A\N (NOW REDONE)
Hey guys, sorry for taking long. Technical difficulties and life.
Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this, it links together the story so you guys understand whats going on and brings in most of the characters. By the way before you ask, no it doesn't follow the series much. I'm only using characters not the series. This Chapter is dedicated to my best reviewer, ARLENE and my wonderful John, who of course was my spelling and grammer genie!
Enjoy
BJ
Walter Simmons smiled as he closed the case box. Thirty seven long gruelling days but they had done it. Solving two cases in one and bringing justice to six families. Fifteen years ago a serial rapist and murderer had hit the streets of Miami Dade, claiming the bodies and lives of four women. His violence had been escalating after the first victim. The fourth has been found with her genitalia hacked off. Just as the CSI team had been close to solving the case and catching the bastard, he vanished into thin air. The murder/rapes stopped and after several weeks the women of Miami Dade felt safe enough to walk the streets again. Now he was back.
He kidnapped two teen girls on their way to high school. Kelly Green and Melissa Roberts lived opposite each other and had been best friends since they were five years old. Well until they had reached high school. Melissa had grown up into a tall , athletic, blond cheerleader while Kelly had grown into a sharp mind and a love for books. Almost ten years of friendship had been cast aside because cheerleaders just weren't friends with nerds. The rapist had taken a shine to Kelly. He had been a nerd himself. Extremely intelligent but not much looks. He too had been rejected by the cheerleaders and jocks of high school. As a result he torture Melissa until she died from blood loss. Through sheer determination and a will to service, Kelly had gotten the man to trust her. He let her use the bathroom to '' pretty '' herself up for him and had escaped by squeezing out the tiny bathroom window, as soon as she was free, Kelly bolted. She ran seven blocks before the adrenalin left her and she swayed on her feet. Running up to the closest house, she prayed to every deity that existed, that someone was home. Screaming for help she banged on the door. The last thing she remembered before passing out was the door opening.
Lucky for Kelly she had gone to the best house on the street. CSI Eric Delko had been visiting his mother and his baby sister Marisol, when he heard Kelly's screams at the front door. Telling his mother and sister to stay in the living room, Eric took his service weapon out of its holster and went to investigate. Finding no sign of trouble, he opened the door just in time to catch the teen girl who collapsed into his arms. Eric lay her down on the floor gently and called his sister and mother for help. The girl was covered in blood. His mother and sister raced down the passage and took over from him while he called for an ambulance and his boss lieutenant Horatio Caine.
A long difficult case followed with almost no evidence. Once he discovered that Kelly had escaped, her rapist had cleaned the house from top to bottom with industrial bleach and hidden Melissa body so the police wouldn't find it. The owner of the house was a German man who lived in his home country and rented the house out. His information about the man who had leased his house only led to them opening a case of identity theft. In the end the case had been solved by CSI Ryan Wolfe. The rapist had used a hosepipe and bleach to clean his victims, inside them and outside, so there was no semen to test for DNA. Lucky for them, Kelly recalled the sound of the shower going every time he lock her and Melissa up again. Following Ryan's hunch, he and Eric had pulled up the showers plumbing and found several brunet hairs. three with their root still attached so they could test them for DNA. the DNA led them to a recently released convict – Daniel Lotze. Lotze had just been released after fifteen years for armed robbery and murder. He and a friend had tried to rob a woman at gun point. The woman had fought back and pulled off his mask. To protect himself, he shot her several times, not thinking that the old man in a nearby house had seen it all and was on the phone to police. Faced with all the evidence against him, Lotze confessed. He also confessed to the cold case of a serial rapist. Giving clues and stating evidence that had never been made public. Now Lotze stood on death row.
Walter looked over at the man who had found the clues needed to solve the case. Ryan was dusting a broken wine bottle for prints. His long raven hair hung almost to the counter he was bent over and the set of tags he had begun wearing glistened in the bright neon lights of the lab. Ryan had changed in the last six months. He seemed to be growing steady more depressed from the start of the year and then six months ago he had changed completely. The biggest change was his appearance. His honey brown hair had been grown out and cut into bangs and diagonal slashing fringe. He had ditched his light coloured suits and was now wearing only black ones with navy blue or dark green shirts. Ryan had always been quiet but these days he barely spoke at all. He was practically a ghost in the lab. Not that anyone other than he had really noticed. Walter watched the tags sway on their chain before Ryan, as if sensing his gaze, quickly tucked them back in his shirt. Walter itched to know what they said. They had appeared on the same day that Ryan had started changing. Ryan hid them at all times, never taking it off and never showing them. Walter didn't have the nerve to ask him though. Something about them made his instincts scream to leave it alone and a CSI was nothing without their instincts after all. He was just about to ask Ryan if he was okay when Eric entered the lab carrying two boxes of evidence. "Hey Walter," he greeted, "New case. A couple of hikers found a little kid hacked up and buried in a trunk in the glades. H wants everyone on it." He said softly before turning to Ryan, "Wolfe! H wants the evidence processed as in yesterday." He snapped at him. "Natalie is bringing in the trunk." Walter frowned at Eric's tone but said nothing. He was use to it by now. Everyone in the lab treated Ryan like he had the plague because of something that had happened before his time. What that something was, Walter had not yet found out. Neither Ryan nor anyone else would say what it was, just that Ryan wasn't liked and everyone didn't want him around. Walter gently unpacked the evidence from the boxes and smiled as the other lab techies approached and got to work. "Natalie's probably taking it to the Garage." He commented aloud knowing Ryan would go. Ryan nodded his thanks, picked up his kit and left.
