CSI - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Slave for You ❯ Calm before the Storm ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter Three- Calm before the Storm

 

It took some time, but Ryan's black eye eventually disappeared, though Horatio and Alexx didn't stop with their hovering.

 

Currently, Ryan was heading over the Horatio's office after a quiet shift. Jay had managed to apply for some time off and Ryan was hoping he and Jay would get the same week off so they could get away from everyone and spend some quality time together.

 

Ryan peered into the office to see Horatio and Frank sitting at the Lieutenant's desk. He knocked on the door frame. “Hey, Horatio, do you have a minute?”

 

Horatio looked over. “Certainly, Mr. Wolfe, what can I do for you?”

 

“I uh, was wondering if I could take a week off within the next few months, because an old friend of mine and I were thinking of going to Las Vegas to catch up and relax.”

 

“Well, I don't see why not. I'll look into it and get back to you,” Horatio said, giving the CSI a smile.

 

Ryan nodded. “Okay, great. Have a good night.” He left; thoughts of what to make for dinner floating through his head.

 

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Next Night

 

 

When Jay went over to Ryan's, he found the young man in the kitchen with his CD player playing loudly. Jay smiled in amusement as he twirled around, while lip-syncing to whatever it was he was listening to. Jay walked up to him and slipped his arms around his waist. “Mmmm, smells good.”

 

Ryan looked over his shoulder, grinning. “Yeah? It's stir fry.”

 

“Great, so what's got you in such a great mood that you're dancing and singing? I know you never do that, unless we're clubbing.”

 

Ryan hummed. “I got the last week of next month off.”

 

“Really? I asked my boss about times and he said next week and that week were available,” Jay said. “I'll go give him a call.”

 

When Jay hung up, Ryan had already set the table and was just putting dinner on the plates. “So, all we need to do is book our flight and we're good to go,” the older man said, sitting down.

 

Ryan nodded. “Great.” The two men chatted about work and sports until they finished their dinner. After they cleaned up, Jay convinced a reluctant Ryan to go clubbing with him for a couple hours.

 

“Fine, but I'm not drinking any alcoholic,” Ryan said firmly, as they headed out to Jay's car.

 

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Ryan smiled when he felt Jay press up behind him. He rolled his hips into the bigger man's groin and earned himself a nibble on the neck and hands gripping his hips as they danced away to the ear-blasting techno music.

 

Eventually, the need for a drink over came the two and they split up, Ryan getting their drinks while Jay went to get them a table.

 

“Hey gorgeous, what can I get ya?”

 

“I'll get a bottle of water and whatever's on the tap,” Ryan said, into too much a good mood to notice the bartender's obvious flirting.

 

“Anything you want, hun.” The bar man got him his drinks, before Ryan made his way over to his partner. Sitting down, they surveyed the mass of sweaty dancing bodies, until Jay announced he needed to use the washroom.

 

Ryan watched the other man leave, a slight frown crossing his features. Jay seemed like he was a bit on edge when the CSI came back with their drinks. [Then again, he's usually like that whenever we go clubbing,] Ryan thought. He was startled out of his musings when he felt a hand on his arm.

 

“You look like you could use a good dance among other things.” Ryan blinked when he saw it was the barman who served him, only this time he was with a friend. A gorgeous looking friend, in fact, but not someone Ryan would want to spend his time with.

 

“I thought you were working,” Ryan said loudly over the music, pointing to the bar.

 

“I just got off,” he replied. “C'mon, let's dance.” He barman and his dark skinned friend left him little room to protest as they practically dragged him out on the dance packed floor. Ryan frowned when he thought he saw someone he knew in the crowd; however, it was too dark for him to be sure.

 

“Guys, you're hot, and all but I'm already-” Ryan froze when the dark skinned man started suckling on his neck, while the barman rubbed up against him, trying to entice a reaction out of the CSI. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Jay coming towards them. He quickly slipped out of their grip be fore they could do anything about it. The brunet winced when Jay roughly gripped his arm and wordlessly led him out of the club.

 

When they got to Jay's car, Jay said in a low, even voice, “I never said you could dance with either of them, Pet.”

 

Ryan stayed quiet as Jay pulled out of the parking lot and headed to Ryan's. The ex-patrol officer knew it wasn't his place to argue, unless he was given permission to.

 

“Explain what happened,” Jay said after a long moment of silence.

 

“They came to me when you left,” Ryan said softly. “They wouldn't take no for an answer even when I told them I was hooked and just waiting for you.”

 

“I guess they thought they were gonna score tonight, probably just as well that they're terrible at spotting singles.” Jay voice was still low; however, it had lost most of its edge. When they got to Ryan's he as quickly ushered down into their playroom.

 

“Kneel,” Jay ordered. Ryan fluidly went to his knees, lowering his eyes submissively. Jay bent forward slightly and captured Ryan's chin between his fingers so he could look into his slave's eyes. “Though you weren't at fault, you will still be reminded of who owns you,” Jay said. “Strip and keep your eyes to the floor, or else.”

 

“Yes, Master.” Ryan stood and quickly stripped out of his clothing. He kneeled at his Master's chair and waited for the older man to return.

 

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