Warning: strong sexual content
It didn't happen too often but this night he was unable to get to sleep. After seeing to it that Nick was all right, never minding the comments of nursing him to death, he went back to the kitchenette. He took a beer, sat by the table and tried to quell his need to run into the room where his bud lay tucked in. Run in and drape himself over his man, do the dirtiest things possible and then hold on to him until he fell asleep. These constant jerk-offs weren't doing it. After eight days up on the mountain, Nick was looking much better but this wasn't the time to have the thoughts he had to suppress constantly, that need to touch and stroke and make love. Make his man beg for it, writhing under him and make those mewling sounds he remembered. See those dark eyes glaze over from pleasure and his body arching in completion.
He made a conscious effort to steer his thoughts away from that path. Just sitting with Nick, feeling his thigh lean up against his own as they watched the tiny Tv, was enough to have him on the point of boiling over. Nick in the morning, bent over the frying pan, muttering at the slowness of the burner. Leaning on his arms, tendons and veins protruding, neck slightly bent as he watched the slow progress of their breakfast. That slightly preoccupied look, the rounding of a perfect butt - yesterday he couldn't stop himself any more. He had walked up and wrapped his arms around Nick's waist, kissed the side of his man's neck. When Nick had laughed and turned in his arms, snuggling in and kissing him, deeply and thoroughly, he just had to break loose and take a cold shower. Leaving Nick chuckling. He stayed in the bathroom for half an hour, trying to compose himself.
And here he was again, lusting.
He sighed and coerced himself to mentally go over the facts of the case just to cool down. Remembering they still hadn't gotten nowhere. Brannigan was still on the loose, Kendelton still in Cuba since CIA refused to meet up with his demands. They'd only found out that the ex-wife was no other than Veronica Kapratsky, acting chief of CAP, who'd changed her name and her personal information in some mysterious way after the divorce. Then she was again swallowed up by earth it seemed, and this despite APBs out on all of them. The woman was a pro when it came to disappearing acts. The late night call they had received informed them that they now had a search warrant for CAP's headquarters and it was probably underway already. Grissom's optimism that something would soon give had instilled some hope in Warrick at last.
Question still was; how long would he survive this without doing something totally fucked up? Watching Nick stand on remarkably strengthened legs by the kitchenette, clad in only boxers and a tee, shifting his weight from side to side as he stirred the daily casserole was driving him up the wall. He was down to only Vicodin, antibiotics and antihistamines now and looked better each day. Still, the relief had the unwanted side-effect of increased libido. Yesterday was proof enough of that. Seeing him sitting by the table in the morning; sun reflecting in his eyes and strong, slender fingers playing with a teaspoon. The way he twirled the spoon around with the tip of his fingers, then following its form with his index finger, like a slow caress. A genuine smile when he held the coffee mug and peered over its rim at him was enough to send Warrick into overdrive. He just wanted to drag him back to bed and lick him all over. Lying in the same bed, even if they didn't have to, was his means of self-flagellation; bathed in the scent of Nick, aroused by the sound of Nick's soft breathing, he usually waited until Nick fell asleep until he went to the bathroom and jerked off. Nick would wake him in the morning, coffee-mug in hand and a big grin plastered on his face. Warrick sometimes wondered how much Nick was able to hear of his nightly wanking sessions?
It didn't help that he had found condoms and lube tucked into his bag when he unpacked. A little note with "Love, Cath" attached. He had hid the items deep in the bathroom cabinet, only to find them gone the next day; appearing in the nightstand drawer. Neither of them mentioned it.
He rose, walking to stand by the window, looking out into the darkness. It was still hot and he stood there in only his boxers, looking out into the darkness. Nick refused to remove his tee, he stubbornly slept in one and Warrick hated the fact that his bud was ashamed of a scar. Like it somehow marred who he was. That stupid self-consciousness was driving him nuts at times and still, it was all Nick. His fucking Nick, the man he couldn't get out of his mind for one single moment right now.
