Title: Another Shower?
Author: Eeyore9990
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Nick/Warrick
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Slash
Warnings: Graphic Sex
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Disclaimer: CSI, and all its characters and situations, is wholely owned by CBS Networks. No copyright infringement is intended, no money is being made.
beta'd by knightmare
"Nick! Nick, can you hear me?"
Las Vegas CSI Nick Stokes rolled his head, fighting off the pain that crashed through his body in waves. Thankfully his body armor had caught the bullet, but the impact had probably cracked a rib or two. He felt the soft brush of a slightly calloused hand caress his cheek.
Groaning in agony, he opened his eyes, meeting the soft green gaze of his partner, Warrick Brown. Relief flooded Warrick's handsome features as he saw that Nick was not seriously injured.
"Just hold on, Nick. Hold on, okay? I'm going to get someone in here to take you to the hospital. Nick? Ni...."
~*~
A week later, back off convalescent leave, Nick strolled into the department amid cheers and clapping from the staff. Bowing a bit at the waist, he threw a grin around the room, acknowledging and thanking everyone for their concern.
He scanned the room and walked the corridors, looking for the one face he had yet to see.
"Nick, buddy, how are you feeling?" Gil Grissom, head of CSI asked, clapping him softly on the shoulder with a gentle hand.
"I'm good, Gris," he replied with a half smile, happy to see his boss again, but still searching for that one person.
"I'm going to start you back on an easy call. You and Warrick will be working on this together. It's a hit and run on Freemont St. Plenty of eyewitnesses, so you should be able to wrap it up quickly. Warrick has the call sheet."
"Where is Warrick? I haven't seen him since I got here."
"He's in the showers. He had to help on a DB we found earlier today that had bloated pretty severely. Rookie cop pushed on the stomach, and..." Gil rolled his eyes as Nick winced. "Yeah, it was bad."
"OK, well, I'm gonna go find him. You got anything else for me?"
"No, but stop by the lab on the way out and see if Greg has anything on the debris found at the scene. It may help you speed things along."
"Will do, bossman," Nick tossed over his shoulder, his feet already taking him to the locker rooms/showers.
"Hey, Warrick," he shouted, pushing open the door.
"Yeah," came the disembodied voice.
Nick felt his face split in a wide smile as he walked toward the changing area. The smile slowly fell off his face as he turned the corner and saw Warrick.
The taller man was standing there, a tiny towel draped about his hips as he used another to dry his hair. Nick simply stood and soaked in the view, taking advantage of the fact that Warrick's face was currently covered up.
Small beads of water clung to the cocoa colored skin; muscles flexed along his arms as Warrick moved them over his head. The small towel swayed and danced around his thighs, teasing Nick with brief glimpses of hip and upper thigh.
Nick stopped noticing everything else as the towel lost the battle to gravity and slowly unwound from Warrick's hips, falling as if in slow motion to the floor where it landed in a puddle.
He sucked in a ragged breath, vaguely aware that his lungs were starving for oxygen.
"Nick," Warrick whispered, drawing his half-wild gaze to the other man's beautiful, fantasy inspiring eyes.
"Uh." Great, he thought, real coherent there, Nick. Why don't you just post a sign on your forehead that says 'totally in love with my partner, Warrick Brown' and get it over with. As he cast about for something reasonably intelligent to say, Warrick sauntered over, dropping the towel from his hands as he passed the laundry basket.
"You're back." Pale green eyes swept his body and a long fingered hand reached out, drawing back right before it touched him. Nick closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. Warrick was not like that!
"Yeah, they, uh... they said I just bruised my ribs. It still hurts like hell, but there's no reason to sit around my apartment when there's work to be done, you know?" Shut up, shut up! Nick was rambling now, hands fisted at his sides as he tried desperately to keep from reaching for the other man and ravaging him.
His eyes snapped back open as he felt the brush of fingers over his abdomen.
"God, Nick, I thought...I saw that bastard pull the trigger and then you went down. I thought I'd lost you." Warrick held his gaze, eyes so very serious, as his hand rubbed the spot the bullet had impacted. "I knew then. I can't lose you, Nick. I—"
Warrick looked down at himself, a curse springing to his lips as he noticed for the first time his state of undress. "Shit. Let me get dressed. There's something I need to tell you."
Nick laughed shakily. "Don't get dressed on my account. I'm fine. What did you want to tell me?"
