Title: Club Descent: Confessions
Author: Aeon Cole
Rating: FRAO
Genre: AU, angst, hurt/comfort, romance
Warning: Slash, past abuse, non-con, rape
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Challenge: Lover100
Table: table-c
Prompt: #56 Trust
Word Count: 1800
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, Saturday, Help, Secrets, Home
Eric stared at Calliegh for a good minute trying to process what he'd just heard. Slowly, one side of his mouth quirked up. "I wonder if Alexx knows?" he asked.
Calliegh rolled her eyes at him. "Eric! I don't believe you. You're worse than the secretarial pool."
Eric shrugged. "So is he okay? This guy, I mean."
"Tim," Calliegh said. "His name is Tim. He was beaten pretty badly but he refused any medical treatment."
"H couldn't have been too happy about that," Eric said.
"I don't know. He looked pretty freaked out by the whole thing. He's taking a few days off," she said.
"H, taking time off. Just how serious is he about this guy?"
"Pretty serious, from what I saw," she answered. "He was really shaken up. I've never seen him like that before."
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Horatio stood next to the bed watching the sprawled out, sleeping form of his lover. He had held him for more than an hour while he confessed his entire history with Simon to him. He'd completely exhausted himself and had eventually fallen asleep. Horatio ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He had a much better understanding of things now and hopefully he would be able to help Tim deal with all of it.
He padded barefoot down to the first floor and into the kitchen. He picked up his phone and dialed Calliegh. He made arrangements with her to meet at Tim's apartment later that afternoon to pick up some things. After he hung up the phone, he walked over to his bookshelf and pulled out one of his psychology books to read up on post traumatic stress. He knew enough about abuse victims, both from the job and from his own experiences as a child with his abusive father, to have an idea of what to expect in the coming weeks. But the extent of what Simon had done to him was beyond anything he'd experienced.
He shook his head to clear those particular thoughts for the moment as he sat on the sofa and opened his book, but he was having trouble concentrating. His mind kept wandering over all of the what ifs, the things that could have happened. He pondered over all of the events that lead him to walk into Club Descent at that particular time on that particular night. He wasn't a strong believer in fate but at the same time he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he'd been lead there that night.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the front door. He looked out the window next to the door and was surprised to see Max standing there. He opened the door.
"Max?"
"Hi," he said somewhat nervously. "I hope ya don't mind me just droppin' in like this."
"No. Come on in," Horatio said quietly and stepped aside.
"Where's Tim?" Max asked as Horatio closed the front door.
He glanced up to the loft and Max followed his gaze. "Sleeping," he said and gestured for Max to follow him into the kitchen. "I don't want to wake him up." He indicated for Max to sit. "Would you like some coffee?"
Max shook his head. "I just stopped by to see how he was doing. Has he started talking yet?"
Horatio nodded. "He, um… he just spend the better part of the last hour telling me everything."
Max looked surprised. "Everything?"
"Well, I hope he told me everything. Because if there's more, then…" Horatio shook his head. "Let's just say, I've been a police officer for more than twenty years and I've never encountered anything like this before," he said. "I mean, some things have come close, but…"
Max sighed. "I wondered if there was more going on besides Simon beating him," Max said, beginning to get angry again. "Ya gotta catch the son of a bitch, Horatio. Then let me have five minutes with him."
Horatio smiled despite himself. "You can have what's left when I'm done with him, Max."
Max smirked. "Deal," he said. He knew it was just talk but it made him feel much better to hear Horatio say that.
Max felt a buzzing in his pocket and reached in and pulled out his cell phone. He looked at the caller ID and smiled. He opened the phone and said, "Was wondrin' when you'd notice I was gone?" He listened for a moment then said, "Other sida town, with Tim." Again he listened. "Sleepin' right now. I'll stop and pick up breakfast. Be home 'bout half an hour or so." Then after a pause, "Yeah me to." He listened again then hung up.
He turned back to Horatio. "I should get goin'. I sorta snuck out on'm this mornin'."
Horatio smiled and as he walked Max to the door he asked, "What's his name?"
"Michael," Max answered.
"How long have you been together?"
"Ten years next month," he said. "And God help me, I'd better remember that this year," he added causing Horatio to chuckle.