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The Garage was the nickname of the larger lab where they processed big pieces of evidence such as cars and furniture. Ryan carried his kit to the lift in silence. No-one even looked up as he passed but after three years he was use to it. Taking the lift down to the lowest floor, Ryan exited the lift into the Garage. Eric had said a child had been murdered. What if.. Ryan cut off his thoughts abruptly with a strong mental slap. He had promised himself not to think about it at work. He would not fall apart in front of the people who worked here. They would rip what was left of his heart to shreds without a second thought. Not that there was much left of it to begin with. Natalie was already searching the trunk for evidence when he approached and set his kit down on the table. Ryan opened his kit and pulled out some gloves. He put them on carefully and checked that they were on properly. "You can do the lid Wolfe." Natalie said without looking up. The trunk was covered in dirt and every part of his mind suddenly started screaming for him to scrub it clean. Forcing his OCD (Obsessive compulsive disorder) temporarily away, he began taking dirt samples. He dusted the lid for prints and found several including two overlapping ones on the latch of the trunk. He also found two different hair samples, one brown and the other blond. Both had the roots so they could be used for DNA testing. As he was photographing the hair evidence, Eric entered. Natalie looked up as he approached them. "Hows Kyle?" She asked. Ryan's blood ran cold. " He stable for now but its bad. Cracked skull, bruised ribs, and a badly broken leg. They will know more when he wakes up." Natalie frowned, "And do they have any idea when that will be?" Eric shook his head. "H and Julia are with him now. Julia apparently saw the driver and H is handling Kyle's case personally. He sent me to find out if we know anything yet." Ryan could barely breath. Cracked skull? Bruised ribs? Broken leg? He couldn't loose Kyle too. When he had first joined the lab three years ago, everyone had rejected him from the get go then a year later H had brought a rebellious sixteen year old with one hell of an attitude in for questioning. By the end of that case Horatio had earned a son and Ryan had found a new friend in Kyle Harmon. They didn't flaunt their friendship for everyone to know because Ryan was still a leper in the lab but they had gotten quite close away from it. Ryan had even babysat Kyle's daughter Abigail a few times. In fact only three people knew of their friendship. Horatio, Julia and Eric. Eric! Ryan halted his thoughts at the man's name. Eric knew that he and Kyle were close friends yet the man had said nothing about him being in the hospital or even that he had gotten hurt. "May I speak to you quickly Eric?" He asked softly. Eric scowled but nodded, jerking his head to the side, indicating that he wanted to talk away from the other CSI's, where they couldn't hear them.
"What Wolfe?" Eric practically snarled at him the moment he was sure they couldn't be over heard. 'Kyle." Ryan said, "You know we're close." Why didn't you tell me he was hurt? What happened? Where is he now?" Eric's face darkened, "He's at the hospital with his family Wolfe! I didn't tell you because it has nothing to do with you. He was hit by a car three days ago!" he snapped before turning and walking away. Ryan glared after him but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Three days. His friend had been hurt for three days. A glance at his watch told him there was still two hours left before he could leave the lab to go see Kyle.
