Title: Damn Tease
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and 'Rick
Summary: This means war. It started with some innocent singing, but Warrick will be damned before he lets the lab techs win their latest scheme.
Warning: M/M sex (as if that's a surprise with these two boys…) :) And some kinkiness that just had to be thrown in. (*sigh* if only this could really happen…)

The singing was bad enough. He loved hearing Nick sing, but he preferred it to be to him and in their house. Not to the lab techs in order to get results.

That had nearly pushed him to the edge.

And their power happy actions hadn't stopped their. Now they had Catherine wearing a ridiculous hat whenever she went out into the desert on a case. Which, in its own right, was highly amusing, even though it was still better than the straw atrocity Grissom had hidden somewhere in his office so no one could accidentally leave it a bit too close to a lit Bunsen burner.

But if they thought they'd be able to make Nick start to take his clothes off they had another thing coming. And while he doubted that they'd ever find a good enough reason to get it to actually happen, there was no denying the fact that the lab techs were diabolical.

The worst part of it all had been when a case at a costume shop had come in a few days after he'd first heard rumors of what the lab techs were planning. Overhearing Hodges, Wendy, and Jacqui discussing which costumes would look best on the Texan had made his blood boil. When he saw Jacqui hold up a bright pink G-string he had almost burst into the room screaming at the top of his lungs.

Even the thought that he'd been so close to doing so made him sigh, because only Nick could even come close to making Warrick lose his cool.

It was a whole week later before he heard that their plan was finally being put into action, and that in a few hours they'd have Nick just where they wanted him.

Not even five minutes later and Warrick had convinced Grissom to let him stay at the lab, where he was currently stationed filling out paperwork. Right where he could keep a close eye on Jacqui, because if anything went down she wouldn't miss out on it. If that meant he had to tail her every time she left the lab, even if it was only to go to the bathroom, he certainly didn't mind.

It was somewhere around the fortieth time he'd gone to tail her that he finally had something to show for it. Because the way she was peeking cautiously around the corner he knew it was all about to go down. When she met up with Wendy in the hallway he bit down on his tongue.

He still had no idea what they were planning on doing, but he wasn't about to let them get their paws on his Nick. Something he wasn't so sure he'd be able to do on his own once he saw the growing mass of lab techs gathering.

Warrick followed them cautiously, not entirely sure he wanted to know what exactly they were planning. Of course with the added people he had to be a bit more careful about following them, since they were constantly glancing over their shoulders for any sign or hint of an unwelcome person tailing them. After a few more moments of tailing the group, it was blatantly obvious just where they were going.

And the locker room was definitely not the place where he wanted Nick to get cornered.

Except by the time he got there he was almost positive he was too late. He could hear one of the showers running as he opened the door and it didn't take long to recognize the sound of someone flushing a toilet. After that he could distinctly remember seeing Hodges scurry out of the shower area carrying a towel and looking more smug than he'd ever looked before just as he heard a loud yelp with a distinct Texan accent.

By the time the man was out of his sight, Warrick was practically seeing little more than red, and he knew he may as well have been painted green. Because there was just no way that those conniving rats were going to see his man naked.

He stepped into the room fully, just in time to see Nick dart out towards his locker with nothing but a skimpy washcloth to cover himself, which was hardly effective, considering the fact that he was sporting an erection. In an instant Warrick was moving, hoping to save his man from the clutches of his new mortal enemies. Except that by the time he was even in the room Nick had nearly been surrounded, his back pressed against his locker, as he shot glares at everyone in the room while doing his best to keep what remained of his dignity with both hands and the washcloth.

It was when Wendy held up a hanger with what was obviously not your normal police uniform that he started seething. Then when Archie held up a police hat, Warrick started to move closer. By the time Jacqui finally held up a jockstrap that was unbelievably pink, he'd definitely had enough.

Quickly plowing through the crowd of lab techs who were all smiling mercilessly at Nick he made sure that his movements nearly sent some of them to the floor. It didn't take him long to reach the center of the crowd, and it really wasn't hard to ignore the hissing and boos as he planted himself firmly between Nick and the lab techs. A few of his best glares, ones he reserved for suspects that had been known to make plenty of them break down, and most of the lab techs scurried for the door, nervous that they might actually be the victims of a mass homicide.

He quickly turned his attention to the six remaining lab techs, and after a few more moments both Mandy and Wendy were hightailing it for the door. Archie was next, followed by Hodges who threw the suit at Jacqui, before wishing her luck. That left them down to Bobby and Jacqui, both of whom looked like they weren't going to budge until they got what they wanted.

After a few more minutes of them not budging, and Warrick was starting to get impatient.

"Get out of here Brown- this is between us and Stokes." Jacqui took a valiant step forward, only to be rewarded by another glare as Warrick took a more defensive stance.

"Like hell it is. You leave my man alone- or you won't be bothering anyone for a long time. Believe me- it's hard to bother anyone from the grave."

