Title: Coming Home
By: dutchgirl71
Pairing: Nick/Warrick
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: None, I think. It's a PWP and the sequel to A Room With a View.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm only borrowing them for a bit. Promise to safely return them afterwards.
A/N blame it on starbright73, maxierocand high_striker. They asked for a sequel to my last story in which Nick would come to get Warrick from the airport, wearing a particular outfit. This was the first story ever I've written on request, I think. I hope it worked out.

It was close to 10 a.m. when Nick parked his car at McCarran international airport. One of the perks of being in the police force was being able to park your car in the no-parking zone near the front entrance. He mused that that was a very good thing, because this way he could check the arrivals from where he was sitting, so he didn't have to be in the waiting area of the airport for too long. Not that he had a problem with crowds, not at all, but he felt a bit embarrassed of being talked into playing dress up outside of the safety of his bedroom.

Not that he looked like something that had walked out of a Halloween party, but he was sure he'd stand out in the crowd of people wearing suits or jeans-and-shirts. He was dressed in the exact same outfit as he had worn two nights ago during a very very memorable webcam conversation, tight leather pants and a loose-fitting white shirt. The only difference was he had closed some of the buttons now, instead of letting it hang open like he did the previous time. Warrick had hinted about him wearing this when he'd come pick him up at the airport, and although he probably just meant it as a joke, Nick was pretty sure he'd appreciate the gesture anyway. And although he didn't really plan on having sex in the car - why would you if you have a king-size bed at your disposal at home - he had rented a car with tinted windows just in case. Warrick would probably be calling him a boy scout, but he liked to be prepared.

So here he was, pretty much hiding in his car and hoping he didn't draw too much attention to him by hanging back for a while.

He still found it hard to believe he'd actually gone through with the whole webcam idea he came up with the week before Warrick left. Not that he was afraid or reluctant to try something new in or outside of the bedroom, not at all, he was pretty much up for anything Warrick came up with, and that said a lot since the man had an unlimited imagination when it came to sex. It was just that he usually didn't initiate any himself. He didn't seem to be able to get over the idea that whatever he'd come up with was not that exciting, or just plain stupid, and Warrick would only go along to please him. Somewhere deep down he knew Warrick would be thrilled when he would actually surprise him, but he often backed out at the last minute.

Like he almost did with the camera. He must have put it in Warrick's bag 23 times over the past week, only to take it out and hide it somewhere minutes later. It was more or less a coincidence that the device made it to the conference, caused by the cab driver that came and picked his man up 15 minutes too early and left him with no time to get the cam out of the bag anymore.

Nick smiled to himself. It had been a good thing though, because the look on Warrick's face when he saw him all dressed up in front of the cam was beyond priceless, not to mention hot as hell.

And it was that exact look that had given him the courage of putting on that outfit once more. Warrick had told him he'd have a hard time keeping his hands to himself when he looked like that, and Nick knew that wasn't a lie. Warrick had looked as if he wanted to crawl through the camera two nights ago and follow up on everything he'd said just before.

Nick groaned and rubbed his eyes, while images of that night flashed before his eyes again. He had to take his mind off of that, because the thought of standing in the arrival hall with a hard-on was even worse than standing there looking like he did right now. He was probably gonna draw some attention, but he didn't want to draw *that* kind of attention.

After staring at the people passing by for 15 more minutes and apologizing for the second time in half an hour to the officer in charge of the parking at the airport for staying in the no-parking zone longer than usual, he finally saw Rick's plane had landed. And since Rick usually made a huge effort of stashing all of his stuff in a bag he could take with him as hand luggage so he didn't have to check anything in or wait for his suitcase after the flight, he was pretty sure he'd be walking through the door any minute now. He had to get out of the car and into the airport. Part of him wanted to call Warrick and leave him a message saying he'd meet him out front. But a bigger part of him pushed away his inner barriers and made him step out of the car. For once he didn't want to care about what people thought if they saw him like that, dressed like a wannabe rock star. He just wanted to see his man, hold him and take him home. And then preferably screw until they both fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

So, taking another deep breath, he got out of the car and walked to the arrival hall, hoping not to see any people nudging each other while looking at him and trying desperately not to blush. That would kinda ruin the effect of acting all confident.

