Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 35 (CSI, Flack / Hawkes, Ryan / Eric)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 35
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 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34
“Itchy?”
“Yeah…” Hawkes grinded his back against the backrest of the couch and scratched his stomach through his shirt. “The doctor said it’s normal after the stitches are removed, it’ll go away.”
“Is it okay to scratch it?”
“I’m not scratching it, I’m just…”
“Scratching it.”
“The relief doesn`t last long, I gotta keep scratching.”
“Don’t come crying to me when you tear something open.” Don slumped down on the couch and grabbed the TV remote. “Any preferences?”
“Something totally empty-headed… I don’t want anything that requires thinking.”
“Exactly what I wanted.” Don snapped the TV and started channel surfing. He finally paused in a middle of a scene where two teenagers were getting hot and heavy on a backseat of a car.
“Is it me or do they get younger every year?”
“No, we get older. You know when was the first time I realised I wasn’t twenty something anymore?”
“How would I know?”
“When they had one of those “where are they now” on, and they did 21 Jump Street. I kept thinking: I was ten when that show started, it can’t be that long ago. And then I did the math and realised it was that long ago.”
“Think about it this way…” Hawkes smirked and shimmed against the couch to lift his legs on Don’s lap. “Eighties is in again.”
“I’m a kid of the late seventies.” Don reminded. “Most of the eighties is just a foggy memory.”
“I knew someone who said the same thing, but that fogginess was mostly drug induced.” Hawkes`s fingers crept back to scratch his belly. “When did they start showing stuff like that on TV? Outside the porn channels.”
“You can’t even see anything.” Don laughed. “They just showed windows getting fogged, not the most smutty thing on TV.”
“Guess not…”
“What’s that tone?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me or I’ll shut down the TV.”
“Fine, but don’t take it personally.”
“Is it personal?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll take it personally. What is it?”
“After your crash… when we broke up.”
“What about it?”
“That guy, whatever his name is…”
“Danny.”
“Danny. How far did it go with Danny?”
“Couple kisses.”
“So you didn’t…?”
“Do the one-armed man-manoeuvres? Nope.”
“Good. I mean, it’s none of my business, but…”
“I didn’t have sex when were weren’t together. Unless you count that thing with Nick and Greg, but I was more like a non-speaking extra.”
“Owww!”
“What? Did you tear something?”
“No! Don’t say stuff like that when I’m scratching, I almost tore my scar open!”
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“Stop.”
“Ryan.”
“Querido, people are looking.”
“Babe, you look ready to light up a cigarette.”
“Did you say something?” Ryan finally reacted.
“Quite a few times. I know you like cleaning and cleanliness and all that, but when we go to a restaurant you can just ask them to get you new utensils, you don’t need to start scrubbing them.”
“There was a stain-”
“You kept scrubbing that same fork for ten minutes.”
“It couldn’t have been more than five. And the stain’s still here!”
“Babe…” Eric groaned and grabbed the fork from him. “That’s not a stain, that part of the engraving.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Look at it. "Aeneas", your stain is the loop of the S.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah.”
“Next time we’ll go somewhere where they don’t have engraved utensils.”
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“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” Hawkes leaned heavily forward and took deep breaths. “I can’t believe I’m living with a guy who jumps into bed with our friends. How the hell am I supposed to look them in the eye again?”
“I’ve looked at them down below, and I’ve never had any problems.”
“That’s… that’s…”
“Can you say you’ve wanted to have some fun with the guys?”
“They guys? How many times have you fooled around with the guys? Do I meet your guys everyday and I don’t even know about it?”
“Just that one time.”
“I thought Nick and Greg were seriously together!”
“They are.” Don shrugged. “It was just fun. You wanna try?”
“Getting it on with Nick and Greg? No, I don’t wanna try it!”
“I would be there too!”
“And what? I lay on my back while you all take turns?”
“Don’t look like that. It would be BYOG.”
“You mean BYOB.”
“No. Bring Your Own Guy.”
“So we wouldn’t…?”
“I don’t think so.” Don mused and flipped his cell phone open. “We can ask…”
“Are you serious?”
“Could be fun.” Don`s finger’s snaked across Hawkes`s belly till it reached the surgery scar. He rubbed it carefully and Hawkes arched his back against his hand. “Getting you hot and ready and begging, while they’re doing they’re own thing… Them watching me fucking you to the mattress…”
“Why do you have to make sleazy sound so sleazy?”
“You should see your face… You wanna try it.”
“I’m not showing off my scars, especially in front of people we’ll see all the time.”
“Think about them as battle scars.” Don suggested and slid his hand under the man’s shirt. “You want me to call and ask?”
“Can I keep my shirt on?”
“No, but you can keep me on.”
“If that was supposed to sound exciting-”
“You want me to call and ask?”
“Call.” Hawkes placed his hand on top of Don’s and pressed it against the itching skin. “And scratch.”
Chapter 36