He made a beeline to the faucet, washing his face with cold water in the kitchen sink and took a tour of the combined kitchenette and living room once again, trying to steer his thoughts away. Wondering what the team was doing, if they had gotten hold of that Brannigan woman yet and made her squeal about her hubby's whereabouts? Had they gotten a handle on the caller or that final information that would put the pieces all together? Were they any closer to putting a name and a face on those ghosts? It pained Nick that he was unable to remember, Warrick knew that and it pained him too. Nick would withdraw behind those thick walls of his at those instances, seal himself off and Warrick would be left outside without the key to liberate him. He'd just watch as shadows darkened Nick's eyes, shadows he'd seen dwelling there before. Too many times. Shadows he wanted to chase away with any means possible. In those instances, he'd wordlessly cup his hand around the tensed neck and wait. Just holding on until the tension lessened before he'd pull Nick close and wrap his arms around him. Those were the instances he'd let his lips rest against Nick's temple. The instances when his libido gave way to mere tender kisses and hugs. And he felt privileged. Most thought of Nick as an open book, but Warrick knew better. The fact that Nick felt safe enough to lower his guard made Warrick feel privileged, privy to something hidden very deep and only he was allowed to catch a glimpse of it. They never spoke about it, didn't need to.
He sighed, stopping at the window and crossing his arms over his chest, staring out and trying to recognize the sounds of night birds, the ones Nick had taught him the Latin names, pairing rituals and nesting habits. He remembered only half of it; his concentration wasn't at its best when Nick was around. He more felt than heard Nick and turned his head.
He saw him standing in the bedroom doorway, leaning up against the frame. A smile swept over Nick's face when he found himself caught. "What'cha thinkin' 'bout bro?" His twang suddenly more prominent.
"Birds." Warrick grinned and had to look away, the picture of Nick standing there, all lean and clad in only a tee and boxers did things to his cock he didn't want to acknowledge. Not now, not with Nick still all banged up and hurting.
"What kind of birds exactly?" He heard Nick tease while his bare feet padded the distance between them and then he wrapped his arms around Warrick's waist. "What does it take to seduce you, boss?"
Warrick heart skipped a beat before he closed his eyes and took in the sensation of the lean body flushed to his; the heat and the scent doing nothing to placate his rebelling cock. Nick had lost a couple of pounds but the arms around him were still strong and hard, strong enough to take him on and have him helplessly relent to every wish. Nick must on some level be aware of that, still he never used it against him. Reason enough to love the man, another reason to add to the list.
"Nicky," he breathed.
"Shhh, no yappin' right now man, now's not the time. I just want to feel you. If nothing else, let me have this."
Nick's cheek came to rest on his back, a quick kiss to his shoulder blade had Warrick shuddering. Nick had always been able to read him right and his hands did not miss the opportunity to roam over his chest. Fingers ghosting over nipples, just teasing them enough to have them perk in unashamed need. When Nick's lips lashed onto to the curve where neck met shoulder Warrick was unable to hold back the deep moan.
Nick smiled against his shoulder, pressing up to him, letting him feel the erection on the back of his thigh. It was just too much to handle right now.
Warrick turned to face his tormentor. "Nicky, we can't –"
Lips latched onto to his, tongue probing softly until he was unable to do anything else but yield and welcome it hungrily into his mouth while burying his hand in the short hair and wrap his arm around Nick's middle and pull him gently closer. The fear of hurting him flashed through his brain then, evaporating at the sensation of Nick melting into his hold and grabbing his butt. The kiss deepened, cinnamon and vanilla taking over his entire world as strong hands held him and a moist talented tongue dueled with his and turned his entire body into a slowly burning fire that spread throughout him till he was all need and want.
"Nicky," he moaned when they came up for air. "We can't do this now, you're –"
"Would you quit treating me like I'm fragile or something?" Nick hissed and scraped his teeth against Warrick's collarbone before he dipped his tongue in the hollow and licked his way up.
"It's not - oh fuck! "
Nick's leg was between his, erections pressing together when Nick started to move his hips in a slow torturous rhythm. Warrick gripped him to stop him before it was all over and Nick grinned up at him as he slid down, kissing his way down Warrick's chest. Lips and tongue torturing him on their way down the length of his body, hand gripping his hips, holding him still.
Warrick's knees wobbled and Nick laughed deep in his throat. "Up against the wall, man!"