His head high, he barged in and tried to discover Warrick somewhere in the distance. After about five minutes he saw the familiar features of his lover standing out in the crowd. He could see the exact moment when Warrick noticed him, eyes lighting up and a sexy grin forming on his lips. Seconds later his man was walking towards him, bag slung over his shoulder, taking long strides to get to him as fast as he could without actually running. Nick didn't move, he just stood there, heart beating so loud he was sure people around him could hear it, before Warrick finally reached him.

Warrick dropped his bag with a 'thunk' next to him and pulled Nick in a full body hug, breathing him in for a moment and pressing as much of his own body against him as he could before closing his mouth over Nick's in a kiss that pretty much destroyed Nick's effort of not drawing too much attention to himself.

'Damn baby, I've missed you,' Warrick panted when he finally drew back a little. 'I couldn't get the way you looked that night out of my mind. Gave me a friggin hard on every time I thought about it. People at the conference must have thought I had developed some sort of strange habit of walking around with my coat over my arm 24/7, but it was the only way I could keep them from noticing.'

Nick's arms had come up around Warrick and he held him tight, feeling the heat radiating off of his man and very aware he already was hard.

'I think you might wanna get that coat out again,' Nick said suggestively, moving his hips just a little, but enough to press his own growing erection against Warrick's. 'You don't want to shock those innocent bystanders even more, don't you.'

'Like I care,' Warrick stated, shrugging, before pulling his shirt out of his pants one-handed to cover himself up anyway. They reluctantly let go of each other and Warrick grabbed his bag again.

'Where are you parked?' he asked Nick.

'Just outside the exit,' Nick answered. 'You don't think I'd walk all the way from the parking garage looking like this, don't you.'

'Damn,' Warrick muttered. 'So there's no way I can press you up against the car somewhere out of view of the security camera and fuck you senseless within the next few minutes?'

'Nope,' Nick grinned, 'you just gotta keep your hands to yourself for a little longer.'

Warrick's jaw dropped when he saw the car Nick had brought. A rented crew cab pick up with loads of space and windows dark enough to make sure no bystander could see what was happening inside, at least not unless they really pressed their nose against the windows.

'You really did plan this, didn't you?' Warrick asked, amazed.

Nick ducked his head a little, a shy smile on his lips. 'Well, you asked for it, and you know I'm an accommodating kind of guy. Now get in, so I can give you a proper welcome back kiss.'

'Stokes, you're not thinking of getting it on right in front of McCarran airport at a no-parking zone of all places, are you?' Warrick said while getting in the car.

Nick sat down next to him in the driver's seat. The moment he sat down he started unbuttoning his shirt again, making his look an exact copy of two nights ago. 'Of course not,' he answered, looking innocent. 'But I recall someone telling me they'd be having difficulties keeping their hands off of me, so I thought I'd come prepared for whatever you plan to do. Hence the dark windows.'

He turned to Warrick, shirt all the way open. The airco of the car made him shiver, and Warrick's intense gaze only intensified that.

'What are ya waiting for?' Nick asked. 'Come on Rick, kiss me like you mean it!'

Warrick didn't need any further invitation. He scooted over to Nick, grabbed him by his belt and yanked him closer. Next thing Nick knew he was lying almost completely on his back, his head against the door and one arm on the steering wheel to keep himself in a somewhat upright position, before he was completely covered by his lover. Their faces close and lips almost touching, taking a moment before finally giving in to temptation.

Nick's eyes fluttered shut at the first touch of Warrick's tongue, slowly outlining his lips before he closed his mouth over Nick's again in a hard, demanding kiss. One of Warrick's arms managed to work itself between the seat and Nick's back, pulling him even closer. Nick arched up against him, trying to make as much contact as humanly possible from the awkward angle he was lying in. He felt Warrick moan into their kiss and somewhere in the back of his head he knew they had to move before the officer that had asked him to move the car earlier would start knocking on the car window again. But it felt too damn good to be in Warrick's arms, well, arm, again and feel his man's weight on top of him.

