Title: The Deal, Chapter 11
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome

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“I need to go to my place before work.” Eric commented and tried to fish out a pair of socks from under the bed. “I’m running out of clean clothes.”

“I said you can borrow my stuff.” Ryan shrugged.
“And I told you we have different tastes. I don’t mind wearing a little bit of pink but too much is too much.”
“I haven’t used that tie for months and you’re still talking about it!” Ryan finished tying his light blue tie and turned to watch Eric’s rescue mission. He was currently halfway under the bed. “And a man who keeps wearing flower patterns year after year has no qualifications to judge anyone.”
“That’s my style! And I like flower patterns.”
“Where did you get it from? Your mom’s buddies? I haven’t seen anyone wear that stuff except you and sweet old, little ladies in their flowery church dresses.”
“My mom’s friends are really nice. Every time I go home and some of them are there, they start digging lollipops from their handbags.”
“How long have they been doing that?”
“About thirty years…… Anyway, I could just keep some stuff here.”

Ryan gave him a weird look. “What kind of stuff are we talking about?”
“Shirts and boxers and socks. Stuff like that.”
“Sorry.” Ryan almost blushed. “I…. I’m a little bit territorial with my space.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“It’s weird enough that you’re here all the time, I just like to have a place of my own. I’m not good at sharing it.”
“Is that why we’re always at your place? Home turf advantage?”
“Something like that.”
“You’ve never even been to my place.”
“You’re the one described it as the Sex Centre of Miami. Walls love to talk and I have no interest in listening what they might be whispering.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“When was the last time you hovered?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Last time you mopped the floor?”
“No idea.”
“Last time you dusted?”
“I don’t know.”
“Last time you picked up your dirty clothes from the floor?”
“I don’t-  Wait a minute, how did you know I do that?”
“I know that because you’re doing that here. I’ve had to pick up half of your wardrobe from the floor.”
“Where did you put them?”
“To the hamper and later to the washer.”
“So where are they now?”
“In the bathroom closet.”
“And here I’m wondering where all my clothes disappear! Why didn’t you say that earlier?”
“You didn’t ask, so I assumed you knew.”

Eric leaped to the bathroom and came back with an armful of clothes. All clean and neatly folded.

“I think I have more clothes right here then in my closets at home.” Eric took a clean shirt from the pile and unfolded it. “You starched the collar?”
“And cuffs.” Ryan pulled his own coat on. “Hurry up.”
“I think you did better job then that laundry I use. You’re putting Mrs. Houghton out of business.”
“Move.”
“I’m moving, but seriously. You could consider going to my place sometimes. I got scented candles.”
“Seriously?”
“Chicks love them.”
“And?” Ryan tilted his eyebrows.
“And I’ll get rid of them as soon as possible.”

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Eric glanced down at his watch. Ten minutes left and one more dot to finish his case report. His cell phone beeped and he clicked the text message on the screen.

Your place, one hour.

He had to read it few times to believe it. Ryan had refused to come to his place every time he had suggested it. He always seemed to be more comfortable in his familiar surroundings, where he was able to control the situation. Eric typed his answer and send it.

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Eric stepped out of the elevator. Everything was like it always was. The hallway was empty and Ryan was nowhere in sight. He opened the door and walked in.

“What are you doing here?” Ryan came from the kitchen and closed the door behind him. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”
“I’m five minutes early, so what?”
“So that! I’m not ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Just forget it. This was a bad idea anyway.” Ryan opened the door and went back to the kitchen. “Let’s just eat.”

Eric followed him and noticed the setting. Table was set for two and the smell of something delicious was wafting from the oven. Ryan pulled the pan out and started shovelling the food to the plates.

“Aaaawwww…… baby, you cooked.” Eric tried to keep his giggled in, but he didn’t really succeed. Ryan gave him a murderous glance.
“Cut it. This was just a practical exercise to expand my comfort zones. There’s nothing romantic about this.”
“I get it. Didn’t you bring any candles?”
“No. I didn’t bring candles, scented or otherwise. This is such a cliché, I don’t know what I was thinking-”
“Calm down. Take a deep breath. Lasagna is perfectly manly food.”
“That’s not what I was talking about.”
“Can we eat now? I haven’t had anything since lunch.”
“Okay.” Ryan sat down and tried to calm down. “By the way, I threw away pretty much everything you had in your fridge.”
Eric paused with his fork in midair. “You did what?”

“They were all ready to grow three pairs of feet and conquer the world.”


Chapter 12