?”
“No-no-no.” Eric had to focus to keep his voice steady.
“I thought so, you look like you’re warming up nicely.”
“Right now I’m not sure if I should come here and now, or just kill you.”
“You wouldn’t kill me.”
“Keep doing that and I’ll do something desperate.”
“Pretty lumpy.”
“What?”
“The headrest.” Ryan grinned widely at the passing stewardess. “Excuse me, miss. Is it possible to get a pillow?”
The lady came back a minute later to bring them two pillows. She took one look at Eric’s sweating face and looked worried. Eric’s breathing was getting laboured. He was busy keeping his moans in and thanking the man upstairs that he had the small fold-out table and two blankets covering Ryan’s continuous ministrations.
“Are you feeling ill, sir?”
“He’s just a nervous flyer.” Ryan explained with a grin. “I’m sure once we`ve taken off the whole thing will blow over.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, he’s in good hands.”
The stewardess gave them a worried look and left. Eric felt the familiar tingle and he pulled his hand over his mouth to cover his scream. He flooded his boxers to the state of no salvation. Ryan buttoned his jeans and smirked.
“Warm now?”
TBC