Too soon to his likings, Warrick drew back a little, feral grin on his face.

'I suggest we're gonna find some place more private right about now,' he said, his free hand stroking Nick's abs and trailing lower every time he moved downwards. 'Because if we don't, I am gonna fuck you right here and I'm not gonna give one good goddamn about whoever comes banging on the window.

Nick shuddered, the lustful tone in Warrick's voice was undeniable.

'Hold on for a little longer Rick,' he answered, while he reluctantly pushed Warrick off of him and got back into a sitting position to start the car. His hard cock was trapped in the tight pants and he tried to adjust himself to a more comfortable position, when he felt Warrick's hand take over, stroking him through the soft leather. He instinctively spread his legs a little and let his head fall back against the head rest while a dark husky voice whispered in his ear.

'I loved the way you looked baby,' Warrick said, mouth so close to Nick's ear he felt the puffs of breath caressing his skin. 'Sitting on your bed against all those pillows, all decadent and relaxed, shirt open, looking like a wet dream come true. And when you opened your pants and took your boner out without even taking the time to strip those pants all the way off… I almost came right then and there.'

The moment he felt Warrick's hand, Nick knew he was done for. That man never failed to ignite every fiber in his body and there was just no way he could refuse him, no matter what. Desperately trying to keep his composure and come up with enough coordination to operate the vehicle, he felt Warrick's hands move to his belt.

'Ri-ick,' he said, and damn his voice was close to a whine. 'You gotta wait a minute man, we can't stay here, I have to drive this car somewhere else.'

And when Warrick didn't make any effort of keeping his hands to himself, he added: 'I promise to make it up to you, okay?'

Warrick finally withdrew his hands when Nick started the car and drove off, but kept sitting close to him, nibbling on the soft skin of his neck and placing kissing on every piece of skin he could reach. The withdrawal didn't last long, as Nick already had expected, and the moment they left the airport behind and took a left turn he felt one hand sneak up his thigh again while another hand crept up around his shoulder, pulling him against his man.

'Sorry,' Warrick murmured, not sounding sorry at all, 'but I've been wanting you so bad for three days now, and seeing you the night before yesterday only made it worse. I need you Nick, right now.'

Nick bit back a moan at those words, and almost floored the throttle to get to his destination as quickly as he could. Which wasn't easy at all, because he had to fight the urge to let his head fall back and close his eyes to enjoy his lover's ministrations.

'Jesus Rick,' he hissed when Warrick started palming his erection. 'Please cut that out or we'll end up in a ditch somewhere.'

Warrick complied this time, a bit too quick and way too easy to Nick's likings, and scooted over to his own side a little, taking his hands off of Nick again. Nick took a deep breath and tried to focus on driving. Only five more minutes, he guessed. He could do that without killing them in the process.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Warrick moving in his seat. He couldn't refuse to take a quick look to see what his lover was up to now, and when he did, he immediately wished he hadn't.

Because Warrick had the exact same look on his face he saw on his laptop two nights ago, and Nick could almost feel his eyes on him. But the worst part was the fact that Warrick had started to take off his shirt and was working on his shoes now, obviously planning on getting undressed sometime soon. Completely distracted, Nick swerved into the wrong lane and only a shout from Warrick made him swerve back just in time to miss a truck coming from the opposite direction.

'Okay, that does it,' Nick growled, while he parked his car in the first vacant spot he could find, which happened to be somewhere on the Strip. He removed his LVPD-sign he'd used to park at the airport from the front window and turned off the engine, turning towards Warrick.

Warrick looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes, thinking maybe he'd gone too far this time, but that doubt was fading with lightning speed when Nick reached across his stomach and pulled the handle to recline the seat, causing Warrick to fall flat on his back with an 'oompf'.

