Fic: Addictive, Chapter 2/6 (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko)
Title: Addictive, Chapter 2/6
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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Chapter 1/6
Eric snapped awake and stared at the ceiling for few minutes before he realised it wasn’t his own bedroom ceiling. He closed his eyes for a while and enjoyed the leisurely feel of the bright sunshine coming through the blinds.
“I’m leaving now.” Ryan’s voice announced. Then the man himself appeared at the door, jiggling his keys and wallet in his hand. “I’ll be gone for couple hours.”
“At a Saturday morning?” Eric grinned lazily. “Come back here and wake me up for good.”
Ryan crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. The annoyed expression he had often given Eric at the lab was taking over his face, and the only thing differentiating this variation from the regular one was his unusually casual clothing. Revealing tears on his worn and torn jeans briefly stole Eric’s attention.
“Are you even listening?”
“Tell me you don’t wear any underwear under those and you’ll make my day.”
“Delko, focus and listen to me. I’ll be gone for couple hours and when I come back, I expect you to be gone.”
“Gone where?”
“I don’t care.” Ryan paused and nailed his eyes to the floor. “I told you last night that we’re done. And I meant it.”
“You’ve said that before-”
“I know, but this time it’s final.” Ryan looked up. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Of course you can, you just proved it last night and I got another date with Michelle-”
“No matter how good the sex is, I gotta put an end to this. It’s not healthy.” Ryan fiddled with his keys and turned his eyes away from Eric. “I can’t deal with this anymore.”
“What do you have to deal with?” Eric complained, sounding like a whiney child. “Good times without the other hassle and you don’t even need to come to me!”
“Exactly. You show up and I give in and then you walk out again and the whole circle starts all over again. I have my faults, but I deserve better than to be an afterthought when you come back from your dates.” Ryan turned around and walked out of the bedroom. Half a minute later the slam of the front door announced his departure.
“Fine, be a bitch!” Eric yelled after him. “But don’t come crying to me when you can’t get laid!” He slumped back against the pillows. “And why the hell am I talking here by myself.” Eric pulled of the covers and gave his morning hard-on an apologetic pat. “Present company excluded.”
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Eight hours Later
“How bout we just watch TV or something?” Michelle pulled a satin robe on to cover herself. “You want me to try again?”
“I swear, it worked just fine last night…” Eric stroked himself, trying to awake the flaccid member, but man’s best friend ignored his attempts.
“I know, I was there, remember?”
“No, I mean after that.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, work with me here.” Eric gave her desperate puppy eyes. “Gimme some material to work on.”
“Okay, but this is kinda like beating a dead horse…” She pulled her robe open and jiggled her assets. “Anything?”
“No…” A layer of cold sweat was drying on Eric’s forehead.
“Are you on some kinda medication?”
“No!”
“You didn’t have any problems last night. What’s different?”
“If I knew it you would be screaming your lungs out right now with your legs in the air!”
“Well, it has nothing to do with me.” Michele closed her robe and flipped her hair back. “If a guy can’t get it up, it’s his fault. My girls have never failed me.”
“I can get it up, he just needs some warming up first!”
“He didn’t need any stretching last night!”
“Could you actually do something instead of pointing fingers at me?” Eric stated. “Help me!”
“I already did everything I can do. If I don’t get you going, you better go see a doctor.”
“My little CSI doesn’t need a doctor, he just needs some-” A sudden thought occurred to him. “Can you cross your arms?”
“Why?”
“I just wanna try something.”
Michelle sighed deeply and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Now look like I’m a piece of compost stinking up the place. You know, grumpy and disapproving.”
“Like this?”
“Kinda like that. Can you do that little frowny thing with your forehead?” Eric bit his bottom lip and glared down. Delko Junior was slowly awakening from his slumber. “We’re getting there… don’t do any sudden movements or you’ll scare him…”
“Then how are we supposed to do anything-”
“Say Delko.”
“What?”
“Say Delko.”
“Listen… I know guys like to hear a gal call his name in bed, but not until we’re actually doing something.”
“That’s it! That’s the tone!”
“What?”
“Say my name with that tone. Condescending, and annoyed and like you wanna strangle me.”
“Delko.”
“Oh yeah…!” Eric exclaimed. His cock was quickly hardening and he stroked the little fellow very gingerly, trying to encourage it with positive feedback. “We’re back in business.”
“Delko.”
“Keep saying that!”
“Delko, get your clothes on and take a hike.”
“What?”
“I don’t know what this is about, but whatever it is, it’s too weird for me.”
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Twenty minutes Later
“Open the door right now!” Eric pounded on the door. “This is your fault!”
Finally Ryan pulled the door open.
“Shut up, all my neighbours can hear you.”
Eric looked down. The reaction had come as soon as Ryan had opened the door and he could feel himself becoming hard again.
“I don’t know what kinda brainwashing voodoo you used on me when I was asleep, but you’re gonna undo it right now.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You messed with my head! You know what I had in front of me an hour ago?”
“I don’t wanna know.”
“A woman! A pretty one. Long dark hair, nice boobs and laying there ready for the taking, and then you did your little sabotage!”
“Are you drunk?”
“No! That I could understand, but I was sober and I couldn’t get it going!” Eric paused to breathe. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’ve never seen a psychotic break before, it’s almost interesting.”
“I’m not insane! This is all your fault! You guilt tripped my wingman to lash out!”
“Right…” Ryan deadpanned. “Last night when you were asleep, I waved a little pocket watch in front of him and hypnotised him.”
“I’m in no mood for your humour, Wolfe! Undo it!”
“Maybe I should have been more clear about this, so I’ll spell it out for you now: I don’t want you to show up at my door for sex or for your insane rambling.” He slammed the door shut. Eric rang the doorbell again, but Ryan seemed determined to keep him out. Inside Eric’s jeans his Chairman of the Board was doing his best to break out of the denim confines.
Eric glared down at his own bulge.
“Seriously? That gets you going?” He leaned against the wall and hit his head against it, over and over again. “Maybe he was right, I’m going insane…”
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