Ryan started as he opened his eyes, he shot up and glanced around before his mind settled down, he realised he was in his own bathroom, he must have fallen asleep. He rubbed his eyes as he shivered, the water had cooled off on his skin making his shiver, he glanced at the clock on the side. He had been asleep for half an hour or so. He pushed himself up to be sat up, his rips protesting slightly, slowly he pulled himself up out of the water as a knock echoed in the small room.
"Dinners ready" came Eric's smooth voice, before Ryan could hear his feet retreating, padding against the wooden flooring. Ryan had forgotten the Cuban was there, he pulled himself out of the water. The water droplets ran down his body as he stepped onto the floor, grabbing the black fluffy towel and wrapping it around his waist. He looked into the mirror and messed with his hair, which had curled slightly at the steam in the room, sighing he got himself comfortable on the toilet seat before he started to dry himself, pulling out his clean clothes from the box under the sink. It was a wooden box where he would always store a set of clothes for when he got home after a long day, save dripping water through the house and having to clean up after himself. Once he was satisfied he was completely dry and clean he pulled on his clothes, slipping socks on his feet.
Eric had finished dishing up the food equally between the two plates, he had already washed up the things he didn't need anymore, he didn't want Ryan to feel uncomfortable. He had seen it before at Alexx's house.
- It was Alexx's husband's birthday and she had invited everyone over for a dinner, she had cooked herself and made enough for an army. The dinning room table groaned with its load. There was everything from all different places in America, everyone would find something that they liked. People where walking around the house as Alexx finished off the main meal, Eric and the whole of his family was there, they where talking and laughing. They obviously knew how to keep the party going. Calleigh was there with her boyfriend at the time, but he didn't seem to like the fact she was doing some dance with Eric and soon left.
Horatio was sat in one of the chairs talking to Alexx's husband as their kids ran around the room screaming and laughing. Ryan was sat in the far end of the room, he was almost trying to hide in the shadows of the room, and people where content to let him do so, but Eric had turned to watch him, seeing his eyes darting to the kitchen every few seconds.
The Cuban had walked over to give Ryan another coke, he turned to see what he was glancing at, he shook his head, the younger man could see the pile of washing up that lined the sides in the kitchen, he could see the ticking in Ryan's eyes to go and do it before he did anything else. Eric had been able to see that Ryan was getting agitated with not being able to do it, so Eric took his hand and dragged him over to his family, to take his mind off the washing up. –
Eric had remembered that it had worked, Ryan was soon talking to Marisol, although he still didn't seem at total ease his mind seemed to move from Alexx's washing to his sister. Though Eric knew Ryan had stayed behind and helped to clean the place up, he smiled as he went into the thoughts.Ryan limped into the living room, glancing around before he headed towards the dinning room, the smell of food was making his stomach growl. He walked into his dinning room to see the table, that he hardly used, was laden with food he blinked and made sure he was sat down before turning to the walkthrough to the kitchen.
"Expecting others?" he said as he pulled his leg up slowly to check over the damage, seeing the slight swell and purpling. Eric glanced up from his work in the kitchen, seeing the younger man.
"No" he started before just replying "Alexx". Ryan nodded at the answer as he knew she would moan at the amount of food in his fridge and the amount he eat, he placed his leg up on a spare chair as he looked out the doors to his view.
The Cuban glanced at the younger man when he thought Ryan wasn't looking, Ryan's hair was slightly damp and looked shaggier than usual, which Eric thought made him look cuter and hotter, his green eyes stood out against his sunlight skin. Eric couldn't help but stare at him, was his co-workers able to be that hot and hide it so well.
"Meow!" came a very loud noise right next to Eric's arm, the taller man turned to face a furry black face, who was looking at him then the salmon that Eric was de-boning, before his tongue licked his lips.
"your not getting this kit" said Eric before he turned from the pleading eyes, but a black paw batted at his hand, Eric turned back to the face seeing the green eyes wide and pleading. The Cuban couldn't resist and handed blade the skin, he smiled at the purring the cat made before he took the fish into the dining room.
"You know he will play you for food, every time you're here" said Ryan as he looked down at the fish, he could cook himself, but he usually didn't have the time to make much to go with the more expensive foods, and he didn't see the point of just putting it to waste. Eric chuckled and it filled the space they where in. Ryan looked up at the other man, his breath caught. The flat seemed so different with Eric there, his smooth laugher and presents was just made the apartment seem alive and Ryan liked it.
