Title: Club Night

Status: finished

Type: slash

Warnings: none

Pairing: Warrick/Nick

Rating: NC-17

Dis: not mine, not making any money, just for fun

Author: BlueKat

Email: beaniekat@hotmail.com

Site: Sweet As Sin http://www27.brinkster.com/bluekat

Archive: sure

Summary: the boys have a night out. Warrick's POV.

Notes: my very first CSI story. Hope y'all like.

Club Night
by BlueKat

We seldom go out. Comes with working mostly nights, and the fact that we, I, he...usually ends up in trouble. Tonight's no exception, and I do swear, he does it on purpose. Why else insist on necking in the middle of a crowded, not to mention predominantly het club, and consenquently get all bent out of shape over some huge neanderthal disliking what he sees?

And of course, me being me...my temper's all raring to go facing the guy listening to the garbage coming out of his mouth. A fact that I'm sure my just-now very innocent looking lover had counted on. It all very quickly evolves into a fist fight, as in; neanderthal strikes at me and I knock him out. Ok, so he did more than just *strike* at me, he clocked me pretty good in the mouth, enough to split my lower lip. Running my tongue over it gives a prickly, stinging sensation and a coppery taste. Neanderthal is out cold in the midst of a circle of people looking at him like he just fell through the roof and landed at their feet. A groan later he is blinking his eyes and staring back up at the people staring down at him. See now why we don't go out much?

I turn back to the table and find shining dark eyes in front of me as a hand is snaked around my neck. Smiling, looking for the world like the cat who ate the canary, he reaches up with gentle fingers and wipes the blood away from my split lip. My heart is already going like a hammer, hopped up on an adrenaline rush. This is not helping. Then he goes up on his toes and kisses me.

The touch is a nail driving into the place that keeps the passion and desire in me leashed. It pushes through and the casing shatters and heat is spiking its way through my body, fire travelling my veins igniting a slow burn throughout my limbs. And suddenly I can't wait, I have to have him right away. He must have seen the look in my eyes, because he is still smiling, looking pleased with himself.

The restroom we end up in, is painfully bright after the dimmed lightning of the club. The walls, floor, roof...everything is white, shiny tiles. We're already entwined as I maneuver us through the
door, aiming for the stall in the back. The only sound is our breathing and the shifting of our feet over the floor. At last I reach the stall and pull the door shut after us.

He gives a faint groan as I push him face first against the wall before I attack the side of his neck with my lips. The scent and taste of him assaults my senses and sends my head spinning even
more. The sounds he's making adds to the merry-go-round feeling in my head. Sense and reason? Upped and left like five minutes ago.

With one hand I undo the buttons on his jeans, feeling the hot, hard flesh underneath. He's about as far gone as I am right now, but I still have half a mind to punish him just a little. So I keep my
fingers to myself, occupying them with just getting the buttons open and then sliding the jeans over his tight, gorgeous ass and down his thighs. Hooking my thumb in the back of the snug boxers I slowly peel them off, exposing naked porcelain skin underneath. He's breathing heavily, an exhalation ending in a surprised little gasp as I snag his hands and place them over his head, flat against the wall. I put one foot between his, pushing them apart so he stands
spread-eagled against the white-tiled floor, looking sinfully sexy. His dark, thick hair is tousled; I love the feel running my fingers through it gives me. Fisting my hand in his hair I drag his head
back so I have better access to his neck. The rapid pulse is fluttering against my hungry lips. I leave it to travel upwards, mapping the well known anatomy of his face until I reach his lips.
Already open and waiting eagerly for me.

One hand traveling down his clothed flank, the other one is still in his hair while I take possession of his mouth in a wild, grinding dance of lips and tongue. Lack of oxygen makes us break apart and I take a look at his face. His eyes are closed, long eyelashes trembling against flushed skin, his lips are wet and a little parted. The emotions passes over his face like melting snow and for a moment I am mesmerized. The shock of naked skin on my fingers brings me back.

My mouth seeks out a well shaped ear now, licking it genty before delievering sharp nips that brings forth enticing sounds of strained pleasure. I drag one finger over his lips, dipping inside to coat it in slick moisture. Groaning as a clever tongue wraps around it. The things he'll do with that tongue...a sharp sting of desire ripples down my spine. Withdrawing my finger, I move both hands to his hips. Then I lean in to bite the back of his neck, our bodies coming together as I enter him with just the lightest touch.