He did as ordered, stumbling back until he hit the wall aside the window. Nick did hold all the control, the thing was only that he didn't understand it fully. Probably did not even like the fact that he had Warrick wrapped around his little finger, but he had and Warrick had never before found himself in this position in any relationship. It scared him shitless at times but what Nick's lips did to his sternum right now had him lean his head back to the wall and tilt it upwards in complete abandon to the predator kneeling at his feet.
When Nick kissed and nipped a line above the rim of his boxers he looked down, watching as Nick's fingers hooked over the waistband and pulled the tented fabric down.
"Nicky," he crooned.
"Shhh," the man replied, grinning. He was intent on slow torture. Lips nuzzling the pubic hair, pulling gently and a hand coming up to cup his balls and soft sounds of desire left the man with his hands running up his thighs, leaving a tingling fire in their wake. The light from the bedroom sent an amber tone into the room, reflecting in Nick's moving muscles and tendons, illuminating his eyes as he looked up to gauge Warrick's reaction when he licked a long swipe from the base of the cock to the tip.
He was shivering and trembling like a leaf, words spilled out on him in an endless stream. Begging and pleading, declaring his need without being able to stop himself as the tongue and mouth around him made the blood sizzle in his veins. He had to take a hold of Nick's shoulder not to fall down, the other hand nestled into the short hair, holding on while Nick played him, wrenching out sounds and groans in a constant needy tone that Warrick really didn't want to recognize as his own. Time ceased to exist as he was hovering on the brink, ready to let go at any moment but never wanting this to stop. Then Nick took him deep inside and hummed around the base of his cock. He hollered his release, a deep guttural sound of lust and completion as Nick sucked every ounce out of him and he stood there; helplessly shuddering with hips jerking into the sweet wetness surrounding him. His fingers bending hard enough to leave marks on his man as he rolled with the heat of his release.
Gasping for breath, he held on to Nick as the man rose from his kneeling position, head tilted and eyes almost black. The amber light deepened their color when he leaned in to place soft kisses on Warrick's extended neck. God he loved this man, the tight feeling in his chest at Nick's affection always surprised him.
"Nicky." He whispered hoarsely, "What ya doin' to me?"
Nick laughed against his neck. "C'mon on man, I'll help you to bed and bet you five bucks you're gonna be out like a light."
Warrick tightened his hold on the shorter man, more to keep his legs from buckling than anything else, while steering him steadily backwards, feeling the straining cock with every step of the way. "Bed sounds fine but I have things to tend to."
"No need Warr, I can spank the monkey all by myself."
"Uhm," Warrick protested with a deep kiss, diving deep in, tasting himself and Nick and sweat and cinnamon and all the goodness in the world. Bending his man enough to make him slowly slide down onto his back on the bed he bit him softly on the shoulder. "Tell me if I hurt you, man, gotta promise me that. Your ribs are still -"
"You're such an ass, what did I just tell ya?"
Warrick found it easier to silence the damned man with another kiss and while at it he let his hands trail under the shirt; onto the territory Nick kept hidden. Nick stiffened under him, for a fraction of a second until Warrick's thumb found a nipple and circled around it while he nibbled on the tensed tendons on the neck.
"Rick, please don't," Nick pleaded and tried to pull his shirt down.
"Don't be a schmuck," Warrick grinned and moved the tee further up. "I wanna see all of you." The scars were still covered with a white textile strips, one running diagonally over Nick's ribcage and a 2 by 2 inch patch on the abdomen, above Nick's hip bone. He bent down to kiss the line of white weave. "You're beautiful, you moron."
But Nick self-consciously hid his face with his arms, squirming and wriggling under him. Warrick growled at the arm covering his man's face, but took the opportunity and slipped the tee off one arm before he wrestled the other down and kissed the closed eyelids. "You're really whipped man, for someone that can read anyone so easily, you're really whipped when it comes to yourself. Open those damned eyes Nicky, and read me."
He opened his eyes to a crack and shook his head. "Not the tee, man!"
That was it. He pulled it all the way off, slowly and carefully holding his man down. "You schmuck," he growled deep in his throat. "I'm about to take your cock as deep as I can, suck you senseless and lick you all over till you scream and beg and you're afraid to show me a scar?"
