Chapter Two: Different Planets
Rick was happy to see that he was the first one home. That run-in with Ryan gave him a good scare, but as much as he just wanted to lie down and recover from that, he knew he had a lot of work ahead of him yet.
He managed to stuff everything into two bags, taking them both as he stumbled inside. He quickly took out the bouquet and stuffed it into a vase half-filled with water, arranging the individual flowers as much as the time would let him. He tossed the truffles down next to them before he grabbed his other bag and headed upstairs.
He sloppily managed to strip the bed, leaving the discarded sheets in a large mass of a heap. This was definitely one of those times when he cursed Horatio for having a king sized bed. He wadded their usual sheets into a bundle, tossing it into the guest bedroom down the hall. Coming back he took off his shoes and socks, giving himself a quick look over to make sure that he didn't have any calluses or sharp nails that would rip the new sheets.
Fifteen aggravating minutes later, the sheets were on and smooth as glass across the mattress. He folded the comforter neatly across the foot of the bed, same with a fur blanket he brought from home; it wasn't for the right size of bed, but it worked. He tossed the massage oil and one of the rose petal boxes on top of it all.
Rick gave the bedroom a good look over. He managed to clean up a lot over the past week, everything that wasn't properly organized was in a manageable mess. Neither Horatio nor Rick like any room too clean, it feels sterile. A small mess makes a house look loved and lived in.
Rick laid out his outfit for that evening onto the bed, wanting it to be available so he could make a quick change once Horatio walks in the front door. It was nothing too fancy, just flattering black slacks and a white silk shirt. No underwear was needed tonight.
The bathroom needed to be tackled next, but a quick wipe-down with the Windex seemed to cover what he needed to. He set the bubble bath on the ledge of the large round tub in the middle of the room. After lovingly scattering the rose petals around the tub and arranging the candles, he turned off the lights and left the bathroom.
Rick stripped out of his clothes, tossing them in the hamper before quickly pulling on his evening outfit. He scattered the petals across the sheets before he decided to take a short nap… right next to the finely made bed.
***
Horatio swore under his breath as he saw that Rick got home before him. He knew that he and Rick were going straight to the bedroom and weren't going to leave until well into the next day. But he wanted their first Valentine's Day together to be special; intoxicatingly sensual and simply breathtaking. He just needed to get everything he panned set up.
He slipped around the side of the house, being sure to duck under the windows as he went. Rick would be listening for the front door, and the back sliding door was much quieter. If he was younger, he would have climbed up the old rose climbing fence attached to the side of his house… considering it ran right into the guest bedroom window.
Horatio quietly unlocked and opened the back door, silently slipping into his own house. He went straight to the downstairs half bath and stripped out of his clothes, dropping the bag next to the sink.
He knelt down on the floor, slowly removing the items one by one from the bag; the two rings, the whip, the butt plug, the two strands of anal beads, the one hand of metal claw finger extensions, the two black silk scarves, the black leather dog collar, the feather teaser, the costume, the lube, and the candy condoms. There was nothing more he could do in response to the items that were now on the floor in front of him but to smirk and shake his head.
Like you aren't supposed to go to the grocery store when you're hungry, he thought, never go to the sex shop when you're horny.
It was almost six, which surprised him. Usually when Rick makes dinner he has it in the oven by now so it would be ready by seven, which was when he got hungry. Horatio didn't smell anything when he walked in, so there was the distinct possibility that Rick didn't start cooking yet. Considering the bathroom is right between the stairs and the kitchen, Horatio figured that he'd have to work quickly if he wanted to surprise Rick.
He opened up the fresh bottle of lube and slicked up the anal beads. Slowly he inserted them into his tight entrance, stretching himself. He had to bite down on a towel to keep him from moaning loudly as he did so. It took a while, and he was painfully hard, but he decided he was stretched enough not to tear when he put in the butt plug.
Horatio lubed up the plug, setting it on the closed toilet seat and taking a moment to just stare at it. He had never had toys like these before. Before Rick, he never even would have considered them with neither his male nor his female partners.
Taking a deep breath, Horatio positioned himself over the toy. He stopped to listen for Rick walking around upstairs or simply breathing on the other side of the door. After a long moment a slow and gentle sigh came from upstairs, Rick was asleep. It wasn't like Rick was a light sleeper, but the sound of the toilet seat clicking out of its usual position might startle him.
Horatio's eyelids drifted shut and his jaw slacked as he painfully slowly impaled himself on the plug. When he finally had the toy inside of him, his eyes fluttered back open. One hand was braced against the wall, the other holding on desperately to the rim of the sink. A few deep breaths later and he finally got his needing body back under control. The plug felt a lot bigger than it looked, but he wasn't bleeding.
