Title: Paper, Rock, Scissors
Author: Carina Scott
Rating: FRAO
Genre: Slash
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Eric/Ryan
Summary: Ryan has a nightmare.
Warnings: crack!fic, smut, humor
Word Count: 844
Author's Note #1: This fic was originally written back in April 2007 as a response to someone’s post over at the CSI_Miami_Slash Yahoo Group. The poster pointed out that as a man, when reading slash, he finds it hard to stay in the story once scissoring is mentioned in the prep stage of sex. I didn’t understand that this would actually be painful for the man on the receiving end. And as I’d seen it used several times in fanfiction, I’d grown accustomed to using the term and practice in my own fic. After this post, I stopped doing that. But first, I wrote this fic as a kind of humorous take on it.
Author’s Note #2: I didn’t really receive much feedback to this fic when I originally posted to WWOMB, and because it wasn’t exactly my favorite fic (although very fun to write), a while back I took it down. Tonight I received an email from someone wondering what happened to the fic. So, I figured I’d put it back up here at least, even if I don’t post it anywhere else.

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Eric moved in behind Ryan until his chest was against Ryan's back and Ryan was certain to feel the bulging erection encased in his jeans. Ryan moaned as Eric ran his hands across Ryan's bare torso, nibbling on his ear as those devilish hands moved further south.

Slowly, Eric unbuttoned and unzipped Ryan's jeans, the need to see Ryan completely bared before him growing ever more prominent with each passing moment.

Turning Ryan in his embrace abruptly, Eric pulled him closer, taking his lips in a passionate kiss. Ryan parted his lips eagerly, tongue darting out to explore the sweetness of Eric's mouth. Wrapping his arms around Eric's neck, Ryan carded his fingers through Eric's hair, thrilling at the shiver of arousal he felt run through his lover's body.

Ryan smiled slightly as he pulled back and nipped at Eric's kiss swollen lips. Unbuttoning Eric's shirt Ryan kissed each patch of skin as it was bared, dipping his tongue into Eric's navel, offering only a hint at what lay ahead.

Suddenly Eric pulled Ryan up, taking his mouth in a bruising yet sensual kiss, before pulling away breathless. With a gentle push, Ryan fell back on the bed, bouncing slightly.

Quickly discarding his remaining clothing, Eric climbed on the bed, closing in on Ryan with a feral grin. As soon as he was close enough, Ryan pulled Eric down until they were chest to chest, taking his mouth in a tongue tangling kiss.

Pulling back slightly, Eric looked down at Ryan, noting the eyes glazed over in lost, his lips swollen from their kisses, and his body as it all but screamed 'fuck me.'

Figuring it was the least he could do, Eric smiled and stretched until he could reach the nightstand. Rummaging through the drawer for a moment, he smiled in triumph as he found what he was looking for.

"Turn over baby," Eric ordered with a kiss, as Ryan happily complied.

Pouring a generous amount of lube on his fingers, Eric gently rubbed his coated fingers around his lover's entrance. Slowly he slid one finger in, moving them in and out until Ryan was loose enough that his body would allow another. By this time Ryan was moaning constantly, enjoy the blissful burn that was slowly leaning more towards bliss than anything else. He felt full as his lover added a second finger, but he relaxed knowing that he would soon feel a lot fuller, and he almost came in anticipation.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ryan yelled as he clamored up the bed away from his lover.

"Well, I thought that was obvious." Eric replied in confusion.

"Well, yeah. But I never felt *that *before!"

"You're too tense, Ry. Just come back over here, you know I always make you feel good."

Trusting his lover implicitly, Ryan moved back to his previous position. Feeling Eric settle in behind him once again, Ryan felt his cock begin to harden even more in anticipation. With a deep breath, he relaxed and waited for his lover to continue.

"OUCH!" Ryan screamed, this time climbing completely out of bed.

"What is your problem!?" Eric asked his lover, confusion warring with anger in those expressive eyes. His lover had never reacted like this before.

"I think I'm the one that should be asking *you* that Eric!"

Grabbing his discarded shirt off the bedroom floor, Eric wiped his hands as he glared at his lover, "Look Ry, if you didn't want to have sex tonight, you should've just said no!"

Fuming, Eric stalked out if the bedroom, in all his naked glory, and all Ryan heard was the reverberating slam of the bathroom door.

Realizing he had hurt Eric's feelings, something he hadn't intended, Ryan moved for the bedroom door

"SHIT!" he screamed as he promptly fell on the floor.

"Ry!" Eric came running out of the kitchen, dish towel still in hand, fear evident in his voice. "Ry, baby are you okay?"

Looking up from the living room floor, Ryan squinted in confusion, "How'd you get dressed so fast?"

"What are you talking about?" Eric asked Ryan as he helped him from the floor.

Ryan shook his head quickly as he looked around, "What time is it?"

"Almost seven. I was washing dishes until I heard you scream, you scared the shit outta me babe."

Realization dawning on him, Ryan smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry. I think I was having a bad dream."

"Care to tell me what you were dreaming about that had you screaming like that?"

Eric nearly doubled over he was laughing so hard after Ryan had explained his dream, or rather his nightmare as it turned out.

"I told you Ry, eating and laying down gives you nightmares. Like I would even *dream* of doing that to you, no pun intended."

"Yeah right. Like I've always said, unless you're playing Paper, Rock, Scissors', to decide who gets to be top or bottom, one of my favorite games," Ryan said with a wink, "scissoring has no place in the bedroom."

"Ditto."

THE END