Title: Excuse Me?
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and 'Rick
Summary: It's Warrick's birthday, and Nick's late. All of which means the best type of revenge Warrick can possibly think of.
Warning: Bondage- definite bondage. And kink. Not your thing… then move on. :)

"Excuse me?" Nick immediately cringed, even going so far as to step back from Warrick's body, something he rarely ever wanted to do. Except that right now, he couldn't help but want to back away from the impending explosion. "You had better tell me that you're joking."

He might've run for it, only his arm hadn't moved in time, and before he could even try to mollify the man, he felt Warrick's hand fasten around his wrist.

"I said I was sorry, man- I really am. But Grissom… and I gotta go to this damn thing. Come on- you know that I'd rather spend these two hours with you."

Of course it was all true, and Warrick wasn't dumb enough to not realize it. But that definitely didn't mean that he was happy about his man being forced into some social function on his birthday. And now, the plans he'd been making for weeks were thrown right out the window and trampled on. His glare intensified for a few moments before he finally released Nick's wrist, and did his best to ignore the constant stream of apologies as Nick put on his tux.

He relented just enough to grant Nick a quick kiss goodbye, and while his 'Yeah- I love you too' was curt, he could tell Nick knew that deep down he meant it.

It wasn't until he heard the garage down close and Nick's truck pull out of the drive that he let loose a loud stream of curses. Most of which were aimed at Grissom.

***

By the time he could actually see the front door of their home he felt incredibly relieved. It had essentially been the night from hell, and the absolute only reprieve had been Catherine's arrival. Which meant he had had someone to watch his back whenever cornered by the vast crowd of suits. Most of whom seemed to be fifty times worse than Ecklie in every way possible. Of course he extended her the same generous offer, and he'd ended up spending much of his night helping her get away from men who thought it fit to hit on her, even though she was probably younger than some of their own kids.

Luckily, she had managed to make things a bit more interesting, and provided a highly amusing ability to make up words to peoples' conversations that were too far away for them to actually hear. Unfortunately, the little reprieve she had offered had been unceremoniously taken away when she received a call from her mother about Lindsey.

Which had resulted in her departure, and thus leaving him to fend for himself. And after several trips to the bathroom, and every other excuse he could think of he'd finally had it. Enough so that he'd felt no remorse for climbing out the bathroom window, leaving the door locked, and thus ensuring no one would be entering it too terribly soon. Not that he really gave a damn anyway, especially considering that he'd already been held up half an hour longer than he'd expected.

Thus making him more than half an hour late.

He cringed when he pulled into the driveway and saw that there were no lights on in the house. It definitely looked like he'd be staying on the couch for the night.

Nick moved as quietly as possible when he entered the house, silently praying that Warrick wouldn't be too pissed off. Not that that was the least bit realistic, but being optimistic had never caused him too much grief before.

Just to make sure he knew his final resting place he gently tried the bedroom door, only to find that it was in fact locked. His head dropping, Nick quietly resigned himself to the couch, and he didn't even bother to take off the tux before dropping down onto the cushions and pulling the blanket down over himself before slowly allowing himself to fall asleep.

***

Disoriented was just about the only word he could think of when he woke up.

Confusion quickly settled in the second he fell off the couch and hit the floor. All he could remember was an intensely erotic dream involving Warrick teasing him mercilessly. Except after a few moments and once his mind started to clear he wasn't entirely sure it had been a dream. Mostly because he had no idea how he could wake up and not be hard with certain images in his mind, that and there had seemed to be a bit more discomfort than usual in a particular place that Warrick had 'played' with than there should've been.

Nick's eyes narrowed when he moved to stand up, because that just confirmed that something definitely wasn't quite right. Both hands immediately went to his crotch, and instead of being able to feel his flaccid dick through the fabric of his pants, all he could feel was hard plastic.

His jaw immediately dropped, before he quickly undid his fly to make sure he wasn't imagining things. But the visual confirmation was definitely unnecessary, because while they rarely used such items, he already knew what Warrick had gone and done. That and the other discomfort was easily explained by the butt plug that connected to his chastity cage. Neither of which he could be freed from until Warrick unlocked the padlock.

And knowing the mood he'd left Warrick in just hours before, he wasn't too sure he liked his odds at the time being.

The only thing he considered a good sign was that the bedroom door was open a crack, which meant he'd probably get the chance to actually beg Warrick without having to wait. Something that really should've sent warning bells blaring.

