Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 29 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 29
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Don Flack / Sheldon Hawkes
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Summery: Six months later. Some things have changed, some things are exactly the same.
Sequel to Soaps R Us:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 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 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (NC-17) Chapter 5 (NC-17) Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 (NC-17) Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 (NC-17) Chapter 17 (NC-17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 (NC-17) Chapter 27 Chapter 28
“Do we have any earplugs?”
“How would I know, this is your place.” Greg stated and took a big bite from his sandwich. “And you can’t even hear anything.”
“I know they’re there and I know what they’re doing on my couch, that’s enough.”
“Is this like a cat thing?”
“What thing?”
“Cat thing. You know when they mark their teratology? Maybe you think you’ve marked the couch by watching your games on it, fooling around on it-”
“I’m not a tomcat.”
“Now another guy marked the couch by screwing on it, and you feel like he’s trying to take away your territory. But worry not, the answer is simple: When they’re done, we’ll lock them to the guestroom and re-mark the couch.”
“Should we tell them to hurry up?”
“Yeah, we could take them some milk and cookies too. And some extra condoms just in case they ran out.”
“That better be a joke.”
“It was. Cucumber?”
“What?”
“On your sandwich.” Greg started constructing another sandwich.
“I can’t eat when I know what’s happening in there.”
“Fine, more for me.”
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“How come you don’t cut yourself?”
“A lot of practise.” Ryan finished cutting the pork and added the small pieces to the oven pan. “It’s all about rhythm.”
“Every time someone does that chop-chop-choppity-chop, I start thinking about that movie…” Eric mused and frowned in deep thought. “…I can’t remember the name.”
“Then it probably wasn’t very good.”
“It was about this mild mannered housewife, who has a dark side-”
“Are you sure it wasn’t a porn movie?”
“Yeah, she couldn’t remember anything about her past, and then when she was making dinner she started to do that really quick choppety-chop, and she was sure she had been a cook.”
“Was she right?”
“No, she was an assassin, who had worked for the government.”
“What does that have to do with my cooking?”
“Nothing, you just did that choppety-cop. I was making conversation.”
“About assassins.”
“About chopping. She could throw a tomato into the air and nail it to the wall with a butcher’s knife.”
“Was there multiple cuts?”
“Yeah…”
“Then it was a trickshot. Butter.”
“Wait a sec…” Eric pulled a packet of butter from the fridge. “You’re not going light with that.”
“I work behind the camera, no one cares what I look like.”
“I wasn’t complaining, it all goes to the right place.” Eric’s hand wandered down Ryan’s back, and settled on his butt. “And you usually give me some hardcore exercise afterwards.”
“Not for few hours, it’s like going for a swim right after a meal.”
“What about before?”
Ryan leaned down to shove the pan into the oven.
“You want to go for a swim?”
“You said it will take two hours till the food’s ready.” Eric leered. "We could work it off before we start eating."
“What do you have in mind?”
“Some breaststrokes in the deep end.”
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“What the hell are they doing?” Nick pressed his ear against the living room door.
“Calm down.”
“They’ve been there for an hour! And they started before we got here!”
“Nicky-”
“Maybe I should get a hose and-”
“Nicky! If you didn’t mind having a threesome with a friend who had his arm in a cast, you shouldn’t be so quick to judge.”
“That has nothing to do with this. Don was here as a quest, he didn’t sneak in when we were away.”
“You sound like an outraged parent.” Greg laughed and got up to pour himself more coffee.
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“I do?” Nick pondered about it for a minute. “I do.”
“Except that Warrick`s not your teenage daughter and Danny didn’t climb in through the window. You can’t get upset if people do the same things you do.”
“I know, double standards.”
“When you add your old Texas sensibilities to the mix, it has to be at least quadruple standards.”
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“Eric? Wake up.”
“Did I fell asleep…?” Eric groaned sleepily. “Tell me I fell asleep after the deed and not before.”
“After two rounds.” Ryan confirmed and leaned down to place something on Eric’s hand. “Since swimming got you so excited, I dug that up from the bathroom cabinet.”
“A rubber ducky…”
“Same one you got for me on our honeymoon.”
“You’re a real softie…” Eric smirked. “Come here…”
“Later, food’s ready.”
“Meat?”
“Pork.”
“Good enough to get out of bed.”
“You’d get up for leftover pizza.”
“Little sympathy for the exhausted here. I let you practise your sidestroke and doggie paddle on me.”
“And backstroke.” Ryan reminded with a wide grin. “Get up, before the food gets cold.”
Chapter 30