[fic] The Man Who Cried Wolfe | CSI: Miami | Eric/Ryan
The Man Who Cried Wolfe
Fandom: CSI:Miami
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe x Eric Delko
Word Count: 3,032
Rating/Warnings: NC-17...general smut, verging on pwp
Disclaimer: If I owned this show, Speed wouldn’t be dead.
Summary: It’s the story of the man who cried wolf so many times, that when he tells the truth, no one believes him.
A/N: This is kinda the first CSI: Miami fic I've written...at least the first smutty one. I know it's prolly not the best, I was kinda rushed near the end and...I'll stop rambling, please just reveiw ^^
***
Eric Delko had a notorious reputation for being the ladies man. Often he was seen with pretty little things attached to his arm. Alexx had even gone as far to say that a woman was Eric’s favorite accessory.
The illusion was fading however, as Eric left his apartment less frequently and was rarely seen with women other than his sisters or mother when he did venture out.
But he continued to insist that he always had beautiful woman over to keep him company at night.
“I don’t need to be seen with them, gives me the look of a womanizer, and I’m not that kinda man.”
“Of course you’re not hun,” Alexx replied with a smile, “But I’m in the middle of preparing for an autopsy. Can you maybe discuss this with Calleigh?
Eric sighed and left the coroners. It was official, he was selling the idea too much, and people knew he was lying through his teeth even though he often said it was his sister's sickness, and that he was often being the good brother by helping her out as best he could. But he couldn’t keep lying, especially not to himself. He just wasn’t ready to let them know he had suddenly switched teams, or rather that he was now batting for both. No, because then the hardest question to answer would surface.
Who was the man who changed his mind?
Eric found him sifting through evidence in one of the labs.
Ryan Wolfe looked up from his work and greeted Eric with an exasperated sigh.
“I really don’t want to hear about it…”
“About what?” Eric asked with a soft chuckle and that smile of his that let everyone know he was guilty of conspiring something.
“About anything that doesn’t have to deal with this double homicide. Now, you don’t look too busy, come help me with this.”
Eric knew he was trapped, so he slipped on a lab coat and moved to stand beside Ryan. It seemed the CSI had his work cut out for him, boot prints, blood spatter, unknown transfer on clothes, and nothing had been printed yet. Eric suddenly didn’t feel so bad for being suckered into helping.
The work also helped keep his mind off the man standing next to him and all the troubles he had recently caused, all unwittingly of course, but that didn’t make him any less guilty.
“Hey, thanks a lot for this.”
Ryan’s voice snapped Eric back to reality, and he looked over. Their eyes locked. The two awkwardly stared at each other, caught in a trap they couldn’t escape. They managed to break apart after a moment, Ryan coughed.
“No problem.”
Eric had noticed the blush in Ryan’s cheeks, and the sudden awkwardness in his movements. Was it possible Ryan felt the same way he did?
Nah, couldn’t be. Staring into someone’s eyes too long always knocked him off center too, no matter who it was.
But there was always a slight chance…
“So, this case is a big headache, huh?”
“Yeah, insanely.”
Ryan looked up to find Eric watching him. He then realized he had been straightening things that Eric had left less than perfect.
“Sorry.”
“Nah, it’s that OCD thing, it’s cool.” Eric said, though he couldn’t mask the grin of amusement that spread across his features.
“Anyways…” Ryan mutter in a attempt to take the focus off himself.
“Anyways,” Eric picked up, “You wanna go out for a drink or something?”
“I dunno…” Ryan began reluctantly.
“Oh, c’mon! You can’t tell me your only way of winding down is cleaning your already immaculate apartment…”
“Shut up.”
“Am I right?” Eric laughed.
“No.”
“I’m right…”
Eric’s smug look snapped something in Ryan. He was cautious around the Cuban man, afraid of what he may possibly feel towards him. But no more of this.
“Fine, I’ll go have a few drinks with you. After all, I’ll be the hottest date you’ve had in months. I suppose you do need something real to brag about. But you’re driving.”
Ryan smirked at Eric’s speechlessness, and left the lab before his voice came back.
Was Eric’s mind deceiving him, or had he and Mr. Bright-Eyes just been flirting? And what was that word Ryan had so craftily used? Date?
