Fic: White Light, Chapter 16 (CSI Miami, Eric Delko / Ryan Wolfe, NC-17)
Title: White Light, Chapter 16
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Notes: Inspired by the movie Just Like Heaven
CSI Miami Main List
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
Ryan took a carefully step in and Eric closed the door behind them. Ryan went from one room to the next, a deep frown on his face.
“Well?”
“Did you change something here?” Ryan eyed the bedroom suspiciously. “There was a moving box in that corner.”
“Yeah, my need for clean underwear finally overrun my hate for unpacking.”
“Everything else is… just like it was in my dreams. Except… something else is different too…”
“I had to change the sheets after a wet dream.” Eric grinned. “You were the main star.”
“You’re gonna have to explain that.” Ryan moved on to the living room, observing every little detail. He noticed a DVD case on the coffee table and picked it up. “Austin Powers?”
“Not the third one.”
“You mean the one where they-”
“-all sing and dance in the beginning.” Eric finished for him. “You hated it, I know.”
“How did you know that?” Ryan’s smirk disappeared and it was replaced by a grimace. He sunk onto the couch, leaning forward to rub his leg.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a cramp. I shouldn`t be so much on my feet yet.”
“How bad is it?”
“Just wait a minute, it’ll go away.”
Eric kneeled down between the man’s legs and pulled his shoes off. He mentally marked the spot Ryan was rubbing and placed his hand of top of Ryan.
“I got it, I’m good at foot rubs.”
“Do they normally include cramps?” Ryan gritted through his teeth.
“I’m already between your legs, I might as well get something done down here.”
Ryan gave up and pulled his hands back. Eric rubbed the sore muscle through Ryan’s jeans to warm it up a bit, then he started to massage it gently. He could hear Ryan doing his best to hold back his gasps, but a quick look up showed that the look on his face was still painful. Eric sunk his thumbs into contracting muscle, slowly moving against it.
The sound of Ryan’s gasps was changing as the pain subsided. Eric kept his movements light to avoid more pains than was necessary and looked up. Ryan had pulled of his denim jacket, a thick layer of sweat running down his hairline.
“This would be easier without the jeans.”
“Where have I hear that before…” Ryan groaned, but pulled his zipper down and lifted his hips so Eric could pull the jeans down to his ankles. He went on with his ministrations, trying not to stare at the pale skin. His gaze crawled up Ryan thigh all the way to edge of his boxers before he pulled it back down to his own hands. Watching Ryan the previous day had been torture, but touching took the temptation to a whole new height.
As if to make the situation worse, Ryan’s moans had become louder. The tone had switched from agony to… Eric’s minded filled the blanks. He had heard the same breathy moans when they had kissed on the same couch. Eric didn’t need to look down to know what was going on. His cock was pushing against its confines, demanding attention.
“Eric…?” Ryan gasped. His head was thrown back against the backrest. “I think it helped.”
“Is it better now?”
“Yeah… it’s better.”
Eric’s eyes went from Ryan’s leg up to his face and down again.
“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
He started moving up, massaging the firm flesh of Ryan’s thigh. He paused when he reached his boxers. The bulge underneath the straining fabric was a clear sign that he wasn’t alone with his reactions.
“You stopped…” Ryan gasped and his voice sounded almost disappointed.
“No, I… I was planning my strategy.” Eric moved his hand upwards to rub the member inside the blue bowers. “Strategic retreat or full attack on all fronts?”
“Focus on one front at a time…” Ryan commented. “And if you keep stalling, I’ll start wondering if you got the qualifications to run this kinda manoeuvres.”
Eric grabbed the waistband of the boxers and pulled them off, Ryan helpfully lifting himself to make the move easier. Eric dumped the underwear on the floor and turned to take his first good look at Ryan’s cock. It was pulsing against Ryan’s belly, and Eric measured it with his eyes. He was slightly longer than average, but the thickness made Eric worried. He grabbed the thick shaft and stroked him tentatively. Ryan’s reaction was instantaneous, he moaned loudly, sounding desperate for more contact.
Eric leaned forward and brought his lips down, wrapping them around the head of the cock. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, and slid his lips down the shaft, taking in as much as he could. Ryan’s hips suddenly thrusted up, and Eric had to pull back.
“Sorry.” Ryan panted. The sudden movements seemed to have surprised him too. “I didn’t mean to… it’s been a while.”
“No harm done.” Eric went back to stroking him. “It’s kind of a mouthful.”
“Sorry-”
“That was a compliment.” He assured. “I’m gonna have a really sore jaw in the morning.” He leaned closer and licked the sensitive underside of the member. Ryan’s apologies stopped right away. Eric worked his way up to tip and tried again, this time placing his other hand on Ryan’s hip to keep him still. He quickly figured out how he could work with Ryan’s girth, and the hands roving through his short hair, encouraging him to continue.
He was too focused on his task to hear the words Ryan was gasping out. Panted words turned into a long, groan and Ryan exploded into his mouth. Eric instinctively swallowed the salty release and milked out everything Ryan had to give. Finally he let the spent cock fell out of his mouth with a wet plop.
“Should I remember us doing this too?”
“No.” Eric stated. “And you would remember if we had, believe me.”
“Sorry I came so fast…” Ryan looked embarrassed. “It’s been a while… even before the shooting.”
“I had fun.” Eric grinned and climbed up from the floor to kiss the man.
“Come here.” Ryan grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to straddle Ryan’s lap, his knees on both sides of the man’s hips. He started to unbutton Eric’s jeans when his cellphone rang. He pulled it out of the pocket of his coat and dumped the coat to the back of the couch. Ryan quickly checked the caller ID and shoved the phone between the couch cushions, effectively muting the ringing.
“Who was it?”
“Uncle Ron, and he can wait.” Ryan tore The remaining buttons of Eric jeans at once, and shoved his hand in to grab Eric’s cock. “You know why I like this?” He brought his other hand around Eric’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “I can kiss you anytime I want.”
He pulled Eric’s dick out of his jeans and wrapped his hand around it, stroking it slowly as he held Eric’s lips against his own. The sensation of Ryan’s lips and his hands made Eric whimper embarrassingly, but Ryan didn’t seem to mind. His to ouch was beginning to have an effect and Eric came whimpering and shuddering. He was reasonably sure he hadn’t come so fast since he had been fifteen.
“That was… comforting.” Ryan chuckled. “Long time for you too?”
“No, I jerked off last night.”
“I didn’t need to know that.”
“Your fault, you did your little shower show.”
“Eric?” Ryan gave him a pat on the butt. “Normally I wouldn’t mind, but would you get off me? My legs are starting to hurt again.”
“Sorry.” Eric got up as quickly as possible considering his jeans were hanging around his knees. “You got another cramp?”
“No, but you’re not exactly a lightweight.” Ryan got up too and leaned down to pick up his boxers and jeans.
“Do you need to rest your legs?”
“Probably a good idea.” Ryan grimaced and rubbed his temples. “I could try how well your bed fits into my bedroom.”
“Actually… you’ve already been in my bed.”
“I have?” Ryan gave him a confused glare. “You better have one hell of an explanation for all this.”
He grabbed Eric’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom.
Chapter 17