The garment was off and Warrick let his hand lay partly over the weave, fingers splayed over Nick's heart. "You have any idea where you'd be without that scar? No? Then shut the fuck up and lemme have all of you. Naked and bare for me to - " He bent down and swirled his tongue around one pebbled nipple, his free hand tugging down Nick's boxers. He braced himself over Nick, watching his man gloriously naked at last. Nick's erection had faded and Warrick growled when he nipped and suckled the gleaming skin until Nick's hand gripped the back of his neck and he arched into him with a suffocated moan.
"That's my man," Warrick purred. "All hard and needy and damned beautiful. That's it Nicky, lemme see all of you". He kissed a trail down the scar to the pubic hair, fingers caressing the sensitive area behind the balls, watching as they swelled up against the base of Nick's cock.
"Shit man, you're gonna have me come all over again," he panted at the sight. His mouth watering as he bent to let his tongue slide over the base and the beautifully hardened balls. Licking his way up Nick's swelling cock that leaked pre-cum over the velvety skin, making it slippery and tasty. Groaning as he let his tongue circle the head, closing his eyes at the bliss this simple act brought him.
Nick grabbed his hair, moving his hips up, eyes dark and pleading as he whispered. "Need you in me, please come inside of me, been so long. "
He almost came from that alone. "Not yet baby, not yet." He gripped Nick's ass, tilting him upwards as he took his entire length in and moaned around the soft, silky and pulsating rod. He took him like the desperate man he was, slowly and thoroughly at first; enjoying the skin that slid over his tongue, the musky scent of Nick and the girth of the silky cock sliding slowly in and out his mouth. He was drooling around it, like a hungry wolf sniffing meat. The sound of Nick's hitching breath and keening sounds had his own cock so hard it ached.
"Now man, please, Rick. I can't - I need you inside me, please. Lube, aw shit, in dra- oh man, now dammit!"
Warrick smiled around shaft and let it go slowly after one last long suckle. He watched the erection, silky and smooth and pressed his lips to the pulsating vein underneath while he reached for the lube and condom. "Gotta tell me if I hurt you babe."
"You're killin' me, just - oh God yes!"
His finger slid in, slick with lube and Nick's eyes closed in bliss when he found the bundle of nerves. He leaned in over his man and lapped at the peaked nipples, letting his teeth grace over them, one at a time before he played with Nick's bottom lip and was drawn into a wet open-mouthed kiss. Nick's fingers twined into his hair, keeping him steady as tongues dueled, accompanied with low keening moans and Nick arching up to his finger urgently.
Warrick had to break the kiss before he'd come all over the trim stomach under him. The sweaty skin on Nick's neck was pure aphrodisiac and he licked the tendon, filling his mouth with the salty taste, tinged with a little musk and vanilla. It burned on his tongue, burned a trail right to the primitive parts of his brain, screaming at him to push inside and make this man his. Nick gripped his hair harder, head lolling to the side, exposing the drumming vein. Warrick let his tongue slide over it and groaned at the suggestive rhythm of Nick's heart. Two fingers in now, scissoring softly to Nick's pleas for more. Nick's hand went out and he stuffed pillows under his butt, spreading his legs wider while yanking at Warrick's hair, cursing him to get the hell in already.
Warrick's hands trembled when he ripped the wrap off the condom and lubed himself up, afraid he'd come before he was inside. Nick's legs crossed around his middle and he shuddered at the strength in the grip around him. The slow push inside had Nick's hips move impatiently, needing more and Warrick obliged, sliding all the way in with one slow move. Nick's breath hitched and his fingers bent around the sheet.
"Easy babe, easy, I'm gonna come if you move, just stay still babe, stay still or it'll be over too soon." He whispered to Nick's chest, having to close his eyes as he bit down on his lip to keep some modicum of control while setting a slow and steady rhythm. Nick's hips rose to meet him, forcing him to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts, eliciting a guttural moan from his man.
He knew he was approaching his peak fast, the tightness around him increasing and his breath running rushed as heat gathered in his groin. He gripped Nick's cock with his lubed hand and moved it in slow strokes from the base and up. Nick's tongue slipped out to wet his lips, hand gripping the sheet hard, eyes squinted, unfocused and glazed. Palm of hand on Warrick's neck, fingertips steadying him and holding him close. The thin sheen of sweat making his body glow in the light and Warrick was almost there. He had to push in harder, begging that Nick would come before he did. "Please babe, come for me. Just gimme what I want Nicky, just give it to me."