Except he was already starting to feel the effects of the butt plug, and knowing that Warrick could be inside of him without any torturous preparation was something he definitely wanted to experience.

When he burst into the bedroom, only to find it empty he really should've been far more suspicious.

Nick was just about to turn around and head back into the living room to further search for his man when he felt himself being thrown forward. His arms barely managed to grab onto the sheets of the bed in order to keep him from falling any further. Before he could even think to move he felt two powerful, familiar arms pressing down on his back, holding him down against the mattress. Unable to move he struggled slightly against Warrick's grip, trying his best to grind against the man's leg.

It wasn't very often that Warrick got very dominant, but at the moment it was definitely an appealing option to Nick.

"Damn it 'Rick… can't we just do this already? I need ya man."

His voice definitely sounded a bit more whiny than he had intended it to, which was probably why Warrick took it upon himself to slap his hand fairly hard against Nick's still covered ass.

"You made me wait- I think it's only fair that I return the favor."

If there had been any doubts in his mind that Warrick just might be evil they were definitely gone now. Just before he managed to say something else he felt his jaw being forced open, and seconds later a large ball gag was set in place, leaving him to breath heavily through his nose. It also meant that he could only moan around the ball as Warrick's hands moved to his nipples.

"You're coming with me, boy." Warrick's voice was low, teasing, and far too playful for Nick's current desire. That and when he tried to move his arms from behind his back to push himself up he found that they wouldn't budge. Which left him powerless to do much of anything as his man pulled him up and actually managed to lift Nick over his shoulder. Curiosity overcame everything else, except possibly his anticipation as Warrick moved out of their bedroom.

The sight of what Warrick had done to their garage made his heart start pounding rapidly, and made he could feel his breath hitch. There were countless ropes and chains hanging from the rafters, and it was all he could do to keep his eyes off the workbench where Warrick had taken the time to lay out just about every kinky item they owned, along with several new items that made Nick's eyes go wide.

By the time Warrick set him down he decided he might as well milk the situation for what it was worth, and when his man moved to tie his arms with one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling he offered a playful bit of a struggle.

His efforts more or less resulted in a bit of grumbling on Warrick's part, and he had to bite back a smile when he felt his man push him about a bit harder than he had been. Although, the fact that Warrick had just taken off his jacket, and was working on the buttons of his shirt was playing a significant factor. Once both articles of clothing were gone, Warrick didn't waste any time in securing Nick's wrists together, as far above his head as he possibly could so that his feet were still flat on the ground. The only pause in Warrick's movements was the moment he stuffed a small handkerchief between Nick's hands.

Knowing that he was completely at Warrick's mercy was far more erotic than anything he'd ever experienced, and just the fact that he trusted Warrick enough to be willing to do this spoke volumes. It was definitely a surefire sign that they had something that Nick wasn't sure he could explain in words. All he knew was that he'd definitely never experienced it with anyone else in his entire life.

Before he could take that thought any further he felt his pants being pushed down past his knees, and he started squirming slightly to try and see what Warrick was doing behind him. A task he failed miserably at, since his arms were blocking the majority of his peripheral vision.

He was already sweating profusely from the lack of air-conditioning in the garage, and when Warrick ran his hands along his bare spine he couldn't hold back a shiver. That and he was facing the one window in their garage, and while it looked out into their backyard, even the thought that anybody walking by would be able to see him was intense. Not that anyone had a reason to be in their backyard, but that was well besides the point.

A sudden jolt in his arms made his attention snap back to the present, and he looked down just in time to see a long metal bar with two bands at each end being secured between his legs. He watched in fascination, unable to see anything except for Warrick's hands, and before he could even try to brace himself the man pushed a small button, that allowed the spreader bar to go even wider. With his footing slowly decreasing as the bar extended he could feel the muscles in his arms go taunt as they were stretched to their limit.

By the time his legs refused to go any further he was almost certain that the rope around his wrist had to be close to breaking. Nick was close to panting, and essentially the only noise he could hear was his own rapid breathing through his nose. Unable to actually move very far he watched as Warrick's hands trailed at a torturously slow pace up his leg, making sure to carefully graze just about every place on his body that the man knew was particularly sensitive.