Oh, it was on. Like Donkey Kong.
Eric mentally kicked himself for even thinking that line.
***
The two found themselves in a crowded club, squished into a small booth together. Friday nights tended to do that.
Eric had started out drinking much more than Ryan, but soon discovered the man could hold his own, and thus the competition was sparked.
It was a wordless deal, egged on by a simple glance and a challenging smirk from the paler of the two. Of course there was no decided prize other than ego size, but who knew what the night held?
“If there was a word for what we are,” Ryan started, “What would it be?”
“Um…CSI?”
“No, that’s not a word! That’s letters!”
“Words are made from letters…” Eric replied simply.
“I’d say borderline-smashed…”
“Sure…”
They were loosing each other by this point in the conversation, neither on the same topic, or really remembering what they were talking about.
“Let’s dance…” Ryan suggested.
Images of Ryan grinding him on the dance floor played through Eric’s mind, and he smiled momentarily. Then he shook his head. He couldn't loose control.
“I don’t dance.”
“Well you do tonight!” Ryan said decisively, grabbing Eric’s hand and dragging him out to the dance floor.
“But…I don’t want the ladies to get the wrong idea.” Eric protested lamely. Ryan released him and began to move.
“And what idea would that be?” Ryan asked, having to shout over the music to be heard.
“That…that…”
Oh dear lord, Ryan’s hips had begun to sway in a very seductive manner, and coherent thought, let alone speech, left Eric.
“Uh…”
“What was that?”
“What?”
Ryan laughed, still dancing.
He had to coax Eric to start moving by taking his hands and swinging them around, the way a child might.
Eric found his brain, rebooted it, and began to dance on his own. Ryan released him then.
“So, what was this wrong idea?”
“That we might be together.”
“Well aren’t we?”
“Well yeah, but I mean like--”
Eric was cut off by Ryan suddenly being roughly shoved into him.
“Hi!” was Ryan’s only recovering remark as his cheeks turned red.
“Hi.” Eric replied instinctively, otherwise stunned to silence.
Ryan peeled himself away from Eric’s chest, still blushing but determined to recover. He began to dance again, keeping his eyes moving around the club, landing everywhere but Eric.
“Hey Wolfe!”
He looked up at the sound of his name, pausing for only seconds in confusion. Seconds was all it took.
Eric grabbed Ryan’s wrist, pulling him closer to his body. He released the man’s wrist, his hand finding its way to his hip instead. It was a dangerous move, but worth a shot.
The intimacy of the situation temporarily stupefied Ryan. He could feel Eric’s hand on his hip, their bodies were touching, swaying together to the music. His brain finally kicked in when Eric pressed his forehead to his own.
“Vulcan mind-meld…” Ryan said dumbly, the first thing that popped into his head blurting out. Eric couldn’t help but laugh.
“You drunk bastard, this isn’t Star Trek, and you are not Spock, I don’t care how monotone you stay…”
“I thought you were afraid of women getting the wrong idea…”
“Fuck ‘em”
“Nah, I’d rather have you…”
Eric stopped moving rather abruptly, though Ryan still felt a slight sway in their stance.
“Fine.” Eric said, pulling his head up and smirking.
“What?”
Before he could register what was happening, Ryan felt himself being dragged out of the club, Eric’s hand tightly gripped in his.
“You shouldn’t be driving…”
“You wanna have sex in the backseat then?”
Ryan looked over his shoulder to the back. He wanted to say yes, live on the edge, but his OCD wouldn’t allow for it. Ryan knew that if OCD said no, there would be no pleasure, no matter what was happening. He looked back at Eric.
“Didn’t think so.”
Eric shifted the truck into drive and sped out of the parking lot.
He almost rear-ended the car in front of them when Ryan suddenly reached over and grabbed his erection though his jeans. A bold move for the usually reserved man.
“Jesus! Don’t do that!”
“You can call me Ryan, actually…”
“I…” Eric started, then laughed. He was disappointed to have to swat away Ryan’s hand, but he was in bad enough shape to be driving as it was.
They reached Eric’s apartment first, he lived closest to the club.