His hips moved rhythmically, the tightness stealing his breath, the moves of his man making his vision blur and he stroked him faster, begging him to come. Nick replied with sounds somewhere between mewls and sobs when he tensed around him, back arching as he shuddered violently and came. Pumping his release over Warrick's hand and up his own chest, hips working in tiny circular moves with each ejaculation. Warrick wasn't able to hold back anymore. With grunting sounds escaping him, he gripped Nick's hips, burying himself to the hilt and holding on while his body was wracked by the orgasm that started somewhere deep in his spinal cord and spread throughout him with surges of blinding heat which made him momentarily forget to breathe.
Warrick found himself gasping for air, bent over Nick with his nose buried into his heaving chest, kissing the taut skin while his breath slowly settled. He licked him clean, wanting to savor the fruits of his labor. Nick's legs had lost their grip around his waist and when he finally opened his eyes he saw his fingers slack against the sheet.
"Did I hurt you babe?" he asked, heart taking a leap of fear at the stillness. He got no other answer than a hand cupping his neck and a drawn out: "Mmmmmmm-noh."
He wasn't convinced and raised his head to get a better look at Nick. Smiling, he realized that he probably hadn't because Nick was totally slack, drooling onto the pillow, eyes closed and lips slightly parted in a blissfully worn-out expression.
"Wher'ya goin'?" Nick mumbled, flexing his fingers against Warrick's neck to get a better grip.
Warrick chuckled, leaning in to lay a kiss on the corner of Nick's mouth. "Like the cat that got the cream. So cute, Nicky," he teased.
"Don't go." Nick begged drowsily, wrapping his arm around Warrick. "Sleep."
"Still gotta pull out and clean us up Nicky," Warrick nuzzled his man's earlobe and pulled out carefully.
"No-o-o." Nick pouted, and turned his head for a kiss. It was sloppy and wet and slow and wonderfully sated and Warrick forgot all about cleaning up and dropped the condom to the floor.
"Okay babe, you need your rest, I'll clean you up tomorrow."
Nick sighed deeply and tried to roll to his side but Warrick shook his head. "You can't sleep on your left side honey, remember the ribs? Turn babe, you gotta turn. Yeah, that's right, get your fine butt over here and I'll keep you warm and cozy till morning. Nicky?"
But his man was fast asleep. Pressing his butt to Warrick's groin, and all he had the strength to do was turn off the bedside lamp, pull the covers up, tuck Nick in and pull him closer.
"You big oaf," he crooned to the sleeping man and kissed the sweaty neck. "I fucking love you," he said and closed his eyes.
He woke with the sun's rays in his face. A slight snore from his side had him turn and watch Nick all spayed out on the bed, his head tucked in the crook of Warrick's neck. "Aw babe," Warrick purred. "You really are fucking cute." Kissing the top of his head, he grinned and tried to move his limbs. He didn't remember sleeping this well in weeks, all relaxed without a concern in the world. No dreams of looking for Nick and not finding him, no dreams of holding him while he bled out. Just the warm cozy feeling of a man snoring in your ear, he chuckled at the thought.
"What ya laughin' at?" Nick turned and draped an arm around Warrick's middle. "What time is it?"
"Where are you jetting off to?" Warrick asked. "A hot date?"
"Yeah." Nick muttered, laying his head on Warrick's chest. "With a big fancy breakfast. I'm starving."
"And what would his Excellency want for breakfast?" Warrick asked, draping his arm around Nick.
"Your famous omelet, that thing you picked up from Grams'. The only thing you actually know how to cook." Nick's eyes peered at him, in full puppy mode.
"Watch it man! Mock my cooking skills and I'll feed you nothing but cereal for the rest of your life and those are called 'Slippery turnovers' FYI."
"That just sounds awful Warr, hideous in fact, but I still want one. I need the protein." With a wink and he was up on all fours, leaning in over Warrick, kissing his lips chastely. "I'll take a quick shower and you get to work, ai'ght? And my butt's sore!"