He didn't realize until after he'd said it out loud just what had brought on the sudden massive smile on both the lab techs faces. It took a few more moments before it actually registered that he'd outed them both to what would soon be the entire lab.

Before he could even attempt to rectify the mistake, the two were gone, and Warrick nearly collapsed onto the floor when he realized that he'd probably just played right into their hands, letting their power trip continue.

Except that he could feel Nick's wet arms wrapping around him, and the sincere "Thank you," that Nick offered was more than enough of a reward. Even more so when he felt the erection digging into his back.

His hands immediately sought out Nick's ass, and he grinned widely when he heard the washcloth fall to the floor. Using his strength he started forcing Nick's body to grind against his own. He let out a piteous moan when Nick finally pulled away from him, and if it hadn't been for the regretful look on Nick's face he wouldn't have found it too easy to forgive the Texan.

"Sorry, 'Rick, but… I've got a lot to do before shift ends- I wish I had more time- believe me, I do, but…"

"Yeah, yeah- go on and finish that shower. I'll get you another towel."

Warrick spent the rest of the night sitting carefully at one of the tables in the layout room, his body practically pressed against the side of the table with his legs spread as wide as possible beneath it in an attempt to lessen the pressure of his jeans that had become far more snug after he'd rescued Nick. It was hard to keep his attention on his work, considering the fact that he had a naked Nick on his mind, and he was still keeping a close eye on Jacqui who still looked far too pleased with herself for his comfort.

After another hour of accomplishing what paperwork he could, Catherine peeked her head into the door. "You need something?" It was really just his way of trying to be polite, and he really wasn't planning on moving until the end of shift when no one would be paying close enough attention to question the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Oh, I was just wondering why Nick took off an hour early. Thought you might know a little something about it. After all, you just made me a very rich woman."

That made Warrick groan, because there was no doubt in his mind that everyone in the lab knew that he was sleeping with Nick. And even the thought that some had been suspicious enough that they'd place bets made him wonder if they were more obvious than either of them thought.

"I don't know why he left." It was the safe answer, and he decided to just ignore the issue of the bet entirely. The moment she left is when it really hit him.

If Nick had left early, then he definitely hadn't been too busy to go for a quickie in the showers. That thought nearly made him see red once more, although he had to admit that there were more reasons why they shouldn't be getting it on in the locker room. Not that it had ever stopped either of them before from meeting up their on their breaks instead of in the break room.

And seeing that he hadn't taken a break for the whole night, it wasn't like they would've really been doing it while on duty.

By the time he was actually heading home there were too many questions for him to even count. And each and every one of them had to do with why Nick had turned him down. If he was certain of anything at the moment, it was that this was something he'd be making Nick repay him for, for a long time to come.

He didn't waste any time whatsoever charging into their home, not bothering to even watch where is keys landed as he tossed them towards the kitchen counter. After a quick search through the house, with no sight of Nick anywhere to be found and he was starting to get even more frustrated.

It wasn't a long debate with himself before he decided that he'd go ahead and just go to bed. Nick would have to come home sometime before the next shift, and at the moment Warrick was almost looking forward to giving the man a piece of his mind. That and a firm lecture about being more observant of his towel and other possessions while in the locker room.

He quickly peeled off his shoes, followed shortly by his socks, not bothering to really aim for the hamper when he decided that Nick ought to pick them up anyway after this. Too irritated to actually want to sleep in the buff, he shed his shirt and pants quickly before moving to lie down.

Just seconds before he fell into his bed he felt both of his arms being jerked back, and before he could even cry out he felt cold metal wrap around both of his wrists. The quiet click that followed didn't go unnoticed either, and he cringed when he realized that his hands had been cuffed behind his back.

He would've been downright terrified when he felt the nightstick press against his neck if he hadn't caught a quick glimpse of the A&M ring on his supposed assaulter's hand. That still didn't keep him from wincing when he was roughly pulled back, and he couldn't help but wonder just where he was being forced to go to.

Unable to do anything more than let the nightstick pressed against his neck guide him he did his best not to stumble, let alone fall due to the fast pace Nick was pulling him along at. With his arms secured firmly behind his back, it was all he could do to stay on his own two legs.

A few moments later and he was finally rewarded. Not quite sure how he hadn't noticed the obvious changes to the guest room when he'd first peeked in to find Nick, there was no way he could ignore it anymore.

It took a few moments for him to realize that all the furniture was actually in a stack on the far side of the room, with a few sheets thrown over the pile. All he could really focus on was the chair sitting in the middle of the room, facing a pole that ran from a small platform about a foot high all the way to the ceiling. He didn't have much of a chance to even notice the numerous lights spread around the floor before he was pushed down onto the seat.

"Nick- what the fuck? How much did all this cost?"