He stood up, shifting his weight until it felt comfortable enough to move around with. He eyed up the black ring, deciding after a moment that it would mean more if Rick would put it on for him. Carefully and reluctantly, Horatio took the costume out of its plastic bag and pulled on the soft shorts, the fabric a heaven against his hot cock.
If he kept his hands busy, he wouldn't be so tempted to indulge himself. He fastened the collar of the costume around his neck, using the same logic of the black leather ring on the dog collar.
He put on the hat and halfway knelt down before deciding that that was a bad idea and put the bag on the closed toilet seat. He went through each item, pulling the price tags off of them. There was too much stuff for Horatio to carry everything in his hands, so he arranged the items back in the bag.
He jerked his head up as he heard the bath start running upstairs. He was positive that the bath would be for both he and Rick... but he wasn't quite sure how to react to it. Perhaps he could catch Rick in the hallway.
***
Rick's eyes fluttered open as he heard a car door shut outside. He quickly picked himself off the floor and rushed to the window, catching Horatio run up against the house. A matter of seconds later he heard the back door slide open. It was obvious that Horatio didn't want him to figure that he was there.
Rick shrugged it off. Horatio wouldn't do that unless he had something elaborate planned.
Dinner could wait. He didn't want to rush Horatio on a night as romantic as what he had planned. He rented the film Milk, which they would watch while dinner was in the oven. Then he would give his redhead a nice sensuous massage followed by a warm bubble bath. Then they'd spend the rest of the night making passionate love on their new silk sheets.
He was going to pamper Horatio and make him enjoy it for once dangnabbit.
He placed the massage oil on the nightstand, picking up the box of rose petals. They were scattered over the silk sheets and black fur blanket.
Running to the bathroom mirror, Rick quickly fixed his hair and smoothed out his slightly crumpled shirt. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes, surprised that any formed after a nap so short.
He returned to the bedroom, sitting there and wondering when Horatio would make himself known.
With a deep sigh, Rick went through the bedroom one last time. The process was getting kind of tedious, but if it meant that he could give Horatio a night he would never forget... it would be worth it. This run through only took a few minutes, the only thing he really needed to do was draw the drapes.
What's taking him so long? Rick grumbled to himself, this is
Horatio we're talking about. Maybe he doesn't know I'm up here.
He shrugged, the bathroom wasn't exactly ready yet. In fact, he wasn't even sure if the jets on the tub worked, they only used them once, and that was a while ago.
He pulled off his good shirt and turned on the water. Sure enough, the pressure in some jets was off. It was frustrating, but nothing a little elbow grease and a lot of profanity couldn't fix.
Several minutes and a few towels later, the unruly jets were clean and working as they should. He drained the water, picked up the towels and threw them in the hamper. As irritating as that was, he was happy he caught it. After re-scattering the rose petals, he pulled his shirt back on and left to get the good towels out of the linen closet.
Goddamnit. I'm not about to wait much longer for him. what the fuck is he doing down there?
At that moment, Rick heard the downstairs bathroom door close with a light click. Suddenly feeling quite rushed, Rick ran into the bathroom and hung the towels. He rushed back out, hoping that he wasn't building up a sweat, and grabbed the last box of rose petals. There wasn't any time to be strategic about this, he would just have to let them fall.
***
Horatio approached the staircase, shifting his weight from side to side. He was a little embarrassed at how tight the boxers were already, he didn't even know what Rick had in store for him. A blush crossed his cheeks at the thought of Rick. What would his brunette lover think of this? All Horatio was supposed to get was a fresh bottle of lube, neither of them expected the shopping spree that ensued.
He re-adjusted his grip on the brown paper shopping bag. At that moment, a rose garden upstairs apparently exploded. Little rose petals flew down the stairs in a cloud of red and pink.
What the fuck?
Horatio poked his head around the banister, just in time to see Rick's leg disappear into the bedroom, the door closing after it. A slight smirk on his lips, the redhead made his way up the rose covered staircase. His mind began to wander as he began to wonder what unspeakably erotic things his lover would do to seduce him. A once rigid prediction began to turn into a sensuous fantasy as Horatio imagined Rick being not so much shocked, but pleased with the purchases.
His imagination warming his already hot body, Horatio walked through the rose petaled hallway.
"Rick," he muttered under his breath, "Prepare for the most sexual night of your life".
***
"H," Rick whispered as he pulled out a little silver lighter and put it next to the nearest candle, "Prepare for the most romantic evening of your life".
There was a soft knock on the bedroom door. Rick took a deep breath, hoping that Horatio would enjoy the movie, food, massage, and bubble bath. The redhead hated being pampered, but perhaps the holiday would bring out his more romantic side.
"Rick?" a low and sexy whisper of a voice came in from the other side of the door, "let me in, love".
"Of course".
Rick pulled the door open and their jaws simultaneously dropped.
