Fic: Leading by Example, Chapter 6 (CSI NY / Miami, Ryan / Eric, Flack / Hawkes, NC-17)
Title: Leading By Example, Chapter 6
Fandom: CSI Miami / CSI NY
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Sheldon Hawkes / Don Flack
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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“Good thing one of us wanted to make a reservation beforehand or it could have been really embarrassing.” Ryan complained. “How could you make a mistake like that?”
“I don’t know!” Eric sighed and tried to think back. “He said they had some really good steaks, and then he said something about fish.”
“And when I asked you about it you said I misheard it.”
“I honestly thought he said that some guy, who went there said they serve fresh fish.”
“And I shouldn’t have listened to you.”
“Anyone could have made that mistake-”
“Even I heard him right the first time! And I don’t even speak Spanish more than few words.”
“No need to gloat-”
“I asked you if he said that "the last guy who went there sleeps with the fishes", and you said I misheard it.”
“I was talking about food, that guy from the lab was talking about semen samples, and those two from organised crime talked about their raid. You know what it’s like when there’s multiple conversations going on.”
“You get confused.”
“Not all the time.”
“If I hadn’t tried to make reservations beforehand, we would have gone to dine in a shut-down butchers hop, that used to be a front for the mafia.”
“He was talking so fast I got-”
“Confused?”
“You’re just loving this…”
“Spanish is supposed to be your strong point-”
“Can we just agree I was wrong and eat in that place by the pier?”
“So you were…?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Eric?”
“You were right.”
“And you were…?”
“Lost in translation?”
“Nice try. Again.”
“Wrong.”
“And then the whole thing.”
“Can`t we-”
“No.”
“Fine. You were right and I was…”
“You were what?”
“I can’t say it!” Eric exclaimed. “It’s just so against my nature.”
“I know. That’s why we’re practising it.”
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“Are you awake?” Hawkes walked back into the bedroom, wrapping a wet towel around his waist. “I put the alarm on in case we sleep too long.”
“Shelly…” Don stretched his arms over his head and arched his back like a cat. The warmth of sleep was still hanging on to him like a fluffy blanket. “It’s too late to go all modest.”
“What do you mean?”
“That towel. I’ve seen all you got and I wanna see it whenever I get a chance.”
“What do you do?” Hawkes questioned, but peeled the off the offending towel. “Walk around naked in the locker-room?”
“Only when I wanna scare people or make them jealous.”
“Can`t I have a conversation with you, and keep your ego out of it?”
“I just had a good nap and some very good sex with a hunky doctor. I can afford to be smug.”
“I come second after a nap?”
“You wouldn’t, if you had invited me to the shower with you.”
“I did invite you, but you just snored.”
“You could have nudged me or something.”
“I did and you didn’t even react.”
“I wrapped up my case late last night, and when I got home in the morning, Stella kidnapped me and shoved me into a plane.” Don reminded. His expression went from relaxed and chipper to mischievous as he watched Hawkes bending down to pull some clothes from his suitcase. “Oh yeah… that’s it, baby.”
“Could you sound any more like a dirty old man if you tried?”
“Younger than you, but I’m thinking really dirty thoughts right now.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting dressed too? They’re picking us up from outside.”
“How much time do we have?”
“About an hour.”
“Good, get yourself here. I need something to wake me up.”
“So now I’m your alarm clock.”
“Three-legged alarm clock.” Don reached his hand for him and Hawkes gave up. He crawled onto the bed and tilted his head down to give Don a quick kiss.
“Are you awake now?”
“Not yet.”
Hawkes glanced down.
“Don’t try to fool me when the evidence is right there.”
“That happens when you wake a man up.” Don’s arms travelled around the man’s waist and pulled him down to straddle Don’s hips. “You caused it so you’ll fix it.”
“Are you gonna be like this when we get back to New York?”