The two hours seemed to drag by but time passed eventually. Ryan stripped off his gloves and threw them away before he headed to the locker room to fetch his jacket and car keys. His locker stood between Horatio's and Eric's. It had belonged to a man named Tim 'Speed' Speedle before it was his. In fact Speed's name was still painted on it in peeling paint, despite the fact that Horatio had told him his locker would be freshly painted within his first week. The hinges of it were also failing. He had tried to replace them but was stopped and told that he wasn't allowed to make any changes to Speed's locker. When he had told tried to remind them that it was his locker now, they ignored him. Ryan took a quick look around the locker room but it was thankfully empty. The other CSI's had a nasty habit of glaring at him when he opened his locker. Even though it had been three years since he had taken it over it was still Speeds locker to them, even his desk was Speeds desks. Ryan opened his locker trying to ignore the way it squeaked. He wasn't even allowed to oil it. Everyone would actually be happy if he just didn't touch it at all, so Ryan made a point of using it as little as possible. Ryan pulled his jacket out and put it on. Taking out his car keys he put them in his pocket before trying to close the locker as quietly as he could, not that it helped much. Leaving the locker room, he headed down the corridor to the lift. Eric shot him a murderous look as they passed in the passageway. Ryan shook his head as he stepped into the lift and hit the button for ground floor with his sleeve. He would never touch it with his hand, way to many germs. He doubted Eric remembered but they had met before for one amazing night in New York, that had changed his life, five years ago. It had only taken one night for Ryan to fall in love with him but he had left New York the next morning and had locked Eric away in his heart as the one who he could never have. He had be delighted when he had been promoted to the lab, even more so when he found out that THE CSI Eric that he had known for that precious night in NY worked for the same lab. It didn't take long to shatter that delight. In fact it was destroyed not even two hours into his first day. Eric didn't recognize him at all, he had clearly only been a night of sex to the cold hearted Cuban, who's loathing for him had become apparent from the moment they met. True he had looked different back then but if Angelo, the bartender and owner of the club they had met in, could recognize him then surely Eric could to? Horatio had told him not to take any of it personally, that everyone in the lab was still in mourning for their fallen comrade and that Eric and Speed were best friends. Ryan had understood. He would be utterly gutted if he ever lost his two best friends, Danny Messer and Michael Walsh. He had assumed that the team would mourn then after that welcome him into their ranks but they rejected him time and time again. Three years on and they were still rejecting him, especially Eric.
Ryan left the building and crossed the parking lot to his car. Unlocking it and putting his kit in the back. He got in and started the engine. He drove slowly to the hospital. Ryan could still remember every detail from that one night in New York. The night he and Eric had first met.
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The air was surprisingly warm that night as Ryan and Danny walked through the streets of New York. It was Ryan and Michael's last night in New York. The three best friends had spent the last two days visiting all of their favourite places. Tonight however, Michael had been roped into a family with the whole Walsh clan so Ryan and Danny headed out alone. Michael giving Danny a secret instruction, to get Ryan laid. Ryan couldn't leave New York a virgin, well at least according to his friends. Ryan and Danny had eaten dinner at their favourite pizza place for the last time. The owner had given it to them on the house. The three friends were some of his best regulars and he was sad to see them go. They always had a fun story or two for him. After leaving Danny had suggested they go dancing. Ryan had readily agreed, wanting to get rid off his excess energy. Danny had hailed a cab and given the driver an address in a warehouse district as he got in next to Ryan.
The taxi dropped them off in front of a warehouse for a canned fish company. "I thought we just had dinner, or were you looking for a little fish oil for your harem?" Ryan teased him, "Ya just wish you were in it." Danny said statistically as he lead the way down a small alley way between the fish warehouse and the warehouse next to it. As they walked down it they heard music that got progressively louder as they neared their destination. The alleyway opened out to a small parking lot and a large warehouse with the name Angelo's in curvy red letters. Different coloured strobe lights escaped from the roll door entrance. A long line of men stood along the side the building and curved around the corner. " A gay club Danny?" Ryan asked surprised, "Come on Ry, you'll never know if you don't try it!" Danny grinned as he led the way into the club by passing the long cue and heading straight for the door. The bouncer grinned as Danny approached, " Danny my man! Say hey to ya bro Louie for me, yeah?" The bouncer called after them as Danny and Ryan slipped beneath the rope he lifted for them. Danny pushed open the set of inner doors and the music and heat blasted out at them. Danny grabbed Ryan's hand and lead him through the multitude of men on the dance floor who were dancing and grinding to the beat of the music that poured out from huge speakers. The bar was on the other side of the club, separated from the dance floor by tables and the dance box. The dance box was literally that, boxes of glass that had lights underneath. It illuminated the dancer so that everyone could see them clearly. On weekends Angelo usually had several done up in sparkling silver that caught the light to entertain the clubs users. The boxes had sound proofing behind it Danny smiled at Ryan, "Welcome to Angelo's baby!" He shouted at Ryan. He pointed at the bar, Ryan assumed he meant that they should go get a drink first.
Ryan sighed in relief when they finally got to the bar and the sound level dropped to a decent decibel. "What can I get ya Danny?" The bartender asked as they sat down at the bar. "The usual Angelo" Danny replied, "And for you little friend?" he asked making no secret of the fact that he was looking Ryan over. "Just coke please." Ryan said stiffly. He was going to kill Danny when they got out of here. Michael too because this insane plan was undoubtedly his. "Angelo this is Riven Walsh, Mickeys cousin from San Fran. Riven, this is Angel, bartender and owner of this wonderful place." Angelo narrowed his eyes at Ryan, who had almost not reacted at his new name. A local gang called the Hellhounds were baying for Ryan's blood. They couldn't touch Michael or Danny though. Michael was Lord Walsh's son. Lord Walsh had more connections than the Mafia and Danny was Louie's, a leader of a rival gang, little brother. The Hellhounds were not stupid enough to believe they could survive a war against the Tanglewood Boys.