The redhead blinked and a strong blush covered his cheeks and began sneaking down his body. There he was, in a skimpy little outfit with a bag full of sex toys. And there was Rick, dressed in his finest shirt and surrounded by red silk and roses.
Rick's hand flew to his mouth, trying to hide the smile he was unable to disguise. He could hardly believe what he was looking at. It wasn't like Horatio wasn't always willing to climb into bed with him, but Rick had never seen such… enthusiasm… in anyone.
"Horatio?"
"Rick".
The brunette couldn't hold himself back any longer. His lover's blush was just too amusing. The smile unfurled across his face and he pulled Horatio into the bedroom.
"Oh my god," Rick smirked, "Horatio…"
Blue eyes scanned over the silk sheets, the candles, the rose petals, and the bottle of massage oil. He and Rick obviously had very different ideas on how to spend the evening.
"Did I disrupt your plans?" the redhead asked with a blush.
"I'm more concerned about me disrupting yours," Rick chuckled, "where were you going with this?"
The blush darkened as the weight of the brown paper bag tugged on Horatio's arm. "I went out to get the lube…"
Rick eyed up the bag and the costume. "And…"
"and that's a very interesting store we have here in Miami".
"Well… I like what I see so far. What else did you get?"
Horatio thought for a second before he answered. "Presents. Sorry I didn't wrap them".
The redhead led his lover over to the bed, where they sat down next to each other. He smiled to himself as he saw that Rick's eyes were wide with an almost playful curiosity. Rick reached up and took of the hat the costume came with, tossing it onto the pillows before running a hand through red hair. The bag was pulled up onto the bed between them, but Horatio made sure that Rick couldn't see the contents just yet. He dipped his hand down and pulled out the two black scarves, handing them to Rick.
The brown eyed man looked them over with a mischievous smile, "what do I do with these?"
"I trust you have enough of an imagination to think up something good".
Rick smirked as he imagined his Horatio, laid out on the bed. He would be cuffed to the headboard with their white fur handcuffs and blindfolded with one of those silk scarves. No. Not blindfolded. He loved those baby blues too much. It would be better to have him gagged instead, to listen to that low and sensuous voice struggle to cry out his name.
"And that's just the start," Horatio purred, watching the deviousness grow behind Rick's eyes.
"It is?"
"Mhmm".
The redhead reached into the bag and pulled out the feather teaser. Rick almost instantly took the toy from his hand and began to run it against the palm of his own. He then proceeded to tickle the side of his lover's neck with it, watching in pleasure as Horatio tried to duck away.
"This could be fun," the brown eyed man smirked.
"So could these".
Horatio pulled the five metal claw finger extensions out of the bag and gently laid them on the bed. Rick's eyes widened. He immediately put the feather teaser down on top of the scarves and picked up the claws, a little bothered at how comfortable they were once he put them on. Horatio could get pretty kinky, Rick knew that. Not to mention the fact that Horatio enjoyed the slight element of pain when it was brought to sex. Horatio enjoyed it… that doesn't mean Rick liked dishing it out. He gently scratched at the palm of his hand, it didn't really hurt… but it felt enough like it could.
Rick looked up as his wrist was grabbed and guided to his lover's chest. Cautiously and looking deep into his lover's eyes, Rick dragged the false nails down the milky skin. Horatio's eyelids drifted shut and he moaned softly, his head tilting back. Soon, Rick had his lover lying on his back, gasping as his jaw line was lovingly traced. His thighs were straddled, Rick hovering over his as he dragged his new nails down his lover's chest. The plug shifted again and Horatio moaned in pleasure.
The IAB sergeant smirked as a blush crossed the redhead's cheeks. He picked up the feather tickler and danced it along Horatio's sides. His jaw dropped open, taking in a gasp as he laughed and tried to squirm away.
"Rick," he laughed, "stop… I'm not done".
Rick smiled as he climbed back off of his lover. "I guess we'll save that for later".
Horatio sat back up, gently stroking Rick's chest. They looked lovingly into each other's eyes for a moment, their lips brushing together before they got back to the task at hand.
"I got you this too," Horatio cooed, digging around in the bag, "along with just a few more things".
Rick watched excitedly until Horatio pulled a black whip out of the bag. He didn't mind using their cuffs and restraining his lover. It didn't really bother him too much to scratch Horatio. But…
"H," Rick sighed, "I don't think I could ever bring myself to whip you".
Horatio smiled coyly, "what if I make it worth your while?"
Rick bit his lip, "I don't know…"
"You don't have to do it too hard, Rick. I'm not about to make you break skin if you don't think you're ready".
"I won't be… ever".
"Perhaps".
The redhead reached across his lover's lap and set the whip down on top of the other toys. Rick didn't even feel like touching it at this point. Maybe he can talk him into using it later.
"Maybe you'll like this a little more," he crooned, pulling the yet unused strand of anal beads.
