Title: Gardening

Author: Aeon Cole

Rating: FRAO (NC-17)

Genre: SLASH

Warning: Two hot guys getting it on. If that's not your thing then turn back now.

Fandom: CSI Miami

Pairing: Horatio/Speed

Table: #12 Smut

Prompt: #10 Outdoors

Summary: Speed plants a garden.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own them. If I did, this sort of thing would be much more common.

Author's Note: This will have at least one more part. Not sure yet if that will be all. For the 10PerGenre challenge on LiveJournal.

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Horatio placed the book he'd been reading on the bedside table then glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was near lunch time. This was one of those rare weekdays that both he and Tim had off together. He stood up and stretched. He knew that his partner had headed outside to do some yard work several hours before so he decided to go find him.

Tim had had his heart set on planting a small garden in the backyard of their new house for fresh vegetables and herbs. He chose today to start readying the area in preparation for the plants. Horatio wandered out onto the second floor balcony off of their bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Tim. He stood transfixed.

Down in the yard, Tim had managed to clear and till a rectangular plot for the garden. But that was not what had Horatio's attention. Tim was standing at the edge of the plot surveying his work. He was standing shirtless. His tanned skin gleamed with perspiration under the noon day sun. His jeans rode low on his hips. When he bent down to lift up a heavy bag of top soil, Horatio watched as the muscles played across his back and shoulders.

Tim set the bag down at one end of the plot and cut it open. Horatio felt himself getting hard while he watched the muscles in Tim's arms flex as he lifted the open bag and began spreading its contents. He instinctively reach down and stroked himself slowly through the material of his pants. He stood there for several long minutes watching his lover work.

Tim finished with the bag and tossed it aside. He reached down and picked up his t-shirt. He used it to wipe the sweat from his face, neck and chest then tossed it so that it landed in the hammock that was stung up in the corner of the yard.

Horatio saw this and headed down the stairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and went out into the backyard. Tim had his back turned and didn't notice him until he reached over and rested his forearm on Tim's shoulder holding the water bottle in his hand. Tim's skin was hot and slippery against Horatio's arm from the sun and sweat.

He took the bottle without turning around and downed half of the water all at once. Then he raised it up and dumped the rest over his head to cool himself. He turned to thank Horatio but suddenly lost his voice when he saw the leer in his lover's eyes and then noticed the bulge in his pants. The water bottle fell to the ground.

Horatio ran his hands slowly over Tim's chest and stomach. Tim drew in a breath and said, "Horatio, I'm filthy."

One side of Horatio's mouth quirked up. "That's okay," he replied. "I'm washable."

Tim chuckled as they both leaned forward at the same time and their lips met. As Horatio deepened the kiss, Tim unbuttoned his shirt. He brushed his hands up Horatio's sides leaving little trails of mud from the garden as he went, the dark soil a stark contrast to Horatio's pale skin.

Horatio pulled back just enough to say, "We should go inside." Tim shook his head and Horatio said, "The neighbors…"

"…won't see a thing," Tim finished.

He pulled Horatio over to the hammock in the corner of the yard and gave him a little push. He landed on his back causing the hammock to swing. Tim stretched out next to him and before Horatio could protest, captured his mouth for a heated kiss. As their tongues dueled, Tim reached over and opened Horatio's pants. He slid his hand inside his boxers and placed it gently over his straining cock. Horatio sighed into the kiss at the sudden contact of skin on skin.

Tim kept his hand still but ran his thumb over and around the tip. Horatio bucked his hips slightly. Calloused fingers squeezed gently and ran up the shaft and around the head then back down only to return again and again. Horatio broke the kiss as he struggled to breath. He began rolling his hips, each time causing the hammock to swing. The motion added another dimension to the experience.

Horatio let his head fall back into the mesh of the hammock as the waves of pleasure rose steadily like a tsunami approaching the shore. He could feel the pressure building in his lower belly as he began to thrust into Tim's hand. He squeezed his eyes shut and could almost feel as well as see the white light growing behind his closed lids. His climax came with one final thrust and a muted moan.

Horatio's body felt like rubber and his mind was lost in a post-orgasmic fog as Tim reach up for his shirt then used it to clean him up. He tucked him back in and before Horatio had completely recovered, Tim hopped out of the hammock. Horatio grabbed his arm and gave it a tug.

"Wait," he said gently. "What about you?"

Tim smirked. "Meet me in the shower in ten minutes. I have to set the sprinklers up. If I don't the top soil will blow away," he replied.

TBC