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Warning: this chapter contains material intended only for mature audiences… erm… more so than the other chapters.

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Chapter Eighteen: Eleven in Room 943

"Damn Packers," Horatio mumbled as he turned off the TV. The game wasn't over, but for him it was. Mac chuckled as he climbed off the bed and stretched. He looked at his watch.

"I better get going," He grunted as he stretched again.

Horatio looked over at the clock, it was 10:50. Mac had better get going pretty quickly.

"I hope you get some sleep tonight," Horatio said, getting up and opening the door for him.

"Me too," Mac waved half-heartedly as he trudged out the door and started down the hall, "G'night, H,".

"'Night, Mac. I'll see you tomorrow," Horatio mumbled, feigning sleepiness.

He closed the door, biting his lip to keep from screaming in anticipation for Rick. He picked up the empty beer glasses and slid them across the hall. He only had enough time to slap on some cologne (God knows why he even brought it with in the first place) before he heard a knock at the door. He looked out the peep-hole, making sure that it wasn't Mac forgetting something.

"Rick," Horatio breathed as he opened the door.

Ever careful of whatever prying eyes may be out there, Rick slipped into the room and softly closed the door behind him. He set a large paper bag down on the floor and wrapped his arms around Horatio, pulling him in for a deep kiss. The redhead went weak at the knees as Rick swirled his tongue around his mouth.

"How have things been going?" Rick smiled, "You've had to keep our secret for six hours, did you succeed in that mission?"

"Mac scared the hell out of me, I was sure he was onto us".

"But he wasn't?"

"No, he's pretty convinced that we were just in a fight".

"Wonderful, wonderful," Rick hummed as he gave Horatio a light peck on the cheek, "by the way, did Victoria give you the flash drive?"

"Oh yes," Horatio replied pulling it out of his pocket, "I have to put this in a safe place".

Horatio walked over to his suitcase and tucked the drive into one of his shoes he already packed. God forbid anyone find it and pull open its contents. He turned back to Rick.

"I would like to watch that with you sometime," Horatio blushed.

Rick smiled and nodded at his lover before he reached down and picked up the brown paper bag.

"I have more gifts for you," He said, digging his hand into the bag.

"What? Oh Rick, you didn't have to do this for me. It's very sweet and all but- is that champagne?"

Rick nodded and set the bottle down on the table, pulling out two glasses he had wrapped in tissue paper.

"And you bought glasses," Horatio grinned, popping open the bottle and pouring them drinks.

"Yeah… 'bought'…"

"You swiped them from the dining hall, didn't you?"

"They won't miss them. Besides, when we're done with them we can put them out with the people across the hall's beer glasses. But before we drink…" Rick bent over and pulled out a large black mass of fabric out of the bag, "I hated seeing you cold today".

Horatio reached out and opened up his new jacket. It was long, about down to his knees, and just the right weight to keep out the wind but not necessarily the cold. It was the sort of jacket he could wear in New York.

"You didn't have to do this, Rick".

"I wanted to. Besides, it was something that you would have bought for yourself anyways. So are these other things… kinda," Rick said digging into the bag.

"'these other things'?"

"Well, something that you might not have bought for yourself," Rick murmured as he pulled out a small glass tub filled with a light colored cream.

"What's that?"

"It's foundation," Horatio looked at Rick blankly, who then had to go on to explain, "a type of makeup".

"What do I need that for?"

Rick pulled Horatio over to the mirror and unbuttoned the top few buttons of redhead's shirt. He turned Horatio to see his reflection and the pulled open his collar, revealing suction marks that stood prominently out against his pale freckled complexion.

"Ah. I see. So… how do I use it?"

"Like this".

Rick twisted the lid off of the little tub and glided his finger over the pale cream. He held his lover still as he applied the foundation to the mark, covering it and matching his skin tone perfectly. Horatio smiled at his reflection.

"I wouldn't have thought of that".

"When you have an older sister you can pick up some pretty useful information," Rick chuckled.

Horatio cocked his head, "You have an older sister?"

Rick nodded, "Yeah, Claire. There was a four year age difference and she moved out once she turned 18, so I didn't get to know her too well when I was growing up. She married young. She and her husband run an inn just outside of Kaw City; I should take you there sometime. I'm sure she'll love to meet you".

"I'd like that," Horatio smiled.

Smirking, Rick pulled the redhead in for another kiss, pressing their lips together and allowing Horatio to deepen it. The kiss quickly became heated as their tongues slid against each other and their hands wandered. Stetler wrestled Horatio down onto the bed, groping the pronounced bulge in his lover's trousers as they descended. Rick unbuttoned the rest of Horatio's shirt as he pulled the other man to the middle of the bed.