'You trying to kill us?' Nick asked, stern expression on his face that was in total contradiction to the glint in his eyes. He locked the car doors from the inside before he placed one hand on each side of Warrick's head, looming over him without touching.

'Stokes, I'm trying to seduce you,' Warrick answered. 'Is it working yet?'

Nick couldn't help but chuckle at the way Warrick tried to keep an innocent look in his eyes, which was pretty much contradicted by the fact that he had managed to get out of his shoes and socks and was working on his jeans now.

'Let me see,' Nick said, pretending to think about it. 'I haven't seen you in a few days, we're out of sight for everybody around us and you're getting naked.'

He lowered his head until their lips almost touched. 'Yeah, I'd say it's working,' he drawled, before pressing his lips against Warrick's in a searing kiss. Warrick wrapped one arm around Nick, pulling him down on top of his chest, while trying to get out of his jeans with the other one. Nick noticed his lover wriggling under him and drew back a little.

'You doing all right there?' he asked, slightly bemused. 'Cause if you were going for the suave look, you're failing horribly bro.'

'I was going for the 'I'm desperate to fuck my man-look', Warrick answered, frowning. 'But if you insist on ruining the moment I'll be going for the 'I need to bag some Z's after three days of conference-look.'

Nick dipped his head again, licking a hot trail from his lover's shoulder to his ear, before whispering: 'No you're not. I want you to fuck me right here. I need to feel you deep inside me, been needing that for days now.'

He watched Warrick eyes go black from hearing his demand. The slightest chance on getting a bad mood was forgotten and using two hands now, Warrick quickly discarded his jeans, tossing them somewhere on the back seat. As soon as he lay down again, Nick turned a bit to free his leg from under the steering wheel and climbed on top of Warrick, straddling him.

Nick looked down at Warrick, lying naked under him, and knew that any ideas he may have had about backing out of having sex in a public place like the Strip in the middle of the day were gone by now. The noise coming from the people outside was probably loud enough to cover any noise they'd make and besides, he didn't want to wait until they got home.

Warrick's hands came up, caressing his chest in the same way Nick had done it himself two days ago. Memory still fresh, Nick bit his lip to stifle a moan and grinded his hips against Warrick's, pressing their erections together. Warrick grabbed the loose ends of Nick's shirt and pulled him flush on top of him.

'This look is so goddamn hot Nicky,' he murmured, running his hands over Nick's back, stroking the muscles of his back through the soft fabric of his loose-fitting silk shirt. 'It's a shame I'm gonna have to take these clothes off.'

He let his hands wander to Nick's shoulders and, sliding his hands inside the collar, he slowly took it off. Nick closed his eyes again to focus on the sensations caused by Warrick's warm and slightly callused hands, combined with the cool soft fabric sliding over his skin.

As soon as the shirt had joined Warrick's jeans somewhere in the back, Nick lay back down on Warrick, tangling their legs together and grinding his hips against Warrick again.

Nick wasn't sure if it was Warrick's memory about his look or the fact that they, although invisible to the rest of the world, were in a public place, but one of those two - or perhaps both - seemed to skyrocket Warrick's arousal.

His arms were wrapped around Nick, cupping his ass to pull him as close as possible.

'God Nick, I want you,' he groaned, twisting his hips a bit to get as much friction as possible, 'Please tell me you've got lube and a condom stashed in here somewhere.'

Nick nodded, mischievous smile on his face. 'I've thought about those. I didn't practice getting out of these,' he gestured to his leather pants, 'in a confined space though.'

'Since you are in boy scout mode, there must be a pocket knife somewhere,' Warrick answered, 'and I'll personally cut you out of it if I have to.'

Nick rolled off of Warrick and after one failing attempt he managed to get out of his pants, Warrick watching his every move and stroking himself. Seeing Warrick like that was a view that never missed its effect on Nick, and it sure as hell didn't this time. He reached for the lube and condom he'd stashed in the dash board and rolled back on top of Warrick, hissing when their cocks finally touched without any clothing between them. He looked his man in the eyes, dark pupils with only a thin line of green around them, and he knew he'd probably had the same look in his own eyes. It never failed to amaze him how easily he became totally overcome with lust whenever Warrick touched him.

