Fic: Seminar, Chapter 41 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Flack / Warrick, Ryan / Eric, NC-17)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 41
Fandom: CSI / CSI NY, CSI Miami
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
CSI Las Vegas Main List
CSI Miami Main List
CSI New York Main List
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
Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Interlude Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34
Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40
Ryan’s apartment, Miami
“Can we get a dog?” Eric groaned as soon as Ryan had opened the door.
“Right now?”
“I want a dog.” Eric walked in and leaned groggily against the wall. “Really big dog, with teeth and hair.”
“Why?”
“I don’t like people anymore.”
“Let me guess: You closed your case.”
“Yeah.”
“Who was it? The grandpa with a shotgun?”
“Worse.”
“What’s worse than that?”
“The grandma with a shotgun. Poor grandpa didn’t even know she had dumped the body to the kid’s playground.”
“I thought your vic was stabbed to death.”
“She slit his throat and then shot him. When he was already dead.”
“What was the motive?”
“Well, first we thought it had something to do with the vics criminal record, but we were wrong.” Eric sighed. “She thought he was a Nazi infiltrator who was sent here to sabotage our canned food production.”
“Of course….”
“According to the husband they recently switched her medication. I finished my report and then I just took off. When little old ladies start killing people my faith in normality takes a serious blow.”
“This is Miami, we don’t do normal.”
“Anyway, I’m done. I’ll quit the job and start a rabbit farm.”
“I have a feeling you’ll change your mind when you’ve had a good night sleep.”
“No, I wanna go to Kansas and set up a rabbit farm and sit on the veranda with you and Loopie….”
“Who’s Loopie?”
“Our dog! How can you forget our dog just like that? He’s got three legs and all, that’s why he was the all time reject champion of the shelter….”
“Sorry.”
“And then we’ll get totally wasted on moonshine and pass out on the swing….”
“Eric, I don’t think Kansas is quite that rural.”
“Let me keep my dreams! Don’t you like rabbits?”
“Sure.” Ryan tilted his eyes and took a good look at him. “Eric… you got called to the scene in the middle of the night, that’s just exhaustion talking.”
“No, I wanna take you and go away…. Somewhere where their cowbells keep jingling when they guide the sheeps…..”
“I think you’re confusing rabbits, cows, and sheepdogs.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
“Maybe….” Eric’s voice was becoming thick and foggy as sleep decided to take over. He didn’t try to resist when Ryan helped him to bed. He just cuddled up against his pillow like a little kid.
“Querido?”
“Yeah?”
“You wanna start a rabbit farm with me?”
“Anytime, babe.”
“Thanks.”
---------------------------------------------------
Warrick`s apartment, Las Vegas
“Don?”
Silence.
“Where did you go?” Warrick twisted his neck to check the clock on the nightstand. “You’ve been gone for over five minutes!”
“Wait a minute!” Don’s voice boomed from the bathroom.
“You’ve already had five!”
“Okay, I’m back.” Don walked into the bedroom carrying a paper bag.
“Did you somehow turn into a woman? Since when do guys lock themselves into the bathroom when things start moving?”
“I didn’t lock the door.”
“You didn’t need to, because you just left me here cuffed! You don’t cuff me to the headboard, shove that thing inside me and then just take off!”
“It was for a good cause. Good deeds demand preparations.” Don grinned. He sat down on the bed between Warrick`s spread legs. “And I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?”
“What would you like me to do to you?” Don asked with his most innocent voice.
“Don’t even try that boy scout face, you don’t fool me. You’re up to something.”
Don glanced down his own naked body and nodded.
“Yep, definitely up for something.” He jiggled the little toy halfway inside Warrick, making him draw a deep breath. He slowly pulled it all the way out. “Good and open?”
“I hate you….”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t, get on with it.”
“With what?”
“What do you need, an illustrated manual?”
“Sarcasm’s my thing, you just keep your legs spread and beg.”
“You do this every time.” Warrick groaned. "Every time you cuff me, you decide to torture me.”
“You’re really not doing yourself any favours here.” Don grinned. “Keep whining and I’ll keep you waiting.”
