Fic: Seminar, Chapter 19 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Wolfe / Delko, Nick / Greg)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 19
Fandom: CSI / CSI NY, CSI Miami
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17)
Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 (NC-17)
Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 (NC-17) Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17)
Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Eric’s apartment, Miami
“Tell me you didn’t bring your case home…..”
“I didn’t, and I’m not home.” Ryan commented and continued reading the text on the monitor of his laptop. “We’re at your place, despite my protests.”
“Why exactly did you protest? You’ve been here before.”
“How can I put this nicely….. Remember when we had that case in that high-end brothel?”
“When that sixty something guy died while getting-”
“No need to repeat that, thank you. I had nightmares about that for few nights.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“It was worse. Seriously obese man laying on the floor, covered in whipped cream with a whole arsenal of sextoys still inside him…. And the cuffs….” He paused and shivered with revulsion. “It was just….. Ewwwww…..”
“When are you planning to tell me what that has to do with my apartment?”
“I think I got sidetracked…. Anyway, you remember what the working areas were like?”
“You mean the bedrooms.”
“None of them was as tacky as your bedroom.”
“Tacky?”
“It looks like you got your decoration tips from that place and revved it up to the point of disgusting. It`s not seductive, it`s just nauseating.”
“There’s nothing disgusting about my bedroom!”
“Even the hookers would rather practice their profession in back alleys than in your bedroom. Haven’t you ever wondered why we always end up making out on your couch instead of your bed? And why we never get into the good stuff when we’re here?”
“Okay, enough.” Eric sighed. “We can go to your place when I got my bag filled.”
“What kinda stuff are you packing?”
“The usual. Clothes, lube, candy bars.”
“All the essentials.”
“Yep.”
“Anyway, I’m almost done.”
“With what?”
“I just checked my e-mails. I got one from Don.”
“How’s Vegas?”
“Good so far. Warrick was a little bit less fortunate.”
“What happened to him?”
“Apparently….” Ryan leaned forward to reread the mail. “….there was some kind of an accident involving a large dose of bacon.”
“Is that all?”
“No, they were coming back to his place to take a shower and they ran into his neighbour in the hallway.”
“So his neighbour saw him all greasy, so what?”
“She had her dog with her.”
“Ouch…..”
“Yeah.”
“How bad was it?”
“It was Chihuahua, so it didn’t do much damage, just little scratches.”
“Little dogs can do a lot of damage. Like when that tiny thing bit me in that hellhole in the Glades.”
“That wasn’t a dog, that was a large rat.”
“Really?”
“Why did you think they dragged you the ER to get a tetanus shot?”
“Precaution?”
“Forget it…. He met some of the locals too.”
“Who?”
“Don.”
“Right.”
“Stay focussed, this is funny. You know that blue haired old cleaning lady who tries to grope you when you walk past her?”
“How could I miss that? My ass is always black and blue when she’s working….”
“Anyway, according to Don, Warrick had someone like that in Vegas. When she figured out what was going on she dumped a plateful of bacon on his head.”
“Don’s head?”
“Warrick`s, I just told you about that a minute ago.”
“That’s wrong. That’s just so wrong.”
“I know. That grease doesn’t come off clothes no matter how many times you wash them-”
“I mean it’s wrong to do that to totally innocent bacon! You don’t play with food, that’s just wrong.”
Ryan pulled the lid of the laptop down and gave Eric a long, warm glance.
“I really like these moments.”
“When we talk about food?”
“For a minute there I thought we actually agreed, but it turned out we didn`t. We’re so far away from each other in some things, that it actually keeps us together. Well, that and some other stuff.”
“When do we got to that other stuff?” Eric grinned.
“When we get to my place. I know how many months it’s been since you actually cleaned up here. I’m not taking any health risks by taking my pants off in this place.”
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Nick’s apartment, Las Vegas
“Morning.”
“Morning? It’s…. What?”
“Four o’clock.” Greg grinned and climbed on top of his half-asleep partner.
“Why are you awake?”
“I woke up.”
“So why did you wake me up?”
“I didn’t wanna be the only one awake.”
“Go watch TV or something…..”
“There’s nothing good on.”
“Never stopped you before…..”
“But you…. You got something really good on.”
“What are you talking about?”
Greg let out a frustrated sigh.
“Nicky, I’m talking dirty here and you don’t even realise it….. I must be getting rusty.”
“You were talking dirty?”
“What do you think I was talking about? I said you got something good on and I’m on top of you. Get the picture?”
“Yeah, I got it now.”
“Forget the whole thing. What’s the point of talking dirty if you gotta explain it?”
“Let’s start from the beginning, I’ll come up with some dirty response this time.”
“I kinda lost the mood.”
“Come on-”
“No, I lost it.”
“Greg-”
“You know what you gotta do.”
“I don’t want to…..” Nick whined. “Please?”
“Do it or I’ll get up right now.”
“Okay, fine.” Nick groaned. “Go get it.”
“Great.” Greg jumped up and leaped to the closet. He pulled out a cowboy hat and placed it on Nick’s head.
“I still can’t understand why this gets you hot.”
“You don’t need to understand it. I got my mood back, get naked.”
Chapter 20