Fic: Another Kind of Life 7/15
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Author: Swift tales, (that's me!)
Category: Romance, Kidnapping (is that a category?), AU
Pairing/characters: Eric/Ryan
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe, I don't think it's R just yet)
Spoilers: I don't think so
Summary: Jealousy
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Notes: Talcat was the one who gave me the idea of the story through a scene that she wrote (the flashback in the first chapter).



Chapter 7

Ryan sighed, he was warm and content and comfortable. Strong arms were wrapped around his waist and a hard chest was pressed against his back. Ryan smiled to himself, maybe he finally got laid. A second after the thought passed through his head he frowned, he’d been kidnapped hadn’t he? Then how come he was in a bed with someone else? His eyes widened with realization and he almost jumped out of bed, if it wasn’t for the arm holding him down and close. “Ssshhh, it’s okay.” Eric whispered in his ear. “It’s just me.”

“Eric? What are you-”

Before he’d finished his question however, Eric’s hands wrapped around his chin, turning Ryan’s head towards him, and his mouth quickly closed over Ryan’s own. The kiss was soft and gentle, like the kiss they’d shared the previous evening. Ryan could feel his heart thundering in his chest, beating rapidly against his ribcage as all of his sense came to life. Eric’s mouth was unbearably soft against his. “Eric.” He breathed when the older man pulled away. “We shouldn’t.”

But Eric simply kissed him again, soft and slow, and for a minute it felt like the previous evening had never ended. He’d been able to walk away from this last night and he’d thought that he’d finally been able to make it clear to Eric that he didn’t do things halfway. That he couldn’t allow himself to touch Eric like this, that Ryan had rules with which he lived his life, principles he couldn’t walk away from. But when Eric deepened the kiss, soft and sweet and gentle, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to walk away from this either.

They parted for air again and Eric smiled down again, a sweet little boy smile that did something to Ryan’s insides. He ran a hand through Ryan’s hair, the gesture slow and tempting. Fuck, Ryan was hard in a heartbeat.

“It’s okay.” Eric whispered again and leaned down once more, kissing Ryan deeply, sweeping his tongue through Ryan’s mouth. He pulled back and kissed his way down Ryan’s neck and Ryan found himself arching into it despite himself. He moaned as he sought closer contact, his nerves tingling. He wrapped his arms around Eric’s torso and kissed the other man’s naked shoulder. He could feel Eric’s hands smoothing down his naked chest and he reacted by thrusting his thigh against Eric’s groin.

The older man groaned and bit down on the skin at the crook of Ryan’s neck. “If you keep this up we won’t be going at it for very long.” The Cuban’s voice was rough with arousal and it sent shivers down Ryan’s spine. He gasped when Eric bit down on his skin again.

“Just get on with it.” Ryan bit out.

Eric chuckled. “You’re the on who has been resisting since the start.”

Ryan clenched his eyes shut as he remembered and groaned deeply. If he was going to let this happen, he needed to forget, forget who they were outside of this place and just live in the moment. Ryan wasn’t good in living in the moment, but he’d try. He laid his hands on Eric’s chest, allowing himself to be distracted from his thoughts by the smooth expanse of honey colored skin. He hooked one leg around Eric’s hip and used it pull Eric closer, their erections bumping into each other and he threw his head back, because God that felt so good. His hands slid over Eric’s side, over his back, until they finally clutched at Eric’s shoulders.

They kissed hungrily and Ryan whimpered in the back of his throat as Eric licked the roof of his mouth. Their hips moved together, thrusting and rutting against each other. It wasn’t a smooth rhythm, but an uncontrolled movement on both their sides. Desperate, Ryan spread the leg that wasn’t hooked over Eric’s hip wider, allowing Eric to sink further into the cradle of Ryan’s body, allowing them to fit together, not perfectly, but right enough.

Ryan couldn’t help himself as his hips undulated against Eric and his leg fell away from Eric’s hip, falling against the bed as he spread them wider, wanting to give Eric all the access he wanted. It had been so long and it felt so good to have someone touch him again. He couldn’t understand why he’d resisted for so long. Eric’s mouth roved all over him, one minute he was kissing Ryan hungrily, taking control his mouth in hard and desperate movements and the next he was exploring the sensitive skin of Ryan’s jaw-line or nibbling on Ryan’s collarbone.

He could faintly hear the sliding of a drawer opening and closing but the meaning didn’t register. Eric’s mouth closed over the pulse point in his neck and Ryan moaned. “Ryan…” Eric whispered, “Ryan…. I need you to tell me, can I?”

One of Eric’s hands had grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube while the other had slipped down Ryan’s boxer short and was now stroking Ryan’s ass, making the meaning off his question all too clear. Ryan cried out softly as Eric pinched his bottom and he moaned. He didn’t really know what Eric was asking anymore, the only thing he wanted was for Eric to move inside of him, to get him off. “Yes, please, I…” There was nothing else he could say, his mind failing him when Eric savagely bit into the place where Ryan’s neck met his shoulder and he cried out violently.

