Title: Club Descent: Saturday

Author: Aeon Cole

Rating: FRAO

Genre: AU, angst, hurt/comfort, romance

Warning: Slash, mention of past abuse, non-con, rape

Fandom: CSI Miami

Pairing: Horatio/Speed

Challenge: Lover100

Table: table-c

Prompt: #39 Soft

Word Count: 1860

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, Good News, Problems

Horatio drove down the tight-knit streets of suburban Miami looking for the apartment complex that Tim had described. He knew the area and had driven past the garden apartments to the west of the university before. Tim's was a ground floor unit with a driveway so he figured it would be easy to spot, and he was right. He saw the yellow motorcycle from half a block away. Horatio pulled his car into the driveway behind Tim's and as he got out, the front door opened and Tim stepped onto the porch waving. As Horatio approached his eyes went straight to the wound on Tim's forehead and he was suddenly filled with concern.

He walked right up to him and said, "What happened to you?"

"Hi, how are you? Nice to see you again," Tim replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Horatio ducked his head and smiled. "Hi," he said and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Sorry. Now what happened?" he added, gesturing toward Tim's head.

Tim looked away for a moment then back at Horatio, but didn't meet his eyes. "Just an accident," he said. Horatio raised an eyebrow. "At the, uh, lab. I was, um, standing too close to the door when Jess open it."

Horatio winced. "You should be more careful," he said.

Tim rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll have to try that some day." Horatio chuckled and Tim was satisfied that he believed his story. "Let me just grab my stuff," he said and reached just inside the door. He came out with a small cooler and his leather jacket. Horatio eyed the cooler. "I made some sandwiches."

Tim strapped the cooler to the bike then swung his leg over and settled onto the seat. He looked back at Horatio who took his cue and settled in behind Tim. He placed his feet up on the foot bars but as he snaked his arms around Tim's waist to hold on he felt him stiffen slightly.

"This okay?" he asked.

Tim relaxed immediately. "Very okay," he answered, silently reminding himself that this was Horatio and not Simon.

He kept close to the speed limit while driving through the city but as soon as they hit the countryside he opened the throttle and gunned the engine. He wanted to get as far away from Miami and Simon as he could, even if it was just for the day.

They had been riding for a couple of hours when Tim drove the bike into a small park in the far west of Dade County. He pulled up under a large willow tree and parked.

"This is a good place for a picnic," Tim said. "I come here a lot."

Horatio glanced around and smiled. "It's beautiful," he said.

"Yeah," Tim concurred. "Sometimes I just have to get out of the city. I love this spot. It's quiet and private."

Horatio noticed that there were no other people around. "How did you find it?" he asked. The place was so out of the way, he couldn't imagine just running across it.

"Just riding around and exploring when I first moved here from New York," Tim answered.

He reached into one of his saddle bags and pulled out a sheet. He spread it out on a flat piece of ground under the tree. Then he unhooked the cooler from the bike and set it on the sheet.

"Hungry," he asked and Horatio's stomach grumbled. He nodded. "Hope you don't mind tuna fish."

They sat eating their lunch and enjoying the scenery. After they finished eating Horatio sat back against the tree trunk and reached a hand out for Tim who settle in between his legs with his back resting on Horatio's chest. Horatio wrapped his arms around Tim's waist.

"Thanks for lunch," he said softly.

Tim smiled. "It was just tuna fish. No big deal."

"Maybe," Horatio said. "But you did go to the trouble. Saying thanks is the least I could do."

Tim blushed slightly. He wasn't used to his lovers being so considerate. Horatio leaned his head forward and began nibbling lightly on Tim's ear. Tim sighed and moved his head to the side to give Horatio better access. At the same time he felt Horatio's hand slip up and under his t-shirt and glide lightly over his stomach. He shivered at his gentle touch.

"Cold?" Horatio asked.

"No," Tim breathed and one side of Horatio's mouth quirked up knowingly.

He let one of his hand move down and slip into the waistband of Tim's jeans. His fingers just ghosted over the tip of his rapidly growing erection and Tim drew in a quick breath. He let his head fall back onto Horatio's shoulder as Horatio worked his hand further down into his jeans. With his free hand he popped the button and opened the zipper, giving him greater access. His touch was so gentle and Tim didn't know what to do with himself. His position didn't allow him to do anything but lie there and let Horatio have his way with him. He decided to simply give in and trust him.

