Title: Love, Hurt, and Sprouts: Deleted Scene

Author: Aeon Cole

Fandom: CSI:Miami

Genre: Slash

Pairing: Horatio/Speed

Rating: M (NC-17)

Warning: Hot M/M sex. If that's not your thing then turn back now.

Author's Note: This is the first installment of the Deleted Scenes Series. This scene picks up from just after Horatio telling Tim about his father at the end of Love, Hurt, and Sprouts. If you haven't read that yet, you might want to. This represents Tim and Horatio's first time in my universe.

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Tim turned the lights down in his bedroom. Horatio stepped closer to him. They began kissing and exploring each other's bodies. Tim ran his hand down Horatio's back to the curve of his ass. Horatio moved his hands up under Tim's shirt, caressing the muscles of his back, then around and up his chest. Tim took a quick step back and pulled his shirt up over his head. He stepped in closer and ran his hands over Horatio's shoulders and down his arms.

Horatio began tracing kisses down the newly exposed skin of Tim's torso. Tim began slowly unbuttoning Horatio's shirt. This time he didn't protest, other than a slight hesitation in his worship of Tim's body. Tim began whispering, "Its OK. Let me see you," in Horatio's ear, trying to calm him. For his part, Horatio was doing his best to concentrate on what he was doing. He didn't even notice when Tim had removed his shirt.

He reached out and undid the button on Tim's jeans and soon all of their clothes had been shed. They stood there just taking each other in when Tim noticed a mark on Horatio's side that disappeared around to his back. His curiosity got the better of him. He took Horatio by the shoulders and slowly turned him around. What he saw shocked him.

He had several long scars that reached from his right shoulder all the way to his left hip. As well as several smaller ones running cross-wise. Tim couldn't suppress a gasp. He became aware that Horatio was standing still, hanging his head. He moved in close and wrapped his arms around Horatio's body, pulling him into a tight hug from the back.

"Its OK. I meant what I said before. It just," for a moment he couldn't continue, "it just makes me angry. It doesn't change how I feel about you." Horatio turned in Tim's arms and looked into his eyes. He saw nothing but love.

They stared into each others eyes for a moment before Horatio leaned in close, his lips a hairs breath away from Tim's, and whispered, "Thank you."

Tim smiled and claimed Horatio's mouth. His tongue swept over the older man's lips and begged entrance. Horatio complied willingly as he snaked his arms around his companion's waist and pulled him flush against his body. Tim pushed his hips forward causing friction between their erections. Horatio moaned into the kiss and pushed back.

Without breaking the contact, Tim mumbled, "Bed," into Horatio's mouth and maneuvered him backwards until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed. Horatio sat, scooted back and laid down. Tim stretched out next to him and propped himself up on one elbow. He ran his eyes down the length of Horatio's body and back up to his face.

He smiled. "You have freckles absolutely everywhere," he said with amusement.

Horatio chuckled and flushed slightly. "You should have seen me as a kid," he replied.

The image of a little redheaded five-year-old with a freckled face flashed through Tim's mind, briefly, as he ran his fingers over Horatio's chest, like he was doing a connect the dots puzzle. He drew his fingers up and around one of his nipples and Horatio drew in a sharp breath. Tim smiled. "You like that?" he asked softly as he bent down and took the nub in his teeth then swiped his tongue over it. Horatio gasped and arched his back.

Tim smiled into Horatio's chest as he kissed his way across and repeated his actions on the other. He was noticing that his companion didn't mind him taking the lead so he decided to take some time to learn all the places that made Horatio gasp with pleasure. He began by kissing along his collar bone. When he reached the juncture of his neck, Horatio gasped.

'There's one,' he thought. He lingered there for a moment before heading up one side of his neck. He found another particularly sensitive spot just behind Horatio's right ear. While Tim was continuing his explorations, Horatio was learning the feel of his body as well. He brought his hands up Tim's back and gently brushed them over to his shoulders then back up to his neck, causing Tim to squirm slightly.