Except that when they conveniently skipped over his ass he immediately started trying to let Warrick know that such an action was just flat out wrong. Not that it made much of a difference at all, until he saw the rope being lowered in front of his face. He watched as the noose tied at the end lowered further and further, until he had absolutely no doubt exactly what it was for.

With his eyes wider than ever, Nick couldn't make himself move even a fraction of an inch as he watched Warrick's arms wrap around his waist while simultaneously pressing his naked body against Nick's back, his arousal all too clear to Nick as it dug into the small of his back. Wishing he could lick his lips, and actually let out a proper moan he writhed as those hands crept up his body, stopping only to tug playfully on his nipples before pulling back and gently massaging his bunched up shoulders. Once they were gone Nick let out a disappointed groan, until he felt one of the hands tracing patterns around his neck.

Warrick was standing close enough for Nick to feel his breath blowing against his sweat soaked neck. His eyes watched as he felt something being wrapped snugly around his neck, only to find that it was his bowtie. The soft fabric clung to his sweaty skin, and with every breath he could feel it tickling his Adam's apple. And seeing that he was close to panting, that made for an extremely intense sensation.

Then Warrick's hands were back, teasing various parts of Nick's body, and having access to absolutely every place he could possibly imagine. But when they suddenly latched onto the back of his boxer briefs and pulled hard he nearly yelped, or at least he would have if he'd been capable of doing so.

With the extra pressure on his dick which had grown to the point where it was straining to be free from its plastic prison, he was sure he'd lose all sense of sanity soon. For a split second the pressure eased up, only to return once more; this time with almost enough force to yank his legs right off the ground.

Apparently it had been enough though, because he could hear the fabric rip, and in an instant the pressure was completely gone. His relief was extremely short-lived once he saw Warrick's hands latch onto the small noose, and his breath hitched in his throat once more as he watched it being secured around the chastity cage. And just as quickly Warrick's hands were gone, leaving him to wonder just what was going to happen next.

A question that was soon answered by the sight of the rope starting to move slowly upwards, getting more taunt with each second. His eyes went wide once he felt the rope starting to pull on his genitals, and he instinctively rose up onto the tips of his toes to help alleviate the extra pressure. The relief that he felt when he noticed the rope had stopped moving dissipated when he realized that Warrick's hands were playing with his nipples. Which meant that he'd secured the rope. Cautiously testing his theory he eased back a bit, standing slightly more flatfooted on the floor, only to have his suspicions confirmed by the immediate strain on his dick.

Nick silently cursed Warrick as he pushed himself back onto the tips of his toes, an extremely awkward position made even more difficult due to the fact that his legs were spread so far apart.

Listening to Warrick's resounding chuckle didn't help matters any either, and he almost tried to turn himself around in order to give the man his best glare. Before he had the chance to do so his eyes finally noticed the small clock hanging on the wall, and he groaned when he saw the digital numbers were counting down. Seeing that there was still over two hours left he writhed a bit more, which proved to be something of a mistake since that made him fall back so his feet were firmly pressed against the floor, and the rope was pulling his dick in the opposite direction.

The moment he finally managed to force his body back up was right when the first smack came.

His body lurched forward slightly, and his yelp was lost into the ball gag. The sting had just started to fade when he felt another sharp smack against his other cheek. Each strike as they continued to grow more frequent threatened to send him off balance and back onto his heels. It didn't help that he couldn't predict which side of his ass Warrick was going to strike next, thus making it impossible to anticipate the best way to brace himself and to keep from falling back the few inches to the floor.

Not much time passed before he started letting out louder groans, regardless of how much it seemed to amuse Warrick. Nick was fairly certain that his face was bright red, and he honestly couldn't imagine what it felt like not to be drenched in sweat. That and he found his focus constantly shifting from the near constant spanking, to maintaining his balance, to the bowtie still driving him nuts as it rubbed over his Adam's apple with the slightest bit of movement.

Nothing could've prepared him for the next blow. His whole body lurched forward at the feel of Warrick's bare hand slapping right smack-dab on the center of his ass. The fact that it also happened to land right on the butt plug nearly made him see stars. Unable to keep his balance he immediately fell back, a loud moan escaping at the sudden pull on his groin. A moan that lasted far longer than expected when he felt something hot and moist engulf his dick.

A quick glance down turned into a stare while he watched Warrick suck on the end of the chastity cage, his tongue darting into the open end to tease his cock mercilessly.

