Fic: Soaps R Us, Chapter 13 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg, Flack / Hawkes, NC-17)
Title: Soaps R Us, Chapter 13
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Don Flack / Sheldon Hawkes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Summery: Daytime soap Lights of Vegas has a new head writer. Life and fiction don’t always mix nicely, and the line between the two can be very narrow.
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“Here we are.” Greg stopped the car in front of Nick’s apartment building. “Safe and sound at home.”
“Greg, you can stop that.” Nick chuckled. “All I said was that I want to take this slowly, like a real courtship.”
“Who even uses the word courtship anymore? But anyway, I can flowers and romance, my coy Texan rose.”
“Don’t….”
“I’ll escort you to your door and I’ll give you a demure kiss on the cheek like a real gentleman does with a lady.”
“If I let you come up for a cup of coffee, will you stop that?”
“Just coffee?”
“And possibly some light necking on the couch.”
“Okie, dokie, Nickie.”
“And don’t call me Nickie.”
“Okay, Nicholas, my hunky piece of man from the big D.”
“I already said you can come up, so stop that.”
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A little lick on his nipple snapped Eric out of his sleep. His dream had been nice, but not that nice. The bedroom was pitch-black, due to the heave blackout curtains and the only points of light in the darkness were the bright green numbers of the alarm clock on the nightstand. The warm body next to him was gone but he could hear sounds of movement from the foot of the bed. A pair of hands grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs wide apart.
“Ryan?”
“Too soon?” Ryan’s finger circles Eric’s entrance.
“No, no….” Eric pushed himself against the teasing digit. “Two AM sounds just fine to me.”
“I didn’t mean that.” Ryan chuckled. His finger pushed inside the warm body. “You’re not too sore?”
“Hell no….”
“Just wanted to check.” Ryan pulled out and crawled up his body, placing himself over Eric’s body. He planted small kiss onto the sensitive skin of the man’s neck. After their previous encounter Ryan’s cock sunk into Eric’s body easily, re-stretching the loosened muscles.
Eric wrapped his arms and legs around the man, pulling him as deep inside him as he could. The darkness made other senses perk up. The feel of warm skin against skin. Panting breath against his neck. Deep kisses that followed the rhythm of Ryan’s thrusts.
“Ryan…” Eric panted and waited for the man to plant a wet little kiss on his cheek as a sign of his attention. “I think I’ll… I’ll… I’ll throw away my alarm clock in the morning and…”
“And what?”
“I’ll put you on my nightstand.”
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Sheldon rolled over to his side and groaned loudly. He jumped up to get the weight off his cast covered left hand and fell off the bed. That was when he actually took a look at the room he was in. It was definitely not his own bedroom. He checked his own clothing in a mild panic, but he was still wearing his boxers. He got off the floor and wandered outside. The first room he found was the living room. A pillow and a rumpled blanket were laying on the worn leather couch.
“You awake?”
He followed the voice into the kitchen where Don was busy cooking eggs and bacon.
“Morning.”
“Why am I here?”
“Doctors said you shouldn`t be alone with the concussion and you refused to let me come to your place.”
“So you abducted me.”
“Nope, I said I would take you back to the hospital if you don’t behave.” Don snatched a piece of bacon from the pan. “Hungry?”
“You got anything edible?”
“Right here.”
“And after that you’ll listen your aortas singing a swansong.”
“You want something green?“ Don took a bite from his toast. “I got a dead cactus in the living room.”
“Forget it. Just get me my wallet and keys and my phone and I’ll go home. I gotta get some fresh clothes before I go to work.”
“You’re not going to work, your boss called.”
“You answered my phone?!”
“Yeah. This may come as a shock to you, but I can operate a phone. Sometimes even the TV remote.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I said what your doc told me: You’re gonna be resting for at least three days.”
“You just told them I’m not coming?”
“I told what your doc said and they told me to tell you to take as much time as you need.” He poured a cup of coffee from the steaming pot and offered it to Hawkes. “No one’s irreplaceable.”
“Speak for yourself, I got my desk full of work and they don’t get done by walking around the studio with a gun in my belt like your job.”
“That’s it.” Don slammed the mug against the counter. “I got hit with a baseball bat because you don’t have enough common sense to stay out of a dark parking lot when someone wants to beat you up. I spend the night on the couch so you could get comfortable with you injuries, because you didn’t want me in your place. I made you breakfast and I listened you bitching like a teenage prima donna who didn’t get the right shoes for her birthday, but that`s it. I’m a patient guy, but even I have limits. Congratulations!”
He grabbed Hawkes by his shoulders and shoved him against the wall.
“Congratulations, Hawkes! You finally managed to make me angry.”
For once Sheldon couldn’t come up with anything to say. He just stared at Don who was approached him like predator aiming for the kill. He placed his hands on both sides of Sheldon’s shoulders, locking him in place.
“Believe me. You don’t wanna see me when I really loose it.”
Don grabbed Sheldon’s face with both hands and pressed their lips together. Hawkes`s reaction came right away. The same familiar insanity took over him, just like it had done when they had ended up in the backseat of Don`s car or on Sheldon`s desk. His hands clasped the back of Don’s T-shirt and dipped under it to feel the warm flesh. The feeling was intensive enough to cover the ache of his injured arm.
Don’s palms reached down to grasp the man’s buttocks and Sheldon followed his movement. He wrapped his legs around Don and let him carry him out of the kitchen. When they reached Don`s bedroom ten seconds later, Sheldon already had forgotten every one of the works waiting on his desk.
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“Morning….” Ryan groaned and opened one eye. “We’re still here.”
“Yeah.” Eric agreed. “Still surprised?”
“I’ll probably be surprised by it for a long time.”
“Me too.”
Chapter 14