Title: Leather Cowboy
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick & Warrick
Summary: Sometimes we think that absolutely nothing can take precedence over something we truly need. Other times it takes another person to show us that our priorities may not always be in the right order...
Warnings: Some bondage, and pretty much a PWP...

Sometimes there's absolutely nothing that can take precedence over a nice, soft and comfy bed.

Even the mere thought of his big soft pillow was enough to make him groan, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. Exhaustion was what he'd been feeling a few hours ago; at the moment he doubted there were even words for this.

A small smile broke free the closer he got to home. He passed another block, and with each one it made him a bit happier, stretching the smile a bit farther each time.

Not once had he ever called a place home. It wasn't that his Grandmother hadn't given him a loving environment to grow up in, but he just hadn't felt like he'd truly belonged wherever it was that he was living. The mere thought of feeling attached to a place had always seemed arbitrary, and he hadn't spent any time really caring about where he was.

At least that was the case before Nick had come along. There were a lot of times when he should have seriously kicked himself hard, as he thought back on it. Although the memory of the time when Nick had finally slammed his locker, saying ‘screw it' before he'd felt the handle of his own locker digging painfully into his back still made him chuckle. It had been the most incredible feeling in the world.

The realization that he had just sped up another five miles per hour didn't really phase him in the slightest. Instead he actually considered speeding up another ten miles per hour and possibly even using the lights and a siren. Although the thought of having to explain to Brass and even worse, to Grissom, that he'd been speeding to get home so that he could get into bed with Nick was enough to keep him at a fairly reasonable speed.

There wasn't a single wasted second as he sped up into the driveway, hitting the breaks hard before throwing the truck into park. His feet hit the cement hard, and he barely remembered to lock the doors in his haste to get inside.

Everything from the well-groomed lawn to the goofy ‘beware of dog' sign that Nick's nephew had made a few years back, made him feel right at home. Which made him grin, because he'd never once thought that he'd feel this way. Head over heels just didn't do justice for what Nick had done to him. Of course there weren't really adequate descriptions concerning anything about Nick.

The second he was in the door he had already forgotten about the shitty double shift from hell that had been rough for all of them. Except for Nick, that is, and he had to admit that he was glad to take the extra shift if it meant Nick could keep his night off. Especially on the case they had had to deal with. Instead, the only thing he could think about was how much he preferred Nick's house to his old apartment.

It was nice to enter a room with living things. He liked the massive loads of pictures that threatened to overflow practically every shelf. The way the books were bulging from the shelves in places still made him laugh at times. Even the golden retriever lying on the big rug was enough to make him feel more at home than he ever had in his own lifeless, stereotypical bachelor pad.

Only a second later the mood was broken when he felt a thick rope wrap around his chest. He nearly screamed, but his voice faltered when the rope tightened and he was spun around. His eyes weren't the only thing to bulge when he saw the rope Nick was holding tightly in his hands.

Which made him do a double take, because he couldn't remember ever seeing Nick in this outfit before, and it would've been impossible to forget those gloves. But there was definitely no mistaking the leather boots, leading up to the tight pants, covered with the most beautiful leather chaps. By the time his eyes made it up past the oversized belt, complete with an authentic holster, past the red button up shirt and leather vest he couldn't gather up the strength it would take to close his jaw.

And then he kept going, eyes reaching the bandana that hugged the gorgeous muscles of Nick's neck. The genuine cowboy hat was more than just the icing to the cake and he couldn't hold back the moan when all thoughts of his bed shifted from sleeping in it to another, far more vigorous option that he hadn't even thought of as a possibility before. His breath hitched in his throat when his eyes finally came to rest on Nick's face.

He'd seen that feral grin before. The dark orbs actually made him shudder in complete bliss. It wasn't long before he felt himself being dragged slowly across the room, and when he looked down he let out a quiet chuckle. "Leave it to you to know how to tie a fucking lasso..."

"Oh yeah- and I'm damn good at it too- tell me ‘Rick can ya move your arms?" And now Warrick didn't even have a word for the smile on Nick's face, because feral wasn't enough.

