Title: Decontamination My Ass...
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and 'Rick
Summary: One might think that a long shift, a decontamination unit, and years of built up lust just add up to a lot of exhaustion, and when it comes to Warrick they'd be right.
Warnings: Oh there is smut- just look at the pairing stated above, and it ought to be obvious... :) Also plenty of embarrassment for the boys...

Sometimes a person just needs to sleep.

It's not like it's an unreasonable desire, and at the moment he's pretty sure people are supposed to need it in order to live. And after coming off a triple shift Warrick would just expect the chance to get at least a good five hours of sleep before his cell phone started blaring.

The whole way to the scene was essentially spent trying out his hand at cursing. He wasn't entirely sure if everything he was saying was actually considered a word, but he'd be willing to bet it was enough to make some people run away. Whereas he was almost positive that Grissom would shake his head, possibly go off on some spiel on appropriateness, or maybe just laugh at him.

And he wouldn't doubt if that was exactly what Grissom was doing right now. By the time he reached the scene he figured he could be considered slightly awake, maybe even enough to be considered something more than the walking dead.

The second he pulled to a stop behind one of the police cruisers his day was monumentally improved. A slight smile tugged at his lips, and he was momentarily surprised that those muscles still functioned. But the sight of Nick arching his back, stretching, arms spread wide as humanly possible, and yawning like there's no tomorrow, is far more enjoyable than it should be.

After a few moments of silently watching from his vantage point, trying to come up with ways to tease his friend, Warrick finally gathers enough energy to climb out of his own vehicle. The moment his back starts to ache ever so slightly, and his arms feel nearly numb, he decides that a good stretch and a nice yawn aren't entirely out of the question for himself.

It doesn't help that the second he yawns Nick turns his way, and it's all he can do to hurriedly place a hand over his mouth.

Because, of course, only Nick would actually be able to offer a quick cheerful wave, along with a killer smile, after two measly hours of sleep. But he had to admit that it wasn't the first time he had actually pondered if Nick was really a human. That or there was absolutely no justice in the world.

A fact that was reinforced by the fact that he was having an unusually hard time ignoring Nick's ass every time he even moved, let alone the times when he bent over to examine a bit of evidence in the decrepit excuse for a house. He nearly groaned when Nick went down on his hands and knees, intently searching for any possible evidence under the couch.

It was the second that he had moved halfway across the room for a better view that everything went straight to hell. The sound of the door swinging open with an extraordinary amount of force barely registered in his mind. Up until the moment where his view was completely blocked by what he guessed was a Hazmat suit, and then he was quickly being pushed back towards the front door, and he just barely got a glimpse of the massive tent-like structure being hastily set up outside.

When he next caught a glimpse of Nick he was surprised to see the man rubbing his forehead, and the man in the suit beside him was apologizing profusely. From what he managed to catch of the muffled voice it seemed that he had startled Nick, causing him to bump his head.

From there he managed to realize that he was struggling to maintain his footing on the slippery surface of the decontamination tent.

Really, he should have known exactly what was coming, even through the sleepy haze he was still struggling to get out of. Except that he jumped when he felt the gloved hands forcing his arms up, and even as the cold plastic-like material rubbed against his bare skin. When he was leaning over to help undo his shoelaces he managed to catch a glimpse of Nick's bare chest, and he couldn't help but smile when he noticed the grimace on his friend's face when they took the shirt and his boots and went to work on his belt.

The smile vanished when he felt his own belt come free, and seconds later his pants and underwear were down around his ankles. Under normal, humane circumstances he wouldn't have minded quite so much, but after spending over an hour ogling his partner's ass there was one particular part of his body that really wouldn't appreciate anything too cold at the moment.

In his embarrassment he quickly looked up, trying to ignore his predicament. Only he just had to look in time to see the other Hazmat guy freeing Nick of those tight jeans and the skintight red boxer-briefs. When he heard the muffled sound of someone clearing their throat behind him he managed to stand up, and clamped his eyes shut the moment the guy had to help free his pants from around his ankles.

And while this didn't exactly fall in with his own fantasies about getting to see Nick completely naked for the first time, he wasn't about to complain. Shame was the last word entering his mind as he kept sneaking glances over at the perfectly built Adonis standing next to him. It wasn't until he saw where Nick's hands were that he realized he could help hide his own source of humility at the moment.

Except it seemed the man that had started hosing him down with the freezing cold liquid had different plans for him, as he motioned for Warrick to raise his arms again. His back felt like it had been frozen solid, and now that same liquid was spraying all over his chest, grazing his already hardened nipples. And for a man that had never remembered actually blushing, he couldn't help but wonder if he looked as red as he felt when even the freezing liquid couldn't quell the intense heat that just wouldn't ease up in the slightest.

Of course knowing that the man of all his fantasies was naked and standing right behind him didn't help any. The mere desire to just turn around and take Nick right there, hard and fast was almost overwhelming.

After risking a glance over his shoulder he immediately regretted it, because seeing Nick holding his arms out from his sides, and standing there, getting his privates hosed down was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen. Of course it wasn't like the ogling of his friend's privates was something he could've managed to do covertly either, and when he turned back around he swore he could almost see the amused smile on the man's face behind the thick visor.

What felt like hours later, they were finally being toweled off and he noted with a certain lack of amusement that whoever had the job of toweling him off felt the need to tease his manhood with a few rough, hard strokes of the towel. Even his jaw dropped though when he watched the other Hazmat worker perform a similar motion as those gloved hands used a towel to wipe Nick's groin. Unable to actually see Nick's cock anymore he felt like the blush had spread over his entire body, and all he really wanted at the moment, besides Nick, were some decent clothes that would have the magic ability of hiding his arousal.

