Title: Happiness Is What You Make of It
Author: Kacey
Rating: FRMA
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Eric/Ryan, mentioned Nick/Warrick
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Just borrowing them for fun.
Summary: Sequel to And In Comes the Sun, and it has no redeeming value whatsoever. Complete PWP. I started and deleted this about fifty times. This is what I ended up with. It's not what I wanted. Hope you like it.

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---------------------------- Four Months Later (after the events of And In Comes the Sun)

Ryan sighed heavily as he sat in the window seat in his bedroom, looking out over the bright lights of Las Vegas. He hadn't been sleeping well for four months, although it had been worse the last twelve weeks. Twelve weeks. Ever since Eric Delko had transferred to Las Vegas, just like he'd threatened, pledged, whatever he'd really meant when he promised he'd prove he meant what he said. He had been doggedly pursuing him, and Ryan had been avoiding him as much as possible, not that it helped any, since Warrick and Nick were helping him. He'd stopped changing his codes after the first three days as Warrick or Nick immediately told Eric what they were.

Glancing over at his clock, he slowly stood up and made his way downstairs. Curling up in the corner of his couch, he picked up the book he was reading and patiently waited for Eric to show up. That was another thing. Eric showed up at his house every night after shift. He didn't work graveyard, instead, he worked swing shift, noon to eight. Even if he worked overtime, he called Ryan and left a message on his machine, as Ryan had quit answering his phone. All he did was sit and talk to Ryan, while Ryan sat there and listened, reading a book or something. He didn't want to appear too interested, even though he was. Eric would tell him everything that was going on in his life, work, family, friends, everything. He now knew more about Eric than he ever had in the two years they'd worked together. It was kind of disconcerting, and he didn't quite know what to make of it.

Since he hadn't bothered unlocking the door as Warrick had given Eric a copy of his key, Ryan heard the turn of the key at a quarter 'til nine. Eric walked in, resolute expression on his face. He shut and locked the door, after resetting the alarm. Stalking over to Ryan, he snatched the book out of his hands and tossed it on the chair across from the couch. Ryan looked up at him in confusion.

Sighing to himself, hoping he wasn't about to make a huge mistake listening to Nick, who'd told him to do what he did whenever he got tired of waiting for Warrick to make up his mind about something or his attitude, he loomed over Ryan before yanking him up. Keeping a tight grasp on his wrist, Eric dragged Ryan behind him up the stairs and to his bedroom. Opening the door, he practically threw Ryan in the room before he slammed the door shut and locked it.

Ryan blinked at him for a few seconds before he began to back away slowly. Eric followed his every move with both his eyes and his body. He felt cornered and trapped, figuring that was what Eric was going for. Swallowing nervously, Ryan asked, "What are you doing, Eric?"

"Taking Stokes' advice," Eric calmly said, unbuttoning and pulling his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.

Ryan's eyes widened slightly in surprise before he inquired in a strained voice, "And that would be?"

Undoing his belt, Eric stopped and intently watched as Ryan began to back himself up into the farthest corner in his bedroom. He was so nervous that he'd forgotten the layout of his own home. Toeing off his shoes, he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor as well. He restrained his smirk when he heard Ryan's gasp of shock. Leaning down, he took off his socks as well, throwing them behind himself as he kept moving forward.

Deliberately walking straight towards him, Eric waited until Ryan had backed himself into the corner before he struck. Quickly crossing the room, he pinned Ryan into the corner, his hands on either side of him on the wall. Leaning down, he murmured in Ryan's ear, "He told me to fuck you into the nearest available surface as many times as it takes until you come to your senses. Although, I figured the bed would be more comfortable." Ignoring Ryan's gasp of outraged disbelief, he continued, "And, considering I have the next three days off, I have the time to do that as well."