But he'd been challenged, and even Nicky couldn't get him to just give up. Except the fact that he could barely lift his arms made him curse silently. Until the mere thought of what his Nicky could do to his immobile body started to permeate his sleep deprived mind.

Then those gloved hands were holding onto both sides of his face, and his panting was the only thing he could hear before Nick chuckled and kissed him. Hard.

The slight stubble on Nick's face only made it even more intense, making his skin tingle once their lips parted and he felt them latch onto his neck.

It wasn't long before he'd lost track of what was his own sweat and what was saliva that had been left behind by Nick's blaze of hard, agile kisses, which had yet to stop. After another loud moan he felt Nick shift, pressing their bodies even closer together. The mere heat radiating off of Nick in waves was enough to snap Warrick out of his shocked daze. And the moment he felt the lasso wrapped around him loosen ever so slightly he smiled before slipping an arm free.

Once he was sure that Nick's attention was diverted solely on his neck, he decided it was safe to free his other arm as well. Seconds later he could feel Nick's lips traveling back up his neck, the man making sure no spot was missed as he moved on to Warrick's chin.

Then their lips met again, and Warrick had to hold back the chuckle when Nick tried to protest as soon as he took control. Every word was cut off by his lips, sucking on Nick's tongue, lips, while his hands forcefully secure Nick's leather clad wrists down by his side. Glad that he'd been working out a little more he smiled into the kiss, happy of the fact that he could still overpower the shorter man. If Nick was even trying, although he quickly moved past that thought, because he just didn't give a damn.

His feet moved purposefully, forcing Nick to keep backing up. When his leg pushed between Nick's thighs and hit the wall he quickly pulled the other's arms up well over their heads. He pushed forward, forcing their bodies flush against each other, taking extra care to line up their cocks. Except when he started grinding against Nick it wasn't right.

For the first time since he had taken control he stepped back, giving Nick a questioning glance before letting his eyes travel down. "What the fuck, man?"

Nick was quickly stumbling for words, trying to form an actual sentence that might be comprehensible. And, under the circumstances he was pretty damn proud to be able to gasp out, "Y-you... fi-find out... un-unwrap me..."

That was all the invitation that Warrick needed. Though he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know why Nick wasn't even remotely hard after the most intense kisses they'd shared in months he had to admit that his curiosity was piqued. Which was why he didn't waste any time latching his lips onto Nick's neck, paying careful attention to all of the spots he knew could drive the man absolutely wild.

The proof of which was clearly evident in the moans that somehow seemed to retain the man's knack for gaining an extremely powerful Texan accent when aroused. He briefly managed to wonder if moans could have their own accents before he felt himself fall on top of Nick's body.

Not entirely sure how they had managed to get to the bed so quickly, and without running into anything was beyond him, but the second he felt Nick squirming to break free from his grip he refocused his attention on making those squirms become even more frequent. It was the sight of the ropes already tied to the corner posts of the bed frame that made him let out another moan before he forced out a quiet growl. "Don't move."

There was no room for arguing, even if he had been capable. The sensations being created by Warrick were beyond intense, making him moan and writhe even more.

He wasn't sure if it was the clothes, or Nick's attitude, but he just couldn't bring himself to undo the tight leather chaps adorning those perfect legs. Instead he decided to move up, teasingly toying with the bandana. While he couldn't see it himself, he could tell by the sudden whimper that there was undoubtedly an evil glint in his eyes.

Without ever taking his eyes off Nick's he slowly started pushing the soft fabric up over the rough stubble of the man's five o'clock shadow. The dark, nearly black orbs darkened even more, growing wider when Warrick retied the fabric, forcing it into Nick's mouth. Those eyes never once left him as his nimble fingers quickly went to work on the buttons of the red shirt.

He ignored the questioning glance, and he decided not to explain why he wasn't taking off the vest. No matter how hard he tried though, he just couldn't go long without looking back up into those eyes, the confusion and curiosity mixed with pure unadulterated love. Okay, so maybe not quite so unadulterated, because he couldn't deny the lust and need that was unbelievably clear.

