Fic: Another Kind of Life 8/15
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: Sex, again, and angst
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 8

Ryan groaned against the light when he woke up, his body protesting at any sort of movement. He was aching and sore in all the right places and he could feel Eric’s warm body pressed up against this. This was good, Ryan decided, keeping his eyes closed, just another minute of pretend and rest and then wake up to the real world. And then Eric’s body shifted against him, a hand coming up and stroking his hair, fingers dancing over the back of his neck, his shoulder blades, down along his spine until they pinched his ass.

Ryan didn’t even jump anymore, he simply grumbled and opened one eye to find Eric smiling at him. He opened the other and then closed them again when Eric’s mouth came down for another kiss. He opened his mouth wide for Eric’s questioning tongue, but instead of the rough, possessive, almost harsh kisses they’d shared during sex this one was soft and gentle and tenderly exploring. Ryan mewled softly, reaching up, his senses really waking up as he pressed his body against Eric, looking for closer, closer, closer. Eric’s hand on his ass, squeezed more forcefully, pulling him against Eric’s body roughly. The kiss turned wet and hot and Ryan was definitely ready for round two when Eric pulled away abruptly.

Eric stared at him, eyes dark and breathing heavily. “What’s wrong?” Ryan whispered.

His words seemed to shake Eric awake and he grinned, one of his filthy and playful smiles. Ryan’s heart stuttered and skipped a beat. That grin made him want to do nothing else but spread his legs wide and beg Eric to fuck him. He shuddered softly at the thought and Eric moved at the sight of it. He rolled the over and pinned Ryan down beneath him, grabbing Ryan’s wrist and forcing down against the pillow above Ryan’s head. He lowered his head and murmured in Ryan’s ear, in that hoarse voice of his, dripping with seduction. “Nothing’s wrong, baby.” The nickname made Ryan want to melt into the pillow, but he resisted. Instead he spread his legs and thrust up against the body on top of him, making their hips move groin against groin.

Eric threw his head back and moaned softly, moving his hips against Ryan’s softly, slowly with almost lazy movements, languid. “Oh but the things you do to me baby.” He looked down again, his heavy gaze burning into Ryan. “Oh, the things you make me want to do to you.” And then he went down for a kiss.

Ryan kissed him back, his hands still pinned above his head not deterring him from reciprocating. He moved his lips against Eric, trying to say that he’d let Eric do anything to him without actually having to say they words. Eric’s mouth slipped away from his, his wrists were released and slowly, Eric’s body slithered downwards underneath the sheet, his mouth kissing every bit of Ryan’s skin he came across.

“Eric,” Ryan breathed, hyper aware of the trail of Ryan’s mouth, “you don’t have – Oh God!”

There was moist head surrounding him everywhere, moving on him, a tongue following the thick vein on his cock and a hand tugging and playing with his balls and the soft skin behind them. Ryan’s hands fisted into Eric’s hair, not knowing if he wanted to force Eric down or pull him back up. The only thing he could do was lie there and let Eric do whatever the hell he wanted because dear God. “Jesus!”

Eric focused solely on his task as he heard Ryan cry out above him. Eric loved giving blowjobs. Some men might interpret the act as one of submission, but Eric understood the power of taking a man’s cock into his mouth and driving him absolutely crazy. He enjoyed the feeling of a man loosing control when his hips started moving forward uncontrollably. And he especially loved this moment, going down on Ryan who was crying out and squirming and writhing beneath his ministrations like he’d never had anyone go down on him before.

Eric closed his eyes and relaxed, allowed himself to simply be in this moment, forgetting his worries about his feelings for Ryan. He simply allowed his mouth to go slack and take Ryan as deep into his mouth and throat as he could manage. He felt Ryan’s balls tighten in his hands, heard the wail Ryan let loose and then groaned when he swallowed down everything Ryan had to give while Ryan’s back arched up into him. He kept Ryan’s cock into his mouth a little longer, until Ryan was ultimately spent and then slowly released him.