Horatio freed him from his boxers and Tim shivered again as the air hit his warm flesh. Ever so gently Horatio wrapped his long fingers around the shaft and ran his thumb across the tip sending shudders through Tim's body. As Horatio stroked his cock, he slipped his other hand under his shirt and began caressing his stomach and chest. Tim was being overwhelmed by Horatio's loving caresses. He had long ago begun to associate pleasure with pain when it came to sex. But this was different. Horatio was different. He wasn't Simon, or one of the club kids. This reminded him of his time with Andrew, something that seemed like a lifetime ago.

Horatio continued his gentle stroking and as the ripples of pleasure built, Tim could no longer control his emotions. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. Horatio noticed and slowed his movements, almost stopping.

"Hey," he said softly into Tim's ear. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Tim quickly shook his head. "Don't stop," he practically sobbed and pushed his hips up.

Horatio resumed his caresses trying to be more gentle than before and, still not sure why he was crying, began whispering soothing words in his ear. Somehow this only seemed to fuel Tim's emotional turmoil instead of calm him. Horatio couldn't figure why he was reacting like this, though at the same time he seemed to be enjoying the experience. He knew Tim was close. His breathing was ragged, interspersed with sobs. He felt Tim grip his legs and thrust up. His release finally came with a loud sob and Horatio kept stroking him until he was completely spent.

Tim collapsed back onto Horatio and tried hard to compose himself. It had been so long since he'd experienced kindness during sex that every time he thought of it his emotions surged again. He felt Horatio clean him up and tuck him back in. Instinctively he turned, nuzzling into the crook of Horatio's neck and pulling his legs up protectively. Horatio wrapped his arms around him and started stroking his hair.

"You okay?" he asked. "I'm sorry if I did anything…"

Tim shook his head. "No," he said through a sniffle. He brought his hand up and wiped his face. "It's just," he started to say but he couldn't bring himself to say what was on the tip of his tongue. That it was the first time in a long time that someone had been so gentle, so nice and loving to him. That it was the first time that he wasn't hurt or beaten first. He couldn't let Horatio know these things. He finally said, "It's just, that I think I'm falling in love with you. And I'm scared."

Horatio tightened his arms around him. "Of what?" he whispered.

Again he couldn't tell him the truth. Of Simon. Of what he would do if he found out. Of what he might do to Horatio. All he said was, "Hold me." Horatio did. And he knew, at that moment, that he would never let go, could never let go.

They pulled into Tim's driveway well after sunset and Horatio walked him to the front door. This was Tim's last chance this evening and he knew it. He wrapped his arms around Horatio's neck and took his mouth for a slow kiss. When he pulled back he asked quietly, "Stay with me tonight?"

By way of answering Horatio leaned in and claimed Tim's mouth for another kiss. "You'll have to open the door first," he said when he pulled back.

Tim fumbled with the key for a moment before finally getting the door unlocked. He pulled Horatio into the apartment then closed and locked it. He pulled him in for another kiss. When he broke the kiss he looked into Horatio's eyes and again Horatio could see the sadness that had been there when they'd first met.

He brushed his had gently over Tim's cheek. Tim closed his eyes and said ever so softly, "I want you to make love to me."

Horatio nodded and Tim lead him to his bedroom. Tim shivered as Horatio undressed him slowly then took him gently amid soft kisses and whispered words. Again he wept and again Horatio wondered why. After, they lay huddled together, neither spoke for the longest time. As sleep began to overtake them, Tim thought he heard Horatio say, "I think I falling in love with you too."

The shrill buzzing of Horatio's cell phone woke them up. Horatio glanced at the clock and noticed that it was only four-thirty. He grabbed his phone and looking at the screen, muttered a curse.

"Dispatch," he said still groggy. "I'm on call today." He answered the call and took the information promising to be there as soon as he could. "I've gotta go," he said reluctantly.

"I understand," Tim said a little disappointed. "Duty calls."

Horatio rolled out of bed and got dressed. Tim threw on his t-shirt and boxers so he could walk Horatio to the door. Horatio opened the front door then turned back to Tim. He took Tim's face in his hands and softly kissed his lips. Tim wrapped his arms around Horatio's neck.

Horatio looked into his eyes and said, "I love you."

Tim's heart skipped a couple of beats at his words. "I love you too," he breathed.

Horatio sighed. "I have to go. Thanks for the ride, and everything." He leaned in for one last kiss. "I'll call you later." Tim watched Horatio get into his car and drive off.

He decided to go back to bed for a few more hours. He slipped back into bed and hugged Horatio's pillow close to him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. The pillow still smelled like him. He began to drift off to sleep with a small smile on his face.

"Well, isn't this just too cute. Timmy's in love."

Tim's eyes shot open and he caught sight of someone standing in the corner of his bedroom. "Simon."

TBC