Turning his head, he gently kissed Ryan. It had been four months since he'd touched him. Four months since he'd tasted him. Four months of pure torture. It was time to take what he wanted, what he had wanted for so very long, as long as Ryan didn't object. Ryan who was currently melting into him, gripping his biceps tightly. Pulling back slightly, Eric felt a flash of both satisfaction and triumph run through him when Ryan whimpered and shifted closer to him. Wrapping his arms around Ryan's waist, Eric began walking backwards, only stopping when the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

Tugging on Ryan's shirt, he pulled it out of his sweatpants and up and over his head, once he let go of his biceps that is. Running his hands along Ryan's shoulders and down his back, Eric paused at his waistband, toying with it for a couple of minutes. Lightly tracing his right hand around to the front, he untied the sweatpants and tugged sharply once, letting them slide to the floor.

His hands resting on the waistband on Ryan's boxers, Eric quietly asked, "Ryan?"

Ryan looked up into his eyes. "What?"

"Tell me now if this isn't what you want because I'm not going to stop later," Eric warned.

He watched as Ryan bit into his lower lip, every emotion he felt playing across his face. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision. "As long as you don't leave afterwards," he seriously whispered.

Smirking, Eric replied, "You're not ever getting rid of me, querido."

Before Ryan could respond to that statement, Eric kissed him, gently coaxing a response out of him. He was so caught up in the kiss that he didn't even notice when Eric took the last of their remaining clothes off, only taking notice when they landed on the bed and all he felt was skin. His groan of appreciation turned to a whimper when Eric rolled them over so that he blanketed Ryan's body with his own.

Eric deliberately began to slowly rock his hips against Ryan's, smirking to himself at the whine that move produced. Deciding he really didn't want to wait long, that he'd waited long enough now that he had a pliant, willing Ryan underneath him, Eric stopped his movements. Before Ryan could protest, he took his entire body weight off of him, straddling his legs. Letting go of his hips, Eric softly ordered, "Move up closer to the headboard, Ryan."

Ryan scrambled to obey, not really wanting to wait much longer, either. He'd waited for Eric since the day he'd met him. It had been so long since he'd let anyone touch him intimately. He was more than ready. So, he was slightly confused when all Eric did was look at him. Confused expression on his face, he quietly asked, "Eric?"

Shaking himself slightly, Eric smiled and whispered, sliding his way up between Ryan's thighs, forcing them apart, "Sorry. I just never thought I'd ever see you like this."

Blinking at him in even more confusion, Ryan inquired, "Like what?"

Chuckling, Eric huskily answered, crowding closer to Ryan, running his hands up and down his sides, "All flushed. Skin slick. Lips swollen and red. Eyes filled with need, desire, want. You. Waiting for me."

Ducking his head, Ryan tried to hide his blush at Eric's words. Although, at the rumbling sound of Eric's laughter, he knew it didn't work. Reaching out with one hand, Eric lifted Ryan's head until their eyes met and teasingly asked, "If that makes you blush, what color would you turn if I told you everything I wanted to do to you?"

Ryan simply gaped at him, eyes wide in shock, slowly turning even redder than he had been. Smiling, Eric leaned closer, hovering over him. "Ryan?"

"Yes?"

"Condoms? Lube?"

Simply blinking at him for a couple of minutes, Ryan softly answered, "I don't have either, Eric. I didn't plan on anything happening, with anybody."

Studying him intently, Eric inquired, "When was the last time you had sex?"

"Ten months ago. The night we came to Vegas when you were in Seattle," was the whispered reply.

Raising his brow in surprise and suppressing his surge of jealousy, Eric asked, "Why so long?"

"I don't like casual sex."

Biting his tongue to keep himself from asking what Ryan thought sex with his friends was, Eric slid off the bed, as he reassured Ryan, "I'll be right back."

Walking over to his pants, he picked them up, pulling several condoms and a tube of lubricant out of one of the pockets. Tossing the items on the table by the bed as he quickly climbed back on the bed, Eric settled himself comfortably on his knees in between Ryan's legs. Forgoing any more foreplay, he took his hands and placed them on Ryan's shoulders, slowly running them down to his knees. He forced Ryan's thighs further apart and inched forward. Leaning over him, Eric grabbed a condom and the lube.

