Title: You have a problem
Pairing: Eric / Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: slash in the locker room, don't we love that :o)
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI Miami or any of its characters
Hi, I was inspired to write this after I saw CSI Miami, Pirated.
Thx to my Beta Reader: Neurotic Cat Goddess
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Eric was pissed off, the conversation with Frank about the Puerto
Rican was still on his mind, and so was that stupid bastard Wesley
Morgan! How could people be so racist?
He stormed in the locker room, just in time to hear Ryan mutter,
Goddammit,Delko
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Ryan stood in the lockers room, cursing Eric, because he made a mess
in the locker room.
His shirt lay there, wrinkled; he hadn't even tried to fold it! His
shoes were thrown haphazardly in front of his locker. Why didn't he
use his locker?
Ryan bent down to pick up the shirt, when suddenly he was grabbed and
slammed against the locker.
"You got a problem with me Ryan?" Eric breathed in his ear.
"What the fuck, Eric? Let me go" he protested.
Eric turned him around, so they faced each other, but still kept Ryan
against the lockers.
"So tell me, do you have a problem with me?"
What is your problem, what are you talking about?"
"Well, do you?" Eric asked in a low voice, still pinning him against
the lockers. The words were whispered, so close that Ryan could feel
the other man's breath ghosting across his lips, and it was turning
Ryan on. Eric was so close to him, he could feel Eric's warm,
muscular body.
Oh God, thought Ryan, not now.
"I, I don't have a problem with you Eric." feeling himself blush, he
tried to look away.
"Then why where you cursing my name?"
Ryan was biting his lip, trying to hold down a moan, at the feeling
of his growing erection.
Eric stepped closer and caught hold of Ryan collar.
"Tell me!" Eric said with a low voice.
"Shirt" gasped Ryan, "your shirt, I was cursing because you left your
shirt here, you didn't clean your mess."
Eric looked at the shirt and back at Ryan, but something had changed;
he was smiling now, a teasing smile.
"You're lying." Eric whispered, before pressing his knee between
Ryan's legs. "You have a problem."
A moan escaped Ryan mouth.
"Tell me what your problem is."
"Fuck." Ryan groaned to himself.
"Is that what you want, a fuck with me?"
Ryan could only moan desperately, Eric's knee still pressed against
his erection.
"what, did you think that I hadn't noticed you staring at me?" I'm
not blind, Ryan."
"Tell me Ryan, tell me how much you want me."
Ryan closed his eyes, this is not happening.
"Tell me how you want me, how much you want me." Eric said, rubbing
his knee against Ryan's erection.
This was driving Ryan crazy; he couldn't just ignore this. This was
torture!
"How much"
"God Eric, I want you," moaned Ryan.
Oh god, what did I say, thought Ryan, but soon his mind was on
something else,when Eric crushed his mouth on Ryan's and forced his
tongue in Ryan mouth.
Ryan put everything he had into the kiss, exploring the other man,
showing Eric just how much he desired him. Eric brought his hands up
to cup Ryan's face, driving his tongue into Ryan desperately, easily
matching Ryan's passion. Ryan moaned into the kiss as he ground his
hips against Eric's.
Strong hands cupped his arse, pulling him up and hard against Eric.
When their erections rubbed together for the first time, Ryan tore
his mouth from Eric's with a tortured groan.
Ryan ran his hands all over Eric's chest as the other man trailed
light kisses over his cheek. Eric kissed lightly behind Ryan's ear
before continuing a path down Ryan's neck.
Ryan leaned his head back, giving Eric better access.
Eric unbuttoned Ryan's trousers, and rested his hands on Ryan's hips,
crushing his mount back to Ryan's.
His hand in Ryan's pants had slowly moved from his thigh to his
crotch, pressing against the hardness.
Ryan moaned deep in his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his
head when Eric took him in hand, stroking with light touches.
"Fuck, Eric," Ryan gasped breathlessly as he pulled his mouth away.
"Oh yes, I will."
That was what Ryan wanted too, he wanted to be fucked against the
lockers. But they could be caught. What if someone saw them?
Ryan knew from the look in Eric's eyes that he was thinking the same
thing.
"Let's finish this at my place" Eric whispered.
Einde