Title:
Flustered
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Speed/Eric
Warnings:
None
Disclaimer: Belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer
Summary: Eric
knows what buttons to push
The Trace lab was quiet for once, as nearly the entire team was out on call. The only ones who had remained behind was himself, Eric and the lab rats.
He was finishing off a report from their last case, cleaning up and making sure everything was labeled properly when Eric walked through the door.
Speed smiled; Eric had thrown on the jeans he'd worn yesterday, which was okay cause they looked good on him, and one of his t-shirts. Normally he wouldn't've been adverse to Eric wearing his clothes, but ot when they looked better on him.
But maybe that was just him being biased...
He did look quite ravishable. And the looks that were shooting his way weren't helping any, either. Speed shifted on the stool, trying to ignore Eric.
He seemed to realize this, however, and walked around the table to lean over his shoulder as he worked. If there was one thing he hated in the world, it was people reading over his shoulder. He blinked, frowning slightly, but put his best effort into completing his paperwork, eager to get it over with.
It was when his mind picked up on the fact that he could hear Eric breathing softly, in and out, that he began to panic. His thoughts wandered back to last night, and to their very eventful activities; Eric breathing heavily as Speed leaned over him, sweat-slicked skin gliding smoothly over the other...
Speed swallowed hard, sliding out from under Eric and paced the floor rapidly, licking his lips.
"How- why- ugh. Tonight." And with that, Speed left the lab, deciding a stroll in the morgue would cool him down nicely.
Eric's laughter echoed down through the halls, mocking him, telling him that he had succeeded in his task. His buttons were pushed; his job had been done.