Eric could never remember a time when he was so eager to get into his place with anyone accompanying him.
The entrance space was small, and as soon as the door was closed and locked, Eric slammed Ryan into the wall with a fierce and hungry kiss.
“Oh God!” Ryan gasped as his mouth was temporarily freed.
“Call me Eric,” Eric muttered between kisses.
Ryan wrapped his arms around Eric’s neck, his legs around his waist, and started grinding Eric’s erection with his own with soft mewling moans. Eric’s hands found Ryan’s ass, and he squeezed firmly.
Ryan begged for more with panting breaths. He had long since accepted the position he would take if he ever got with Eric. Hell, he’d fantasized about it enough. Eric stumbled to his bedroom, carrying Ryan still. They fell onto the center of the bed, Ryan trapped beneath his new found lover.
“You’re going to hate me…” Ryan breathed as Eric began to unbutton his shirt.
“Why…oh…”
“It’s my flaw, I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be…” Eric said, pulling Ryan’s shirt off him, holding it in his hand, wondering how to accommodate the obsessive nature.
“Do you have a chair to put them on?”
“Yeah, in the corner…”
“As long as it’s not the floor, clothes don’t belong on the floor…”
The odd situation hadn’t dissolved the heat, simply slowed the pace. Eric tossed the shirt lightly, and it landed perfectly on the arm of the chair.
He moved forward again, his left knee resting between Ryan’s legs, touching just enough to drive Ryan crazy. Eric kissed him softly, then began to move down. Trailing kisses across his jaw line, Eric followed the trail down the center of Ryan’s throat. On a whim, he moved to the side of Ryan’s neck. A moaning, arching effect was produced, music to Eric’s ears. He continued to attack the spot.
Ryan panted heavily in Eric’s ear, his hands finding the edge of his loose fitting tee and making their way up the warm flesh. His fingers moved gently, crawling over the finely toned muscles, pushing lightly against the erect nipples they found.
Eric released Ryan’s neck, satisfied with the deep bruise he had left there. He shift positions to straddle Ryan, then sat up to pull off his own shirt as Ryan’s hands fell away and rested on his legs.
Eric smiled at Ryan, being sure to land the shirt on the chair.
“You make for one interesting partner…” Eric purred, leaning down again and kissing Ryan. His hands traced along Ryan’s sides, feeling the so-slight curve at his hip until he reached the waist of his pants. As he undid the jeans, he traced soft kisses along Ryan’s chest, paying close attention to each perk nipple as he came across them.
Ryan’s sighs and moans filled the room. He could feel his climax coming on, and Eric was hardly touching him. He let out on particularly erotic moan, covering his eyes with one hand, messing the other into Eric’s otherwise perfect hair.
“Oh, don’t do that…” Eric sighed, indicating Ryan’s moan. The sound had urged him into a slight frenzy, and knowing Ryan had lost all conscious thought, simply tossed the man’s jean’s to the floor.
“Oh my god!” Ryan gasped as he came into realization about the new assault his body was under. He writhed beneath Eric’s soft touches, moaning when he felt soft, warm lips press to the head of his erection.
Eric had never before been with a man, but he knew what he liked, and he would do his best to do those things to Ryan.
His gag reflex let him know when he dove too far down on the shaft, but that didn’t even slow him down.
“You don’t…have…you can’t…”
Ryan couldn’t complete sentences, but Eric got the idea. He hummed as a reply, sending shocks down to the base of Ryan’s cock. He wanted to do this.
“Oh god!” Ryan cried, arching up, his hand curling into a fist in Eric’s hair. He had never felt like he was feeling now with any partner before.
“Eric…I’m…oh my god…”
Eric sucked harder, letting his tongue dance around the tip, plunging into the slit and tasting the pre-cum that had gathered.
Ryan had given his warnings, he could feel his muscles tensing and releasing, he cried out Eric’s name an octave below a scream.
Eric had only tasted this liquid on a woman’s tongue, and he knew it would take some getting used to. Despite the bitter saltiness, he swallowed everything.
He looked up at Ryan then. One arm had fallen to his side, his chest heaving and his other arm was covering his eyes.
