[fic] Thoughts on Being Bad | CSI: Miami | Ryan/Eric
Title: Thoughts on Being Bad
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters/Pairings: Ryan/Eric mentions of past Eric/Natalia
Rating: NC-17 to be on the safe side of life.
Warnings/Spoilers: Eric's POV beetches
Disclaimer: If I owned Rory cochrane would have been chained down and not allowed to leave...because Speed dying is too heartwrenching....*sad*
A/N: I told you to watch for this. It just seems like something very Eric like...so I made it very Eric like.
Okay, well it really seems more Timmy-Like but I've been writing him too much lately, Ryan and Eric need some alone time XDXD
I'm writing this straight to LJ so all mistakes are mine and I'm a horrible person.
I find it so incredibly frustrating that when I'm trying to concentrate on looking down this microscope to see what the hell this glittery stuff is that he is peering over my shoulder.
The fact that I can feel his breath warming my skin while sending shivers down my spine, making my hairs stand on end...its too much.
I want to just turn around and push him back against that counter behind us, kiss him so fiercly he won't ever want to be kissed by another again, touch him in ways that he knows he's mine and he'll love it, love him in a way so completley he'll be overwhelmed and confused and love ever second of it.
"Back up Wolfe..."
I opt to growl at him instead. These glass walls, I swear Natalia did it just to spite me.
Well, maybe not, but now I'm sure she's glad she designed it this way.
Has he even backed up?
A step.
He's too damn curious for his own good. Well, let's just see...
"Would you like to look?"
I can't keep the exhaspartion out of my voice as I turn and ask him. But his face lights up and he pushes past me without a word.
He's like a small puppy, just wants attention and love and treats.
I lean back and give him space, unlike he, who only crowds.
Of course I have no choice but to give him space, if I got to close behind him...
But it's not my fault really. Those flirty eyes, that lithe little body, that cute, grabable ass...
I swear he does it on purpose, provokes me so he can have his own way. He only flashes those big eyes on me, he adds a slight sway when he knows I'm watching, he pouts when I'm angry, whether at him or not, to brighten my mood.
"Hey Eric..."
My head snaps up to find him inches from me.
Little fucking instegator he is...
"What?"
I've given up battling him about personal space, he just doesn't get the concept...with anyone.
"I think I found a clue."
"Congragulations Velma..." I mutter sarcastically.
"Y'know I always pictured myself more of Fred..."
"More like Scooby-Doo."
"You're the dog here...not me."
And then he grins at me. The stupid little cocky grin he always gives me when he thinks he's won. But the truth is I only let him win because if we keep battling like this things are going to get rather messy...
But this time his grin is deeper...almost like he's trying to be me...trying to be...bad.
He stops after not getting an inital reaction and turns to walk away.
In a swift movement I push myself off the counter and reach forward to grab his wrist and pull him back.
The genuine look of shock on his face makes me grin as I pull him even closer.
Time to stop thinking and just do.
"Let me show you how much of a dog I can be..."
That damn cocky smile is back, but it doesn't come close to matching mine.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters/Pairings: Ryan/Eric mentions of past Eric/Natalia
Rating: NC-17 to be on the safe side of life.
Warnings/Spoilers: Eric's POV beetches
Disclaimer: If I owned Rory cochrane would have been chained down and not allowed to leave...because Speed dying is too heartwrenching....*sad*
A/N: I told you to watch for this. It just seems like something very Eric like...so I made it very Eric like.
Okay, well it really seems more Timmy-Like but I've been writing him too much lately, Ryan and Eric need some alone time XDXD
I'm writing this straight to LJ so all mistakes are mine and I'm a horrible person.
I find it so incredibly frustrating that when I'm trying to concentrate on looking down this microscope to see what the hell this glittery stuff is that he is peering over my shoulder.
The fact that I can feel his breath warming my skin while sending shivers down my spine, making my hairs stand on end...its too much.
I want to just turn around and push him back against that counter behind us, kiss him so fiercly he won't ever want to be kissed by another again, touch him in ways that he knows he's mine and he'll love it, love him in a way so completley he'll be overwhelmed and confused and love ever second of it.
"Back up Wolfe..."
I opt to growl at him instead. These glass walls, I swear Natalia did it just to spite me.
Well, maybe not, but now I'm sure she's glad she designed it this way.
Has he even backed up?
A step.
He's too damn curious for his own good. Well, let's just see...
"Would you like to look?"
I can't keep the exhaspartion out of my voice as I turn and ask him. But his face lights up and he pushes past me without a word.
He's like a small puppy, just wants attention and love and treats.
I lean back and give him space, unlike he, who only crowds.
Of course I have no choice but to give him space, if I got to close behind him...
But it's not my fault really. Those flirty eyes, that lithe little body, that cute, grabable ass...
I swear he does it on purpose, provokes me so he can have his own way. He only flashes those big eyes on me, he adds a slight sway when he knows I'm watching, he pouts when I'm angry, whether at him or not, to brighten my mood.
"Hey Eric..."
My head snaps up to find him inches from me.
Little fucking instegator he is...
"What?"
I've given up battling him about personal space, he just doesn't get the concept...with anyone.
"I think I found a clue."
"Congragulations Velma..." I mutter sarcastically.
"Y'know I always pictured myself more of Fred..."
"More like Scooby-Doo."
"You're the dog here...not me."
And then he grins at me. The stupid little cocky grin he always gives me when he thinks he's won. But the truth is I only let him win because if we keep battling like this things are going to get rather messy...
But this time his grin is deeper...almost like he's trying to be me...trying to be...bad.
He stops after not getting an inital reaction and turns to walk away.
In a swift movement I push myself off the counter and reach forward to grab his wrist and pull him back.
The genuine look of shock on his face makes me grin as I pull him even closer.
Time to stop thinking and just do.
"Let me show you how much of a dog I can be..."
That damn cocky smile is back, but it doesn't come close to matching mine.