It was very simple. Very, very simple. It started with soda and his lunch and the laws of physics and gravity. Very simple(at least to scientists anyways). He was in the breakroom, minding his own business, chewing on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while washing down the thick peanut butter with a swish of diet soda. But then Valera accidently tripped over his chair and elbowed him, his chemical cocktail spilling all over his nice white shirt, seeping through past his tanktop where he felt the coldness of his drink touch his skin.

She apologized and offered to buy him another soda while he went to change. He made his way from the breakroom to the locker room, tacky dress shirt wet and stained. It must have been a sign, he figured, Calleigh had always hated this shirt anyways.

Inside the locker room he was met with Ryan, who offered him an arched brow, "what'd you do?"

"Valera," Eric explained, opening his locker and making sure he had his spare shirt(which was equally as tacky, if not more so) hidden somewhere in the depths of forgotten things, "she tripped over me, she owes me a soda," he explained. It was small talk, and Eric didn't really think one way or another about anything when he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his tank top, but Ryan's eyes stayed on him. Eric had a nice torso, abs and muscles and contours, the whole nine yards, so people usually stole a glance or two, but a very confused Ryan stayed watching him, specifically his back, his eyes questioning instead of admiring.

Eric tilted his head painfully oblivious and stared at Ryan, his lips turning into a questionable frown, "Ryan?"

"You uh," he smirked, "you uh didn't tell me you had a new girlfriend."

And now it was Eric's turn to stare at him in question and study the younger man, "what?"

"She's a little kinky? I figured you might like it rough here or there," he said pausing to smirk, "but damn Delko, your back looks like you were clawed at by a gator."
It was then that Eric remembered the past few nights. They'd been a little rough, but it had just been really really good hot-steamy-toe-curling-limb-numbing sex. He'd uh, discovered a couple of new pleasure points that she'd yet to discover, and well... his back seemed to pay the price. But he hadn't minded though, not a damn bit then, and well, it did kind of turn him on, and once she discovered that, she made sure to utilize it.

"Who's the lucky girl that's got your epithelials under her nails?" he asked, his smirk growing while he crossed his arms, "those her teeth marks too?" he continued, nodding to the small purple bruises below his collarbone and along his shoulders. At that observation Eric had to admit that "a little rough" was a bit of an understatement, but they'd just been doing a lot of investigating lately.

"I uh-" Eric was incoherent and lost for words, though of course Wolfe couldn't resist his continuous taunting, "you know, i figured Calleigh like it rough, but damn."

Eric was still lost for words while he stared at Ryan completely dumbfounded, vaguely aware that he was gaping at the other man like a fish out of water, but his response only resulted in Ryan smirking a bit wider, "well," he closed his locker to look at Eric, "glad to know that her lungs are feeling better and your head isn't bothering you as much," he walked past him, patting him on his shoulder, this was something he would never ever let Eric live down.

He laughed a little at the way Eric tensed under his touch, "Relax Delko, I'm not gonna tell anyone. I'm just happy to know that the two of you have finally fallen into place with one another," another pat and his smirk widened with amusement, "also glad to know the real reason why the two of you have been late from time to time."

With an amused sigh he left Eric standing in the locker room, shirtless(and once the confusion somewhat subsided he tugged on a shirt before anyone else could see him) and mortified. Neither Eric nor Calleigh were sure when and how to break the news to their fellow co-workers that they were involved with one another, but now Eric wasn't sure if he could even tell anybody anything with Wolfe standing there with that knowing smirk. It was always Ryan, wasn't it? Though, Eric had to be honest, it's better than Natalia or Valera or Horatio. Natalia would be... uncomfortable, Valera would tell everyone, and Horatio would well... be difficult to read. So at least with Ryan, he could expect the sarcasm and the teasing, and know it wouldn't go any further than that. But still, neither he nor Calleigh would ever be able to live this down. He figured though, it was payback for the shitty way Eric had treated him when he'd first come to CSI. And knowing that he at least wouldn't tell anyone and would only have to deal with his knowing smirks, Eric figured the two were now even.