Carisi shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Nick typed away on his laptop across from him. Amanda was reading a report at her desk across the aisle from Nick. It was fairly quiet in the squad room. Quiet enough that Carisi's chair could be heard squeaking as he moved every half minute or so. Unable to get comfortable, he pulled out his phone.
Raf, this plug is killing me! I can't get comfortable to save my life and it's making my ass sore. It's pinching and stuff. I can't believe I let you talk me into this. This is why you're the bottom.
He scrolled through the Rs in his contact list and clicked on Barba's name just as Fin slapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. Carisi quickly hit the send button and flipped his phone face down on his desk.
"What's good Carisi?"
Carisi shifted. "Uh, nothin'. Nothin'. I'm good. How 'bout you, Fin? Have a good weekend with your son?"
"It was alright. We're still workin' on things, you know? Baby steps. But we'll get there." With another slap on the shoulder, Fin walked around Nick and sat at his desk.
Feeling his phone vibrate, Carisi typed in his password and opened the response text.
1) Bring lube next time so you can reapply throughout the day. 2) Make sure you're wearing a plug that's meant to be worn during the day or of course it's going to pinch you. 3) Make sure you're actually sending this to the person it should be sent to. 4) ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BARBA?
Carisi quickly scrolled up to see that the message came from Rollins. When Fin slapped him on the shoulder, he had had his finger over "Rafael", but the force of the slap must have shifted his finger one name down to "Rollins".
Carisi slammed his head down onto his desk with such force that it startled Nick. He looked at Carisi with his eyes narrowed in confusion and concern.
"You doing okay?" he asked hesitantly.
Carisi raised him arm and gave a thumbs up without picking up his head. "Yup. Doin' just fine" he mumbled into his desk.
Nick shot a look at Amanda who just shrugged like she didn't know anything.
Olivia came out of her office and walked to Amanda's desk. Her step faltered when she saw Carisi's face still pressed into his desk.
"What's his deal?" she asked the other two detectives.
"I'm just gunna sit here and die is all. Don't worry about me." Carisi mumbled.
Olivia crinkled her eyebrows. "Don't be so dramatic, Carisi", she said as she passed him by to stand next to Rollins.
Amanda snorted as she handed Liv the file she had been reading.
Carisi pushed his chair back without lifting his head and bolted from the squad room toward the bathroom.
"What have I done?" he thought to himself as he brushed past a uni, barely realizing he had run into them. His face was a deep red and his mind was racing too fast for him to keep up with. "Will she tell Liv? Will she send a message to Barba? She wouldn't use this as blackmail, right? Oh, god. What have I done?"
Reaching the men's bathroom, Carisi pushed his was inside without knocking and threw the lock behind him. He leaned on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was a deep shade of maroon and his legs felt numb. He ran some cold water and splashed it on his face.
As he bent, he was reminded of how this started to begin with. The plug, with it's rounded, jeweled head, was digging hard into the insides of his ass cheeks. Sighing, he dropped his pants to his knees to pull it out and found himself to be nearly fully erect. He was sure it wasn't the pain of the plug digging into him that had gotten him to that state. And he hadn't been more than half aroused the rest of the day.
"What the actual fuck?" he whispered to the empty bathroom.
He reached around to pull out the plug, wincing as his fingers brushed the raw skin around his sensitive hole. After a small tug of war with his body, he washed the plug in the sink and dried it with paper towels. He pulled up his boxer briefs and pants, buttoning and zipping them, careful to position is erection in a way that would be unnoticeable while simultaneously attempting not to drop the clean plug on the dirty bathroom floor.
Carisi tossed the paper towel and stuffed the plug in his pocket. He looked in the mirror to make sure it didn't show too obviously, but it did. There was the clear, unmistakable outline of a butt plug in his right pocket. "Great" he grumbled. "Now how am I supposed to get this out of here?" He half considered just throwing the damn thing away but knew that Rafael would be pissed if he did. He tried stuffing it under his shirt but the light blue button down was too tight to conceal the plug. With only one option left, Carisi stuffed the butt plug high into his armpit and left the bathroom, only to run smack into Amanda who stood there smiling, holding out his messenger bag.
"Thought you might need this" she drawled sweetly.
Carisi merely nodded, his cheeks darkening another hue. He turned and headed back into the bathroom, well aware that two people nearby had seen the exchange. When he opened his bag to shove the plug in, he caught a glimpse on an envelope falling to the bottom. He grabbed it and opened it, finding two small packets of lube. He cursed under his breath as he stomped back to his desk, unsure of how he was going to get through the rest of the day, but knowing it was bound to suck.