They said their goodbyes and Horatio closed and locked the door behind him. He felt a little better for having talked to Max and decided that, sleepy or not, he wanted to be close to Tim, so he headed up the stairs to the loft. Tim was lying on his side facing the wall. Horatio stripped and crawled under the covers, snaking one arm over Tim's side. He was surprised when he felt Tim take his hand.
"You know, he forgets his anniversary every year," Tim said.
Horatio chuckled. "I thought you were asleep," he said.
Tim rolled over so that he was facing Horatio and gently ran a hand down his side then back up again sending a shiver through the redhead. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath.
"Thank you for listening to me before," Tim said quietly. "And not running for the hills."
Tim pulled him closer and Horatio could feel his growing erection pressing against his own. "Miami's flat," he breathed as Tim covered his mouth with his own.
Tim ran his tongue over Horatio's bottom lip seeking entrance. Horatio obliged and moaned and Tim's tongue swept over every surface and his hand continued its light caress. When Tim broke the kiss Horatio rolled them over so that Tim was lying on top of him. He slipped his hands under Tim's t-shirt. Tim raised up enough for Horatio to pull the shirt up and over his head.
Tim's upper body was covered in bruises and Horatio was suddenly concerned. "You sure you're up for this?" he asked.
Tim nodded and took his mouth for another heated kiss. When he pulled back Horatio breathed, "I want you."
Tim replied, "How do you want me?"
"In me," Horatio responded.
Tim froze for a moment. It had been a very long time since he'd been asked to top someone. He looked into Horatio's eyes. "I don't want to hurt you," he said seriously.
Horatio had to admit that somewhere in the back of his mind he was just a bit concerned that Tim would lose control and hurt him. Simon had done a lot of damage and he really wasn't sure how much of Simon's tendencies had transferred to Tim. But he needed Tim to know that he trusted him, that any relationship that they would have had to be based on mutual trust and respect.
"You won't hurt me," Horatio said and he pulled Tim in for another kiss before he allowed Tim to take control.
Tim kissed his way down to Horatio's neck then lightly scraped his teeth over his pulse point. Horatio shivered slightly. He moved to his chest, paying special attention to Horatio's nipples and enjoying the moans and whimpers his actions were causing. He kissed his was south and by the time he reached his now hard, throbbing cock, Horatio's breath was ragged. He ran his tongue up the shaft and around the tip causing Horatio to gasp.
Horatio knew he was too close to last very long and just as Tim was about to close his mouth around him he said, "Wait," and blindly reached over to the night table pulling out lube and a condom. "I need to feel you in me," he breathed.
Tim took the items from Horatio and waited for him to roll over but instead he pulled his legs up. Tim looked at him for a moment. "I want to watch you," Horatio said quietly, looking into Tim's eyes hoping he would see the trust.
He did and his emotional control began to slip again but he quickly brought himself under control. He shed his boxers and slicked up two fingers, slowly inserting them into Horatio's body, and began stretching him. With a moan, Horatio let his head fall back on the pillow. Tim continued to scissor his fingers. He wanted to be absolutely certain that he didn't hurt Horatio. Hut Horatio was reaching his limit.
"Please… need you," he breathed.
Tim was determined to remain in control of himself as he rolled the condom on and added some lube. But as he slowly sunk himself into the body of his lover, he couldn't stop a single tear from spilling over and running down his cheek. Horatio reached up and wiped away the tear as Tim began moving, slowly at first but a little to slow for Horatio's liking. He locked his ankles behind Tim's back and began meeting him on each thrust urging him to move faster and letting him know that he wasn't hurting him.
Tim knew was too close to last very long so he took Horatio's cock in his hand and began stroking him in time with his thrusts. Horatio's head fell back on the pillow and his breath was coming in short gasps. Tim changed his angle slightly and heard Horatio cry out as he brushed against his prostate. Horatio thrust up once more. He called out Tim's name as he came, drawing Tim's release from him. He collapsed onto Horatio chest with tears streaming down his face.
Horatio held him while they each caught their breath and regained some control. After a few moments Tim rolled to the side and Horatio removed and disposed of the condom. He pulled Tim into his arms again, holding him while he composed himself. Tim curled into Horatio's arms and rested his head on his shoulder. They lay together in silence for a while before Tim said, "Thanks."
"What for?" Horatio asked.
"Trusting me," Tim answered with a yawn.
Horatio smiled and pulled the blanket up over them. "Love you," Horatio whispered to him.
"Love you too," Tim said as he drifted off to sleep again.
TBC