Warrick shot him a murderous glare, but snapped his mouth shut.
“That’s better. And like all good boys, you’ll get one of those gold star stickers for that.” Don picked up the paper bag from the floor and pulled out a rather large dildo. “Or would you settle for this?”
“Come on, man!” Warrick complained. “You keep me waiting and then all I get is that?”
“I told you wanted to broaden your horizons.”
“Trying sex toys is not exactly, that doesn’t broaden my horizons one inch.”
“Depends on how you use it.” Don smeared a generous dose of lube on the toy and placed the tip of it on Warrick`s entrance. “I’m gonna have my fun too, don’t worry about that.” He pressed the toy slowly inside.
“Did… did you….?” Warrick gasped. “Did you….?”
“Did I buy you a bigger one? Yeah, I told you I did some shopping yesterday.”
“I…. I thought you meant…. groceries….”
“Those too. You like it?”
“I….” Warrick`s speech seemed to be severely impaired by Don’s hands. One hand was slowly pushing and pulling the toy while his other hand slid up and down Warrick`s cock, teasing more than satisfying.
“Think you can handle phase two?” Don grinned. He pulled his hands away and his bed mate let out a frustrated sigh. Soon the hands were back, this time rolling a condom over Warrick`s member and coating it thickly with lube.
“What are planning?”
“Make a guess.” Don climbed over the man’s body and positioned himself on his knees above him, his legs on both sides of Warrick. “I told you I made some preparations.”
He lowered himself down on Warrick`s member, letting it invade him. He threw his head back and breathed heavily. Warrick tried to lift his head, but the cuff kept his entire upper body against the mattress.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Blue eyes snapped open again. “I’m okay, and pretty soon I’ll be really okay.” Don started to move his body in a peaceful rhythm, keeping his eyes fixed on Warrick`s. He reached back to grab a hold of the toy that was still embedded in Warrick. He trusted it in with the same pace as his own riding.
“My turn to ask: Are you okay?”
“Yeah….” Warrick arched his back to meet Don’s moves. The dual stimulation was almost too much for him. No matter how hard he tried to control himself he was approaching the edge embarrassingly fast. He decided to stop fighting and surrender to Don’s ministrations. He came with a loud howl and his vision turned blurry. White little starts were dancing all over his vision of sight.
Warrick hardly even realised that Don wasn’t far behind, until he exploded, spreading his load on Warrick`s Chest and belly. He waved in own haze, trying not to slump down and squash the other man.
“I told you….”
“What?” Warrick tried to fixed his hazy eyes back on Don’s.
“I told you you’ll be a great top when you put you mind into it. Even when you’re not on top.”
“So what is this? A training program?”
“Yeah. Keep going like that and you’ll get your degree in…. few decades.”
“Well….” Warrick couldn’t stop his laughter. “I’m a patient man.”
---------------------------------------------------
Ryan’s apartment, Miami
“Morning.” Ryan greeted and got up to pour a cup of coffee. Eric simply slumped down on one of the kitchen chairs and took a long sip from the mug.
“I feel like I’ve been sleeping for a decade.”
“Almost. Fourteen hours.”
“Really? What time is it?”
“Ten in the morning, and it’s Saturday so don`t worry. We don’t need to go to work.”
“Can we go back to bed?”
“You’re still tired?”
“I didn’t say anything about sleeping. I was hoping for a some early morning delight….”
“It’s a bit too late for that. Are you sure you don’t want to select Loopie from the animal shelter?”
“Who’s Loopie?”
“He’s the dog you wanted last night?”
“He is? And I did?”
“That was right before you decided to quit the job, move to Kansas and start a rabbit farm.”
“Rabbit farm?”
“Yeah.”
“I don`t remember any of that…. And I don’t know anything about rabbits. Except how to fuck like rabbits.”
“That’s not the kind of breakfast talk that goes well with your sheepdog-cow-rabbit hybrid.”
“What the hell did I say last night?”
“I’ll tell you later. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to pass out on the veranda with me and a three-legged dog called Loopie?”
“Forget I asked, I don’t wanna know.”
Chapter 42