This is my first CSI:Miami fic, ARGHHH! I love this show sooo much, Horatio Caine, Ryan Wolfe and Rick Stetler are very sexy (ESPECIALLY HORATIO!) ;)
I hope you like the story, I felt Rick and Ryan didn't get much love so needed their own fic :)
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:Miami, or any characters i have mentioned in this fic.

Secrets

Alarm clock ringing in his ears, Ryan Wolfe rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Nearly falling asleep in the hot water his shower provided, he walked back towards his bedroom, feeling a little more awake than he usually did. He opened his wardrobe, looking for clean clothes to put on that morning. Sighing, Ryan realised he didn't have anything except a pair of tight black skinny jeans and a ¾ length sleeved green silky shirt. He pulled on the clothes, running out of time to worry about it too much. Pausing by the door on his way out of the house, he grabbed a Nesquik chocolate cereal bar and pulled on a pair of black converse trainers. Getting into his personal Hummer, Ryan started driving to the lab, sure that he was in for a long day from his choice of outfit.

Trying to ignore the stares and low whispers of 'whoa' from people around him, Ryan walked into the quiet break room and sank down into a comfy chair with a latte. He knew wearing these jeans had been a bad idea. Honestly, he had always been told by previous boyfriends – yes, boyfriends. Ryan didn't really have much of an interest in women – that he had a great ass, but he'd just ignored them, sure they were only after more sex from him. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy sex; he just didn't want a bad reputation. Especially not in his line of work. It could affect any future positions in his career he might want if people thought he was a slut. He wished that he'd listened to those compliments now, and had the sense to put on some suit pants, even loose sweat pants would be better!

Horatio Caine was walking towards the break room. It had been a really rough night's sleep and the alarm had rung far too early for his liking. He was hoping some coffee might perk him up, just for a bit, until he could have a break and go home for some sleep. Opening the door and stepping into the room, a better sight greeted him than coffee.
Ryan Wolfe.
Ryan Wolfe in really tight black jeans.
Ryan Wolfe almost bending over to pick up a magazine from the coffee table.
Horatio almost groaned. Really it was far too early in the morning to be seeing things like this. Well, almost. Ryan turned around quickly after hearing the door open and saw Horatio standing there like a rabbit in headlights, staring at Ryan. Ryan swallowed. It was no secret that every guy except Frank and Eric was gay or bisexual in the CSI lab. Ryan felt a little cornered. Not that he wasn't enjoying this. Maybe he was a little bit of a slut. But Horatio was pretty sexy. The redhead was strong, dominant and always really smooth. It was impossible for Ryan to not notice him as a sex god rather than a co-worker or boss. Horatio's son, Kyle was just as good-looking and effortless in his attitude as his father, although nobody would admit they'd been staring at the blonde boy. Horatio would kill them all.
"Ryan, why are you wearing those jeans?" Horatio hoped his voice sounded normal.
"Umm, well the thing is, I woke up and I had nothing else to wear and I just pulled them on really. Sorry." Ryan looked at the floor. He felt really bad now. Horatio was his boss! There was no way he'd been staring at Ryan because he liked him; Horatio obviously just thought Ryan was trying to get attention. Smirking a little, Horatio walked over to Ryan and lifted his chin up with his hand.
"There's no reason to apologise. I just think you may want to watch your ass when you start working… literally."
"I think I may have to, yeah." Ryan smirked as well. It was good to know that Horatio and himself could flirt like this and still work together fantastically. Grinning, Horatio let Ryan's face go and strode past him to the coffee machine. It took Ryan a little while to process that he had a slip of paper in his hands. Reading it, Ryan saw an address for a restaurant and a meeting time and date for next weekend. Smirking, he slipped the paper into his pocket. How many more offers like that or phone numbers would he be getting today?