Warrick's hands moved to his ass again, fingers getting closer to his opening with every move, teasing him with only the lightest of touches. Nick felt so turned on that he seriously doubted if he could hold off his orgasm long enough for Warrick to actually fuck him.

'Warrick,' he moaned, 'come on man, I'm going crazy here.'

Warrick pulled him closer for another searing kiss, before pushing them both up in a sitting position again and getting the seat back up. He uncapped the lube and slicked his fingers, before bringing his hand back to Nick's ass again, this time going directly to his goal. He entered Nick with one finger, trying to keep a calm pace. Slowly moving his finger in and almost out, he wrapped his other arm around Nick's waist to prevent him from pushing back too much. Soon Nick looked at him with a look close to desperation on his face.

'More,' was all Nick panted. Warrick quickly complied, adding another finger and quickening the pace. Nick couldn't do anything but drop his head on Warrick's shoulder to muffle his moans and grip the base of his cock firmly in order not to come. Finally, his man seemed to take pity on him. He gently removed his fingers and grabbed the condom that Nick had dropped next to his leg. Nick moved back a little to give him enough room to put the condom on and add some lube, taking those few seconds to take some deep breaths and get his body somewhat under control again.

As soon as Warrick leaned back in the seat again, Nick used the headrest for leverage and slowly impaled himself on his lover's hard cock. He knew it was the best way to make Warrick loose his control and it didn't miss its effect this time. His man braced his feet on the floor and thrust up quickly a few times, burying himself to the hilt.

Nick took a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, before he slowly started moving up and down, changing his angle every time until a loud moan escaped him when Warrick hit his prostate.

'O yeah,' Warrick breathed, 'just like that baby.'

Nick felt two hands take a firm grip on his hips when Warrick took over the lead, thrusting hard and upping the pace a little each time. Bracing himself with one hand against the headrest, he wrapped his other hand around his leaking erection, stroking it in time with Warrick's thrusts. There was no way they could draw this out, desire too strong and the need for release too all-consuming.

Nick fought to keep his eyes open, drinking in the view of his man; head fallen back, eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. He could always tell when Warrick was about to come, grip on his hips getting harder, pace getting even faster, moans and other noises getting louder, until he went completely still for a few seconds before a look of pure bliss appeared on his face.

It was that look of complete surrender and complete ecstasy that made Nick come as well, falling forward into Warrick's arms as all strength to keep himself upright seemed to have vanished.

They stayed like that, breathing each other in and enjoying the closeness, until Nick noticed something that felt suspiciously like his man trying to contain his laughter.

'What?' He gasped, not even believing Warrick was capable of forming some kind of coherent thought right now.

'Stokes,' Warrick answered, grinning, 'we just had sex in a car in broad daylight in the middle of the friggin Strip.'

Nick looked around him as if he was noticing his surroundings for the first time since they got there, then dropped his head on Warrick's shoulder again.

'I can't believe we just did that,' he groaned. 'I kinda planned for us to drive to a quiet spot outside of town and have sex in the great outdoors instead of risking our careers in a car in the middle of Vegas.'

Warrick tightened his arms around Nick, nuzzling the crook of his neck. 'Don't say I didn't warn you,' he murmured. 'I told you what would happen if you'd come pick me up dressed like that.'

Nick looked at him from under his eyelashes. 'Yeah, but I didn't think I'd end up butt naked in your lap somewhere on the Strip.'

He slowly stretched a few muscles, trying to move off of Warrick and back to his seat again. 'And I have no idea how I'm gonna get dressed again. Pants are not the most easy to get into.'

Warrick shrugged, grabbing his own clothes from the back seat and cleaning himself up a bit with his shirt. 'Just put on your shirt, park the car against your house and make a run for the front door.'

He looked intently at Nick, who was putting his shirt back on. 'On second thought,' he grinned, 'make that run for the bedroom. Because I think I'd like to get you out of those clothes at least one more time.'