“Perfect…” Eric breathed, “You’re so beautiful…”
“Because I’m not blushing enough…” Ryan panted, sarcasm still evident in his voice. He pulled his arm away and looked at Eric. True enough his face was bright red, and it made Eric smile.
“No, you’re not…”
He moved up, kissing Ryan again. This time, Ryan let his lips part, allowing Eric to push his tongue into his mouth to probe and explore. They lay together momentarily, locked in the embracing kiss. Ryan became aware of Eric’s erection pushing against his thigh through the jeans he had never removed.
“Eric…Eric…” Ryan whispered, pushing Eric off of him. Eric rolled onto his back and allowed Ryan to straddle him. “As much as I love this being all about me…” he leaned down and kissed Eric softly, “It should be about us, right?”
Eric had been so enthralled by the lust filled hazel-green eyes staring intently down at him, he hadn’t noticed the removal of his final articles of clothing.
“Oh…you’re crafty…”
“I know,” Ryan smirked. Eric noticed his jeans and boxed were placed neatly on the edge of the bed, and allowed for a small smirk.
Then all thought was lost to him.
Ryan was not so foreign to male lovers like Eric was, and began to work his magic instantly.
He drew his tongue slowly up Eric’s shaft, before taking the head in his mouth, and plunging straight down.
“Holy Jesus!” Eric cried out, taken off guard by this sudden action. Ryan chuckled. Eric had never felt the sensation so precisely. He arched up with a loud moan, trying desperately not to buck into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan got a firm grip on Eric’s hips, holding him down effectively. It didn’t prevent him from squirming, moaning, panting. He hadn’t realized how close to the edge he was simply because of Ryan’s moans, but now…
“Oh god…Ryan…Ryan…” he moaned, voice elevating with each call.
Ryan’s head bobbed faster, he sucked harder, knowing he could be just as good to Eric as he had been to him.
“Ryan…Ryan!”
Eric had believed himself temporarily blind. He was searching for his breath, his senses had all but abandoned him. He felt the bedding shift and the mattress lift. Then, moments later he felt the bed dip again, and a warm body close to his. He looked over at Ryan who was laying on his side, head propped up with his elbow.
“I told you Eric…no need for that Jesus shit, I’m just Ryan.”
Eric rolled onto his side with a smile, propping himself up to kiss Ryan. Ryan complied to the gentle push as Eric lay over him. Eric’s kisses began to wander aimlessly, reaching his eyelids, his nose, across his jaw line, even on the special mark he had left. Ryan sighed his contentedness, one arm looped around Eric’s and resting on his back, the other laying at his side.
“Eric…”
“Hmmm?”
“C’mon…I gotta work tomorrow…”
“You didn’t take Saturday off?” Eric asked in surprise, looking up.
“No, only Sunday.”
Eric smiled and shook his head, “What? You tryin’ to outshine everyone?”
“Nah, just you.” Ryan replied with a smirk.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that one.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second…”
Eric rolled over, finding the sheets already pulled back already. He glanced at the chair and saw two piles of neatly folded clothes.
“You freak…” he said with a chuckle. Ryan smiled, pulling the sheets over himself and Eric. Eric wrapped his arms around Ryan, who snuggled in immediately.
“You’re my freak now, by the way.”
“I can deal with that…”
***
“I thought you were off today Eric.” Calleigh said, walking into the break room and seeing Eric sitting with Ryan.
“Well, I was…” Eric said.
“What made you come in?”
“I had this really hot date last night, and thanks to them, I had a really good nights sleep, so I decided to come in.”
Calleigh smiled, and Eric knew she thought that he was lying.
“I’m sure that’s what happened. I’d have an easier time believing that story had it come from Ryan, judging by that nice little hickey he’s sporting.”
Eric’s jaw dropped, and Ryan blushed, pulling up the collar of the shirt Eric had lent him.
“I could use your help with some evidence Ry.”
“Uh, sure thing Cal…”
Calleigh nodded, then turned to leave the room.
“How could she not believe me?! I mean, you’re wearing my shirt and sporting the hickey that I gave you!”
“I dunno,” Ryan said with a shrug as he stood to leave. He paused in the doorway, however, and turned back.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have cried Wolfe…”
He left with a smirk, Eric sat stupified with his mouth open.