He became aware that Tim was ticklish and filed the information away for future reference. Horatio dragged his hands down Tim's back to the curve of his ass. He ran one hand down his crack and brushed his scrotum. Tim moaned and stopped moving. Horatio continued fingering his balls until Tim was panting into his neck. After a moment longer he stopped and brought his hands back up, took Tim's face and drew him in for a kiss that stole what little breath he had left.

Just when Tim thought his lungs would explode from lack of oxygen, Horatio broke the kiss. He rested his forehead on Horatio's chest while he gulped in some much needed air. He could feel Horatio's heart pounding and his own dick pulsing.

After he regained some of his self control, he pushed himself up on his hands and knees and began kissing down Horatio's abdomen. As Tim headed south, Horatio's breath started coming in shorter and shorter gasps. It caught completely when Tim's tongue darted out and circled the hot, leaking head of Horatio's cock.

Tim smiled and said, "Payback's a bitch," just before swallowing him whole. Horatio let out a long, low moan and bucked his hips, pushing himself further into Tim's warm, wet mouth. Tim took his time massaging and swirling his tongue around, eliciting whimpers and moans from his lover.

Horatio was right on the edge. He reached down and pulled gently at Tim's shoulders. "Stop," he breathed. Tim let him slide from his mouth and looked up at him, questioningly. Horatio took a moment to catch his breath then said, "I want you with me when I come."

Tim didn't need to be told twice. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. "Top or bottom," he asked.

Horatio looked into his eyes and said, "Bottom. I want to feel you in me." He raised his knees, exposing himself.

Suddenly Tim was having trouble breathing. He hadn't expected that response. He nodded and sat back on his heals. As he looked into Horatio's eyes, now darkened with passion, he said, "I don't want to hurt you."

Horatio smiled at him lovingly. "You won't. Besides, I want to watch you," he said.

Tim's hands were trembling slightly as he popped the cap off the bottle of lube and coated this fingers. He slowly pressed one finger into Horatio's opening. Horatio threw his head back on the pillow and moaned. After Tim gave him a moment to acclimate, he inserted a second finger and began stretching him.

After a few minutes of this, Horatio was getting impatient. He pushed back, taking him deeper. Tim curled his fingers and stroked Horatio's core. Horatio was writhing on the bed and moaning. Finally he begged, "Please. Can't take it anymore."

Tim withdrew his fingers and allowed Horatio to catch his breath as he open the condom, rolled it over himself and coated himself with lube. He leaned forward and positioned himself at Horatio's opening. They locked eyes and he slowly pushed forward until he was completely buried. Horatio's breath was coming in short pants so Tim stilled himself to give him time to become accustomed to him.

As soon as Horatio calmed, Tim began moving, slowly at first. Horatio wrapped his legs around Tim's waist, changing the angle enough that Tim was now hitting his prostate with every stroke. Tim leaned forward and claimed Horatio's mouth. Their tongues tangled as Tim continued to pound into Horatio with more force and less control as he felt himself getting close.

When the need for air became too great, Tim broke the kiss, reached down and wrapped his hand around Horatio's straining member. He began stroking in time with his thrusts. It only took a moment more before Horatio threw his head back and came hard. The added friction of his muscles tightening around him was enough to bring Tim to completion. He fell forward onto Horatio's chest, both men breathing heavily.

Tim wasn't sure how long he was lying there but he became aware of a hand stroking up and down over his back. He was surprised to find he'd shed some tears and hoped that Horatio hadn't noticed. He quickly wiped hid face, rolled to the side, and disposed of the condom in the waste paper basket at the side of the bed.

Horatio reached down and pulled the comforter over them. He rested his head on Tim's shoulder and looked up at him. "I love you," he said as he sleepily.

Tim rolled to his side and wrapped his arms around his lover. "I love you too," he said as they both drifted of to sleep.

Fin