Title: Club Descent: Whispers
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: #7 Hands
Word Count: 2090
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, Confessions, Courage
Calliegh walked into the DNA lab first thing Monday morning to pick up the results from the swabs she'd dropped off the day before and found Maxine Valera perched on a lab stool in front of her computer.
"Hey, Maxine," she said as she entered the room. "Do you have my results ready?"
Maxine pulled out a file folder from a small pile and opened it. "Yep. Just as you thought, the samples from the bed sheets matched the exemplar from the victim and the one from the condom matched Lieutenant Caine." She paused for a moment and smirked. "You know, I still can't believe it."
"Believe what?" Calliegh asked.
Maxine lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. "That Lieutenant Caine is gay."
Calliegh rolled her eyes. That was practically all she'd heard whispered around the lab since she'd gotten in. "Maxine, can we get back to the test results and leave Horatio's personal life alone, please."
The other woman returned her attention to the file. "Sorry," she said.
"It's okay. I just don't see what the big deal is," Calliegh added. "What about the blood and tissue samples?"
"They both match the same unknown male subject," Maxine answered then handed the file over to Calliegh.
"Great, thanks." As she headed for the door she said, "Try to keep the gossip to a minimum."
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Horatio rolled over in bed and was surprised to encounter an empty space next to him. He sat up and glanced around the room but didn't see anyone else.
"Tim?" he called but no one answered.
Slightly worried, he hopped out of bed and pulled on his pants. When he got downstairs he noticed that the sliding glass door was open and he could see a lone figure standing out on the beach staring off toward the ocean. He let out a breath and padded barefoot out the open door.
Tim heard him approach and turned his head in acknowledgement. Horatio came up behind him and snaked his arms around his waist placing a soft kiss on his neck. Tim rested his hands on Horatio's arms and leaned back.
"What are you doing out here?" Horatio asked.
Tim shrugged. "I grew up land-locked. It still amazes me that I can just walk out the back door and be so close to the ocean," he answered.
Horatio tilted his head. "Where did you grow up?" he asked. He had to keep reminding himself that they had only just met less than two weeks ago and there were still so many things they didn't know about each other.
"Syracuse," Tim answered.
"Mmm, upstate New York. I've been there. It's cold and snowy."
Tim chuckled. "How 'bout you?"
"Staten Island," Horatio replied.
Tim smirked. "City boy," he commented as he turned in Horatio's arms then caught his lips for a slow kiss. "Morning," he said as he pulled back.
Horatio smiled. "Hungry?" he asked.
"A bit," Tim said. "But I could use a shower first."
Horatio raised an eyebrow. "Want some company?" he asked.
As Tim leaned in for another kiss, he said, "You read my mind."
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Tim groaned as the hot water ran down his body easing some of his aching muscles. Horatio stepped under the flow of water and took Tim's face in his hands. He leaned in and took his mouth in a heated kiss. Tim's body was responding quickly and he pulled Horatio close, letting their erections rub together. Both men moaned into the kiss and Horatio tried to pull Tim even closer, rocking his hips as he did. Horatio broke the kiss, and, while trying to catch his breath, rested his forehead on Tim's shoulder.
Tim breathed into Horatio's ear, "I need you."
He pulled away and turned, leaning his forearms against the wall of the shower and widening his stance. He turned his head back toward Horatio who moved in closer and ran a hand over his ass. Tim's eyes drifted closed and he rested his head on his arms. He gasped slightly as, a moment later, he felt two soap-slicked fingers slip inside of him and begin stretching.
Tim did his best to control his breathing but as he felt Horatio's free hand reach around and begin to massage his balls, a long low moan escaped him. Horatio leaned forward and began laying kisses along Tim's neck and shoulder and somewhere in the back of Tim's mind the thought occurred to him that Horatio was good at multi-tasking. He whimpered slightly as Horatio released him and withdrew his fingers then reached one hand out of the shower and over to the counter where he'd left a condom packet. He rolled the condom on and soaped himself up then leaned in close to Tim's ear.
"Ready?" he whispered and Tim nodded.
Slowly he pushed in until he was leaning flush against Tim's body. He leaned his head against Tim's shoulder while he allowed them both a moment to adjust then he slowly began to move. Tim was becoming used to Horatio's gentle way and as he stood there he let himself become lost in the sensation. Horatio shifted his angle and Tim gasped as he brushed his prostate.
His higher brain functions were fading into the background and instinct was taking over. He began rocking back, meeting Horatio on each thrust with small moans and whimpers escaping his lips. He began to feel Horatio's movements increase and become more erratic then he felt his hand wrap around his cock and begin stroking. This was his undoing. He thrust forward into Horatio's hand and with a loud moan, he came, clamping his inner muscles down on Horatio's cock and drawing his release from him.
Horatio let his full weight rest on Tim for a few moments before slowly pulling out. Tim turned and pulled Horatio into his arms. "I could definitely get used to this," he said.
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Horatio pulled his car into the parking lot at CSI. He looked over at Tim and asked, "You ready for this?" Tim nodded. "Good, and don't be too surprised if you see people staring at us."