Fandom: CSI:Miami
Pairing: Ryan Wolfe x Eric Delko
Word Count: 3,032
Rating/Warnings: NC-17...general smut, verging on pwp
Disclaimer: If I owned this show, Speed wouldn’t be dead.
Summary: It’s the story of the man who cried wolf so many times, that when he tells the truth, no one believes him.
A/N: This is kinda the first CSI: Miami fic I've written...at least the first smutty one. I know it's prolly not the best, I was kinda rushed near the end and...I'll stop rambling, please just reveiw ^^
***
Eric Delko had a notorious reputation for being the ladies man. Often he was seen with pretty little things attached to his arm. Alexx had even gone as far to say that a woman was Eric’s favorite accessory.
The illusion was fading however, as Eric left his apartment less frequently and was rarely seen with women other than his sisters or mother when he did venture out.
But he continued to insist that he always had beautiful woman over to keep him company at night.
“I don’t need to be seen with them, gives me the look of a womanizer, and I’m not that kinda man.”
“Of course you’re not hun,” Alexx replied with a smile, “But I’m in the middle of preparing for an autopsy. Can you maybe discuss this with Calleigh?
Eric sighed and left the coroners. It was official, he was selling the idea too much, and people knew he was lying through his teeth even though he often said it was his sister's sickness, and that he was often being the good brother by helping her out as best he could. But he couldn’t keep lying, especially not to himself. He just wasn’t ready to let them know he had suddenly switched teams, or rather that he was now batting for both. No, because then the hardest question to answer would surface.
Who was the man who changed his mind?
Eric found him sifting through evidence in one of the labs.
Ryan Wolfe looked up from his work and greeted Eric with an exasperated sigh.
“I really don’t want to hear about it…”
“About what?” Eric asked with a soft chuckle and that smile of his that let everyone know he was guilty of conspiring something.
“About anything that doesn’t have to deal with this double homicide. Now, you don’t look too busy, come help me with this.”
Eric knew he was trapped, so he slipped on a lab coat and moved to stand beside Ryan. It seemed the CSI had his work cut out for him, boot prints, blood spatter, unknown transfer on clothes, and nothing had been printed yet. Eric suddenly didn’t feel so bad for being suckered into helping.
The work also helped keep his mind off the man standing next to him and all the troubles he had recently caused, all unwittingly of course, but that didn’t make him any less guilty.
“Hey, thanks a lot for this.”
Ryan’s voice snapped Eric back to reality, and he looked over. Their eyes locked. The two awkwardly stared at each other, caught in a trap they couldn’t escape. They managed to break apart after a moment, Ryan coughed.
“No problem.”
Eric had noticed the blush in Ryan’s cheeks, and the sudden awkwardness in his movements. Was it possible Ryan felt the same way he did?
Nah, couldn’t be. Staring into someone’s eyes too long always knocked him off center too, no matter who it was.
But there was always a slight chance…
“So, this case is a big headache, huh?”
“Yeah, insanely.”
Ryan looked up to find Eric watching him. He then realized he had been straightening things that Eric had left less than perfect.
“Sorry.”
“Nah, it’s that OCD thing, it’s cool.” Eric said, though he couldn’t mask the grin of amusement that spread across his features.
“Anyways…” Ryan mutter in a attempt to take the focus off himself.
“Anyways,” Eric picked up, “You wanna go out for a drink or something?”
“I dunno…” Ryan began reluctantly.
“Oh, c’mon! You can’t tell me your only way of winding down is cleaning your already immaculate apartment…”
“Shut up.”
“Am I right?” Eric laughed.
“No.”
“I’m right…”
Eric’s smug look snapped something in Ryan. He was cautious around the Cuban man, afraid of what he may possibly feel towards him. But no more of this.
“Fine, I’ll go have a few drinks with you. After all, I’ll be the hottest date you’ve had in months. I suppose you do need something real to brag about. But you’re driving.”
Ryan smirked at Eric’s speechlessness, and left the lab before his voice came back.
Was Eric’s mind deceiving him, or had he and Mr. Bright-Eyes just been flirting? And what was that word Ryan had so craftily used? Date?