So to keep him safe Michael and Danny had convinced Michael's stepfather to let Ryan move to Miami with them. They had changed Ryan's appearance, Dying his hair almost white blond and cutting it short. Danny had lent him clothes that were so un – Ryan that no-one would believe it was him, or at least they hoped. Ripped tight black jeans, that had been driving Ryan's OCD insane, a skin tight red silk t-shirt and a scuffed soft black leather jacket. Ryan had barely left Michael's home since Danny had gotten the warning but as they were leaving within days Michael and Danny had felt it was safe enough for Ryan to enjoy his last days in New York before he left it behind. A pair of colour changing contacts later and the blond, navy blue eyed Riven Walsh emerged.
Danny's grin broadened as Angelo placed a double vodka shot and a beer in font of him. "There you go sweetheart!" He said placing the bottle of coke and a frosted glass in front of Ryan. Angelo looked straight at Ryan as he said softly, "You know Danny boy, the Hellhounds have been around here looking for that little friend of yours Ryan Wolfe." Danny frowned. "Mario wants Ryan because he helped Summer after one of his punishments. The last one before she died. He beat the shit outa her but he's blaming Ry." Angelo nodded, "My advice Ryan Wolfe is to leave town." Danny downed his vodka shot. "He's leaving tomorrow." Ryan could only stare at Angelo in horror during the short conversation. "Why don't you hit the floor Danny?" Ryan told him, picking up on the way Danny was practically drooling over the male flesh on the dance floor. Danny grinned and disappear into the throng of dancers. " Relax kid, Angelo's in neutral turf and the Tanglewood Boys saved my ass more times than I can count. Your safe here. I wont say nothing about seeing you." Angelo said picking up a dirty glass to clean it. Ryan released the breath he didn't even know he was holding and started to relax. Angelo laughed as he crossed to another patron who was signalling him, "Just yell if you want something sweetheart!" He called back over his shoulder."
Ryan ignored the glass and drank his coke from the bottle. He turned on his chair to watch the dancers as he sipped at it.
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Two hours later and Ryan was bored as shit. He sipped on his fourth coke as he watched Danny grinding on the dance floor between two men. Clubs really were not his scene. "Hey baby can I buy you a drink?" A slimy voice said making him jump as a tall pasty man slithered his way onto the chair next to him. "No thanks." Ryan told him firmly. This was exactly why he hated clubs. They were filled with horrible men that only one thing on the brain. Kinda like Danny, he though to himself with a small smile. Since Danny had worked out he was gay he had turned into a total slut. Danny never whored himself out but he flirted enough to kill a goat with enough smiles. Too late he realised his mistake. The slimy bastard had taken his smile as an invitation to slid his hand up Ryan's leg. Shuddering, Ryan tried to pull away but the man tightened his grip. "Your little friend is too busy getting busy on the floor. Come on, if he can have a little fun, why cant you?" Ryan shook his head and pulled his leg free but the man grabbed his arm, "Come on sweetheart, I just wana show you how much fun you can have sitting on me instead of that chair." Nausea filled Ryan's arm as he felt the man's sweaty palm on his flesh. "Angelo!" Ryan shouted. He turned to find him but that was a mistake to, as he turned back the man jumped him, kissing him hard. It was wet and sloppy and utterly disgusting. "If you don't get your filthy hands off my boyfriend now, you'll never have sex again." An ice cold voice said from Ryan's other side. A tall muscular man with short black hair and chocolate brown eyes stood next to him. Recognising a rescue when he saw one, Ryan shoved the slimy bastard away and wrapped his arms around the strangers waist. "What took you so long babe?" He asked softly. "Saw a few friends, stopped to chat." The man said setting his beer on the bar. Ryan's attacker scoffed, "He's not your boyfriend." He sneered. The man pulled Ryan loose from his body, drew back a fist and punched him. The man crumbled under his fist and slid to the ground in a heap. Ryan's rescuer turned back to him, grabbed him by the waist and pulled him flush against him, "Come near him again and I'll show you what I'm really capable of." He scowled at the man before bending his head and catching a surprised Ryan in a kiss. The strangers kiss was hot and passionate leaving Ryan breathless. Tipping his head back he gave himself up to it. The stranger grinned and slid his fingers in Ryan's hair, moving his head to the perfect place. Ryan kissed him back as he ran his tongue along the seam of Ryan's mouth begging entrance. Ryan parted his lips and almost moaned as a scorching hot tongue entered his mouth. All too soon it was over. The stranger released him, feeling breathless and flushed. Ryan turned red as he heard the catcalls and whistles that the men nearby were letting off. The loudest one he recognised as his traitorous best-friend. He really was going to kill Michael and Danny. As soon as he remembered how to breath. "Im sorry about the mess Angelo." His rescuer said waving a hand at the man he had punched who was still on the floor. " No problem Eric, Im sure you'll see Riven here home wont you?" Angelo asked with a wink. Eric nodded then bent down to Ryan's ear, " Want to get out of here?" He asked. Ryan was still trying to figure out how to stop his racing heart and nodded. Eric smiled, taking Ryan's hand in his, he lead them out the club. "See you at Mickeys at eleven!" Danny called after him as he passed. Eric led him to a black BMW and stopped at the door. "I wont attack you, you know. My name is Eric Delko, Im a cop in Miami." Ryan finally slowed his racing heart to look at his saviour. Eric Delko really was a beautiful man. Tall and slim with caramel skin and silky looking black hair and deep eyes the colour of hot chocolate. "I can take you home now or we can go to my place." Eric said unlocking the car. Ryan opened the passenger side door and got in, locking his safely belt in place he turned to Eric who was doing the same. Remembering that kiss, Ryan blushed red. "Your place." He said. Eric smiled, "I was hoping you'd say that." he said leaning forward he kissed Ryan quickly before turning to the front and starting his car.
