Title: Drabble
By: Ericalynn
Pairing: Nick/Warrick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: high_striker's request - Nick/Warrick, competeing in bed.

He let Nick have the top spot for a while, enjoyed the ride as Nick used his hands, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, and his oh so clever fingers. It was breath-taking and exhilarating as Nick bought him high then backed off time and time again until Warrick could take it no longer.

With a wicked grin of his own, Warrick rolled over, Nick suddenly trapped underneath him. Then with hungry lips he crushed his mouth to Nick’s, one hand capturing the smaller man’s wrists while the other toyed softly with a nipple. He slowly moved his mouth down, over neck and chest, over taught abs and sharp hip bones until he reached his destination.

Resting his cheek on Nick’s hip, he let his breath puff out, teasing for a moment of Nick’s begging cock. He looked up and met Nick’s eyes before he gave the head a gentle butterfly kiss, barely a touch of lips to skin before he was pulling away. Nick’s hips snapped up with a cry and Warrick just smiled.

He spread Nick’s thighs apart, settling them over his shoulders, placing light kisses up and down their length. Nick was keening, hands gripping the sheets with white-knuckles in an attempt to keep himself under control. But Warrick could see how close he was, panting and moaning Warrick’s name under his breath a like a pleading prayer. And Warrick knew exactly how to get him off.

He leaned in close, nuzzling the inside of Nick’s thigh for a moment before he turned his face inward and bit down lightly on the juncture. Nick’s screamed when he came, hard, all over his chest and stomach.

Warrick chuckled as he crawled back up Nick’s body, sliding his chest along Nick’s still twitching and sensitive cock as he went. Then he leaned down and gave his man a gentle kiss.

“Say it, Nicky?” When it looked like Nick was going to protest, Warrick gave his hips a sharp jerk, his still hard erection grinding against Nick.

“Fuck,” Nick hissed out, his hands gripping Warrick’s hips; Warrick just grinned. “Oh fuck. All right, all right,” Nick panted out before he held up his hands in surrender. “You win.”