Breaking Trust
Title:Breaking Trust
Author:ihrtkjr
Catagory:e/r, h/c, AU, and m-preg just because I don't really ever see them and I want to.
SpoilersNone right now, may change in the future.
RatingR to NC-17. Just want to be sure.
Pairingeventual Ryan/Eric, in the past Ryan/Speed, and Ryan/OMC
SummaryMy universe, Speed lives in this,but he hurts Ryan (not like that) in the past. Their relationship is in the past, and Ryan/Eric will be along shortly. Right now Ryan will go through a little bit of hell first with the guy he met after the breakup. And (poor Ryan) his trust will break even more.
Warningsmut,good old fashioned smut. It is a m/m fic, so you have been warned.
A/N Don't own, just borrowing. Am making no money so don't sue. This is my first fic so please tell me if I am doing anything wrong, but no flames please. Is AU. I can't read every story out there no matter how hard I try, so if this is like something you've read before, please let me know. I do not want to infringe on anyone's territory. Or not give credit were it's due. I am using all the knowledge I have on the subject of police work. Not much. So if some one could tell me if i'm doing something wrong, I'd be grateful.
Beta:ihrtangusyoung
Part: 2/?
Chapter 1
It had been a slow night, with everyone either catching up on paperwork or patrolling. Ryan had just gotten off the phone when the call came in. He, along with Lee, had gone out to the pretty house in the pretty neighborhood. The first thing they saw from the street was the open door. Drawing their weapons and calling for backup as they approached.
They had all seen things in their line of work, but nothing had prepared them for what had gone on in the pretty house in the pretty neighborhood.
Ryan had found the little boy hiding in the basement. With the wounds he had, it was a shock to everyone that he had still been alive. Somehow he had managed to survive the wrath of his father. Whether he would make it was still up in the air. The ambulance was just pulling away when they arrived.
"Are you alright?" A voice to his left said."You should see someone about that." It had added.
Ryan stopped rubbing his shoulder. "It's nothing, sir." He said finally turning to look at the red haired man.
"What's wrong?" Lee's voice broke through the silence that had descended. "Why should you see someone Ryan?"
"His shoulder-" Horatio was cut off by Lee.
"What about your shoulder. You promised. You said if anythi-"
"Shut up." Ryan hissed at his friend. "I'll get the statements for you." He bolted, catching sight of Tim.
"Is he okay?" Alexx asked, walking up behind Horatio with Tim.
"Yes. And I'm Houdini." He muttered the last part.
"Excuse me?" Speed asked.
"Nothing. This way." Lee said finally looking at them. "Don't worry, we didn't muck up too much. But the boy..." He trailed off as he led them toward the scene. Several officers were crying as they passed.
It prompted Speed to ask. "What did you find when you got here?" Already dreading the answer.
"We got the call around two. Door was open, blood leading in." Lee started.
"Five bodies..." Ryan said from behind them. "One male, one female, three children. Two boys one girl. Found..." It got quiet as he explained what they had found. "Photographic memory. Two lost it over there, one over there, and one actually made it to the storm drain." He pointed to his left, right, and behind him, all without ever looking at them.
"Media." Craig shouted from the right. "Oh goody. Vultures."
Ryan had run. He could admit that. After they were finished, they had all quietly gone back to the station. He had gone to the locker room and scrubbed himself raw in one of the showers. Trying to forget. Forget Lee's questioning looks, forget seeing Tim and his lover, and most of all, trying to forget the little boy. The blood covering his body, barely able to breath, and his terrified eyes. The eyes that were pleading 'Don't hurt me'.
The water had turned cold and his skin raw before he got out. Ryan dried off and changed, then he headed home.
He put his shoes away as he walked in the front door. When he got to the bedroom he stripped and put everything in the hamper. He went back to the kitchen where he set the timer on the coffee maker. He did the dishes Jesse had made the night before, and then he cleaned like his life depended on it. Part of it did in a way. His OCD had to be satisfied and he couldn't face sleep yet. Not with the memories still so close to the surface.
But no matter what he did, they wouldn't go away. And he knew if he didn't go to bed soon he'd miss any chance of comfort from his lover. Even if he was still sleeping. So Ryan crawled into bed and curled around Jesse's sleeping form. And he dreamed.
Light spilling in from the open window, falling across the bodies moving together under the covers, moaning, screaming, and grunting each others names. That was all Ryan Wolfe saw and heard when he entered his boyfriends apartment. They had both known months ago that they made great lovers, but even greater friends. And they both always knew they wouldn't make it to forever, but he never thought Tim would break them this way.
He didn't even realize they had stopped moving until he heard his name.
"You should have told me before I came all the way over here. Would have saved everyone from embarrassment." He muttered, retreating out of the bedroom and out of the apartment...
Ryan woke up with the tears still falling. It had been two years and he still had dreams about that afternoon. He had never cared about losing their love life, it was the friendship that had mattered most to him. And it had shattered when Tim lied to him. He still felt the hole in his heart from where that friendship had been. He felt it was kind of sad to admit it now. They had wasted all that time holding onto something they didn't have with each other, only to end up breaking what good things they did have together.
He felt Jesse's arms wrap around his waist as the bed shifted on his right.
"Nightmare?" He asked.
"The little boy. His eyes." He lied. Tim was a sore subject all around, and he didn't want to have another fight so soon. "So cold." He whispered. "Just hold me, please. And don't let go." Ryan curled into Jesse's arms trying to burrow into his body.
"It's okay. I'm never giving you up. I promise." He whispered into Ryan's ear.