Rick Stetler wasn't having a fantastic morning either. His alarm had broken (no he hadn't forgotten to set it the night before), his favourite shirt had needed ironing when he didn't have much time and to top it all off, he had to go and see Ryan Wolfe about a shooting that had occurred last week involving several officers being injured and one lost life. He already had a full report from Mr Wolfe, he just needed to recheck the date and time, to be sure and get Ryan to sign a form stating he had told the truth about everything he saw. Walking into the CSI department he asked the woman on the reception desk where Ryan Wolfe was. Checking the board, she directed Rick to one of the more secluded labs at the back of the building. The lab was fairly dark, used for looking over evidence and photographs. Walking in through the frosted glass doors a big and better sight also met his eyes. Ryan Wolfe was leaning over the desk to put two photographs together. Rick swallowed hard. There was no need for Ryan's ass to look that good in those jeans. They looked like they'd been painted on by an artist. He looked absolutely perfect.
Turning round, Ryan saw Rick leaning against the glass doors.
His first thought was, 'For crying out loud, why is he here?'
His second thought was, 'He looks just like H did when he walked into the break room.'
His thoughts led Ryan to an obvious conclusion.
'It was a terrible idea to put these jeans on this morning.'

Walking over to Rick, Ryan held his hands up in apology. "The jeans are a little small, I know, they were the only thing I had this morni-." His apology speech was interrupted when Rick pulled him forward and grabbed his as with both hands.
"DO you have ANY idea how good you look in those jeans?" He purred into Ryan's ear, before nibbling his way down Ryan's neck. Ryan gasped. He didn't mind Stetler much anyway, had always known Rick was really a good guy at heart and really didn't care about what anybody was gonna think, so long as Rick kept groping his ass and leaving marks on his neck. Using his own hands, Ryan pulled Rick's face gently off from his neck and kissed him hard. The two staggered back, until Ryan hit the desk and couldn't move any further. They broke this kiss for a moment and stared at each other painting gently. Ryan broke the silence first.
"Shouldn't we head to your office, where we won't be interrupted?" Grinning wickedly, Rick pulled Ryan along behind him, only dropping his hand when they started walking through the corridors to Rick's office. As soon as they were in Rick's office and he had locked the door, the two men began kissing again. Ryan was guided backwards to Rick's couch, where he flipped their positions so he was straddling Stetler. Kissing Rick's lips and then moving down his body, Ryan began undoing Rick's shirt and his own. Pausing his kisses to undo Rick's pants and pull down his boxers. Undoing his own jeans and pulling down his own boxers, he flung them carelessly across Rick's desk and began kissing him again. Rick's hands started wandering south again, and when he grabbed Ryan's arse this time, he gently pushed one finger into Ryan's entrance. Breaking the kiss, Ryan gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. It was a little painful, especially dry. It had been too long since he'd last done this.
Rick gently kissed Ryan's face, whispering to him, "I'm sorry it hurts."
Ryan looked back up into the other man's eyes, "It's okay, just don't stop now." Adding another finger, Rick stretched Ryan out, preparing him for longer to make up for the lack of lube. Pulling his fingers out, he lined his cock up with Ryan's entrance and pushed in. Ryan's head fell back and his eyes were rolled in bliss. It had been way too long since last time. Setting the pace (he was still on top of Rick, seated just right) Ryan began lifting himself up, then sitting back down, just as Rick began thrusting into him. Without pulling out, Rick switched their positions, leaving Ryan lying underneath him. Rick started moving in and out faster and harder, while Ryan moaned out loudly. Too soon Ryan felt his orgasm approaching.
"Rick! So close!" he moaned again in want.
"I know me too. Come for me babe." Rick said huskily into Ryan's ear. With that erotic phrase still ringing in his head, Ryan nearly screamed out as he came. After thrusting into Ryan again roughly, Rick came inside him. Panting, the two men collapsed together, too tired to think about getting dressed or moving.

After a few minutes, Rick pulled out and got off Ryan, allowing the two to clean themselves off with tissues from Rick's desk and get dressed.
"Rick, wouldn't someone have heard that?" Ryan looked worried. This was exactly the kind of thing he didn't want people knowing about.
Rick chuckled a little at the look on Ryan's face.
"No way, my office is sound proofed. To make sure nobody can listen at the door if I'm conducting a private interview." Ryan felt a lot better, knowing nobody would know about this. Before he left, Rick grabbed Ryan and pulled him in for another kiss. Breaking away, he handed Ryan a slip of paper with his number on it.
"I don't usually do things like this, but I wouldn't mind a repeat of that. Call me sometime?" Rick grinned cheekily again.
Ryan smirked. "Maybe Rick. Maybe."

The End

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