Horatio

When I wake up the next morning, it feels like I've never been to sleep. Instead of finding my Ryan snoozing next to me I hear the shower running. I glance at my clock. Eight forty-seven and two missed calls. I roll off the bed, my body feels like lead. Maybe I overdid it last night; after all, I'm not twenty seven anymore. But I couldn't help myself. Listening to Ryan scream my name as I buried my cock into his sweet little ass was like a drug. I strip the sheets off the bed and take them to the washer. I notice that the condom packet has been thrown away and the lubricant is back in the night stand drawer.

"H? You up?" Ryan calls from the shower.

"Yeah," I answer back. My voice sounds old and tired.

"Well, get in here!" Ryan exclaims.

I step into the steaming shower with my lover. After bidding me a good morning, he scrubs me clean with his hands. I feel the fatigue leaving my body. He kneels down in front of me.

"Ryan, what are you doing?" I ask, looking down at him into those beautiful hazel eyes. He smiles an evil little smile before taking the head of my cock in his mouth.

"Ummmmmmm," I moan as he works me back and forth in his mouth. I suck in my breath and he runs his tongue along the underside of my cock before taking the head back in his mouth and sucking hard.

"Ryan!" I call out. He sucks hungrily and furiously, oblivious to my bucking hips and me practically trying to rip his hair out by the roots. "Ryan," I moan, "I'm going to-"I'm cut off by my own orgasm. "Ryan!" I shout, releasing myself into his willing mouth, as well as in his face and on his chest. I shut off the shower and practically drag him back to the bedroom, where I take him again, fucking him senseless, until we both collapse on the floor in a sweaty heap. The sound of my cell phone ringing spoils my euphoria.

"What?" I yell into the phone. It's Frank.

"Horatio, where the hell are you? It's nine thirty and this prick and his lawyer have been here for forty-five minutes waiting to give a statement."

"Eric and Calleigh are there," I snap. "He can give it to them."

"He insisted that you be here."

I growl, suppressing my irritation. This asshole is clearly trying to manipulate us.

"I'll be there by ten." Shit, I didn't give myself a lot of time. It's at least a fifteen minute drive to the station. "Where the hell is his college buddy? He's not here either."

I clench my fists hard. "I sent Ryan on assignment. See you soon." I hang up unceremoniously. Ryan is studying me closely.

"You look pretty pissed. It must be about Ju-"

I hold up my hand to stop him. "I do not want to hear that name spoken in this house."

Ryan shrugs. "Fine by me."

I stroll towards the shower. "I'm gonna hop in the shower. Alone this time," I emphasize, grinning at his pouty look because I won't let him join me. "If you get in there I will never make it to work."I slap him on his ass as I walk by. "Be there by ten-thirty. If anyone asks you where you've been, just say that I sent you to follow up on a case."

"Will do." He catches me in a kiss, not a soft one but the lewd kiss of a horny lover. He grinds his hard cock into mine. "One more go, baby. Please?"

He broke me. How could I resist that beg? We make it a quickie, promising to take our time later.

I'm in an extremely good mood when I stroll into the station an hour later, smiling blandly at the murderous look on Frank's face. I'm going to have to tell him something.

I walk into the interrogation room and come face to face with my latest enemy.

"Good morning Lieutenant Caine," he smirks. "So glad you could join us. We've been waiting an awfully long time. What kept you?"

Ryan

I leave thirty minutes later like Horatio said, and take the long route. The cushions massage my sore ass, which has been pounded three times by my red stallion since last night. I christened Horatio that nickname after he brought me to my third screaming climax of the morning. He likes it.

When I get to work I head toward the ballistics lab. I need to talk to Calleigh. She is there logging some newly confiscated firearms into evidence.

"Calleigh," I start. "About last night."

She puts down the gun. "What about it?" she asks expectantly.

"I wasn't trying to interfere with your case," I say.

"Then why did you go to meet him?" she asks, point blank.

"I needed to talk to him. To make sure that he wasn't going to start anything. We didn't discuss the case, I swear."

She ponders on this a moment. "OK," she says. I guess she decides that I'm telling the truth.

"One more question Ryan," she says.

"Shoot."

"Were you two involved in college?"

Horatio

"Do you have anything to tell us that is pertinent to this case, Mr. Summers?" I ask, completely ignoring his other question.

"Is Ryan-"

"CSI Wolfe is on assignment," I cut him off. I don't want to hear Ryan's name pass his lips. "Anything you have to say you will say to me or CSI Delko here."

"Fine," he says, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. He tells us that the stripper was hired for a private party by one of his friends, but she didn't want to have sex. They got into it and he refused to pay her, so the owner of the club sent two henchmen to get the money out of him.

"When was the last time you saw him?" Eric asked.

"That night that you found Alissa in the dumpster. He stopped by the club, but the bouncer wouldn't let him in."

"I see. Thank you very much, Mr. Summers. We'll be in touch." Summers and his lawyer rise to leave.

"Lieutenant Caine?"

I turn. "What is it?"

He hands me a folded piece of paper. "Could you give this to Ryan please?"

I take the paper and place it in my jacket pocket. It takes all my willpower not to break his smug little jaw. I utter one word. "Leave."

They leave and Eric turns to me. "What does it say?"

"I don't know, Eric. The message is for Mr. Wolfe, not me."

Eric growls in annoyance. "Aren't you going to read it?" I shake my head.

"H, I don't like this," Eric says. "What was up between the two of them anyway? I think they were 'more than friends' if you know what I mean."

I know all too well what he means. "What makes you say that?" I ask.

"The way that guy was flirting with Ryan yesterday. I mean, you saw him. And now it all makes sense. Ryan must be…" he trails off.

"Must be what Eric?" I prompt. I want to hear him say it.

"A fag," he spat. "Or he goes both ways at least."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I continue. "Mr. Wolfe's sexual preference should not concern us."

"It should if it will affect this case. And I think it will. I have a very bad feeling, H."

"Be that as it may," I say. "We will handle it as it comes. But please refrain from using such offensive terms when referring to someone who is gay."

Eric looks at me, shrugs and walks off.

Ryan

I look away, embarrassed. Even if I say no she knows now. "I'm sure you know the answer to that question. But it was a long time ago and it ended very badly. I would rather not talk about it."

"I understand," she says. "But I'm here if you need me."

"Thanks."

Eric enters the lab and glares at me. I take that as my cue to leave. Horatio calls me on my cell.

"What's up H?" I say as I answer the phone.

"Your friend left me a message and told me to give it to you."

Damn you, Julian.