As they approached the front desk Horatio noticed several of the officers whisper among themselves. He caught the desk officer's attention.
"Paula, I need to sign my friend in. He's meeting with the sketch artist upstairs," he said.
"No problem, Lieutenant," she said and handed Tim a pen. After he'd filled out the information in the log book she handed him a guest badge. "Wear this clipped to your shirt at all times while in the building."
Tim took the tag and clipped it to his shirt. As they were leaving, Paula noticed the name he'd written in the log. "Hang on a second," she said.
"Is there a problem?" Horatio asked.
"No," Paula answered. "But I just noticed the name in the log. Someone stopped by this morning looking for information on Mr. Speedle."
Horatio and Tim exchanged a look. "Someone was looking for me? Here?" Tim asked.
"Yes, sir. He said he was a student of yours and was concerned that he couldn't reach you at home," she said.
Tim looked at Horatio. "None of my students know where I live," he said.
"What did this person look like?" Horatio asked.
Paula thought for a moment. "Um, young guy, mid, late twenties. Beard, moustache. He was wearing a baseball cap."
Horatio glanced over at Tim who just shrugged. "What did he say exactly?" Horatio asked.
"He knew that Mr. Speedle was staying with you. He asked for your address but I told him that we couldn't give out that sort of information." She reached down under the counter and pulled out an envelope. "He asked me to give you this."
Tim took the envelope from her and looked at the front. He immediate recognized the handwriting and his hand started to shake just a bit as he looked up at Horatio. "It's from Simon," he said.
"What? Are you sure?" Horatio asked. Tim nodded. "Okay, put it down on the counter." He turned to Paula. "Did he bring this with him?"
Paula shook her head. "No. When I wouldn't give him your home address, he asked for paper and an envelope so he could leave a note."
Horatio thought for a moment. "Call Calliegh down here now," he said. "Tell her to bring a kit."
A few minutes later Calliegh walked up to the front desk. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Simon may have been here this morning. Someone left this for Tim," he said gesturing to the letter.
"You're sure it's from him?" she asked.
Tim answered. "I recognize the handwriting."
Calliegh pulled a pair of gloves out of her case and picked up the envelope. After examining the outside she reached into her kit and took out a scalpel, then carefully sliced open the envelope and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She opened the paper and a puzzled look appeared on her face. She looked up at the two men.
"It's blank. Nothing's written on it," she said.
Tim scowled. "He just wants me to know that he knows where I am," he said. "And that he's not going to give up."
Horatio placed a hand on Tim's shoulder. "Don't worry. He's not going to get near you again. I promise."
Calliegh bagged the letter and the envelope. "I'm going to get these over to trace and check for DNA. See if we can confirm this was the same guy."
Horatio nodded. "We'll be upstairs with the sketch artist."
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Horatio sat next to Tim in the interrogation room holding his hand under the table as the sketch artist explained what she needed Tim to do. He could tell that Tim was upset by the fact that Simon had made his presence known again and so soon after the assault. He'd taken Horatio's hand while they were in the lobby and despite the stares they were getting, Horatio wouldn't let him let go.
A knock at the window caught Horatio's attention and he looked over to see Rick Stettler peering into the room. He gestured for Horatio to come out. Horatio whispered in Tim's ear that he would be right back then left the room. He stepped out and closed the door but stayed close to the window.
"Rick," he said.
"Horatio," Rick replied by way of a greeting. "You want to tell me what's been going on."
"I suspect you already know what's been going on, judging by the stares I'm getting and all of the whispering," Horatio said. "But there is something I'd like to know, which is how exactly did Tim's stalker find out that he's staying with me?"
Rick's expression turned suddenly from annoyed to concerned. "Excuse me?"
Horatio stood with his hands on his hips, once again gaining the upper hand. "He was here this morning, Rick. He left a little calling card after the front desk wouldn't give him my home address." He tilted his head to one side. "As far as I know, no one had that particular information except the officers at the scene yesterday morning."
"You're sure it was the same guy here this morning?" Rick asked.
"Calliegh is trying to verify that as we speak," he answered.
Rick paused for a moment, taking a breath and considering the possibilities. "I'll question everyone who was there yesterday. You're sure you didn't tell anyone else." Horatio nodded. "How about him?" he asked glancing through the glass at Tim.
"He's been with me the whole time," Horatio answered.
Rick nodded and as he turned to leave he said, "Watch your back Horatio."
Horatio smiled. "Always do, Rick. Always do."
Eric caught him in the hallway as he was about to go back into the room. "H, we got a problem," he said.
"What is it, Eric?" Horatio asked.
"That murder scene you asked me to investigate yesterday." Horatio nodded. "There were some stray blood drops that looked out of place, like someone had cut themselves." Again Horatio nodded. "Well, since the victim was stabbed, we didn't think that was unusual, until I got the DNA results back just now. They matched the swabs Calliegh took from under your friends nails as well as the spatter at his apartment."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying, Eric?"
"I think the same man who assaulted your friend also committed this murder," Eric said as they both looked through the glass at Tim.
TBC