Oh, it was on. Like Donkey Kong.
Eric mentally kicked himself for even thinking that line.
***
The two found themselves in a crowded club, squished into a small booth together. Friday nights tended to do that.
Eric had started out drinking much more than Ryan, but soon discovered the man could hold his own, and thus the competition was sparked.
It was a wordless deal, egged on by a simple glance and a challenging smirk from the paler of the two. Of course there was no decided prize other than ego size, but who knew what the night held?
“If there was a word for what we are,” Ryan started, “What would it be?”
“Um…CSI?”
“No, that’s not a word! That’s letters!”
“Words are made from letters…” Eric replied simply.
“I’d say borderline-smashed…”
“Sure…”
They were loosing each other by this point in the conversation, neither on the same topic, or really remembering what they were talking about.
“Let’s dance…” Ryan suggested.
Images of Ryan grinding him on the dance floor played through Eric’s mind, and he smiled momentarily. Then he shook his head. He couldn't loose control.
“I don’t dance.”
“Well you do tonight!” Ryan said decisively, grabbing Eric’s hand and dragging him out to the dance floor.
“But…I don’t want the ladies to get the wrong idea.” Eric protested lamely. Ryan released him and began to move.
“And what idea would that be?” Ryan asked, having to shout over the music to be heard.
“That…that…”
Oh dear lord, Ryan’s hips had begun to sway in a very seductive manner, and coherent thought, let alone speech, left Eric.
“Uh…”
“What was that?”
“What?”
Ryan laughed, still dancing.
He had to coax Eric to start moving by taking his hands and swinging them around, the way a child might.
Eric found his brain, rebooted it, and began to dance on his own. Ryan released him then.
“So, what was this wrong idea?”
“That we might be together.”
“Well aren’t we?”
“Well yeah, but I mean like--”
Eric was cut off by Ryan suddenly being roughly shoved into him.
“Hi!” was Ryan’s only recovering remark as his cheeks turned red.
“Hi.” Eric replied instinctively, otherwise stunned to silence.
Ryan peeled himself away from Eric’s chest, still blushing but determined to recover. He began to dance again, keeping his eyes moving around the club, landing everywhere but Eric.
“Hey Wolfe!”
He looked up at the sound of his name, pausing for only seconds in confusion. Seconds was all it took.
Eric grabbed Ryan’s wrist, pulling him closer to his body. He released the man’s wrist, his hand finding its way to his hip instead. It was a dangerous move, but worth a shot.
The intimacy of the situation temporarily stupefied Ryan. He could feel Eric’s hand on his hip, their bodies were touching, swaying together to the music. His brain finally kicked in when Eric pressed his forehead to his own.
“Vulcan mind-meld…” Ryan said dumbly, the first thing that popped into his head blurting out. Eric couldn’t help but laugh.
“You drunk bastard, this isn’t Star Trek, and you are not Spock, I don’t care how monotone you stay…”
“I thought you were afraid of women getting the wrong idea…”
“Fuck ‘em”
“Nah, I’d rather have you…”
Eric stopped moving rather abruptly, though Ryan still felt a slight sway in their stance.
“Fine.” Eric said, pulling his head up and smirking.
“What?”
Before he could register what was happening, Ryan felt himself being dragged out of the club, Eric’s hand tightly gripped in his.
“You shouldn’t be driving…”
“You wanna have sex in the backseat then?”
Ryan looked over his shoulder to the back. He wanted to say yes, live on the edge, but his OCD wouldn’t allow for it. Ryan knew that if OCD said no, there would be no pleasure, no matter what was happening. He looked back at Eric.
“Didn’t think so.”
Eric shifted the truck into drive and sped out of the parking lot.
He almost rear-ended the car in front of them when Ryan suddenly reached over and grabbed his erection though his jeans. A bold move for the usually reserved man.
“Jesus! Don’t do that!”
“You can call me Ryan, actually…”
“I…” Eric started, then laughed. He was disappointed to have to swat away Ryan’s hand, but he was in bad enough shape to be driving as it was.
They reached Eric’s apartment first, he lived closest to the club.
Eric could never remember a time when he was so eager to get into his place with anyone accompanying him.