Rick stopped, hovering over the redhead, watching him catch his breath. Horatio gasped as Rick leaned down and began sucking on his neck, the sensation made him squirm slightly.

"Horatio," Stetler breathed into his lover's chest, "I have some more presents for you… some things I know you wouldn't buy for yourself". Rick sat up and stroked Horatio's sides, making him shiver. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong," Rick continued, letting the southern drawl come out in his voice, "But you made it my understanding that you are interested in… restraint".

The redhead could hardly breathe he was so filled with lust. He couldn't speak, his mouth was too dry. So all he could do was nod in response.

"I had hoped so," Rick said as he climbed off Horatio and dug into the bag.

Horatio threw off his trousers before he sat up, clambering backwards until his back was against the headboard. Rick stood back up and threw three new toys onto the bed. Horatio picked up what landed closest to him, a pair of handcuffs covered in soft white fur.

"I thought those would be better for our uses that what the department issues us," Rick grinned.

"I'd imagine so," Horatio smirked as he turned the cuffs about in his hands. "What else did you throw up here?"

"This," Rick whispered, handing Horatio a bottle of lube. "And this," he hummed, picking up the last object and pulling off Horatio's silk boxers. Horatio shivered at the touch of Rick's fingers against his stiff cock. He felt a cock ring snap around the base of his member and his eyes widened.

"I never had one of these before," Horatio breathed.

"You'll enjoy it, I know you will," Rick purred as he resumed stroking Horatio's sides. He paused only momentarily to pull off his own clothes. Stetler had removed the bandages from his chest, his wound already seeming to heal quite nicely. He hovered over his lover again, leaning down and flicking his tongue over Horatio's lips.

"Do you want to try out the handcuffs too?" Rick murmured into Horatio's mouth.

Horatio nodded in response and the next instant found himself handcuffed to the bars of the headboard. Luckily this hotel happened to have that sort of a bed. Rick kissed Horatio, working his way down the redhead's body. He took one of Horatio's nipples in his teeth, rubbing the nub with the tip of his tongue.

The sensation was overwhelming to Horatio; nobody had done this to him in decades. He arched his body into Rick's mouth and moaned loudly.

"Shh!" Rick hissed, letting go of Horatio, "I don't know how thin these walls are".

"I'm sorry," Horatio breathed, "I can't think straight when I'm like this".

"It's okay," Rick whispered, leaning into Horatio's other nipple, "Just don't do it again".

Horatio bit his lip to keep from making much noise, but Rick was stimulating him in ways he hadn't felt since he was in college. Unable to hold himself back for much longer he gasped Rick's name quite audibly.

"What did I just say?"

"I didn't mean to. I just… just…"

"You know what?" Rick growled as he pulled himself off of Horatio and began digging around in the pile of clothes he threw to the ground. "I had a suspicion that I might need to use this," he climbed back onto the bed, his orange tie in hand.

He sat on Horatio's chest, holding him down as he tied the makeshift gag over the redhead's mouth. Horatio tried to speak, but he was completely muffled.

"Well," Rick sighed, sliding back to Horatio's midsection, "We know that works. You comfortable?"

Horatio nodded and dug his aching cock into Rick's thigh.

"Comfortable and quite impatient," Rick smirked, "Don't worry, Lieutenant, I won't keep you waiting for much longer".

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Meanwhile, Mac Taylor sat on the edge of his bed, pulling of his clothes. He hadn't been so ready for a good night's sleep in weeks. He was just looking forward to lying down, but something stopped him in the process. His hand brushed against Horatio's phone in his pocket. He had forgotten to return it to him.

Knowing that he would forget to get the cell back to Horatio in the morning, he zipped his pants back up and grabbed the key to Horatio's room. He had better just leave it on his dresser.

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Horatio bit into the gag as he felt Rick's lubed up cock prod at his now slicked and stretched entrance. Rick slid himself into his lover's tight core, smiling to himself as the feeling of power and control overtook him again. Horatio let out a muffled cry as Rick began to pound his willing body into the mattress.

"Oh Lieutenant," Rick hissed as he clawed open one of the scratches from that morning.

Horatio arched his back, digging his shoulders into the bed. He attempted to gasp and cry out as Rick struck him across the face. Stetler was getting rougher with him, but he seemed relatively controlled…maybe. Either way, it was making the redhead incredibly hot.

Stetler reached down and took one of Horatio's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching him hard. He ran his nails down Horatio's side as he did this, raising red marks as he went. Horatio screamed again in a combination of pain and pleasure. His mind was in a fog and he was seeing stars.

It was at this time that Mac opened the door.