And definitely a nice private place where he could relieve himself, because if what he figured was liquid nitrogen couldn't cool him off, then he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

Relief flooded over him for a moment when he noted that Nick was wrapping a nice large towel around his waist, securing it firmly before heading for the exit.

"Here you go..." He turned just in time to see the man offering him his own towel, and the moment he moved to wrap it around his waist his eyes went wide. There was absolutely no way that Nick could be swimming in a towel that was the same size as the cloth he was struggling to wrap fully around his waist.

"What the hell?"

"I'm sorry sir, but there aren't anymore larger ones, your friend there got the last one."

"Oh hell no! I want a damn towel now- not a fucking washcloth for Christ's sakes!"

Instead of offering another answer the man merely held up his arms in what usually signified a surrender. Except the only thing being surrendered was the wannabe towel, and what little pride that Warrick still had.

There definitely wasn't any justice in the world, and he grumbled loudly as he snatched the piece of fabric doing his best to cover himself while using his hand to keep the towel from falling. The large gap along his side was far too noticeable for his liking. He wished that at least two of the corners could be stretched far enough to actually touch.

And when he managed to come up to Nick he couldn't help but watch the way his body moved as he searched through his Denali for some jumpsuits. The second Nick pulled back with two large blue bundles of clothing Warrick felt relief flooding through him.

Neither man wasted any time getting them on, only dropping their towels the moment they were ready to zip up. Giving Warrick a slight reprieve that he didn't get another glimpse of Nick's dick. Although when his attention turned towards his own crotch he couldn't help but notice the all-too obvious tent that his erection was forming.

Not willing to cause himself too much more embarrassment he raced for the passenger door, and was relieved that Nick had left a spare key in the car.

Once they were back at the lab Warrick hadn't even waited around to see what Nick did. He made the most direct path as he could manage to the locker room, practically running the whole way in hopes that no one would notice his problem.

At any other time common sense might have taken over, but he hadn't even imagined that Nick would also head for the locker room. But the second he had dropped his jumpsuit down around his legs he heard the door open, and he immediately turned and practically jumped into his locker, while doing his best to hide his leaking cock. He definitely didn't need Nick freaking out at the sight of him hard, with precum slowly drizzling over his throbbing manhood.

"Damn, that was..."

"I didn't look." Warrick almost screamed out loud when he realized just what he had blurted out.

The sound of that deep Texan accent chuckling certainly didn't help his ego any either, and he really hoped that Nick wasn't going to hold this against him for the rest of their lives.

Except that not even a second later he felt the coarse fabric jumpsuit flush against his back, and he briefly wondered if he'd just imagined removing his garment.

Until his attention shifted down and he noticed that it was still down around his ankles.

"I did." Warrick shuddered, because suddenly there was no denying the fact that Nick's body was pressed up against his own, and the only thing he could focus on was the rock hard erection digging into his ass, separated only by the thin layer of fabric.

His breathing hitched when those arms wrapped around his waist, and squeezed just as he felt Nick's cock thrust hard against his thigh. And just as quickly as the heat was there, it was gone again. He turned to look just in time to see the blue cloth land on the bench before he saw one of the shower doors slide halfway shut.

Feral instincts took over, and without the slightest hesitation he was hurrying for the stall as if his life depended on it. Not even bothering to say a thing he slammed the stall door open, and back shut again and instantly had his arms around Nick's already soaking wet body.

Their lips met, and both were instantly fighting for dominance as their tongues clashed. When Nick's lips firmly attached to his neck he moaned, and unable to stop himself any longer, he started spitting vigorously into his hand, coating his fingers. It took a few awkward attempts to successfully enter into Nick's tight heat, but the moment he succeeded Nick moaned, pushing himself even closer to Warrick, both their bodies slick with water as their cocks ground together.

He wasn't convinced that he'd prepared Nick quite enough when he plunged his second, and finally his third finger in, but by the way Nick was mumbling and downright begging him to get on with it he was doing just fine.

Getting his cock lubed up with enough spit became something of a combined effort when he found that his throat was nearly parched, and it wasn't until Nick dropped to his knees and started licking his cock that he was ready. Doing his best to hold back was the hardest thing he'd ever done in his entire life, but the moment Nick wrapped both legs around his waist, and he felt his cock penetrating deep into the man of his dreams he knew that it had been worth it.

Unable to hold back any longer he moved so Nick's back was pressed against the tile wall, and started thrusting as hard and fast as he possibly could, glad for the fact that the floors of the showers weren't slippery enough to make him fall. Nick's moans were more than enough motivation for him to keep up the grueling pace, and he couldn't help but lean forward, pressing their hard, sculpted chests together, trapping Nick's cock between them.

Their lips met again, in the most frantically amazing kiss that Warrick had ever experienced.

And finally, after hours of so desperately needing release, he felt his entire body go rigid as he climaxed, deep within Nick's body. Unable to hear Nick's moan over his own cry of release, he was surprised to feel the thick, sticky liquid between their chests.

"Decontamination my ass..." Nick wheezed quietly as they slowly slid down to the floor of the shower stall, hot water still flowing down on them. "I don't think I've ever felt more dirty in my life."

Warrick didn't even need to look to see the smile on Nick's face. It was written all too clearly in the southern drawl. After a quick readjustment, he was holding Nick in his arms, both arms wrapped tightly around that perfect waist.

"Hey Nicky, I, uh... I've got a confession to make."

"Huh?"

Warrick smiled slightly at the way Nick was struggling to come up with actual words. And after taking a deep breath he finally let it out, "I snuck a lot of peaks too."

The sound of Nick's utterly relaxed, post coital laughter was the best thing he'd ever heard in his life, and neither one knew how long they stayed in the stall, neither one willing to let the other move as the hot water continued to flow over them.

And for the first time all day Warrick couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was some justice after all.

The End...