Beta: Ever_Obsessed (LJ)
Characters + Pairing: Nick/Monroe, Juliette
Rating: NC-17
Two days after sharing a meaningful evening with Monroe, Nick finished dinner with Juliette. After evading her inquiry of weapon ownership for the upteenth time, the detective agreed. In a few days, he would take her to purchase a gun and train her proper usage techniques. He had begun scrubbing the few dishes with ferocity, forgetting everything about the meal he only just ate. The onyx-haired man thought of excuses to slip out and visit his Blutbad.
Moments later, he was hiding out in the bathroom, using a small screwdriver from an eyeglass repair kit he'd been given, prying at the back of a watch he never used. He popped it open, then tucked the battery into his jacket pocket. Carefully, he pressed the back into place. Emerging from the bathroom, he passed Juliette.
"Oh, you found your watch," she contently stated.
"Yeah, but I can't get it to work," Nick feigned, gesturing the watch to his copper-haired live-in. "I think the battery's dead."
"Well, you never use it anyway."
"Yeah, but you never know. Special occasions. Maybe Hank will have a shotgun wedding and wearing watches will be part of the dress code."
The rusty locked woman smiled. "Maybe. You look uneasy. You're replacing the battery tonight?"
"If I put it aside, I'll forget about it. I might as well make sure there's no other problems."
Juliette agreed, nodding lightly for a moment. She followed her affirmation with doubt, expressing, "But I don't think there are any jewelers open right now, Nick. It's almost eleven."
The sleuth pretended to contemplate. "I know one guy that's obsessed with watches. He should be up. I'll give him a call."
Nick waited for Juliette to get into her pajamas. As she disrobed, the detective gave a quick call to Monroe, using it for show. Growing displeased, Juliette listened closely to her fiance's chat.
"I have a watch you might want to take a look at," he stated. He paused for a response. "I'm not really sure. It's a cheap watch I picked up on whim and I think the battery's dead." Another pause. "You sure about that? I'll be right over then."
He tucked his phone into his pocket. Turning to the now irritated auburn-headed vet, he swayed his head. "He says he might be able to fix it, but it's a cheaper watch, so it might give him some trouble."
"I guess I'll be asleep when you get back."
The moment she slipped under the sheets, he was out the door. Quietly locking the door, he raced across town to the watch artisan.
Monroe was waiting outside for him, his door ajar. He stood on the top step, arms crossed. As Nick exited his vehicle, the Blutbad turned and entered his residence, holding the door open for his attraction.
Holding out his hand, he inquired, "So, watch?"
"Yeah, here," Nick chirped, reaching into his back pocket. Placing the watch in Monroe's hand, he laughed. The door closed behind them.
"I had to come up with an excuse to see you this late."
Monroe voiced his suspicion. "So this isn't really about the watch?"
"No. I just wanted to see you."
After a moment of confusion, a smile spread across Monroe's face. "Jesus, Nick, I keep trying to throw myself into some denial and you keep proving I'm not, you know, insane."
The ink-haired Grimm slipped off his jacket. He folded it across the back of a dining room chair, taking his time. Monroe turned toward the kitchen. "Coffee?"
"No, no coffee. Just..." Nick smoothly hid the bulk of his nervousness.
Turning back to Nick, the watch sage furrowed his brow. Nick broke Monroe's personal space bubble with a kiss. The whiskered man's expression contorted to a mix between felicity and absolute confusion. Letting out a hum, Nick backed him into the nearest wall, knocking a small frame from its mount.
Monroe broke free from the lip lock. He bent down, picking up the frame to place it in a safe spot.
"Dude. I am loving the aggression, but let's try to keep things where they are on the walls." The Blutbad's declaration made Nick nearly laugh.
"Monroe, I've got to be honest. I have no idea what I'm doing with you here."
The scruffy man looked down at Nick's feet. "Yeah, well, I'm guessing you want some kind of sexy wild times."
"Not so much, no," Nick asserted.
"Nick. Buddy. You have an erection. So do I."
Nick looked down at himself, then across to Monroe, smiling like an imp. "I hadn't noticed."
Monroe scratched his nose. "How's about I try giving you a blow job?"
The Grimm choked, eyes wide. "Wow, that was straight forward."
"That's not a no." The unshaven man tapped Nick's arm. Motioning for him to follow, he headed to his bedroom.
Nick glanced around. Placing his phone on the nightstand, he realized it was abysmally crowded with nicknacks and only further reinforced the owner's clock obsession. Leaning against the beige sheeted bed, he began unbuckling his belt. Monroe hadn't had time to register that his partner was already pantless. He panicked for a moment, blurting out, "Whoa, wait. Let me get a condom first, alright?"
"I thought you didn't have any," Nick investigated.
"Yeah, I stocked up. Not for you, particularly, but you never know when you might need one."
Nick jokingly spoke, "So I take it you don't trust me?"
Ripping a segment from a pack of eight, the Blutbad answered honestly. "I do trust you, but both of us have had sex more than once and I'd like to avoid HPQ or whatever. I don't want to get cervical cancer."
The detective laughed lightly, "I don't think you have a cervix. Is there anything else I should know?"
Tearing the condom packet, Monroe flirted, "I'll admit: This is kind of weird for me. I'm not typically a meat eater."
