[fic] Touché | CSI: Miami | Ryan/Eric
Title: Touché
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 567
Fandom/Claim: CSI: Miami
Characters: Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe
Prompt: Table 7 - Fluff
09. Playful
Warnings/Spoilers: Nothing that I can see o.O
Disclaimer: These boys ain't mine...you'd know if they were *grin*
A/N: Thanks to an all around coconscious, I’ve gone and done a sequel to Let Me Be. This time it’s Ryan’s turn *evil grin*
True to his word, Eric was found in DNA. Ryan hovered outside the lab for a moment, watching the Latino chat happily with Valera as he awaited the results he needed.
Both glanced up as the door opened and Ryan entered with a grin Eric considered much too playful for his well being. He had expected Ryan to get him back for the little stunt he’d pulled, but he never expected him to come looking so soon.
“Hi Ryan,” the older man said, none of the apprehension he felt internally showing through.
“Hey,” Ryan said in such a casually seductive tone it almost made Eric tackle him right then.
Almost.
“Hey, Maxine?” Ryan said, turning to the lab teck, “Mind if I have a word alone with Eric?”
Valera sighed in her annoyance, but complied. It wasn’t the first time the CSIs had kicked her out of her own lab. What did it matter, she wanted a coffee anyways.
Eric’s eyes followed the woman out of the lab before falling back on Ryan. He grinned almost innocently as Ryan advanced.
He was still sporting that damned smile.
“Any results yet?”
Eric was stunned by how casual Ryan was keeping the conversation.
“Uh...n…no. None yet. You know how this goes,” Eric said with a shrug. He hoped he hadn’t stumbled over his words too much. He tried to mirror Ryan’s casual demeanor, but he just couldn’t.
“That’s too bad, we’re just hitting dead ends everywhere.”
Ryan slowly moved his way around the lab, as if he were a predator circling his prey. It was then Eric realized that Wolfe was a perfectly suitable name for his younger coworker.
Trying to still appear nonchalant and completely unbothered by the predatorial looks he was receiving, Eric took a step back, only to find himself pressed against a filing cabinet. He folded his arms and leaned back. He had meant to do that.
Why wouldn’t he have meant to do that?
He couldn’t let Ryan get to him. He was supposed to get to Ryan.
Ryan moved closer still, pausing briefly at the computer to stare at the screen. He seemed less then fascinated by watching the many faces zoom by.
His attentions soon returned to Eric. He faced the man, cocking his head to the side as if studying him.
Eric had to remind himself to keep breathing as Ryan licked his lips in a way that was much too seductive.
He took a step forward, and Eric knew he was trapped.
But it didn’t matter, he had Ryan right where he wanted him.
Didn’t he?
Their chests were nearly touching when Ryan stopped moving. He leaned forward. It really didn’t matter who saw them now.
The playful smirk wound its way back onto his lips.
Eric couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter shut, expecting the feel of Ryan’s lips against his.
His eyes snapped open when he felt Ryan straightening out his shirt collar.
“It was bothering me,” he said in a low voice. He backed away, still smiling. “Maybe Calleigh has had some better luck…”
Ryan turned and mimicked the swaying saunter Eric had used on him earlier.
Eric let out all his breath in one whoosh, unaware he’d been holding it in until that moment. His eyes trailed Ryan through the glass walls of the lab until he was out of sight.
This meant war.
A/N: Omg…I just set myself up for a third part of this story! Jeeze, will the flirting ever cease?!
Well, it will eventually, but I’ve got a few more thoughts for this yet XD I’ll try and get more done soon.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 567
Fandom/Claim: CSI: Miami
Characters: Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe
Prompt: Table 7 - Fluff
09. Playful
Warnings/Spoilers: Nothing that I can see o.O
Disclaimer: These boys ain't mine...you'd know if they were *grin*
A/N: Thanks to an all around coconscious, I’ve gone and done a sequel to Let Me Be. This time it’s Ryan’s turn *evil grin*
True to his word, Eric was found in DNA. Ryan hovered outside the lab for a moment, watching the Latino chat happily with Valera as he awaited the results he needed.
Both glanced up as the door opened and Ryan entered with a grin Eric considered much too playful for his well being. He had expected Ryan to get him back for the little stunt he’d pulled, but he never expected him to come looking so soon.
“Hi Ryan,” the older man said, none of the apprehension he felt internally showing through.
“Hey,” Ryan said in such a casually seductive tone it almost made Eric tackle him right then.
Almost.
“Hey, Maxine?” Ryan said, turning to the lab teck, “Mind if I have a word alone with Eric?”
Valera sighed in her annoyance, but complied. It wasn’t the first time the CSIs had kicked her out of her own lab. What did it matter, she wanted a coffee anyways.
Eric’s eyes followed the woman out of the lab before falling back on Ryan. He grinned almost innocently as Ryan advanced.
He was still sporting that damned smile.
“Any results yet?”
Eric was stunned by how casual Ryan was keeping the conversation.
“Uh...n…no. None yet. You know how this goes,” Eric said with a shrug. He hoped he hadn’t stumbled over his words too much. He tried to mirror Ryan’s casual demeanor, but he just couldn’t.
“That’s too bad, we’re just hitting dead ends everywhere.”
Ryan slowly moved his way around the lab, as if he were a predator circling his prey. It was then Eric realized that Wolfe was a perfectly suitable name for his younger coworker.
Trying to still appear nonchalant and completely unbothered by the predatorial looks he was receiving, Eric took a step back, only to find himself pressed against a filing cabinet. He folded his arms and leaned back. He had meant to do that.
Why wouldn’t he have meant to do that?
He couldn’t let Ryan get to him. He was supposed to get to Ryan.
Ryan moved closer still, pausing briefly at the computer to stare at the screen. He seemed less then fascinated by watching the many faces zoom by.
His attentions soon returned to Eric. He faced the man, cocking his head to the side as if studying him.
Eric had to remind himself to keep breathing as Ryan licked his lips in a way that was much too seductive.
He took a step forward, and Eric knew he was trapped.
But it didn’t matter, he had Ryan right where he wanted him.
Didn’t he?
Their chests were nearly touching when Ryan stopped moving. He leaned forward. It really didn’t matter who saw them now.
The playful smirk wound its way back onto his lips.
Eric couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter shut, expecting the feel of Ryan’s lips against his.
His eyes snapped open when he felt Ryan straightening out his shirt collar.
“It was bothering me,” he said in a low voice. He backed away, still smiling. “Maybe Calleigh has had some better luck…”
Ryan turned and mimicked the swaying saunter Eric had used on him earlier.
Eric let out all his breath in one whoosh, unaware he’d been holding it in until that moment. His eyes trailed Ryan through the glass walls of the lab until he was out of sight.
This meant war.
A/N: Omg…I just set myself up for a third part of this story! Jeeze, will the flirting ever cease?!
Well, it will eventually, but I’ve got a few more thoughts for this yet XD I’ll try and get more done soon.