The entrance space was small, and as soon as the door was closed and locked, Eric slammed Ryan into the wall with a fierce and hungry kiss.
“Oh God!” Ryan gasped as his mouth was temporarily freed.
“Call me Eric,” Eric muttered between kisses.
Ryan wrapped his arms around Eric’s neck, his legs around his waist, and started grinding Eric’s erection with his own with soft mewling moans. Eric’s hands found Ryan’s ass, and he squeezed firmly.
Ryan begged for more with panting breaths. He had long since accepted the position he would take if he ever got with Eric. Hell, he’d fantasized about it enough. Eric stumbled to his bedroom, carrying Ryan still. They fell onto the center of the bed, Ryan trapped beneath his new found lover.
“You’re going to hate me…” Ryan breathed as Eric began to unbutton his shirt.
“Why…oh…”
“It’s my flaw, I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be…” Eric said, pulling Ryan’s shirt off him, holding it in his hand, wondering how to accommodate the obsessive nature.
“Do you have a chair to put them on?”
“Yeah, in the corner…”
“As long as it’s not the floor, clothes don’t belong on the floor…”
The odd situation hadn’t dissolved the heat, simply slowed the pace. Eric tossed the shirt lightly, and it landed perfectly on the arm of the chair.
He moved forward again, his left knee resting between Ryan’s legs, touching just enough to drive Ryan crazy. Eric kissed him softly, then began to move down. Trailing kisses across his jaw line, Eric followed the trail down the center of Ryan’s throat. On a whim, he moved to the side of Ryan’s neck. A moaning, arching effect was produced, music to Eric’s ears. He continued to attack the spot.
Ryan panted heavily in Eric’s ear, his hands finding the edge of his loose fitting tee and making their way up the warm flesh. His fingers moved gently, crawling over the finely toned muscles, pushing lightly against the erect nipples they found.
Eric released Ryan’s neck, satisfied with the deep bruise he had left there. He shift positions to straddle Ryan, then sat up to pull off his own shirt as Ryan’s hands fell away and rested on his legs.
Eric smiled at Ryan, being sure to land the shirt on the chair.
“You make for one interesting partner…” Eric purred, leaning down again and kissing Ryan. His hands traced along Ryan’s sides, feeling the so-slight curve at his hip until he reached the waist of his pants. As he undid the jeans, he traced soft kisses along Ryan’s chest, paying close attention to each perk nipple as he came across them.
Ryan’s sighs and moans filled the room. He could feel his climax coming on, and Eric was hardly touching him. He let out on particularly erotic moan, covering his eyes with one hand, messing the other into Eric’s otherwise perfect hair.
“Oh, don’t do that…” Eric sighed, indicating Ryan’s moan. The sound had urged him into a slight frenzy, and knowing Ryan had lost all conscious thought, simply tossed the man’s jean’s to the floor.
“Oh my god!” Ryan gasped as he came into realization about the new assault his body was under. He writhed beneath Eric’s soft touches, moaning when he felt soft, warm lips press to the head of his erection.
Eric had never before been with a man, but he knew what he liked, and he would do his best to do those things to Ryan.
His gag reflex let him know when he dove too far down on the shaft, but that didn’t even slow him down.
“You don’t…have…you can’t…”
Ryan couldn’t complete sentences, but Eric got the idea. He hummed as a reply, sending shocks down to the base of Ryan’s cock. He wanted to do this.
“Oh god!” Ryan cried, arching up, his hand curling into a fist in Eric’s hair. He had never felt like he was feeling now with any partner before.
“Eric…I’m…oh my god…”
Eric sucked harder, letting his tongue dance around the tip, plunging into the slit and tasting the pre-cum that had gathered.
Ryan had given his warnings, he could feel his muscles tensing and releasing, he cried out Eric’s name an octave below a scream.
Eric had only tasted this liquid on a woman’s tongue, and he knew it would take some getting used to. Despite the bitter saltiness, he swallowed everything.
He looked up at Ryan then. One arm had fallen to his side, his chest heaving and his other arm was covering his eyes.