“When we get back home, we gotta go back to work. I’m going to enjoy this as long as we can.” His fingers trailed down Sheldon’s spine, heading down to cup his buttocks and slowly massaged the firm muscles. “I got Monday and Tuesday off so I’ll be here as long as you are.”
“The trial may take longer than-”
“But you’ll do your thing on Monday.”
“They just said early next week…” Hawkes moaned as fingertips slid across his entrance. Their first time had been hard and fast, the second time slower and both men had taken their time getting familiar with every little inch of each other. Hawkes pushed back against the teasing digits. He could already feel his own cock reaching the same level of excitement as Don’s. “I wondered about something…”
“What?”
Hawkes grabbed a bottle that was waiting on the nightstand and reached behind his back to press it to Don’s hand.
“You left in a hurry, but you had time to pack lube?”
“No, I bought it when I got off the plane.” Don grinned and his fingers returned to tease Hawkes, this time covered with a coat of lubrication. “I knew that if things were gonna go the way I wanted, we wouldn’t get out of bed for a while.” His finger invaded Hawkes and the man let out a little whimper.
“Too soon?”
“Little sore…” Hawkes bit his bottom lip and willed himself to relax. He rocked slowly against the single finger. His body slowly welcomed the invasion and the soreness turned from slightly uncomfortable to a growing sense of pleasure. “Go on.”
“Are you sure? If you’re too sore-”
“As much as I like this softie side of you, I know what I can take.”
“Yeah, but I got a lot for you to take.” Don added a second finger and stretched the muscles around the digits.
“You’re so full of yourself…”
“Couple hours ago you were full of me. Twice.” The statement was overshadowed by a third finger making its way inside Hawkes`s body. “Are you warmed up?”
Hawkes nodded shakily and fished a condom out of the torn packed on the nightstand. He ripped the wrapper off and handed it over to Don. He didn’t bother to look behind him to see the ministrations, instead he looked down at the pair of blue eyes and wandered how long they could have been doing this. For someone who prided himself as a smart man and a perfectionists in the positive sense of the word, it had taken a lot for him to see the signs. Don’s hands grasped his hips and guided him above the hard cock. Hawkes pushed down against it and Don closed the rest of the gap between them. He moved slowly, holding Sheldon by his hips and thrust inside him. Hawkes placed his hands on Don’s chest for leverage and took over, riding him with slow pace, enjoying the friction of the controlled moves. Don took his rhythm from him and they moved in sync.
His eyes were fixed on Don’s, using him as a point of focus to keep himself under control. A loud music started playing and Hawkes froze mid-thrust. The stunned look on Don’s face told him he wasn’t the only one hearing voices. Both men turned to look at the clock radio on the nightstand and bursted out in laughter. A brisk country song was booming from the small speakers.
“I love cowboy style as much as the next guy…” Don started when his laughter finally subsided. “… but I’m not fucking you with that song playing in the background.”
“I forgot the alarm was on.” Hawkes slammed his hand down on the clock radio and the music stopped. “Where was I?”
“Right here.” Don resumed his earlier rhythm and Sheldon followed his example. The interruption was soon forgotten and the heat of the Miami summer slicked their moves with sweat. Slippery skin against another.
Hawkes threw his head back to moan. Don’s thrusts were hitting the tender spot inside him over and over again, blacking out his mind. He just moved along with Don, letting him run the show. His own hard cock was bouncing against his abdomen and the growing pressure was becoming too much. He leaned back, arching his back and bringing his hands to lay on Don thighs. One more thrust shoved him over the edge and he came, spilling his load on Don’s belly. The member buried inside him twitched and Don’s low moan revealed he had reached the finishing line.
Don brought his hand up to cup the back of Sheldon’s head and pulled him down to lay against him.
“You’ll need another shower…” Don’s breathing was laboured as he pressed small kisses along the man’s neck. “And this time I expect an invitation.”
“I invited you last time-”
“You need to get my attention first before you ask me anything. Like now: I’m awake and you got my full attention.”
Chapter 7 (NC-17)