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The drive to the hotel room was done in almost perfect silence, the faint sound of their breathing was the only flaw in the still air. Riven staring either at his hands or out the window the entire way. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Riven was nervous. If nothing else, the dozens of I'm-checking-you-out-super-fast glances did the trick. Eric smiled at the kid. He really was cute and the little rescue stint he did back at Angelo's had been fun, especially since he had gotten the hot blond as a reward.
He had been dancing when he spotted Riven. Bumping and grinding with a gorgeous brunet with an ass to drool over. Riven's almost white blond hair stuck out like a beacon in the dark club. Riven's distraction had cost him though. By the time he turned back to the Brunet, he was dancing with some other idiot. Eric had had little choice other than to go chat up his distraction and he was glad he did. The mixture of horror, fear and disgust on the blonds face spurring him into action against the nasty looking weasel who was slobbering all over him. It was blatantly obvious that the blond didn't belong in a club. A quick check of his glass confirmed that he had been drinking soda all night! What kind of person went to a club and spent the night drinking soda at the bar? Someone who didn't belong that's who. Maybe sleeping with the kid was a bad idea. He would just take him home or to the hotel, give him a beer and talk or something...
They arrived at the hotel before he could make up his mind. Pulling into the private underground parking, swiping his key-card to gain access as he drove in. Eric parked his car in one of the two bays assigned to his room and turned to Riven. "Hey, you okay?" He asked. The kid was clearly not, his face was pale and his breathing irregular but he smiled at Eric and nodded. They got out of the car and Eric made sure to set the alarm, it was a loan car after all. Eric led the way to the lift and pressed the number 7, once they were inside. Riven pressed himself into the wall furthest from Eric almost immediately. " Riven?" he said softly. Riven's head shot up as he turned to him. "Come here." Eric lent forward and grabbed his hand, lightly tugging him closer. Bending his head, Eric kissed him lightly, 'We dont have to do anything." He said quietly, letting the flushed kid go. Riven nodded meekly as the the lift stopped. The doors opened with a soft 'ping!'
Eric led the way down the corridor to his room, swiping the slot to gain accesses he let Riven enter the room before flipping over the ''please clean'' sign to the ''do not disturb'' side. "Can I get you a beer?" He asked as he pulled off his jacket, smiling when Riven followed suit. He held out his hand for it and hung them on the hooks next to the door. When he turned back, Riven had crossed the room away from him and was standing by the window. "You have a beautiful view." he said softly, unconsciously rubbing his right arm with his left. Eric sighed, so no sex then. It was just going to be a long night of talking. He went to the small bar and pulled two beers out of the fridge. Opening them he went to sit on the pale blue sofa. Just about everything in the room was blue, aside from the wood which was light pine, polished to a high gloss finish. Taking a sip of his beer, he held out the other to Riven in invitation. The kid smiled broadly and setted down next to him before taking it. "Thanks Eric." The pair sipped their beers in silence for a while before Eric asked the question that had been plateauing him all night. "Why the hell was Riven in a club if it was clear he wasn't a club guy. Voicing his question, Riven surprised him by laughing. "My friends thought it was a good idea. You see we are going away for a while and Danny and Mikey thought it was a good idea for me to go to a club, get a guy and get laid before I left. I only recently worked out I was gays and ..." Riven cut off, blushing scarlet as he realised what he had said. He had just blurted out his entire life to the hot Hispanic who had obviously brought him to his hotel room to shag him into the carpet, not hear about his pathetic life and his troubles with the Hellhounds. The question was did he want to get laid tonight? He was practically a virgin. Okay! He was a virgin. The most he had done was a few blow jobs and the odd handy. On the other hand Eric was really hot. Chocolate brown eyes that made him want to melt and raven hair that was begging for his fingers to get tangled up in. The Hellhounds could find him tomorrow. Mario wanted him dead with a passion. What did he have to loose? Decision made, he set his beer down of on the coffee table and gentle took Eric's from him. Placing it next to his, he lent forward and kissed him. Before he could loose his nerve and flee.
