Title: The Deal, Chapter 15
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome

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The Deal, Chapter 1
The Deal, Chapter 2 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 3 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 4 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 5 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 6 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 7 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 8 
The Deal, Chapter 9 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 10 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 11
The Deal, Chapter 12 NC-17
The Deal, Chapter 13
The Deal, Chapter 14 NC-17



Eric tried to look as innocent as possible, but it didn’t really work. The smoke alone was a strong indicator that something was wrong. Ryan walked past him and looked at the incinerated remains of bacon and his frying pan. The smoke detector was still screaming.

“Ryan….” Eric started carefully.
“Wait a minute.” Ryan got up on a chair and yanked the smoke detector from the ceiling. He tore the batteries out, and the wailing stopped. “Now that I can actually hear you….. What the hell were you thinking?”
“You always do the breakfast, so I thought I’d get up early and do it myself for a change.”
“Did it ever occur to you that there may be a reason why I want to do it myself?”
“No…..”
“And how is it possible to turn bacon into charcoal like that?”
“It’s surprisingly easy.”
“And you ruined my frying pan. I don’t even put it to the dishwasher because it messes with the coating.”
“I didn’t know, I’m sorry!”
“You could have asked. Have I ever told you to do any kind of cooking around here?”
“No.”
“Exactly. Be happy about it, and stay away from my kitchen.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Forget it, you don’t know what kinda pan to buy. I’ll get it myself.” Ryan dumped the scorched remains of the bacon to the bin. “We’re eating breakfast out. And you’re buying.”

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“I’m starting to remember why I hardly ever eat breakfast at a diner.” Ryan poked his pancakes with his fork.

“Put some syrup on them, it covers the taste.” Eric commented and wolfed down his own pancakes. “How can they always make coffee taste like mud? Even I can get it to taste like coffee.”
“You cover it with half a cup of milk. You seem to use that same tactic with everything, cover it with milk or syrup. No wonder you never cook, you would have to cover it all up with something.”
“That’s cruel.”
“But truthful. I think your mom spoiled you too much. A grown man who can’t feed himself without take-out menus was treated too well at home.”
“My mom’s a great cook.” Eric shrugged.
“I believe that, but it doesn’t mean she has to feed her grown son for the rest of her life.”
“I’m not that bad.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Fine, I’m that bad. But when I don’t eat at my mom’s, you’re cooking. I don’t need to do it.”
“You’re digging your own grave…..”
“I mean both you and my mom do it a lot better than I do! It was a compliment!”
“Okay, but when we go back we’ll buy a new pan and some more bacon. You’re going to learn how to do it even if it kills you. I don’t ever want to wake up the way I woke up today.”

“Okay, okay. Can we talk about something else now?”
“Sure. Any ideas?”
“How bout….. Our day off? We could do the bacon, and then coat your naked body with it and I could eat them off you.”

Ryan gave him a long look. “That better be a joke.”
“Come on, it would be hot. And don`t look at me like I`m some sort of a pervert!”
“It would be disgusting, not hot. And after that amount of pancakes you don’t need any more grease for a while.”
“We could work it off together….. ” Eric wiggled his eyebrows.
“That’s a good idea.” Ryan smirked. “You got your gear at your place?”
“Do I need some special costumes?” The smile on Eric’s face was getting wider and wider.
“Of course. You’ll be all sweaty and hot…..”
“Yeah….”
“You want to do it?”
“Yeah….”
“Great, we’ll go to my gym. They got a steam room.”
“Gym?”
“What did you think I was talking about?”
“You know what I was talking about.”
“You don’t want to get sweaty with me?”
“Do we have to go to gym for that?”
“Do you have to answer a question with a question?”
“Do you have to ask trick questions?”
“I asked if you want to go to the gym. How’s that a trick question?”
“Forget it.” Eric downed the last of his coffee. “After that conversation I need to release some aggressions with a punching bag.”

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“My neck’s stuck, I can’t even move my head.” Eric complained and tried to wrap a towel around his waist.

“What did you do? I was a way for five minutes.” Ryan mused, trying to keep his face serious.
“I twisted it somehow while you were trying to pick up that brainless muscleman.”
“His name`s Sven, he works here as a trainer and he’s a very nice guy.”
“I don’t care, you were flirting with him.”
“Keep going like that and I’ll start to suspect that you’re jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Let’s go to the sauna, and I’ll see what I can do about your kinks.”
“My kinks?”
“The ones in your neck.”
“Right.”

Ryan guided him to the steam room and closed the door. He sat down on the highest level bench and gestured Eric to sit down on the lower one.
“Sit here, and try to relax.”

Eric sat down and Ryan grabbed him by the neck. The temperature was making them both sweat again, making Ryan’s massage a slippery affair. Eric leaned back against him and moaned.
“Better?”
“Yeah…. I can almost move my head again…..”
“This is probably not the best position for this. Get up here.”
“What?”
“Here.” Ryan patted the bench next to him. Eric got up and obeyed.
“Now what?”

Ryan sat down on his lap, straddling his thighs and continued his massage. Some of Eric’s muscles relaxed, and some of them tensed up. Ryan kept wriggling his butt against the body under him.
“Do you really need to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Get me hot and bothered when somebody could walk in?”
“We’re in a sauna, it’s supposed to be hot.”
“Not this hot.”
“Did you know that the dehydration the heat causes, actually increases sexual stimulation and pleasure?”
“I didn’t know that, but I could have guessed…..” Eric tried to lift his hips to meet Ryan’s moves.

“And you should be happy I’m on your lap. If I get up people will think you`re going camping.”
“Camping?”
“Because you’re carrying tent pole under your towel.”
“That’s your fault.” Eric opened his towel and tore off Ryan’s, to get a skin to skin contact. His hard cock nestled between the other man’s cheeks. “If you leave me hanging I’m gonna have to kill you.”
“Would I do that?” Ryan grinned.
“You would, you’re a fucking tease who enjoys making me suffer and leaving me with a raging hard-on and a frustration the size of Mount Everest.” He grabbed a tighter hold of Ryan’s butt and squeezed. “You’re not gonna escape this time.” 
“You think so?” Ryan’s had stopped massaging, instead he focused his attention on grinding his butt against Eric’s cock. “What if somebody comes in?”
“They can watch if they want…..” Eric gritted through his teeth. He kept sliding his cock up and down the crack of Ryan’s butt, pulling the cheeks apart with his hands.
Ryan left his other hand on Eric’s shoulder, and wrapped the other one around his own member. The heat was getting to them, and sweat poured down their bodies.

Eric gave up first. He shot his loads between their bodies, and Ryan followed him with his own release. Eric held on to the man on top of him, trying to recover.
“I told you the heat increases intensity.” Ryan commented with a coy smile.

Eric couldn’t respond. He was too wiped out for that. Ryan got up carefully and looked at the puddle of sticky substances that were coating Eric’s thighs and belly.
“I think you’ll need another shower.”
“Yeah, I….” Suddenly a thought downed on Eric. “Wait a minute, the door’s glass. Anyone could have seen us!”
“You said you wouldn’t mind them watching.”
“That’s just talk! What if they saw us?”
“They didn’t. All the others used the other steam room, on the other side of the locker rooms. Nobody came here.”

Something about the statement bothered Eric immensely. “How do you know that?”
“Sven put on an Out-of-Order sign outside after we came in.”

The Deal, Chapter 16 NC-17