Fic: Seminar, Chapter 29 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 29
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
Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23
Interlude (NC-17) Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26
Chapter 27 Chapter 28
Break-room
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Crime lab, Miami
“How the hell should I know what’s wrong, that’s why I called you!”
Valera gave Eric a worried glance across the break room. The man was yelling and the vein in his neck was bulging. The volume of his voice was growing steadily.
“What do you mean you can’t tell me?! And don’t you dare hang up!” He dumped his phone to the table.
“What was that about?”
“I hate cell phones, you can’t really smash the receiver back.”
“Who was it? A telemarketer?”
“Worse. I called our phone operator.”
“Something wrong with your connection?”
“No, Ryan’s!”
“I talked to him yesterday, the line was fine.”
“I’ve called him five times today and he hasn’t picked up once. He’s supposed to fly back today, but he hasn’t called me to tell what time he’s landing.”
“Maybe he’s been busy. Or fed up with your calls….”
“Is that your way of saying he has a reason to be fed up with me?”
“If that’s how you conduct your affairs on the phone…. then yeah.”
“I have right to be concerned. What if his flight gets here in the middle of the night, he’s alone trying to find a cab and the Senior Citizen Mafia snatches him? I can`t afford to pay ransoms!”
“Senior Citizens Mafia?”
“This is Miami, mafia bosses all over the country send their retirement sections here. I just read an article about it!”
“So why would they want Ryan?”
“Well…. maybe they…. maybe they’re like my mama’s pals: Dried bony clutches always seeking out young, firm meat.”
“Honey, Ryan carries a gun.”
“So what? Old Mafioso’s are like vampires, they always come back and-”
“Eric.”
“What?”
“How long has it been since you had sex?”
“By myself or with Ryan?”
“With Ryan.”
“Four days. We had a one-for-the-road match just before he had to leave to the airport.”
“And by yourself?”
“Fifteen minutes ago in the bathroom.” Eric groaned and slumped down to the couch. “If he doesn’t come back soon I’ll need a white cane to find my way to the airport.”
“That’s not true.” Valera grinned. “One Lizard Menagerie doesn’t make you blind, trust me.”
“I’m kinda bitter that I’m not ambidextrous….”
“Why?”
“You wouldn’t believe how much exercise my right hand gets when Ryan’s gone.... If I could do that with both hands I would have really impressive biceps…..”
“Normally I would ask for a live demonstration, but I’m busy.” Valera emptied her mug with one gulp. “I’m still working on Calleigh`s case.”
“At least you’ll get paid for overtime.”
“That doesn’t really comfort me when I’m missing the sale at Hooker Heels. By the time I’ll get there there’s nothing left in my size.” A crooked grin showed up on his face. “You need something to take you mind off things?”
“Don’t even ask, I’m not fighting over shoes for you. I know what women are like in sales, and it’s not pretty.”
“Come on…..”
“No, when those chicks are armed with stiletto heels, I’m not going anywhere near them. Those things are dangerous.”
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Ryan`s apartment, Miami
Eric opened the door and a familiar scent invaded the air. Pine scented detergent.
“Quorido?”
“In the bedroom.”
Ryan stepped into the hallway carrying a brush and a bucket filled with foamy water. He leaned close to give Eric a small peck on the cheek.
“You’ve been gone two weeks that’s all I get?”
“I was gone for four days. And you would get a good sex session against the wall if you hadn’t turn this place into a pigsty. I know you keep your own place looking like a hostel for demented one-armed garden gnomes, but you do not do that here.”
“Garden gnomes?”
“I’m jet lagging, I don’t need to make sense. What have you been doing in that bed?”
“Sleeping…..”
“The sheets look like someone had sixteen-in-bed orgies there.”
“It’s all mine, every single stain!”
“I believe that. And I can even understand that, but I can’t understand why you had to jerk off in the kitchen.”
“I was making coffee and then I had this nice little flashback about that time we got on the table with a bowlful of cookie dough and it got kinda…. out of hand.”
“I know, I had to scrub that table for ten minutes before I got those stains off.”
“I was gonna clean up before you….” Eric paused. “Wait a minute. Why are you here?”
“I live here.”
“I mean why now? You said you were coming on the night flight.”
“I took the earlier flight, I wanted to surprise you.”
“Awwww….”
“And instead I arrived to the Chamber of Horrors.”
“The place is just a little bit messy.” Eric bit on his bottom lip. “Okay, that is your version of Chamber of Horrors.”
“And you should know better. Because of that you won`t get any attention until this mess is cleaned up.” Ryan grabbed the mop from the closet and shoved it over to Eric. “Get started.”
“Okay, okay. I made a mess, I’ll clean it up.”
“Thank you. And more one thing.”
“What?”
“Purely for entertainment purposes, you’ll do it naked.”
“I’ll do it what?”
“Naked. I spend four days away and I didn’t even get angry when I saw the state of the place, I deserve some visual foreplay.” Ryan went to the living room and got comfortable on the couch. “Start mopping and make sure your butt wiggles.”
Chapter 30