The kid had startled him. Taking his beer away before claiming his mouth in the sweetest kiss Eric had ever had. Unsure of how far the kid was willing to go, Eric lost himself in the gently kiss, almost moaning as Riven opened his mouth for him to deepen the kiss. With a sharp twist, Eric turned them over and began plundering the depths of Riven Walsh's mouth. What started out sweet soon became passionate as desire sparked in them both. Flaring in Riven as he wrapped his arms around Eric's head and held him closer, his fingers burring themselves in his hair. Their bodies aligned perfectly, Eric's legs between Riven's parted ones, their growing erections grinding into each other as they kisses. Riven pulled away first, gasping for air, he bucked, desperate for more friction. Eric groaned as he began trailing a line of fiery hot kisses down Riven's neck. His hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt. Pausing there as he wordlessly asked for permission to remove it. Riven shoved his hand up impatiently as his own hands left Eric's hair and started on the buttons of Eric's dress shirt. He was forced to let go as Eric pulled his t-shirt up, the sleeves forcing his arms up. Eric stopped pulling up when it was around his forearms, effectively trapping his arms as he feasted on Riven's neck and chest. His trail of kisses moved across the hollow of his throat to his collar bone. Sucking a made a vivid red mark, marking Riven as his. Eric grew harder at the thought. The gorgeous blond was his. Bending down again, he latched on to a nipple, licking and biting softly, delighting in the kitten like mews Riven was making. Letting it go, he blew lightly over the wet nipple, enjoying Riven's shiver as he latched onto the other nipple. Not to be outdone, Riven fought to free himself. Pulling free he wove his fingers in Eric's hair before pulling him up for another air stealing kiss. His hands tugging at Eric's shirt buttons.
Groaning in Riven's mouth Eric forced himself to stop kissing those deliciously full and slightly swollen lips and rip his shirt from his body. He head the slight sound of a few buttons of his favourite shirt ripping off but he didn't care. All he could care about was burying himself in the blond. Thrusting into the undoubtedly tight, wet, heat of his Riven. Peppering him with kisses, Eric went lower once more. Ignoring his nipples this time in favour of kisses to his flat muscular chest and stomach. "Eric." Riven moaned as he reached his waist band. The blonds jeans were sinfully skin-tight, showing off the obviously bulge in his pants. Tracing the swollen length over his jeans with a finger, Eric grinned as Riven hissed out his name, telling him to stop teasing and get on with it. As much as he liked to play, their would be time for that later. Right now he needed to be inside him. Cupping Riven's cock, he squeezed lightly. Riven arched into the touch. Before Eric could do anymore he was pushed slightly. They had been sitting on the small two seated sofa and the movement pushed Eric over the edge. Landing hard, he was about to scold Riven when the kid followed him down and took over. Kissing him hard and bucking his hips into Eric's. Eric groaned as the friction, he was painfully hard. It was Riven's turn to touch and trail kisses over his body. He pinched Eric's nipples between his fingers, as he he kissed his way down. Unbuttoning Eric's jeans he pulled them down half way and quickly followed with his black boxers before freezing. It was one thing to desire to have sex, it was another thing to see the long, thick erection that would soon be inside of him. It was an intimating thing. A strong, tall proud, caramel coloured shaft that was so thick, his hand just, just could wrap around it. The large head had long veins and was a deep red-purple, straining in desire. It was huge. Much bigger than his or Danny's or Mikey's. The only other two real cocks he had seen and touched when they hit puberty. (The receivers of his only hand jobs and blow jobs) Gently, almost in awe, he touched it. Running his fingers over the organ. It felt like the softest silk over rock hard steel. Eric raised himself on his arms to watch him, letting out a soft moan as his fingers trailed over the bulbous head. Encouraged, Riven gripped it lightly, stroking it slowly and squeezing at irregular intervals. He was terrified of hurting Eric but taking Dutch courage from his irregular breathing and hisses, he was doing a good job. Copying what he knew he liked to his hands actions, Riven stroked Eric, revelling in the way Eric's erection seemed to grow even harder. Eric cursed loudly as Riven brushed his thumb over the delicate head, his finger dipping slightly in the slit. Pre cum flowed freely, coating Riven's hand, making his cock slick and making Riven's strokes faster.
