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Warning: this chapter contains material intended only for mature audiences… erm… more so than the other chapters.

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Chapter Fourteen: Lunch

Rick once again found himself busy in the kitchen, observing the sweet curves of Horatio's ass from across the room. The redhead was bent over, digging around in the closet for a spare coat.

"You know, Horatio," Rick said from behind the counter, "you could use my coat if you let me borrow your sweater".

"No, it's okay," Horatio called, "I'm sure I'll find something soon enough. What's for lunch anyways?"

"Beer battered fish, one of the few things I took with me from Oklahoma. My father used to make it after my uncle and his friends came back from their fishing trips".

Rick smiled sweetly at the feeling of nostalgia. Horatio looked over his shoulder and watched as his lover was lost in a flashback to his childhood. He wondered if his family approved of his lifestyle, and if they did if they would approve of him. Looking away wistfully he fell into his own little trance, although he was quickly able to shake it off. Rick's family was something he knew he had to deal with, but not for a while at least. He decided to change the topic.

"Rick, when we get back to Miami, how about we have a nice big dinner made with something besides fish?"

"That sounds really really nice… I'll make you some lemon chicken. O! And some hummus, I haven't made hummus in a while".

"You don't have to cook for me, love. I want you to relax. There's this quiet little Italian place just outside of jurisdictions, you'll like it. They have live music on Friday nights and the greatest wine selection I've ever seen. Not to mention the fact that their food is absolutely-".

"-delicious," Rick breathed into Horatio's neck. He had left the kitchen when Horatio wasn't paying attention and had placed himself right behind the redhead. His hands gently stroked Horatio's hips as he lightly dug his arousal into his backside. "It sounds wonderful".

Horatio braced himself to the closet frame, groaning softly under Rick's assault. Rick coiled his arms around the other man's waist as he humped the redhead. Horatio threw back his head onto Rick's shoulder, biting his lip and moaning; longing to feel more, but yet-

"-Rick, stop," Horatio gasped.

"Whatever for?" Rick whispered against Horatio's skin. His fingers had traveled to Horatio's belt, unfastening the buckle. He reached down and gave the other man a good grope, feeling what he knew to be his doing. "I think we're just getting started".

Horatio rested his weight against Rick as he felt his pants be pulled open and drop to the floor. Stetler gently rubbed Horatio's arousal though the fabric of his boxers.

"No," Horatio moaned, "not now".

"But 'now' feels like a very good time to me," Rick purred.

Painfully slowly, one by one, Rick unbuttoned Horatio's shirt. He ran his fingers through the other man's chest hair, as red as every other hair on his body. Horatio released a soft gasp as Rick sucked on his neck, raising a mark.

"It's just that-that-that-that…" Horatio struggled to speak as all thought began to stop. Rick had slid his hands into the elastic of his boxers and had pushed them far from his hips. His fingers ghosted over Horatio's erection, making the redhead tremble.

"That what?" Stetler hummed, lightly running a finger the length of Horatio's shaft.

"Tha-that. We ha-have to do a lot of walking. And I…I-I-I think it best that we don't wear… ourselves…out right… right n- Oh God, I want you, Rick". Horatio spun around and forced his tongue into Rick's mouth, swirling it around.

He backed Rick up into the couch, taking command of the situation. His hands flew down Rick's shirt leaving a trail of open buttons behind them. He grabbed on to the waistband of Rick's pants and pulled him in for another searing kiss.

"Actually, H, you made a pretty good point back there. We can't hike down the mountain if we're too tir- Oh Horatio!"

Rick had been freed from his trousers and boxers and had been laid down on the couch almost naked. Horatio ran his tongue and lips against Rick's straining cock, sucking gently on the leaking tip. Horatio looked up and smiled at his lover before he rushed off to the bedroom, leaving Rick panting and in a dazed state.

A moment later Horatio returned, the bottle of lotion in hand. He positioned himself between Rick's legs, stroking and fondling the other man. He kept caressing Rick until he was reduced to a series of whimpers and moans.