Rick smirked as he eyed them up, taking them and rolling them around in his hands.
"I've never had real ones before".
"'Real ones'?"
Rick blushed, "In college… my dorm was just down the street from a bead shop. I used to make necklaces for the guys in the dorm to give to their girlfriends around this time of year. Along with all the usual beads, I would buy several large ones… like these… plus a key ring". Horatio smiled, he never before imagined how Rick was between boyfriends and long before him. "You see," the brunette continued, "My roommate was out so often, that I had plenty of privacy to make and eventually use them".
"Do you still have them?"
"No," Rick murmured, his cheeks turning very red, "they broke on me one night, luckily when my roommate was with his parents for the weekend. I was up until five in the morning; trying to get them out with tweezers… they were the only thing I had on hand that would possibly work. I was too embarrassed to go to the hospital, and I was afraid that dad would pull me out of college if he found out about it. I got them out that night, but not without tearing myself up. I haven't used any since".
Horatio cringed, he couldn't imagine how that must felt, "I'm sorry".
"Lots of crying, lots of sweat, lots of blood. I had never been so stressed out and overtired before".
"Well," Horatio whispered, placing a delicate kiss on his lover's cheek, "I'll make sure that never happens again".
"Thank God".
Horatio chuckled softly, "sorry about the bad memories… maybe this will cheer you up".
Rick watched as Horatio pulled out two lollipop sticks with colored condoms attached to the tops.
"What the hell?"
"We can use them in your office," the redhead purred, "that way we can handle a sugar fix and… erm… a craving of a different kind. Plus, no mess after words… just clean up your own garbage".
"The cleaning lady isn't going to dig a condom out of my trash can and run a DNA test on it".
"You never know, we own the machines to do that".
Rick chuckled, opening the nightstand drawer and putting them in next to the white fur handcuffs they kept in there. He was immediately handed the fresh bottle of lube, which also went in the drawer.
"To think," the brown eyed man mused, "I just sent you out for that… good God, what have I done? What have I created?"
"Something you knew all along that you would enjoy," Horatio grinned, "I have three more presents for you".
Rick's cheeks turned a light red as his lover turned back to the bag. He hoped Horatio was enjoying the silk sheets because he obviously had a lot of things planned for the bed.
"I bought these," the redhead smirked, "I've never used this before… I've never used any of this before. But I'd be willing to experiment with you".
"O…kay". Rick didn't know what to expect.
There they were… a silicone vibrating cock ring and a series of black leather straps with a rubber ring attached. They had used cock rings before, but just a simple kind that was tight enough to delay an orgasm. He picked up the silicone one first, taking in the texture for a second before switching it on. With a low and steady hum, it attempted to vibrate right off of Rick's palm before he turned it off.
"I think I can enjoy this," he smirked, "but what's with the other one".
"According to the display when I bought it, it's supposed to keep me hard for you all night long".
"I'd like to strap it on to you sometime," Rick purred, "I'm sure you'd look so sexy with it wrapped around the base of your cock and over your balls. To have it all wrapped up for me under that patch of gorgeous red curls".
"And why not tonight?"
"Why not tonight".
Horatio blushed and turned his face away. He still wasn't used to a partner worshiping his body. Usually he was over a decade older than his female lovers, who admired him for his almost cold formalness instead of his sexuality.
"One last thing".
Rick tried to see what Horatio took out of the bag, but the redhead managed to block his view. When he turned back around he had a black leather dog collar in his hands, decorated with brass studs.
"I want you to put this on me," he whispered, handing it to Rick.
The brunette let Horatio drop the collar into his hands and watched him take off the collar of the cop costume. "Why do you want this, Horatio?"
"Because you're the only person I could ever want to give everything to," he said softly, dropping to cop collar into the bag, "and because I trust you".
Rick looked nervously at the collar and then back up at Horatio's bare neck.
"You make me feel young again, Rick. You make me feel alive. You make me feel… sexy".
Rick reached over and fastened the collar around Horatio's neck, looking deep into those sky blue eyes.
"I don't think anyone's ever been so turned on by me before".
"Oh, but I am… don't you doubt that for a moment".
The redhead reached up and lightly touched the leather collar. "We'll have to get some tags for it soon; something that says that I'm yours… all yours".
"Do we really need tags for that?" Rick crooned, lying Horatio down on the bed and climbing on top of him. He looked over his lover's sweet and sensuous body, "so fuckable".
"Oh Rick… Rick…"
"I could flip you around and pound your tight ass into oblivion right now".
"So why don't you?"
"Because I want to spend the evening warming you up," Rick said with a coy smile. "I'd strap that leather cage onto you, but I want to give you a massage first".
Horatio smirked, "Massage?"
"Mhmm. I got a bottle of warming massage oil… and you look tense. On your stomach so I can get my hands all over you".
