Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 36 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg, Flack / Hawkes)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 36
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 Chapter 35
“I’ll take notes.” Hawkes picked a pad and pen from the table and leaned closer to Don’s phone, which was currently laying on the coffee table. “Okay, what’s the first item?”
“Location.” Greg’s voice echoed from the speaker. “And good idea to write this down. Do we need to sign it with blood?”
“Ink’s enough.” Don assured. “How bout Nick`s place? He`s got a nice big bed.”
“Okie dokie. Time and duration?”
“Do we have to estimate the duration?” Hawkes gave Don a panicked glance. “I’d rather not…”
“I meant: Are you gonna spend the night or leave after the dessert?”
“Well…”
“You can stay in the guest room if you want. It’s not a good idea to drive after sex. It’s like driving while drunk, not that I’ve ever done that.”
“Well, if you don’t mind-”
“Of course we don’t mind. We’re very generous hosts, Don can vouch for that.”
“That’s true.” Don smirked. “What else?”
“Allergies.”
“What do you mean?” Hawkes interrupted. “Like latex allergy?”
“I meant food, and it’s nice to see you’re already getting into the mood.”
“What about food?”
“Any limitations? Allergies, something that causes unpleasant bodily reactions?”
“No, and why do you want to know?”
“What did you think we were gonna do? Get naked and get on with it? When I talked with Don we planned a dinner and a movie first.”
“Is that… normal?”
“How would I know? This isn’t exactly my area of expertise. I’m making this up as we go.”
“Can we bring something?”
“Food? No, we’ll handle it.”
“A movie?”
“You have a lousy taste, you’ll just watch what we pick up and be merry.”
“Fine.”
“Colour scheme?”
“What?”
“Are we colour coordinating or just each to his own?”
“I’m not getting dressed up in matching clothes.” Don stated. “No way in Hell.”
“So the style is casual.” Greg continued. “Does it matter when the ultimate purpose is to take them off?”
“I don’t know, you brought it up.”
“Hey, it’s better to cover all the basis in advance! What about accessorising?”
“We just agreed not to dress up-”
“I mean toys and stuff like that. If you got something you want you better bring it yourself just in case.”
“I think the whole “Two more People in the Room” thing is enough.”
“Okay. Limitations?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is there something you don’t wanna do in front of us? Better agree on that too.”
“I…” Hawkes looked at Don and waited for some kind of guidance. “I don’t know…”
“We’ll think about it later.” Don decided. “What’s next?”
“Casting. Each to his own, and no nude frolicking on neighbours yard, unless it has been accepted by both parties.”
“Agreed.”
“What about lawn motors?”
“Lawn motors?”
“Can we borrow neighbours lawn motor?”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, but it felt like a good continuation for that last question.”
“Is that all or can you think anything else?” Don sighed.
“Yeah. What about broadcasting rights?” Greg asked. “And DVD release-”
“Broadcasting?”
“Does that tone mean we can’t keep the camera on?”
“It means you can’t even keep the camera in the same room, let alone on.”
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“Are you gonna come to bed anytime soon?”
Ryan looked up from the next day’s script.
“For the fifth time: Yes, if you let me finish this.”
“Can’t you do that in the morning?”
“I could, but you know what I’m lie when I have to leave something unfinished. Do you really want to try to sleep next to me when I’m like that?”
“With or without travel sickness pills?”
“Without.”
“I see your point…” Eric nodded. “Anything I can do to inspire you to finish it quicker?”
“Eric… last time you tried to inspire me, it included an impromptu striptease on the kitchen table.”
“I was really good!”
“That’s what Ms. Goodman said too. After I finally got her to stop screaming.”
“How was I supposed to know you’d bring guest in?”
“I told you she would bring her cat to us for the weekend while was in physical therapy-”
“Yeah, but I thought you would just go and pick up the cat. Lucky I had the gasmask on…”
“It didn’t even look real.”
“What can you expect, it was a prop.” Eric complained. “An why are we talking about mask’s credibility when we could be sleeping?”
“Because you could have caused her a stroke.” Ryan made few notes on the bottom of the page and slammed the stack to the table. “I’m done.”
“Finally! It took almost an hour.”
“I would have done it in ten minutes if you hadn’t interrupted me all the time.”
“I still got my Halloween mask, you want a rerun of the table incidence as a compensation?” Eric smirked. “Without the near heart attack part.”
“Frankenstein stripping… sounds romantic, but let’s save that for tomorrow.”
“Tired?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too.”
“You could have gone to bed, you that sleepy toy to keep you company.”
“You know I got that doll from a bachelor party. I know you know, because you were there too. You’re just jealous I won the competition.”
“You won the “Guess Who Has the Biggest Hooters” contest, which considering the those strippers equipments, should have been called “Guess Who Got the Biggest Implants”, and you won a blow-up doll with real hair and lifelike orifices. That’s not exactly something to brag about. Now that you reminded me about it… You think it’s time to introduce your lady friend to the trashcan?”
“You can’t do that to Fifi! She’s like a victory trophy.”
“Let’s save this conversation for the morning.” Ryan got up and grabbed Eric by the collar. “And not a word about Fifi, or you’ll sleep on the couch.”
Chapter 37 (NC-17)