The tease continued as Horatio crawled on top of Rick, kissing him again. He rubbed their arousals together as he watched Rick quiver beneath him. The rest of Horatio's body remained just a breath away from the other man's; with the exception of the redhead's tongue, which occasionally lashed out to taste Rick's lips.

Rick squirmed under Horatio, wanting and needing more from his lover. He tried to pull Horatio in for a tongue tangling kiss, but to no avail. Desperate for more stimulation, he thrust his hips up against the redhead's erection, trying to get more friction.

"Fuck me, H," Rick was finally able to moan.

"Whatever you want," Horatio smiled, finally granting Rick another kiss.

Horatio sat back on his heels, positioning Rick's body as he lubed up his cock. Without preparation or really much warning, Horatio probed at Rick's entrance; slowly and smoothly sliding into him. Stetler whimpered under him, the experience of such physical connection between him and the object of his desire still felt so new and foreign to him.

Despite it being the middle of the day, the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the fireplace and a small lamp left on in the kitchen. The heavy curtains blocked out all sunlight. Rick looked up and watched the flickering light from the hearth play against his lover's freckled complexion and radiant hair. The scratches on Horatio's chest were still a little red, making him look all the more sexual from Stetler's position.

Stetler let out a long moan as Horatio's thrusts fell into time with his own pulse. He adjusted so Horatio could drive deeper into him, his breath catching as he felt Horatio get the hint. Finally Horatio was able to consistently hit Rick's prostate, making Rick clamp down on him, pulling a soft gasp from the redhead.

Horatio continued thrusting into Rick as he leaned down and placed soft kisses across his lover's chest. Stetler reached up under Horatio's unbuttoned shirt and dragged his nails down the lieutenant's back again and again. Horatio smiled into the kiss, enjoying the bit of pain that he has found Stetler to be able to deliver during sex; although he couldn't for the life of him figure out why it brought him so much pleasure.

The redhead sat back up, biting his lip as he felt himself teeter on the edge. He began to lose control as he thrust erratically into Rick's willing body. Rick grasped onto the cushions beneath him, trying desperately not to touch himself until Horatio had cum; but he was quickly losing that battle. He reached down and began pumping his cock, despite how close Horatio was. Looking down and seeing Rick stroke himself was the redhead's undoing. He let out Rick's name in a long moan as he came into him.

Rick closed his eyes and arched his back as he shot his release over his hand, Horatio's name on his lips. His body fell and sank back into the sofa, his breath labored and his ears ringing. Rick's eyes rolled back as he fell into a mild state of delirium.

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The next thing Stetler remembered was feeling was Horatio's lips against his chest. Slightly groggy, he reached up and began petting his lover's scarlet hair. Horatio had gotten dressed and had draped a blanket over Rick's body.

"Welcome back," Horatio cooed softly as he turned to look at Rick.

"Do you have any idea how wonderful you are to wake up next to?" Rick murmured.

Horatio kissed Rick on the cheek sweetly before he stood up.

"I turned the stove off for you, I was afraid I would ruin it if I started myself. Then I would have to catch more fish. And I really don't want to go anywhere near that lake again".

Still not fully awake, Rick climbed off of the couch and stepped back into his boxers and pants.

"How much time do we have before we should get going?" Rick asked as he pulled his belt back on.

"About an hour".

"Then I should have just enough time to feed you before we have to get out the door", Rick said, rushing towards the kitchen. "And if there is anything that needs…erm … 'cleaning up'; it would be really great if you could do that".

"Already done".

"Great. Did you find a coat?"

"No I didn't".

"I highly encourage you to use mine for at least part of the walk, I'm more accustomed to cold weather than you are".

"Does it get colder in Oklahoma than it does in New York?"

"That's my offer, take it or leave it".

"Alright," Horatio said with a smile as he watched Rick work topless for a while. "You want your shirt back?"

"Later. Cooking."