“Perfect…” Eric breathed, “You’re so beautiful…”
“Because I’m not blushing enough…” Ryan panted, sarcasm still evident in his voice. He pulled his arm away and looked at Eric. True enough his face was bright red, and it made Eric smile.
“No, you’re not…”
He moved up, kissing Ryan again. This time, Ryan let his lips part, allowing Eric to push his tongue into his mouth to probe and explore. They lay together momentarily, locked in the embracing kiss. Ryan became aware of Eric’s erection pushing against his thigh through the jeans he had never removed.
“Eric…Eric…” Ryan whispered, pushing Eric off of him. Eric rolled onto his back and allowed Ryan to straddle him. “As much as I love this being all about me…” he leaned down and kissed Eric softly, “It should be about us, right?”
Eric had been so enthralled by the lust filled hazel-green eyes staring intently down at him, he hadn’t noticed the removal of his final articles of clothing.
“Oh…you’re crafty…”
“I know,” Ryan smirked. Eric noticed his jeans and boxed were placed neatly on the edge of the bed, and allowed for a small smirk.
Then all thought was lost to him.
Ryan was not so foreign to male lovers like Eric was, and began to work his magic instantly.
He drew his tongue slowly up Eric’s shaft, before taking the head in his mouth, and plunging straight down.
“Holy Jesus!” Eric cried out, taken off guard by this sudden action. Ryan chuckled. Eric had never felt the sensation so precisely. He arched up with a loud moan, trying desperately not to buck into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan got a firm grip on Eric’s hips, holding him down effectively. It didn’t prevent him from squirming, moaning, panting. He hadn’t realized how close to the edge he was simply because of Ryan’s moans, but now…
“Oh god…Ryan…Ryan…” he moaned, voice elevating with each call.
Ryan’s head bobbed faster, he sucked harder, knowing he could be just as good to Eric as he had been to him.
“Ryan…Ryan!”
Eric had believed himself temporarily blind. He was searching for his breath, his senses had all but abandoned him. He felt the bedding shift and the mattress lift. Then, moments later he felt the bed dip again, and a warm body close to his. He looked over at Ryan who was laying on his side, head propped up with his elbow.
“I told you Eric…no need for that Jesus shit, I’m just Ryan.”
Eric rolled onto his side with a smile, propping himself up to kiss Ryan. Ryan complied to the gentle push as Eric lay over him. Eric’s kisses began to wander aimlessly, reaching his eyelids, his nose, across his jaw line, even on the special mark he had left. Ryan sighed his contentedness, one arm looped around Eric’s and resting on his back, the other laying at his side.
“Eric…”
“Hmmm?”
“C’mon…I gotta work tomorrow…”
“You didn’t take Saturday off?” Eric asked in surprise, looking up.
“No, only Sunday.”
Eric smiled and shook his head, “What? You tryin’ to outshine everyone?”
“Nah, just you.” Ryan replied with a smirk.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that one.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second…”
Eric rolled over, finding the sheets already pulled back already. He glanced at the chair and saw two piles of neatly folded clothes.
“You freak…” he said with a chuckle. Ryan smiled, pulling the sheets over himself and Eric. Eric wrapped his arms around Ryan, who snuggled in immediately.
“You’re my freak now, by the way.”
“I can deal with that…”
***
“I thought you were off today Eric.” Calleigh said, walking into the break room and seeing Eric sitting with Ryan.
“Well, I was…” Eric said.
“What made you come in?”
“I had this really hot date last night, and thanks to them, I had a really good nights sleep, so I decided to come in.”
Calleigh smiled, and Eric knew she thought that he was lying.
“I’m sure that’s what happened. I’d have an easier time believing that story had it come from Ryan, judging by that nice little hickey he’s sporting.”
Eric’s jaw dropped, and Ryan blushed, pulling up the collar of the shirt Eric had lent him.
“I could use your help with some evidence Ry.”
“Uh, sure thing Cal…”
Calleigh nodded, then turned to leave the room.
“How could she not believe me?! I mean, you’re wearing my shirt and sporting the hickey that I gave you!”
“I dunno,” Ryan said with a shrug as he stood to leave. He paused in the doorway, however, and turned back.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have cried Wolfe…”
He left with a smirk, Eric sat stupified with his mouth open.