Title: Club Descent: Good News

Author: Aeon Cole

Rating: FRAO

Genre: AU, angst, hurt/comfort, romance

Warning: Slash

Fandom: CSI Miami

Pairing: Horatio/Speed

Challenge: Lover100

Table: table-c

Prompt: # 25 Dominant

Word Count: 1535

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I am making no money from this.

Author's Note: This is NOT part of my H/Speed universe. This is my first AU. I have plans to turn this into a limited series.

Previous Chapters: The Meeting, Regrets, Choices, Let's Talk

Tim walked into his lab early Wednesday afternoon trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible. He didn't want to give anything away to Jessica. As soon as he opened the door she looked up from her work and practically leapt at him.

"Well, how did it go?" she asked. Tim shrugged but in the end he couldn't keep a straight face. She looked at him expectantly and smiled. "So, do we get to keep our jobs?"

"For another year, at least," he finally said and he hugged her tight.

She was grinning like a Cheshire cat into his shirt. "We should celebrate," she suggested. "Go out for lunch maybe."

Tim smiled at her. "Good idea. But there's something I have to do first."

He excused himself and headed over to his office to make a phone call. He already had Horatio's number on speed dial. He'd called him Tuesday morning after he'd gotten notice of the grant hearing set for the next day. He'd called him again that afternoon to get his opinion on his speech to the committee. Then again that evening when he'd been too worked up and nervous to get to sleep. They'd talked for a while until Tim felt relaxed enough to sleep and parted with the promise that Tim would call him Wednesday with the news as soon as he found anything out.

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Horatio was just walking into his office when he felt his cell phone vibrate. He pulled it out of his jacket pocket and looked at the caller id. He opened it quickly and said, "How'd it go?"

"Renewed for another year," Tim replied.

Horatio could hear the relief in his voice. "That's great news," he said enthusiastically.

"Look, I, um, I'm gonna go to the club tonight. Ya know, to celebrate," Tim said. "I don't suppose you're doing anything later?"

"I guess, I'm meeting you at the club tonight," Horatio answered. "What time will you be there?"

"I'm off after my last class. I guess around five."

"Mmm, must be nice," Horatio griped. "I probably won't be free 'till after seven. I have a meeting later and I don't know how long it will take."

Tim laughed. "I'll wait for you," he said. "And dress casual."

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Horatio pulled into the parking lot a bit later than he thought, but a last minute meeting with the chief regarding one of their cases had run much longer than he'd expected. It was a warm night so as he stepped out of his car he removed his jacket and tossed it onto the front seat. Tim had said to dress casual. He walked into the club and caught Max's eye. The bartender smiled at him and gestured toward the dance floor.

Horatio followed Max's gaze and, after a moment, he caught sight of Tim and smiled. He was out on the floor completely absorbed in the music, not dancing with anyone in particular. He was wearing his club clothes again and had shaved. He spun around and glimpsed Horatio at the bar. He smiled at him but didn't stop moving to the music. If anything his movements became more provocative now that he knew he was being watched. Horatio couldn't tear his eyes away.

He watched as a leather clad young man danced up to Tim and he felt a twinge of something he didn't expect, jealousy. Tim brushed the young man off and he danced away to try his luck elsewhere. Horatio didn't think that he'd visibly reacted until Max came up behind him and placed a beer on the bar.

"Relax," he said. "He's been turning them away all night." Horatio turned to face him. "They're attracted to him like moths to a flame." Max smirked. "You've got your work cut out for ya buddy," he said finally and pushed the beer toward Horatio.

Horatio grabbed the bottle and took a swig. He shifted his gaze back to the dance floor just in time to see another young man vie for Tim's attention. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. He watched Tim try to dissuade the guy but he wasn't having any of it. He continued to press forward and Horatio decided enough was enough. He hopped off the bar stool and strode out onto the dance floor.

He stepped up behind the guy, took hold of his wrist and spun him around. Tim watched as Horatio stared the guy down and his sudden display of dominance was getting Tim excited. After a moment the guy rested his arm from Horatio's grasp and stalked off toward the bar. Tim looked up into the redhead's eyes and saw a look he could only describe as feral. Without breaking eye contact Horatio snaked one arm out and around Tim's waist, pulling the younger man close. They moved as one to the music as Horatio slowly maneuvered them toward the back of the club and off the dance floor. They ended up in a darkened corner out of sight of the other patrons.

He backed Tim up against a wall and in full dominant possessive mode, claimed his mouth for a heated kiss. Tim opened up to the assault and Horatio swept his tongue through dragging a sigh from his companion. Tim wrapped his arms around Horatio's neck and one leg around his in an attempt to bring him even closer. He pushed his hips forward and Horatio moaned into the kiss. They had both reached the point of no return.

Horatio reached down and popped the first button on Tim's pants and, sensing no resistance, continued down until Tim's erection sprung free. As Horatio began to stroke him, Tim broke the kiss and let his head fall back against the wall, breathing heavily and giving Horatio access to his neck. Horatio kissed his way down his jaw as Tim blindly reached for the button on Horatio's pants. He slipped his hand inside his boxers and Horatio groaned but he quickly batted Tim's hand away and took both of their cocks in with one hand. He wasn't gentle but, at the moment, neither was looking for gentle. Tim braced his hands against the wall behind him and moaned again as Horatio latched onto a spot on his neck and suckled as he stroked them both.

Tim leaned his full weight back against the wall and began moving his hips in time with Horatio's hand. He was moaning with abandon and both men were glad for the pounding beat of the music to cover the sounds. Tim's movements were becoming more erratic.

"Oh God," he breathed. "I'm gonna…"

Horatio quickly covered Tim's mouth with is own and swallowed his scream as he came. A few more quick pulls and Horatio followed him. He collapsed forward, leaning his weight on Tim who was being supported by the wall. It took both men a few moments to recover enough to get their footing again. When they did, Tim took Horatio's hand and pulled him into the bathroom to clean up. It took Horatio a few minutes to regain his senses and when he did he realized he was probably a little rougher than he'd meant to be.

"You okay?" he asked looking over at Tim who still looked a bit dazed.

Tim quickly finished drying his hands and stepped up in front of Horatio. He rested his arms on Horatio's shoulders while Horatio circled his around Tim's waist.

"I'm just fine," Tim said and leaned in to capture Horatio's mouth.

The kiss was slower, more gentle, than before. After a few moments they pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes. Horatio smiled.

"So, you want a drink?" he asked.

Tim chuckled. "Yeah. I think I need one."

As they walked out Tim took Horatio's hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. The music had changed and was providing a slower more sensual beat. Horatio turned Tim around and pulled him back flush against his body, laying one hand on his stomach and the other on his hip. As they moved to the music, Horatio marveled at how well their bodies fit together. Tim was almost as tall as he was but not quite, giving Horatio the height advantage. He was just tall enough to let his head rest back on Horatio's shoulder as they danced. They never did make it back to the bar for that drink.

It had been a long day for both of them and they began to tire fairly early. Reluctantly, they decided it was time to leave and they walked out of the club holding hands. They stopped in front of Horatio's car.

Tim looked into Horatio's eyes. "I don't suppose that you want to come back to my place tonight?" he asked.

Horatio ducked his head and smiled. "I, um, I don't…"

"It's okay," Tim interrupted. "Slow, right?"

Horatio chuckled. "I think slow took a little vacation tonight. You don't mind, do you?"

Tim leaned in a kissed him. "It's fine. How 'bout we go back to the original plan?" he suggested.

"Saturday," Horatio said.

"Saturday," Tim concurred.

"Looking forward to it," Horatio said with a smile.

TBC