Title: Club Descent: Accused (10/11)

Author: Aeon Cole

Beta: sharpiesgal/Dino

Rating: FRAO

Warning: Slash

Fandom: CSI: Miami

Pairing: Horatio/Speed

Spoilers: None

Challenge: 50 Dark Fics

Prompt: #45 Lust

Word Count: 2040

Summary: A discovery in a quarry lake brings back some old memories and puts Max in a tight spot.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

The first thing Horatio had notice upon arriving at Max and Michael's house was the car parked across the street. He knew a stakeout when he saw one. It bothered him that Stetler had put a car on Max. He knew he wouldn't have wasted those resources if he didn't think it was necessary, if there wasn't some kind of evidence to suggest that there was a need for a car on him. He'd debated with himself all evening whether to say something or not but he had to consider the possibility that he might jeopardize the investigation. It had him pretty distracted all through dinner wondering just what it was that Stetler had on his friend.

Tim had told Max about the new house and Max had offered to help with the move. He offered his pickup truck anytime they needed it. Everything seemed normal to Horatio. Max seemed like Max. He wasn't nervous or upset about anything. He desperately wanted to ask him about the interview, but he had promised Tim that he wouldn't talk shop and he intended to keep his promise. He had hoped that Max would say something or that Tim would ask Max about what had happened that afternoon at PD but he didn't. They were completely focused on the new house and the move.

In the end he chose to not ask any questions. He would try to figure out what he could later. He could log into the lab's computer from home and take a look at the files. By the time they pulled into their driveway, he'd decided to put it out of his mind for the time being. Tim was too excited about the upcoming move and he wasn't going to dampen his mood with talk of work.

It was dark by the time they arrived back home and Horatio hadn't left the lights on. He was surprised to find that Tim simply walked into the house, turned on the lights and went into the kitchen without his usual routine. Horatio just stood there for a moment. Tim went to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of juice then poured himself a glass. When he turned he saw Horatio still standing by the door.

"What?" he asked, seeing the look he was getting.

Horatio smiled at him and joined him in the kitchen. He pulled him into his arms and said, "It's nothing." Then he gave him a kiss.

It was then that Tim seemed to realize what it was that had taken Horatio by surprise. "Oh," he said. "You know, it didn't even occur to me to check the house." He was a bit surprised himself.

"That's good," Horatio said with a smile. "You felt safe enough to just walk in here." Horatio pulled him closer, flush against his own body.

Staring into Horatio's eyes it still surprised Tim that after a whole year together his body would respond so quickly to the close contact. His reaction didn't go unnoticed by the redhead either. Horatio leaned in and took Tim's mouth for a kiss that started off slow and gentle but quickly grew until both men were dizzy from lack of air.

Horatio pulled away first resting his forehead on Tim's shoulder while he got his breath back. After a moment he said in a low, gravelly voice, "Unless you want me to take you right here on the kitchen counter, we should move this somewhere more comfortable."

Tim smirked. "Kitchen sex does have its appeal," he joked.

Horatio chuckled and took his hand, leading him up to the bedroom. Once there he pulled Tim's shirt up over his head then pushed him back onto the bed. He pulled his own shirt off then climbed onto the mattress and settled in between Tim's legs. He stared down at him for a moment before Tim held out his arms to him. With a gentle smile Horatio leaned forward, resting the bulk of his weight on his elbows, and began laying a trail of kisses along Tim's jaw. He worked his way back to the spot just behind Tim's left ear where he lingered for a few moments suckling gently.

Tim moaned softly and arched his hips up under Horatio's weight. Horatio moved slightly giving Tim the friction he was seeking. He moaned again. Horatio raised himself up on his hands and knees and began working his was down Tim's neck, kissing and nibbling as he went. When he reached his chest he pulled one flat nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, raising it to a hard nub. He moved to the other side and did the same.

Tim whimpered with every move Horatio made on his body. "God, Horatio… feels so good," he breathed.

He felt Horatio smile into his skin as he worked his way lower. Horatio stopped when he reached the waistband of his jeans. He sat back on his heels and looked down at the flushed body beneath him. Tim was staring back wantonly, eyes hooded, mouth slightly open. Horatio thought he could come just from that look. He took a deep breath bringing himself back under control. He wasn't finished yet.

Horatio slowly ran his hands up the insides of Tim's thighs and over the pronounced bulge in his jeans. Tim let out a soft moan and arched into Horatio's touch. Horatio leaned forward and placed a kiss on his stomach just above his jeans then he slowly, teasingly opened them. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Tim's boxers and pulled them and his jeans down and off tossing them to the side. Then he settled back in between his legs.

Tim's breath caught in his throat when Horatio ran a hand gently over his now bare and aching cock. Horatio's touch was so light that he had Tim writhing on the bed. Tim didn't think he could take much more then Horatio closed his mouth around him and slowly drew him in. Tim groaned deep in his throat and fisted the sheets as Horatio worked him with his tongue and teeth. He was breathing heavily and completely lost in sensation as Horatio hummed around him. Tim cried out coming hard and bucking his hips.