He's tight, sweet heat, radiating right through me before centering in my groin. I add pressure and he archs into my touch, hands clawing at the wall. Head thrown back, lower lip caught between straight teeth, he gives a low moan. Using two fingers I keep my movements slow and steady, seeking for and finding that special place that'll magnify the feeling of what I am doing to him, in sparking waves. A victorious smile graces my face as I hear his breath hitch and a dragged out "please...".

"What, baby?" I murmur into his ear, nuzzling my nose into his hair. As everything else of him, it smells wonderful. "What do you want?" Eyes half-closed I nip at his neck, feeling the tense muscles underneath the skin.

He's almost too lost in the sensations to answer me, to form words. "You..." he manages in the end, voice nearly a growl. "God, I want you, 'Rick."

I pretend to think about it. Purposely avoiding the front I keep finger-fucking him, noting with pleasure that his hands are still on the wall. I love it when he gives up control and lets me lead like this. And he knows it far too well.

"I don't know," I say in the end. "Maybe we oughta wait until we get back to my place later..." Now he really is growling.

"You don't agree, darlin'?" I tease him. There's no way in hell we'll both make the trip all the way back to my appartement. I suspect we'll both spontanously combust if we even try. There's just something about my pretty, little Texan redneck that sends my body into burning arousal just by a glance alone. Just that cheeky smile of his gets me hard. Something he's well aware of and uses with the most charming cunningness.

"Hell no!" My thoughts exactly and I can't help a little chuckle. "Tease," he snorts, but a smile is tugging at the corners of his mouth as well.

"Well," I purr into his ear. I reach down to undo my own pants and I know he can hear the sound of buttons popping open and a zipper going down. He's bracing himself against the wall, face locked in a combination of frustrated pleasure and expectancy. As I withdraw my fingers, he makes a disappointed sound. "Patience, Nicky," I continue, using my own fluids as lubrication. By now I should have known to always be prepared. But this will do nicely as well.

Very slowly I push my way into him, my left hand gripping his hip so hard it's bound to leave marks. He's way beyond caring, bucking back against me. Our bodies flush together, I rest my head on his shoulder for a moment. We're both shuddering, feeling like approaching sensory overload. Acting more or less on instinct now, I pull back and then push in again. By now we're both making noise, but I can't bring myself to care if someone hears us. All that matters is the joining of our bodies, the rythmic movements and the feel of his skin on mine. The fire is out of control, consuming us. One hand leaves his hips and locks around a healthy erection and he all but melts into my arms.

The world is spiralling into a frenzy. Hands on sweat-slicked skin slips and slides, there is a saltness to every kiss, and every taste. We reach completion at the same time, gasping and clinging to each other. Riding the waves of pleasure together, we both slump against the wall afterwards, breathing hard.

Once I can stand up on my own and remember my own name correctly, I lean back and give him a slap on the butt.

"What was that for?" he complains, quickly approaching his usual post-sex sleepy-slash-snuggliness.

"Just because," I reply, grinning. "I like your ass."

"I know you do," he replies smugly, letting me help him with his clothes. I do them up properly and then spin him around so we're face to face.

"Do you now."

"Yep." His smile is as smug as his voice, dark brown eyes dancing. Leaning back against the wall as I fix my own clothing, he looks completely adorable. And freshly fucked. The combination making me reach for him and draw him into a ravaging kiss. He comes willingly,
wraps his arms around me and it's just about the best feeling in the world. Giggling like two school girls we duck out of the bathroom stall. A man is washing his hands and looking everywhere but at us. You don't have to be a genius to figure out what we've just been up
to. That, and the fact that we're holding hands. Washing Man accidentally meets my lover's eyes in the mirror and his facial colour rises as he receives a conspiratory wink. I haul my Texan out
of there before he can wreck more havoc and all the way out to the sidewalk. Hailing down a cab I smile as I realise that we have a long drive in the dark backseat of a Vegas cab ahead of us. It's gonna be a long night.