"Yo Wolfe, eat your food before it goes cold" Eric's voice cut through his thoughts, he flushed as he realised he must have been staring, with his cheeks aflame he looked at his food and started to help himself to some of the vegetables.
The meal was a quite affair but it was comfortable, the two men where making small talk now and then but most of the time they where eating in silence. Both males took the time to admire their companion, Eric's mouth curved up into a smile, now he knew that Ryan liked him as much as he did the younger man, he moved his foot towards Ryan and slowly pushed his socked clad foot up the slimmer leg of Ryan.
Ryan coughed as he felt something moving up his leg, that something was definitely a foot, a human foot, and it was the foot of Eric, he looked up at Eric, his cheeks where flushing again as the foot got higher before dropping away. He could see the mischief in Eric's eyes and it confused him, Why would Eric be doing this to him, was he just playing. So best thing cut Eric off before he got to fare into his game.
"move you foot Delko" he snarls and turns his body slightly to be away from his reach as he put his cutlery down, He saw something flash in the dark eyes before he could hear the foot moving across the lino floor.
Eric had expected that response, so he wasn't going to give it up, he got up seeing Ryan had finished.
"Why don't you go and rest in the lounge, I'll clean up in here" he said kindly, not showing any response to what had happened under the table. Ryan nodded and got up slowly, limping off to the lounge, he got himself comfortable, picking up a magazine.
Eric smiles slightly as he watched Ryan relax before he set about cleaning up, once he was finished he glanced at the time. Checking it in his head he figured it was time for Ryan's painkillers and antibiotics. So he walked into the lounge with the pills and water.
"Drink up" he said as he flopped next to Ryan, handing him the pills and water. Ryan glanced over at him before nodded slowly and drank it. Eric took his glass and placed it on the floor out of Ryan's sight as he looked at Ryan. "So anything planned for your days off?"
Ryan looked at him, clearing saying that he had nothing planned and he wasn't having any time off. Eric smirked as he looked at him. "okay I'll change that question. How are you going to get to work tomorrow?"
"How I always get there" said Ryan rolling his eyes as he went to stand up, but Eric's hand on his shoulder stopped him and he firmly pushed Ryan to sit back down.
"well man, you can deal with Alexx if she finds that you've driven" Eric said as he turned to look at Ryan. The younger man was closer to him than he though and their lips with inches apart, Ryan gasps and looks up into Eric's eyes. The windows to your soul people say, whether Eric was reading Ryan right or not, the fact that Ryan leant forwards and pushed their lips together told the Cuban- Russia that he had read the younger man correctly.
Their lips brushed against each other, breath still ghosting over each other, Ryan was hesitant now that his lips where on Eric's, he had kissed Eric and now his bottle was going, he went to pull back before he found his lips being ravaged by a skilful mouth. Eric dominated Ryan's mouth, his hot tongue mapping out the willing mouth, that opened and gasped against him, Ryan couldn't do anything but hold on, his hands ran up to run through the black hair of his companion. Eric started to lean Ryan back as he was reluctant to release the warm heaven that he was in, but fate conspired against him as he felt Ryan's teeth move, luckily he had pulled his tongue back, he pulled back to see Ryan was gritting his teeth, not in angery but in pain. Eric looked down and then realised he had been pushing Ryan back on his ribs.
"I… think my ribs…have it in…for us" mumbles Ryan as he peaked up at Eric, he was panting from a mixture of the kiss and pain, Eric chuckled and leant his head on Ryan's forehead as he panted as well. Their breath mingled together as they took control of their breath. Eric pushed himself back up, but not before kissing Ryan softly on the lips.
"I think you might be right Cachorro" Eric smiled as he pulled himself up to sit against the arm of the settee, he helped Ryan to move, before he pulled Ryan to lean against him, with his legs over his own. " comfortable?"
Ryan looked surprised before nodding, he was sitting up on his own, he looked at Eric, could that kiss have been real, does that mean that Eric wanted him, or was he just doing it for a reason. Eric looked at him and rolled his eyes.
"Ryan let it go, I mean this, I'm not being nice or doing it for a bet. I want you Cachorro. And once you are, I'm not letting you go" he said a darkness creeping into his voice that sent a shiver down Ryan's back. He could only nod, before he leant his head on the back of the settee and closed his eyes.