He fell back onto the bed completely spent and gasping for air. Horatio sat back and let him catch his breath before leaning in and taking his mouth in a slow kiss. When he pulled back Tim smiled at him.

"Wow," was all he could say.

Horatio kissed him again and said, "Not done yet."

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the lube then he hopped off the bed and stripped out of his remaining clothes. Positioning himself back on the bed between Tim's legs, he slicked up his fingers and carefully inserted one then two into Tim's body and began stretching. It wasn't long before Tim found himself getting hard again from Horatio's teasing.

Horatio was taking his time stretching and preparing him. But Tim was getting impatient. "Horatio… please," he breathed. Horatio answered him by curling his fingers and brushing over his prostate. Tim gasped and arched up. "Enough teasing… please… need you."

Horatio removed his fingers and slicked up his cock. He lifted Tim's legs and slowly pushed in. He groaned at the feel of Tim's tight hole surrounding him. "So good," he breathed.

Once he was completely buried Horatio stilled needing to bring himself into control, not wanting things to end too soon. He leaned down and captured Tim's mouth with his own as he slowly began to move. It wasn't long before he had to break the kiss, his need to breathe taking over, as his movements sped up. He raised himself up and took one of Tim's hands placing it on his cock. Tim wrapped his fingers around his own shaft and started pumping along with Horatio's thrusts.

Seeing Tim touch himself was Horatio's undoing. He buried himself one last time coming with a soft groan. Tim followed when he felt Horatio's seed fill him. Horatio collapsed forward resting his full weight on Tim. After a few moments he rolled to the side and pulled out then pulled Tim into his arms.

Tim was already beginning to drift off to sleep. "Love you," he murmured.

Horatio kissed his forehead. "Love you too," he said.

About half an hour later Tim was sound asleep but Horatio still lay awake. His mind had drifted back to Max and the case. He finally gave up on getting to sleep and rolled out of bed careful not to wake Tim. He pulled on his pants and went downstairs to the study. He booted up the computer and attempted to access the files on Simon's murder only to find his access was blocked. He realized that he should have figured that Stetler would have done that.

He looked at the clock on the wall. It was late, after midnight. He debated whether or not to make the phone call that he wanted to make. He pulled out his phone. It wouldn't be the first time he'd woken Eric up for the sake of a case. He dialed Eric's number and waited.

Eric rolled over in bed snuggling closer to the warm body next to him when he heard his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He groaned and rolled back grabbing his phone and looking at the caller ID. Seeing that it was Horatio he answered.

"Yeah, H," he said sleepily.

"Sorry to wake you Eric. I was, ah, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the case," Horatio said.

"Sure," Eric said quietly. "Just give me a moment."

Horatio heard a female voice in the background then he heard Eric say, "I'll be right back." He heard some movement then a door close before Eric got back on the line.

"Ok, H, what's up?" Eric asked.

"Sorry, Eric. I didn't realize you had company," Horatio said.

"It's ok. You didn't interrupt anything. We were sleeping," Eric replied with a slight chuckle. "What did you want to talk about?"

Horatio explained his concerns and what he'd seen at Max's house that evening. Eric ran down the evidence they had and his feelings on the case.

"You're suspicious of Gus?" Horatio asked.

"I can't really explain it, H. It's more of a feeling I got talking with him this afternoon. I'm going to do a more extensive background check on him in the morning when I get in. Right now there is no connection between him and Simon."

Horatio thought for a moment. "You said he was in the military. I'm going to email you my access codes for the military criminal database. You can access his full SRB that way. Hopefully it will help."

"Thanks, H. I really hope we find something there because otherwise everything points to Max."

"Hmm. Would you let me know what you find, Eric?"

"Yeah, no problem, H."

"Ok then," Horatio said. "You'd better get some sleep." He paused for a moment then smirked. "And tell Calleigh I'm sorry I woke her."

Eric's mouth fell open and he stared at the phone for a moment. How did Horatio know, he wondered. They'd been discrete. It had been almost six months and there was no indication that anyone had any idea. Calleigh's father didn't know yet. His family didn't know yet.

"How…" he started to ask. Then he decided better of it. "You know what, never mind."

"Just don't let Stetler find out," Horatio warned.

"Don't worry about that, H," Eric said as he walked back into the bedroom. "Night. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He tossed the phone back onto the nightstand and crawled back into bed.

"Everything all right," Calleigh mumbled.

Eric shook his head and chuckled. "Horatio knows," he said. Calleigh lifted her head and looked up at him. "About us, he knows."

Calleigh smirked. "Wouldn't surprise me if he's known all along," she said as she rolled onto her back. She pulled Eric down to her. "This is Horatio we're talking about after all." Eric chuckled and kissed her softly. Calleigh smiled. "Back to sleep, you. We have an early morning tomorrow."

TBC