Eric was close! So damn close! It was just a hand job but some how it was more than that. He sucked in a harsh breath as Riven lifted his pre-cum slicked hand from his dick. A pink tongue slipped a tiny bit from his mouth and licked his hand. The hand that was covered in his fluids. Eric closed his eyes tightly but couldn't take the image out of his mind. He had been so sure he wasn't getting any only half an hour ago now he sat on the carpet with his jeans around his knees at the mercy of this navy eyed angel. Eric was a man who prided himself on his sexual performance. He always pulled at least two orgasms from his partner for the night before taking them and his own pleasure bt the little vixen on the floor next to him had blown that all to tiny pieces, the moment that hesitant hand had wrapped around his dick. The moment it happened he knew he was lost to the kid's mercies. If he didn't stop the kid soon he was going to embarrass himself by coming so fast. "Riv..." he began but his voice was stolen as Riven who decided he liked the taste of Eric's pre cum, took the head of his cock in his mouth and sucked hard. As if he was trying to pull the fluid from his cock. The feeling of the hot, wet, suction, blasted all thought from Eric's mind. 'Fuck!" He groaned, raising his hips, begging Riven to take more of him in his mouth.
Riven took as much of Eric in his mouth as he could without chocking or vomiting. It wasn't much, he was just so damn big! Sucking hard, he licked his tongue up the sides of his cock. He still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was giving a blowjob to a guy who wasn't Mickey or Danny . "Pull yourself together Ryan!" he told himself sharply around a mouthful of cock. The words vibrating around Eric's cock making him throw back his head as he moaned in pleasure. Eric lost it before he could stop himself. It was just to much. The vibration, the wet heat, the suction... Long ropes of come shot into Riven's mouth as he came with a scream.
Riven started as the first rope of cum hit his throat, swallowing the thick substance instinctively as he released the cock from his mouth. Ropes of cum shot from Eric landing on his face, his hair and on his bare chest. Gripping Eric in his hand again, he stroked him as he rode out the last of his orgasm. Eric's mind was an explosion of blurred colours, far away sounds and pure, white hot pleasure. The kid had done nothing yet some how that was one of the most intense orgasms he could remember having.
Riven grabbed his tshirt and wiped as much of he cum off himself as he could. It wasn't has hot to be covered in cum as he thought it would be. It was actually pretty gross. Though the sound Eric had made as he came, the look of pleasure on his face. A shiver ran through him and his cock twitched painfully, reminding him that he still hadn't cum himself. Riven wiped his chest then paused looking at a large blob of white cum on the red fabric. Dipping his index finger, of his other hand, into it lightly he stirred it slightly then, once his finger tip was coated he pulled it away and raised it to his mouth. He was so curious of how Eric's spunk tasted. The cum that had landed in his mouth had been swallowed before he could really taste it. Sticking his tongue out he licked his finger a little. It tasted basically the same as his pre cum had. Humming in pleasure, Riven licked his finger clean, unaware that he was being watched until Eric let out a soft moan at the erotic sight. "Do you.." Eric hesitated. He wanted to be buried in him more than ever but he wasn't sure if Riven wanted more. His kitten licks to the cum on his finger had him rock hard again and he wanted him. Riven grabbed Eric's hand and pressed it against his straining erection. He wasn't sure where the boldness came from but he wanted Eric. He needed Eric. He needed Eric took take him and needed it now.
Eric didn't waste time, he wanted this too much. Standing he stripped off the rest of his clothes, watching hungrily as Riven did the same. Catching his hand like he had in the lift, Eric tugged him closer and instantly claimed his mouth in a kiss. Riven wrapped his arms around his neck, pressing his naked body against Eric's. He couldn't stop the groan that escaped him as Riven's erection pressed against his own. Bending down he caught riven behind the knees with his right arm. Lifting him up bride style, Eric carried him to his bedroom, put him in the middle of his bed before joining him. "We can stop now you know, we dont have to do anything." Eric said softly. He knew he just ruined the mood but he had to be sure that Riven was okay with going all the way. Normally he wouldn't care but something about Riven made him want this to mean more than the quick fuck it was. "Shut up Eric!" Riven said leaning up and kissing him hard. Eric quickly gained control, running his tongue over the seam of Riven's lips, groaning in delight as they parted to allow him access. He could easily get addicted to Riven's taste.
Unconsciously aligning their bodies to the perfect angle for friction, Eric reached blindly for the bedside table. Grasping the corner, he felt lower to the handle of the drawer and pulled it open. He reached inside for his bottle of lube as he abandoned Riven's mouth in favour of feasting on his neck. Riven wasn't his only conquest in his week in New York and not all of them had been male and needed lube. Putting the bottle down next to his leg he started a path of kisses down Riven's body. Sucking and licking his nipples, licking and kissing along the bottom of his ribs and dipping his tongue in his belly button. He smirked at the writhing mess he had reduced Riven to. He couldn't wait to get inside of him but first he needed to get rid of Riven's mind. He trailed kisses, licks, and nips down Riven's thighs to his knees then back up the inside of his legs. He deliberately ignored Riven's cock, knowing full well he was driving the kid insane. "Eric please!" Riven whined, burying his fingers in Eric's hair and tugging lightly toward his swollen dick.