It was hot and hard and everything Ryan had been aching for ever since that first moment when Eric had held him captured against the wall, back at the dump he’d first been taken to. It was rough and desperate and a little violent, the bed banging against the wall savagely, a satisfied rhythm echoing in Ryan’s ears. He gasped for breath while Eric stole it away through hungry kisses. And he tried to force to words out, tried to tell Eric what he wanted. “More.” A gasp. “Harder, damnit!”

Ryan was so close, so close, and it had been so long and the only thing he could think off now was coming, just coming, finally falling over the edge. Eric groaned when Ryan trusted back against him, wrapping his legs around Eric’s waist in a quest for more leverage. “Jesus, baby.” He gasped into Ryan’s skin, kissing and licking it when the words finally left his mouth.

One of Ryan’s hands still clutched his shoulder, curling upwards and pulling him closer. The other one was buried in Eric’s hair, looking for purchase in the wild strands. He was hanging on for dear life, while pushing for more all the time. And then Eric put his own hands on the headboard for purchase and moved his hips savagely, using his arms to give himself more strength when rocking forward. Ryan cried out, could feel it coming, every thrust of Eric’s hips hurling him towards the edge and then finally…. Fuck!

The world seemed to end.

Eric could feel his heart beat slowly returning to normal as lied on top of Ryan. He fought to regain his breath and rested his forehead on Ryan’s sweaty shoulder. He let go of the headboard and groaned when his arms fell to the side. Slowly, he pulled away from Ryan’s body, hissing slightly and kissing Ryan’s swollen mouth when Ryan mewled softly to protest against the movement. He slowly fell to the side, face first into the pillow, too exhausted to do more then that, one leg still curled around Ryan’s legs and an arm splayed across Ryan’s torso. He tried to pull the young man closer but couldn’t seem to find the strength in his arms. Finally, he managed to maneuver himself so that he was facing Ryan, and his body was resting against Ryan’s. He looked down at the brown mop of hair belonging to the younger man who seemed half asleep, his eyes at half mast looking well and truly fucked. Eric resisted the dopey smile that wanted to form on his face.

He pushed back a few locks of Ryan’s hair and allowed the smile to make a brief appearance when Ryan wriggled slightly closer. He kissed the damp forehead, Ryan’s skin still slick with sweat and sighed.

He was slightly tempted to try and talk in order to suggest a second round after a nap, but was strangely reluctant to talk. Ryan closed his eyes, wiggled once more in an effort to get closer and finally fell asleep. Eric shifted slightly closer so that they were resting skin to skin. He could feel something gnawing at him in the pit of his stomach and with a start he realized that it was something he hadn’t felt in quite some time, guilt.

He sighed and leaned his forehead against Ryan’s fluffy hair. He had pressured Ryan, seduced him into his bed, had taken advantage of that moment in the bathroom, when they’d connected despite their differences and disagreements. He’d gotten what he wanted, but it was only now that he started to wonder at what price that might have been. He looked up at the ceiling and frowned, what the hell was going on with him? He hadn’t felt guilty in years, not since he’d started with the Mala Noche.

He’d felt guilty back then, about leaving his family behind because they didn’t approve off him joining the Mala Noche. He’d felt guilty about the things he’d done, but he’d pushed it back and away until it disappeared and the stuff he had to do didn’t faze him anymore. And now, with Ryan sleeping peacefully beside him, tired and worn, he felt guilty as hell. He felt guilty about the way he’d done everything he could just to get into Ryan’s pants. He felt guilty about practically forcing the younger man to throw away his morals and values. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe he was feeling guilty.

He closed his eyes and buried his nose in Ryan’s hair, breathing in the scent. God, he lov- He broke off the thought before it completely formed. For a moment he just laid there, his face resting against Ryan’s hair, every muscle in his body dying to tense up and jump out of the bed. He could feel his heart beating rapidly against is rib cage in panic. He forced the thought away, along with the guilt, forced it away to the back of his head.

He closed his eyes to it and turned his back, he couldn’t, wouldn’t, feel anything like that. This was one of the reasons he didn’t have any contact with his family anymore.

He used to be a good guy, he used to have morals and values. He’d been raised in a loving family with stability. He’d been the baby of the family with three older sisters who adored him and teased him, with parents who loved him unconditionally. He’d had dreams and hopes and aspirations. And he’d abandoned all of it when he’d gone with Riaz, partially because he couldn’t face the disappointment in his parent’s eyes. Oh, they’d assured him they still loved him and they did. But they couldn’t bear knowing what their son was up to.

But he’d also abandoned them because it was dangerous to truly care for anyone in this line of business. So he’d walked away from his family, closed off his emotions and allowed himself to indulge in carnal pleasures. He had numerous one night stands, did what he pleased and didn’t care about the damage he did.

But Ryan…. He was dangerous ground, he should walk away from this, get out of the bed and walk away, pretend it had never happened. He should just get up and when Ryan woke up, should just pretend that Ryan was nothing more then another notch on his belt. He should just forget about Ryan, stop thinking of him as a person but instead of nothing else then another body to fuck. That’s what he should do.

He sighed against Ryan’s hair, his body lethargic and tired and worn out. Another minute, just another minute of pretend wouldn’t be so bad.

TBC