Tearing open the condom wrapper and throwing it in the trash can next to the bed, Eric slipped it on, knocking Ryan's hands out of the way. He menacingly growled, "Keep still, Ryan."

Ryan froze momentarily. He blinked up at Eric before smiling wickedly and whispering, "Make me."

"Are you going to make me tie you to the bed?" Eric casually asked.

"That could be fun," was Ryan's quick reply.

Trying not to laugh, Eric smirked and warned, "It will be. For me. Maybe not for you, though."

That same wicked smile crossed Ryan's face. He just shook his head and remarked, "Sure, Eric."

"Will you at least stay still long enough so I can make sure I won't hurt you?" Eric asked in exasperation.

"I can try. I'm not going to promise anything."

Muttering to himself about stubborn, younger lovers, making Ryan laugh at him, Eric quickly opened the lube. Preparing his lover slowly and carefully, hitting the right spot in the process, he finally decided enough was enough. Placing the lube on the table next to the bed, he simply grabbed Ryan's hips, keeping him still and slowly thrust inside of him. He buried himself to the hilt, not even stopping at Ryan's whimper of discomfort, although he held himself frozen in place afterwards, waiting for Ryan to adjust to him.

As soon as Ryan relaxed, Eric pulled back and thrust forward brutally and quickly. He kept that up, making sure to hit Ryan's prostate every time, causing him to whimper and try to squirm in pleasure. Maintaining a bruising grip on his hips, Eric held himself to a slow and steady rhythm, not wanting to rush this. He'd waited so long, and now that he had what he wanted, he wanted to savor the moment. Not that he was sure he could, with the noises Ryan was making, whimpers, moans and panting.

The next time he moved, Eric looked down into Ryan's eyes, glazed over and filled with desire and need. Ryan focused his vision, beseeching Eric with his eyes to hurry up. A breathy moan escaped his mouth at Eric's next thrust. Faltering slightly, Eric closed his eyes momentarily before forcing them back open. He didn't want to miss any more of this than he absolutely had to. What the hell. They could do this again and again and again, especially since he had three days before he had to go back to work.

Gradually releasing Ryan's hips, Eric harshly thrust forward. At the same time, Ryan wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling Eric in even deeper. Growling low in his throat, Eric braced himself on the bed, his hands on either side of Ryan's hips. He set a rapid, vicious pace, knowing that Ryan would be sore afterwards. That thought only made him smirk even more. Ryan would feel this for several days to come and know who he belonged to.

Arching his back at one particularly sharp thrust, trying to get closer to Eric, Ryan whimpered and panted out, "Eric. Hurry the fuck up."

"Querido, shut up," Eric grunted, snapping his hips forward.

Moaning, Ryan threw his head back, baring his throat to any onslaught Eric chose to give him. Placing his head under Ryan's chin, panting harshly, Eric listened to Ryan's gulps of air, smirking at what he could reduce his normally reserved lover to. Feeling his orgasm rush up on him, he could also feel Ryan's body tightening up underneath him. One last strong thrust, and Ryan let out a muffled scream, as he bit his tongue to stop the full scream, hands clawing at Eric's back as he arched up into him and his climax washed through him. Groaning heavily at the viselike grip of Ryan's muscles on him, Eric thrust twice more before stilling completely, hands twisting in and ripping the sheets as he stopped himself from bruising his lover further as he got lost in his pleasure.

When he came back to his senses, he was on top of Ryan, resting his entire weight on him, his head resting in his throat. Ryan was breathing slowly and steadily, one had running soothingly through Eric's hair and the other up and down his back. Opting not to move until Ryan either asked him to or shoved him off of him, Eric relaxed further into his body, worming his arms underneath Ryan and wrapping them around him. Ryan simply let him do as he wished, much too relaxed to do anything but lay there and let Eric make whatever decisions he wanted.

"We should take a shower," Eric drowsily whispered, lips and breath ghosting against his throat.

"Yeah, we should," Ryan lightly agreed. "Maybe later."

Smiling, Eric mumbled, "Wake me up when you have to get clean."

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