"Yeah boss, sorry boss," Warrick grinned and slapped his man's behind and chuckled at the glare he received. "Can I join ya?"
There was that little self-conscious gesture of a hand through the hair before Nick peered from under his brow and nodded. Warrick shook his head as he rose and dragged Nicky to the shower.
He looked into the jar, frowning at the amount left. "Hey Nicky, my slippery turnovers won't be up to your standards this time."
The clatter from the table stopped and Nick walked up to get the glasses. "An' why's that?"
"No pepper in this cul de sac."
He smirked at the man pouring juice into the glasses, watching with surprise how he tensed up, the hand holding the tetrapac shivering and his demeanor seeming totally altered as Nick turned his head and looked at him with an oddly blank gaze, like he was seeing a ghost.
"What? Nicky, it's not that bad." He poured the last of the pepper into the eggs in the bowl and started stirring. "I'll take this one, you take the first and you won't even notice."
Nick put the glass and the juice down, mouth a thin line, eyes squinted into slits and breath running faster.
"You okay, bro?"
"Yeah," Nick let out in a rush. "Gotta go make a call."
He turned his back on Warrick, who in turn narrowed his eyes in surprise and was about to follow but decided to salvage Nicky's breakfast instead. The spatula in hand, he watched Nick walk briskly into the bedroom, rummaging around and exiting with a bag and the cell in hand.
"Nicky? What the fuck?" Warrick asked, getting pissed off but Nick didn't even seem to notice. He was out of the door and Warrick had to turn back to the slippery turnover to get it onto a plate before it became a brunt turnover. He slammed it onto a plate, put the skillet under cold water and wiped his hands. Listening for Nick's footsteps, he walked over to set the table. At last he gave in to the nagging feeling and was on his way out when he met the man in the doorway.
"Wazz up? You act like someone walked over your grave."
Nick said nothing, just walked around him and straight to the fridge for a water bottle. Then he stopped in front of Warrick and extended his hand, deadly calm and all business. "I need the keys. Brass will come get you as soon as he's done in court."
"Excuse me?" Warrick huffed, "Where you off to?"
"Just hand over the keys, please."
Warrick just looked at the man, shaking his head at the stony expression. This was the Nicky he could sometimes see in the interrogation room, the 'don't fuck with me' Nick. "Don't go Grissom on me now. Where do you need to be? Spill!"
"Better you don't know bro, just hand over the keys and Brass will be here by nightfall. Don't make me hotwire that SUV of yours, wreaks havoc on a car like that."
"What the fuck Nicky? You're not going anywhere alone." Warrick exploded, stepping up to Nick and glaring at him. "Just gimme me five fucking minutes and we'll be off."
"No, you can't –"
"Watch me," Warrick growled.
Two hours later, traveling in high speed on the desert road, Warrick started to regret certain words he'd spilled in the heat of the moment. Nick was still pissed, refusing to look at him as the sat rigidly in the passenger seat. The bumpy road was probably giving him hell with the ribs and all, Warrick thought. But he still didn't get the need to get to the lab in this hurry, or why he shouldn't tag along. He'd eaten his breakfast, hastily wrapped into a paper, meticulously, just to piss Nicky off but nothing had worked. He had just opened the water bottle and offered it to Warrick. That pissed Warrick off and they had driven in absolute silence. Now it ate at Warrick, his juvenile antics, the way he had hollered at Nick and above all; the fact that he didn't avoid one single pothole on the way.
"You okay man?" he asked. "Wanna take a break?"
"Just drive." The voice was low and void of emotions. Nick was in his Grissom-mode still.
"So why the hurry to get back to the lab?"
"Better you don't know."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Warrick wheezed and diverted his eyes to some strange patterns at the side of the road. They had arrived at a part of the road where cliffs rose out of the sand and he gathered some punks must have been trying their luck by driving up to the road from the deep sand. Deep tracks criss-crossed the road and Warrick figured it must have been a 4x4 by the size of the tyre marks.
"Slow down, Rick!" Nick yelled as a cloud of dust rose from behind the cliff rising out of the sand in front off them.
"Fuck!" Warrick slammed the brakes but the dust cloud materialized into reflections of sharp light, the roar of a V8, screaming brakes and lastly; black metal that took over his entire visual field.