The first response he got was for Nick to wrap what he'd later find out was the very same G-string Jacqui had shown the other lab techs. That followed by the low throaty whisper, "After a few well calculated years of planning, I've finally decided the pot was big enough to make my move. Believe me- this won't even put a dent in the amount that Catherine owes me. Although she did get a better deal after she showed me some of her old moves…"

Warrick's eyes went wide for a moment, when he realized that Nick had somehow planned this whole thing. His shock was quickly replaced by a warm smile when he realized, that even if Nick wasn't going to say the words out loud, that he was finally all too comfortable with moving their relationship into the open. And if that meant they were sitting on a large sum of money then he was okay with it.

That thought, and almost all others vanished from his mind when the entire room turned pitch black. He could hear Nick moving around, and he craned his neck to try and see where his man had gone to. When the lights that had been placed around the floor turned on he couldn't even think to keep his mouth closed.

The last thing he had really expected was for those lights to be pointed directly at the small stand, but more so that Nick, in the police uniform that Hodges had been holding, along with the hat, standing right there. It might've been the lights and how they nearly made his tanned skin glow, or the uniform added to the all too serious look written on Nick's face, but he had never, in all his time wanted to pounce the man more.

And that was definitely saying something.

His breath caught in his throat just as he let out a loud moan once Nick started to rotate his hips, each time around making the motion a bit further from his original stance. He was completely captivated as his eyes took in each and every move Nick made. It was all he could even manage to do to keep himself from actually drooling when the first button of the uniform was undone.

When he started gyrating his hips even more forcefully, while undoing more buttons at a torturous pace Warrick couldn't help but nod his head a little in hopes that Nick might hurry up and keep his teasing to a minimum. At the moment, all he really wanted was to feel Nick's tight heat engulfing him. Which was unfortunate, because by the look in his man's eyes, this was going to last a lot longer than he'd imagined, and there wasn't much time that by the time Nick actually gave in to what he wanted that he'd be a gibbering pile of mush who'd have no qualms about begging.

True to the feral look in his eyes, Nick swung around just as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Warrick was even more shocked that instead of simply turning back around Nick took hold of the pole, and used it to swing himself around so that he was facing Warrick once more.

He really wasn't sure whether he wanted to be looking directly into Nick's eyes, or if he wanted to focus on the way Nick was grinding slowly against the pole. Because it was all just too much to take in all at once. Another few swift moves had him in even more of a stupor because he couldn't remember Nick ever mentioning that he was more than skilled and quite adept at pole dancing.

He was panting by the time Nick had finally removed his shirt, and he could feel the fabric of his boxer briefs tightening even more along with a growing wet spot. The whole 'performance' was more than enough to have his erection leaking, and doing enough begging for attention on its own for him to even have to speak.

Nick still wasn't done though, and from all the strip clubs he'd ever been in this was by far the most intense, and well beyond the best that he'd ever witnessed. And considering that he wasn't even taking how much he cared about Nick into account that was more than impressive. When he started toying with his fly Warrick had finally had enough.

"Get your fuckin' ass… here- now."

"Don't tell me that you treat all officers this way, boy, or I might have to knock some sense right out of you."

But it seemed to do the trick, and Nick didn't waste any time turning around, before grinding against the pole a bit more and then leaning forward, giving Warrick the best view of Nick's ass that he'd seen since the whole locker room 'incident'.

Another loud moan escaped from him when he watched Nick's fingers firmly clasp the base of the tight pants. When he quickly stood back up, Warrick finally noticed that the pants were actually held together by extremely well hidden buttons. That or he'd just been too mesmerized by Nick to even notice, and the second he was greeted by the sight of Nick's ass framed by the pink straps of a snug jockstrap he was too blindsided to give a damn.

After that Nick's actions were practically a blur, although he could distinctly remember watching his man use his tongue to thoroughly lubricate the nightstick before sliding it right into his ass. He'd never be sure of how much time had passed, but he was certain that he'd never been so desperate for Nick to finally pull his boxers down to his ankles before latching onto his already throbbing cock with those lips and tongue that could perform deeds that could bring anyone to their knees begging for more.

Warrick would've leapt out of the chair had it been physically possible when Nick suddenly deepthroated him while simultaneously thrusting the night stick up into his ass. And he'd never be sure how he hadn't noticed the hole in his seat that was apparently situated just below his ass until now.

It would've been more than enough to make him come, except that Nick had pulled his mouth back just enough so that he could firmly clasp a few fingers around Warrick's cock, successfully preventing and destroying all his hope for release.

Seconds later and he was rewarded by Nick straddling him, their lips locking onto each other just before Nicked thrust his body downwards, impaling himself on Warrick's erection. Neither one lasted much longer, and it wasn't long before he was spilling into Nick's tight heat. Nick soon followed suit, his own throbbing cock jutting out from the tight jockstrap stuck between their bodies as he came all over their chests.

It was a mystery how either of them managed to free themselves from their current position, but they managed to do so after several failed attempts. The only thing Warrick could remember distinctly was that there was never a moment where they weren't touching each other as they headed for their bed. Afterwards, the only distinct thought that he could even form in his mind was that the lab techs definitely hadn't gotten as awesome a prize as he had.

The end…