Eric grinned wickedly, his next move was sure to destroy all concious thought from his Riven. He licked the head of the kids weeping cock in a few small quick licks. "Eric!" Then without warning swallowed him whole and sucked hard. "ERIC!" Riven's scream echoed in the otherwise quiet hotel room. His body arching up until he was almost stilling up. Eric used the distraction to coat a finger in lube and use it to enter him. He twisted his finger inside of him, adding to the pleasure as he looked for that magic spot. Another wordless scream confirming its discovery. Eric ghosted his finger over it as he thrust it slowly into Riven. After a few seconds he removed his finger and replaced it with two. Riven groaned slightly at the burn but accepted the protrusion. Two fingers became three. Thrusting in and out of him, twisting and scissoring until he was stretched open well. Coating his dick with the lube, Eric crawled over Riven and positioned himself at his well lube entrance. Leaning down to kiss him, he entered slowly. A small part of his mind screaming at him that he was going bareback and needed a condom but that part was instantly quietened at the delicious pleasure of being gripped in that tight wet heat. He moved in slowly, pausing to kiss Riven's and to let him adjust to the intrusion. Eric moaned as he bottomed out, completely buried in Riven's body.
"Move!" Riven gasped out, his nails digging in Eric's back as he wrapped his legs around him. Eric complied. There would be time for him to enjoy the kids body later. Right now he needed him. Needed it like he needed to breath. Setting a punishing rhythm, Eric pulled out almost to the tip of his dick before slamming forward. Thrusting harder and faster as his body surged in and out of the smaller one beneath him. "Eric!" Riven moaned against Eric's neck as he kissed and sucked it, leaving a Hickey as his mark. He pounded into Riven as he raced toward the apex of pleasure that dangled teasing just out of reach. "Harder!" "Faster" Eric complied with every command. His climax was building up fast. Slipping a hand between them he grasped Riven's dick and began stroking in in time with his thrusts. He was determined to get Riven off first. He had to, for his own pride. A few strokes later Riven exploded between them with a scream of his name and he let go. Yelling out Riven's name as he flooded his insides with his cum.
Shaking slightly with the force of his of his orgasm Eric collapsed onto of Riven. Rolling them over, he slipped out of him. Kissing Riven's face he pulled him close as he sucked in air. The sex had been amazing. Riven had a body it would take a life time to tire of. His body under control again, Eric kissed Riven's forehead. The sound of soft breathing made him look down. Riven lay in his arms, covered in cum and fast asleep. Smiling Eric de-tangled himself from Riven. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Returning to his kid he brought a warm wet cloth and cleaned as much of the cum of Riven and the bed as he could. He took the cloth back to the bathroom then slipped into bed with Riven. He could deal with it later. Riven was cute asleep. He was a little annoyed that Riven had fallen asleep but the sex was worth it. Closing his eyes, Eric decided to nap with him. They had all night to make love again after all.
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Ryan woke up deliciously warm the next morning. He really didn't want to get up but he and Michael had to be at the airport at nine sharp. He stretched his arms out and froze when this left hand came into contact with something. There should be nothing there. Turning on his side, Ryan realised that there was warm weight draped across his waist and a profound ache in his legs and arse. The events of last night rushed into focus as he turned to see Eric. They had fallen asleep together after round two. Ryan blinked at the beautiful picture a sleeping Eric made before he realised what he was doing and where he was! He went to a club and left with a total stranger. Eric Delko could have been a serial killer for all he knew and he had... OH GODS! He had slept with a random stranger without a condom or anything. Barely breathing to stop himself from hyperventilating, Ryan carefully extracted himself from Eric's arms. "Riven?" Eric said sleepy, opening sleep filled eyes. "Im going to take a shower, go back to sleep." Ryan said, kissing Eric's cheek. Eric smiled at him and went back to sleep. "Oh shit!" Ryan hissed quietly to himself as he quickly began searching for his clothes. He found his jeans and shoes in the living room. His t-shirt was there too but it was smeared in dry cum. Tiptoeing to the bar counter he looked for something to put it in and found a small plastic bag with the hotels logo on it. Shoving his tshirt, socks, and boxers in it, he put on his sneakers barefooted and returned to Eric's room. He couldn't leave the hotel shirtless. Opening Eric's cupboard as softly as he could, he found a plain black tshirt and put it on. He was sure that Eric wouldn't even miss it. Checking that he had left no trace of himself he crept toward the door before he realised that he couldn't just leave like this. A note pad and pen lay on the table next to the door. Picking it up Ryan scribbled a quick note and left it on the pillow next to Eric.
Eric
Thanks for a great night, Im sorry it had to end like this.
Riven Walsh
Ryan crept from the room, his addled mind forgetting that he had worn a silver necklace when he entered the hotel room. A necklace that held two silver tags with engravings on it. The first was blank and covered the engravings on the second which read, Dante Mario Paterson and a date just two weeks before.
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