After a short moment of roaring laughter, the clock authority began nuzzling Nick's abdomen. Running his nose along Nick's hip bone, he rumbled, "You planned all this out."
"What? Of course not."
Monroe reached his fingers into the band of Nick's crimson trunks. "Oh please. You know red's my favorite color."
"Alright, you caught me," the wessen hunter coyly spoke.
Slowly peeling down the carmine trunks, the Blutbad growled, "It's okay. I like it."
Nipping just below the Grimm's navel, he crooned, "I wonder what you taste like."
"Isn't taste and smell interlinked?" the detective jokingly mumbled, maintaining control of his composure as his mate dragged lips down his inner thigh.
Kneeling, Monroe gave one final tug to his quarry's trunks, pulling them just above the ankles. "But I mean a taste test. Think that would bother you, Nick?"
"Yeah, I think so. I definitely think it would," the sleek-haired man roused.
"Good, then you'll just have to try to stop me."
Nick endeavored to hold back a smile. Slowly, a grin crept across his face. "Try," he mischievously inquired.
The wavy-maned brunet shook the condom in his right hand. Looking up as he rolled the condom onto his partner's erection, he caught sight of the vague nervousness in glacial eyes. "I know what I'm doing. Kind of. I looked it up."
The detective's breath became mildly shallow, pleading anxiously he sputtered, "They have books on this?"
Rubbing a hand across Nick's latexed length, he asserted, "No, nincompoop. On my computer."
The Grimm's head tilted back. He wondered aloud, "You have a computer?"
"Yeah, of course I do. I almost never use it, so it just kind of sits there. The most action it gets in a week is when a moth decides to die on it," Monroe chortled. He began lightly pumping Nick's hard-on.
Still looking up at the Grimm's face, catching slight views of weakly fluttering eyelids, the Blutbad let out a quiet growl. He turned his attention to the detective's firm cock, lowering his head.
His eyes widened. "Whoa, dude, I just realized! You shaved?"
Nick lowered his head, affirming, "Well, yeah. I figured it might be a little less weird for you."
The kinky-haired man eagerly spat, "Dude, this terrifies and arouses me. You have no idea. You put your testicles near a sharp blade for my sake. That is dedicated."
Nick gave him a squint bearing the meaning, 'You're insane.'
Monroe leaned down, running his lips across his mate's scrotum. He ran his tongue up the midway, gliding up the rigid dick tasting bitter latex. Fitting his mouth around the throbbing cock, he bobbed his head aggressively. With his right hand on Nick's hip, his left continued to pump the rest of his shaft. Hearing Nick's breathing hitch between delighted moans, Monroe hungrily drove his maw further downward, devouring the Grimm's durability. He wriggled his tongue, hooping around, caressing the erection.
The Grimm's moans grew into booming groans and hefty grunts. Monroe continued fervently fellating the sleuth. He felt a pit in his stomach—something was going to happen.
The detective's phone blared, shaking tauntingly on the nightstand. The watch repairman released Nick's erection. "Seriously, you have got to be kidding me!"
The investigator mightily answered, "Burkhardt." He shot quick responses in affirmation. Ending the brisk call, he faced the Blutbad. "Sorry Monroe. Murder calls."
"Dude, this happens every time. Can I just finish," Monroe dejectedly pleaded.
"I'd love that, but if I do come, I'll be a mess. I won't be able to drive to the crime scene for at least twenty minutes."
Forcefully, the watch mender fussed, "I will drive you."
"You sure abou—augh!"
Nick's inquiry was disrupted by Monroe abruptly engulfing his cock. The Blutbad held the detective's legs, digging his palms into the man's inner thighs, voraciously assailing his cock. Each sound emitted by the Grimm was met by the Blutbad's low hums. After two minutes of intensely wild sucking, Nick's grunts cut into a series of fleeting, rasping, begging wails. Monroe drew back, eying the detective's orgasmic quivers.
The onyx-haired detective crumbled, flopping to the bed.
The Blutbad rolled the used condom from Nick's softened cock, musing, "Don't pass out. I need the address I'll be driving you to."
"I won't pass out," Nick weakly denied, respiration returning to normal.
Monroe sighed, quetching, "Alright. Let's go."
The watch maker tugged at Nick's trunks and pants, clothing him. Passing the detective his belt, he headed to the kitchen for a small glass of water and to dispose the condom. As he returned, seeing his partner barely sitting upright, troubled by the belt, he placed the glass on the night stand to assist. Nick grabbed his phone lazily, tucking it into his jacket pocket.
Monroe concentrated, lifting the delicate Grimm from his bed. The Grimm complained, "I can walk. I can walk!" After a short struggle, he was able to carry the engaged man to the beetle.
A few minutes later, Nick stumbled out of his mate's car. His strength was still on its way back. Approached by Sergeant Wu, he chirped, "I got held up."
Wu nodded. Smirking, he pointed a pen toward the yellow beetle. "Who's that? Drinking buddy?"
An assured smile spread over Nick's face. "Something like that."
Monroe drove home, murmuring to himself. "That went well..."
Arriving home, as he crept into his residence, he realized, "Maybe attached human testicles are a more omnipotent aphrodisiac." He marched to his room to alleviate his own erection.
