Title: Drabbles # 016, 017, 050
Author: ezra_t
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Eric
Rating: R
Warning: Fluffy-ness
Summary: 016. It turns out books weren't all he needed.
017. Different went hand in hand with being Ryan Wolfe.
050. Dreams.
Disclaimer: I do own the circumstances. I don't own the characters.

***

016. Books

All his life he only ever had his books. They were the only things always there and they fulfilled him in ways people never could. He knew that if he had tried harder that he could have made at least some friends while growing up, but he never truly wanted to. He enjoyed being on the outskirts, just out of reach, and only capable of looking in. He saw so much more that way. And what he saw only made his choice seem that much more right. People were bad. That's just how they were, and more often than not they never really knew they were.

He accepted the fact that he would never have anyone to confide in, to feel that special bond with another person that he so often read about, but he could live with that. He knew he could and so he did. All the way through high school, long past college and even after the Academy his books were all he had, all he ever needed. He lived his life believing that it would always be so, and he liked it that way. It wasn't an eventful life by any means but it was always so endearing to be able to read his books and live his life through all those wonderful characters. He didn't need any human contact, not when he could just imagine the touch, he didn't need any sweet or comforting words, not when he could read them in a book. He enjoyed his solitude, nice, calm, and quiet the way it was. It's how he planned to live the rest of his life as well.

Not once did he ever think that he would ache for the touch of another, to hear such sinful words whispered into his ear. No amount of reading could prepare his for the tingle that coursed through his body or the warmth that he could feel hours after a touch. Reading it in a book was one thing but feeling it, living it was another. No book could prepare him for Eric. None. But they sure did give him good ideas.

---


017. Different

He'd always been different. It's something both he and his mother had grown to accept together. First with his O.C.D. and later with his anti socialism all through out his school years. Being different went hand in hand with being Ryan, so when he decided that he preferred to look at Eric's ass rather than Calleigh's well he just accepted it. Called his mom and talked about Miami, the weather and finally work and when she asked if there was anything he new wanted to tell her about he did,

"Eric looked sexy today but that's nothing new, what about you mom?"

And that was that. She 'hmmed' and went on talking, telling him about Ms. Patterson and how she had a nice looking son if he was interested. It was no big deal. Ryan was different, he knew that and he would always know that. And just like his mom had always told him, different wasn't necessarily bad.

---


050. Dreams

They were kissing again, their passion pouring off of them in waves.
They were supposed to be working right then but Ryan had did his little look.
The look that said 'I want to do something naughty.'
And so of course Eric flashed him his grin back in reply.
It didn't take them but two minuets to find an empty closet and to go at it again.
-
They were walking down the street, hand-in-hand with their heads thrown back in laughter.
All those who passed by them could see that they were in love.
-
Ryan was dreaming again.
He seemed to be doing that more and more often.
Imagining things that could have been, should have been, if it had not been for his pride.
But as he lay there with a heart felt sigh he realized with a heavy heart.
He and Eric would never be more than their arguments.
Never more than their angry words or their heated looks.
There was no fooling the tension for passion.
No.
He and Eric would always be enemies.
They were made to be enemies.
Trapped by their own pride and arrogance.
-
He was alone.
His dreams showing him a world he could only ever hope for.

***