Eric re-emerged from underneath the shirt with a shit-eating grin on his face, while Ryan could only lie there, his bones turned into jelly incapable of movement. “Eric,” Ryan moaned softly, lifting a shaking hand to touch Eric’s cheek. He moved his leg slightly and felt Eric’s hot and heavy erection bump against his knee. Eric hissed at the contact and Ryan’s eyes widened. “What do you…”

“Don’t worry baby.” Eric murmured, lowering his mouth and kissing Ryan’s lips, evading Ryan’s attempt to deepen the kiss. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and then, with one quick movement, turned Ryan unto his belly. He worked one hand up underneath Ryan’s torso and pulled him up, unto his knees before quickly working on opening Ryan up for him. “I’m gonna take you on your knees, baby.” Eric said softly, feeling the shudder racking through Ryan’s frame. He grinned. “You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? All dirty and ready to fuck you senseless?”

Ryan whimpered and Eric stabbed his fingers deep inside, forcing a moan out of Ryan’s throat. “You fucking want it, don’t you, Ryan. You want my cock deep inside of you, filling you up until you forget your own name. You want me to fuck you hard and fast, to fuck your brains out.”

Ryan whimpered again and Eric grinned, fucking Ryan with his fingers, one, two, three, all the while keeping up a whole litany of dirty talk, Ryan whimpering and writhing beneath him. He was so fucking hard, Eric gritted his teeth, and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on. “I’m gonna fuck you good and proper baby.” He groaned and Ryan just moaned in response.

And then with one trust he was inside and Jesus, that felt good. He forced himself not come yet, because he was so close. He counted backwards from 20 until he was calm enough, confident that he wouldn’t blow his top the first time he moved. He reached out with one hand and could feel that Ryan was hard again. He smiled as he leaned his head against the bump at the end of Ryan’s spine, right between his shoulder blades. He took a deep breath and proceeded to screw Ryan’s brains out.

It was like the time before, only better, because Ryan seemed to have lost all his inhibitions since last time and was loudly calling out Eric’s name, begging to be fucked harder and faster. With every thrust of Eric’s hips Ryan’s body shot forward, nearly knocking him to the bed on his belly. Instead, he shoved the pillow out of the way and set his hands up against the bed, stretching out his arms and giving him enough leverage to push him against Eric. His head hung forward, his eyes clenched shut against the pleasure that Eric seemed to drill into him. Once again, the bed was banging against the wall in a savage rhythm, a tone to accompany their movements.

For a brief moment, Ryan wondered if the bed was going to fall apart under their movements, but then the banging seemed to fade into the back ground as his orgasm ripped through him, nearly taking him by surprise. He could hear Eric groaning his name behind him. “Ryan, baby, fuck, baby.” And then it was over, the banging had stopped, replaced by the sound of their heavy breathing.

He allowed Eric to maneuver him unto his back and smiled when Eric reached out to grab the second pillow to replace the first one that Ryan had knocked to the ground. He was splayed out on his back, completely relaxed and he couldn’t care one whit that Eric could see the unguarded smile on his face. Eric smiled back and Ryan ignored the shadow in Eric’s eyes when Eric nestled down against him, his head resting on Ryan’s chest, covering Ryan’s body like a blanket.

He nuzzled into Ryan’s shoulder, reveling at the soft skin until he couldn’t resist temptation any more and kissed it. He sighed deeply, allowing his muscles to relax. He pushed aside the warm feeling his chest that spoke of more then simple afterglow fuzzies and closed his eyes, contemplating taking a nap. Ryan was his for the time being, and he wouldn’t be any more when Eric delivered him at the Miami Dade Crime Lab, safe and sound, and that was that. They’d both move on, they’d have to.

Fooling himself into being satisfied with that decision was surprisingly easy for the moment, so he went with it. He sighed again, pleasantly exhausted and nearly purring when he could feel Ryan’s hand starting to card through his hair. For the moment, Eric was at peace.

The peace, however, was disturbed by the ringing off the phone and Eric groaned, recognizing the tune as his cell phone. Ryan chuckled. “I could get it for you.”

Eric glowered at him. “Very funny.” Sighing he got up and went to find his pants. He quickly grabbed his phone and flipped it open, answering it.

“Delko.”

Eric, how is my package doing?

Eric unconsciously straightened as he heard Riaz’ voice. “It’s fine sir, in good hands.”

In good hands? I trust that you haven’t harmed him, considering that you, unlike others, do take no for an answer.

The smug tone of voice alerted Eric to the fact that Riaz was well aware of his attraction to Ryan and that the older man was probably aware that he’d taken the younger man to his bed.

