Rating: T
Warning: This story is Slash. If you don't like that then don't read any further.
Paring: Horatio/Speed
Disclaimer: DOA – Don't Own Anything
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Tim Speedle padded out of his bedroom wearing only a t-shirt and boxer shorts. He noticed Horatio lounging on the sofa with the TV remote in his hand. His attention was focused on the screen in front of him.
"Hey, Horatio, have you seen…" he paused for a moment when he made it far enough into the room to see what was on the screen. "Um, have you seen my black jeans? What are you watching?"
"On top of the washing machine," Horatio answered absently. "I did a load this morning. The Weather Channel."
"Thanks," he called over his shoulder as he headed in to the other room. "Why are you watching the Weather Channel?" He came back into the room fully clothed.
"Check it out. New York's having a blizzard. There's a foot of snow in Central Park," he said, turning the volume up. "I used to work patrol right there." He pointed at the screen.
The announcer was giving the snow totals for the city and parts of Long Island that were being hit particularly hard. They cut to a scene of Jamaica, Queens and Tim said, "Hey, that's my old neighborhood." The camera cut to the front of a small bodega where people were gathering. "Wow, I know that place. Used to be owned by this little old Mexican guy, Mr. Mendez. All us kids would go there after school for candy and soda."
Horatio smiled and patted the sofa motioning for Tim to settle in between his legs. Tim settled in with his back against Horatio's chest. Horatio snaked his arms around the younger man. Together they watched to coverage of the winter storm hitting their former home.
Tim looked up at Horatio and asked, "Do you ever miss it?"
"The short answer, no." He thought for a moment, then he said, "Well, maybe, sometimes around Christmas time. Some how seeing colored lights on palm trees just doesn't do it for me."
Speed laughed. "Yeah, and Santa Claus in red shorts. There's something not right about that."
Horatio raised an eyebrow, lowered his voice and spoke directly in to Speed's ear, "We could pretend it's snowing out, snuggle on the couch with some hot chocolate. Watch a romantic movie."
Tim felt a shiver run through his body at the tone of Horatio's voice, but he couldn't resist the retort. "Um, Horatio, it's 85 degrees out."
Still speaking in that same sexy tone, Horatio replied, "That's why they call it pretending."
Speed smiled and shifted position so he was facing Horatio. The gave the red head a quick kiss. "Maybe we can go visit one of these days." Tim got a mischievous look in his eye. "Have an actual snowball fight."
"Be careful what you wish for, love," Horatio replied capturing Tim's mouth for another kiss.
"Ah, that sounded like a challenge," Tim replied a little breathless.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see now, won't you," Horatio replied as he ran his hands down Speed's back and into the his jeans, giving his ass a squeeze.
Tim's breath caught in his throat. "I guess," he managed to say as he gave Horatio another kiss, "pretending would be fine for now."