Author:ihrtkjr
Catagory:e/r, h/c, AU, and m-preg just because I don't really ever see them and I want to.
SpoilersNone right now, may change in the future.
RatingR to NC-17. Just want to be sure.
Pairingeventual Ryan/Eric, in the past Ryan/Speed, and Ryan/OMC
SummaryMy universe, Speed lives in this,but he hurts Ryan (not like that) in the past. Their relationship is in the past, and Ryan/Eric will be along shortly. Right now Ryan will go through a little bit of hell first with the guy he met after the breakup. And (poor Ryan) his trust will break even more.
Warningsmut,good old fashioned smut. It is a m/m fic, so you have been warned.
A/N Don't own, just borrowing. Am making no money so don't sue. This is my first fic so please tell me if I am doing anything wrong, but no flames please. Is AU. I can't read every story out there no matter how hard I try, so if this is like something you've read before, please let me know. I do not want to infringe on anyone's territory. Or not give credit were it's due. I am using all the knowledge I have on the subject of police work. Not much. So if some one could tell me if i'm doing something wrong, I'd be grateful.
Beta:ihrtangusyoung
Part: 2/?
Chapter 1
It had been a slow night, with everyone either catching up on paperwork or patrolling. Ryan had just gotten off the phone when the call came in. He, along with Lee, had gone out to the pretty house in the pretty neighborhood. The first thing they saw from the street was the open door. Drawing their weapons and calling for backup as they approached.
They had all seen things in their line of work, but nothing had prepared them for what had gone on in the pretty house in the pretty neighborhood.
Ryan had found the little boy hiding in the basement. With the wounds he had, it was a shock to everyone that he had still been alive. Somehow he had managed to survive the wrath of his father. Whether he would make it was still up in the air. The ambulance was just pulling away when they arrived.
"Are you alright?" A voice to his left said."You should see someone about that." It had added.
Ryan stopped rubbing his shoulder. "It's nothing, sir." He said finally turning to look at the red haired man.
"What's wrong?" Lee's voice broke through the silence that had descended. "Why should you see someone Ryan?"
"His shoulder-" Horatio was cut off by Lee.
"What about your shoulder. You promised. You said if anythi-"
"Shut up." Ryan hissed at his friend. "I'll get the statements for you." He bolted, catching sight of Tim.
"Is he okay?" Alexx asked, walking up behind Horatio with Tim.
"Yes. And I'm Houdini." He muttered the last part.
"Excuse me?" Speed asked.
"Nothing. This way." Lee said finally looking at them. "Don't worry, we didn't muck up too much. But the boy..." He trailed off as he led them toward the scene. Several officers were crying as they passed.
It prompted Speed to ask. "What did you find when you got here?" Already dreading the answer.
"We got the call around two. Door was open, blood leading in." Lee started.
"Five bodies..." Ryan said from behind them. "One male, one female, three children. Two boys one girl. Found..." It got quiet as he explained what they had found. "Photographic memory. Two lost it over there, one over there, and one actually made it to the storm drain." He pointed to his left, right, and behind him, all without ever looking at them.
"Media." Craig shouted from the right. "Oh goody. Vultures."
Ryan had run. He could admit that. After they were finished, they had all quietly gone back to the station. He had gone to the locker room and scrubbed himself raw in one of the showers. Trying to forget. Forget Lee's questioning looks, forget seeing Tim and his lover, and most of all, trying to forget the little boy. The blood covering his body, barely able to breath, and his terrified eyes. The eyes that were pleading 'Don't hurt me'.
The water had turned cold and his skin raw before he got out. Ryan dried off and changed, then he headed home.
He put his shoes away as he walked in the front door. When he got to the bedroom he stripped and put everything in the hamper. He went back to the kitchen where he set the timer on the coffee maker. He did the dishes Jesse had made the night before, and then he cleaned like his life depended on it. Part of it did in a way. His OCD had to be satisfied and he couldn't face sleep yet. Not with the memories still so close to the surface.
But no matter what he did, they wouldn't go away. And he knew if he didn't go to bed soon he'd miss any chance of comfort from his lover. Even if he was still sleeping. So Ryan crawled into bed and curled around Jesse's sleeping form. And he dreamed.
Light spilling in from the open window, falling across the bodies moving together under the covers, moaning, screaming, and grunting each others names. That was all Ryan Wolfe saw and heard when he entered his boyfriends apartment. They had both known months ago that they made great lovers, but even greater friends. And they both always knew they wouldn't make it to forever, but he never thought Tim would break them this way.
He didn't even realize they had stopped moving until he heard his name.
"You should have told me before I came all the way over here. Would have saved everyone from embarrassment." He muttered, retreating out of the bedroom and out of the apartment...
Ryan woke up with the tears still falling. It had been two years and he still had dreams about that afternoon. He had never cared about losing their love life, it was the friendship that had mattered most to him. And it had shattered when Tim lied to him. He still felt the hole in his heart from where that friendship had been. He felt it was kind of sad to admit it now. They had wasted all that time holding onto something they didn't have with each other, only to end up breaking what good things they did have together.
He felt Jesse's arms wrap around his waist as the bed shifted on his right.
"Nightmare?" He asked.
"The little boy. His eyes." He lied. Tim was a sore subject all around, and he didn't want to have another fight so soon. "So cold." He whispered. "Just hold me, please. And don't let go." Ryan curled into Jesse's arms trying to burrow into his body.
"It's okay. I'm never giving you up. I promise." He whispered into Ryan's ear.