“In perfect condition boss.” Eric answered.

I’m coming soon, everything has been taken care off. Caine has been so distracted with looking for his missing charge that he didn’t catch our … investment. When I get there I want to talk to Mister Wolfe. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.

Eric could feel something dark crawl up his spine but he nodded nonetheless. “Of course.” Without saying anything else he hung up, knowing that Riaz was finished talking. He turned back to the man on the bed, who was looking at him with soft eyes. Eric’s stomach clenched at the desolate expression on Ryan’s face. It was obvious that Ryan had understood who had been on the other side of the phone line and that he was expecting bad news, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

Sighing, Eric made his way to the wardrobe. He pulled out a matching outfit and threw it on the bed without looking at Ryan. “Put these on and do it quickly. Riaz wants to see you and he’ll be here soon.” With those words he slipped into his own clothes and moved for the door.

“Eric!”

Ryan’s voice stopped him briefly as he grasped the door handle.

“Just…please…” But Ryan didn’t even know what he was asking for.

Eric closed his eyes and took a deep breath before leaving the room without looking back.

Ryan watched him go, unsure of what had just happened. He was pretty sure Eric had been talking to Riaz on the phone, there wouldn’t be anyone else the Cuban would call sir. He sighed and got out the bed, the whole room reeked of sex and while it hadn’t bothered Ryan a minute ago, now it seemed to clog up his nostrils and threatened to make him gag. He swallowed pas the lump in his throat and headed for the bathroom, intend to wash the smell of sex from his skin.

He let the hot spray rain down on him and leaned his forehead against the cold marble. It seemed that now Eric had gotten what he wanted and he’d been reminded once more of where his loyalties lied, that all the friendliness had disappeared. It seemed that now Eric had gotten in his pants he had no further use for Ryan. And Ryan shouldn’t be surprised because he’d known that all along, he’d known that giving into Eric would be giving in to an extended period of a one night stand and would end the moment Eric had to walk away and force Ryan to walk away. But Ryan had given in despite everything, despite knowing that Ryan didn’t do casual, wasn’t capable of casual.

He could feel the hot tears burning behind his eyes but he stubbornly pushed him back. It had just been a one time deal, just some fun, it didn’t mean anything. He didn’t do casual, but giving in had been the same as agreeing to do it casual just this once. He angrily scrubbed at his eyes and grabbed the soap. After the shower he’d be clean and he wouldn’t smell like sex or Eric anymore. He’d put on some clean clothes and walk out of there with his head held high. It didn’t matter that he was just another notch on Eric’s belt.

It didn’t fucking matter.

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Eric quickly slipped into fresh, clean clothes. He’d just taken a shower and his hair was still damp, sticking up because he’d run his hands through it repeatedly. Some drops of water stained the collar of his shirt. He sighed and sat down on the bed in his own personal room, decorated with deep, dark reds with brown and white. He took a deep breath and forced his heartbeat to slow down, forced himself to calm down. He needed to be calm and collected when he went to meet with Riaz, it wouldn’t do to let Riaz know how badly Ryan had rattled him.

He flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Without his permission his mind travelled back to Ryan, remembering the smooth skin and the breathy cries, remembering how it felt to take Ryan from behind and let his instincts take him wherever they wanted to go. He remembered how it felt to take Ryan’s cock into his mouth, or to have Ryan spreading his legs for him, just for him. If he closed his eyes and concentrated he could still recall the taste of that hot mouth as it opened for him. He could still remember the feel of being inside that tight, hot body.

He could feel his cock give a twitch of interest, but it was too soon to get hard again, even though his body was obviously trying to. He ruthlessly squashed the memories and forced himself to calm down. He was going to finish up like they had planned. He would take Ryan to Riaz, who would try to intimidate the younger man into spilling some of Horatio Caine’s secrets. It wasn’t necessary, but they should at least try.

Afterwards, if Caine and Ryan didn’t make too much of a fuss, Ryan would be deposited back in front of the crime lab, safe and sound. Eric would have a dozen dependable witnesses who would place him across town for the entire time Ryan was gone and the drugs in Ryan’s systems would make his statement questionable at best.

And if they did make a fuss? He knew Riaz, not even Caine would be able to find what was left of Ryan.

But no matter what happened, Eric Delko would forget all about Ryan Wolfe.

TBC