He watched Warrick swallow hard, eyes locked on Nick's chin as he obviously struggled with whatever it was he wanted to say. "Nick, I have to tell you something that you're probably not going to understand. I think I should be clothed for this discussion."
"All right, man. That's cool. Whatever," Nick said, still rambling but not really caring too much at this point. Damn, the peepshow's over.
He watched avidly as Warrick grabbed a pair of boxers, hurriedly pulling them on before turning back to Nick. "You might want to sit down. I'm probably about to shock the hell out of you," Warrick said in his soft, honeyed tone.
Just the sound alone was enough to make the fit of Nick's jeans extremely uncomfortable. Add to that the fact that he'd just been treated to the sight of his friend's perfect, totally nude body, and he was surprised he wasn't sporting a wet spot.
"Nick, please just hear me out. If you want to switch partners afterward, I'll understand, but..." Warrick pulled a shaky hand down his face, obviously distressed about whatever it was he was trying to say. He seated himself next to Nick on the bench that ran the length of the lockers, twisting his lithe torso 'til they were sitting face to face.
"Man, what's wrong? I don't want another partner, I swear!" Nick promised, worried now about whatever it was Warrick was trying to tell him.
Warrick smiled sadly, his full lips twisting as he cut his eyes to the side. Taking a deep breath, Warrick said quietly, "I'm in love with you. I have been for a while, but I thought I could control it. I felt like if I just stopped thinking about it, it would go awa..."
With the words, "I'm in love with you," Nick's heart burst inside his chest and his brain stopped functioning, making him forget where they were. He pulled Warrick into his arms and crushed his mouth with his own. Both men moaned loudly as the kiss deepened and became needy, urgent.
Warrick slipped off the bench, kneeling between Nick's spread thighs as they made love to each other's mouths, his long fingered hands roaming the brunet's muscular chest before wandering up to plunge into his soft, short hair. Nick slid his hands around Warrick's back, pulling him flush against his body, his fingers dipping below the waistband of the shorts to gently caress the base of his spine.
Warrick pulled back as he heard the door open. Moving quickly, he pulled Nick into a shower stall and closed the curtain, turning on the water full blast before falling back into Nick's waiting arms. After a few more minutes of heated, passionate kissing, Nick leaned away from Warrick to quickly pull his wet, black t-shirt over his head. He toed off his soaked shoes and peeled his jeans down, baring his body to his partner.
Warrick's eyes clouded for a moment as he saw the ugly bruise that still bloomed across his Nick's lower chest. He dipped his head down and licked over the spot gently, making Nick gasp and buck his hips.
"Warrick, God! Stop teasing me. I've wanted you too long to take this slow," he whispered huskily, keeping his voice down so the other occupant of the room wouldn't realize there was more than one person in here.
"I can't go slow, Nick. I need to feel you and taste you. Let me?"
Nick made a pleading sound in the back of his throat, all lucidity gone as he anticipated feeling Warrick's beautiful mouth around his straining cock.
Warrick dropped to his knees, hot mouth immediately enveloping him, startling a low, rough moan from him. He pushed his hips forward as that talented tongue smoothed along the pulsing vein running his length. He threaded his fingers in Warrick's soft hair; lost in the sensations shooting through him, he began to fuck into his mouth, breath coming out in harsh gasps.
Nick's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Warrick's long fingers brush against his prostate, wrenching a tortured sound from him. "Please, please, please," he begged softly, head tossing restlessly against the tile wall, needing Warrick to take him now.
Warrick stood in one smooth motion, lifting Nick's legs to wrap around his waist as he slowly eased inside him. Nick watched through heavy lidded eyes as a thousand emotions washed through Warrick's leaf green eyes, love and passion finally winning out over the rest. "Nick," he breathed, prompting him to pull his head down and thrust his tongue into the other man's mouth.
Bracing him against the wall, Warrick began a slow thrusting, swiveling his hips just right to slide smoothly over Nick's prostate, wringing soft whimpers from his lover. Soon all restraint vanished and the controlled movements became abandoned pounding, flinging them both over the edge of reality, Warrick first, then Nick for his second time in the space of a few short minutes. He would have to remember to congratulate Warrick on that, once he could speak a full sentence again.
They slowly floated back to reality, pressing small kisses to each other and touching randomly, still almost unable to believe that they had finally found each other.
Nick slowly unwound his legs and grinned up at his beautiful lover. "You realize we need another shower now, right?"
The End