His fingers quickly undid another button, allowing his hands to roam across firm smooth muscles. A quick glance upwards told him that Nick knew exactly what he was about to do, and he slowed his fingers pace, teasing Nick even more, smiling when he noticed that the man hadn't moved his arms. It didn't take long to reach his goal, except that he hadn't been expecting the feel of cool metal.

His hands pulled back quickly, not wasting any time unbuttoning the rest of the shirt, and easing it off Nick's powerful arms, making sure the vest stayed in place. The sight of the metal clamps they had only used once or twice was a bit of a surprise, although it drew another moan from him as he felt his cock twitch in pure need. He quickly pulled Nick's arms up, before carefully tying the ropes around Nick's wrists, hoping the gloves would provide enough comfort against the rough threaded rope.

Knowing that neither one of them wanted it to end too quickly he forced himself to slowly drag his hands along Nick's body, briefly pulling on the chain that connected the two nipple clamps.

He offered Nick the most bestial smirk he could muster when he heard the whimper that even the gag couldn't hold back. Finally, unable to hold himself back any longer he quickly started working on Nick's pants, doing his best to undo them without undoing the belt or chaps. It was an awkward effort, but the moment he had them freed from over those boots he knew it'd been worthwhile. Before allowing his gaze to travel back up Nick's body he quickly tied the ropes over the thick boots, making sure they were positioned so that his legs were completely immobile.

It was when he looked back up that he froze, eyes landing on nick's groin instead of the eyes he'd been seeking. The sight of Nick's cock being restrained in a small leather pouch was almost too much, and he literally jumped back up the bed, trying to catch his breath. He quickly stuck his finger inside his mouth before quickly sliding it down, only to find his goal obstructed by a thick metal object.

A quick glance confirmed the presence of a thick butt plug, and he groaned loudly. He quickly undid Nick's gag, taking in a large gasp of air while he listened to the unrestrained moaning from the writhing body underneath him. "God Nicky... h-how long?"

"S-since y-you left... oh God... take me, please damnit, just- just do it..."

Those words were more than enough for him, and he quickly pulled back, long enough to free himself of his clothes before quickly straddling Nick's hips once more. It took one more desperate glance from Nick, before he quickly freed the plug, and repositioned himself, grateful for the fact that Nick was already lubed up and ready, because there was no way he'd be able to hold back any longer.

He slid in with one long, hard stroke, pounding away mercilessly while one hand took hold of the chain on the clamps, pulling on them in rhythm to his thrusts. Watching Nick strain to free his hands made him even more desperate, as he thrust even harder, his other hand eventually managing to take hold of Nick's bound cock, rubbing and squeezing the leather pouch while relishing the desperate sounds it was drawing from those swollen lips.

Warrick didn't last much longer, crying out in release. It was all he could do to not drop down and collapse on top of his lover in fatigation. Though he'd never quite be sure how he managed to keep going, driving himself as deep as possible, leaving them both moaning desperately.

Somehow, in the midst of it all he managed to gather enough brainpower to free Nick's cock, watching in slight amusement and fully in lust as it grew rock hard faster than he'd ever seen it happen before. Neither one lasted much longer, both crying out as they came.

Unable to catch his breath he finally let himself fall forward, collapsing into the sweat soaked sheets. The feeling of Nick's bare hands hardly registered until he remembered that he hadn't untied Nick. Only when he looked up he noticed the gloves still lying there, the ropes securely fastened around the wrists.

The fact that Nick hadn't freed himself earlier made him smile, and he didn't waste any time snuggling in closer to Nick's body which was still radiating waves of heat. Neither one felt like moving, and when he felt bare feet and leather chaps moving ever so slightly against his own legs he knew that he'd been conned.

Even after Nick pulled away, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes and hauling Warrick up so they could go into their bedroom, which made him pause because he had failed to realize they were even in the guestroom to begin with. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that everything had gone the way Nick had wanted it to go in the first place.

But after they had finally cuddled up together in their bed, sleep overtaking them, he decided that he didn't give a damn. The feel of holding Nick in his arms, the feeling of actually being in love was more than worth a con like this.