Then the lips moved on, latching onto the closest patch of skin that Warrick could find, traveling all across Nick's trembling body. Even though he was ignoring all the spots Nick wanted the most attention, he knew that he'd definitely never wanted Warrick to take him more than he did right now. Something he was beginning to think might actually happen something in the near future the second he saw the key in Warrick's hand.

He let out an immediate cry of relief when he felt the plastic prison being removed, and his cock immediately took advantage of its newfound freedom. Of course it didn't last too long, because a few seconds later there was an unmistakable click, and he didn't even have to look to know what was causing the sudden death grip around the base of his already stiff and leaking erection.

Unlike the other items they were currently using, the cock ring was one he was well familiar with. And secretly a big fan of. Not that it was truly a secret, because Warrick knew all too well just what Nick liked.

At the moment though he was all too glad that he was finally hard, although we wouldn't have minded it a bit if his dick was getting a bit more attention from Warrick who was nowhere to be seen or felt at the moment. Which naturally meant he'd thought too soon, because the next thing he knew his man was down on all fours right in front of him. Nick strained against the ropes holding him in place, trying to get Warrick to give in and do something more than let his warm breath blow against Nick's cock.

His actions resulted in nothing more than a sudden loss of that very same breath, leaving his dick feeling far cooler with only his precum and sweat. He was too busy focusing on that to notice the new rope attached to the spreader bar between his ankles. Except that once his feet were yanked out from under him, he couldn't focus on much else.

His view immediately shift to the floor of their garage, and he moaned once his arms were lowered just a bit, leaving him suspended completely in air, his body now parallel with the floor, and when he saw Warrick's bare legs making their way towards him he immediately did his best to call attention to his ass. He was even more aroused by the chance to watch his partner fuck him, and while he'd love to see his man's face while in action, seeing his legs, upside down was something completely new.

The sight of his man's legs approaching his side was more erotic than he'd ever imagined, and he groaned in frustration the second he felt the tight clamps being clipped onto his nipples. He definitely didn't miss the fact that they were connected to a long chain that ran through a small ring attached to the floor. He focused his attention once more on Warrick's legs, and he felt a sudden surge of exhilaration as he ducked below the spreader bar and moved between Nick's own legs.

Feeling the butt plug come free was one of the best feelings in the world, and he smiled as best he could around his gag until he felt something else starting to make its way into him. Something that definitely wasn't Warrick.

Not that the dildo didn't feel great, he just really needed his man to let loose and fuck him already. Although Warrick apparently felt the latter should happen as he began working the dildo back and forth, using it to fuck Nick as fast as his arm could move. All of which left Nick in a state of near incoherence, as the force of Warrick's ministrations made his whole body swing back and forth slightly, causing both the dildo to move further in and out of his already sore ass with each stroke and for the chain to pull at his nipples.

Completely lost in the waves of ecstasy he immediately felt himself snap back to reality once the dildo was gone and the butt plug was back. Unable to protest with words he let out a loud garble of groans, hoping that Warrick would get the point.

It was nothing he had to worry about, because a few seconds later he was back, sliding between Nick's legs once more, and pulling the butt plug free. Then the assault began again, almost the same as before, except this time the dildo was much thicker and far shorter. The extra girth of the plastic object was nearly enough to make him see stars, except that it couldn't reach in quite far enough to hit his prostrate, instead going to the point where it just barely grazed it with each thrust of Warrick's hand. He couldn't be sure how long this latest assault lasted, but he had very few doubts that his man was even close to being finished with his torment when the butt plug was inserted once more.

He lost count after the next three dildos Warrick used on him, each varying in shape and size, and each one leaving more to be desired. Either they didn't have nearly enough girth to make him feel like much was actually there as his prostate was struck repeatedly, or they were enough to fill him while not quite reaching that spot, and the fact that some were smooth, others had large bumps, and there were countless other variations that he couldn't even attempt to keep track of. All Nick knew was that he desperately needed to come, or he'd be going into shock.

Before long he could hardly do anything more than moan loudly. And he was sure that if it wasn't for the gag just about everyone in Vegas would have had some idea of just what it was they were up to.

He wasn't even aware of the fact that his body was suddenly being hoisted upwards, the chain on his nipples gone, and he started swearing the second he realized it. Not that any of the words he was trying to were comprehensible, he still couldn't believe that it wasn't over.

Which was precisely the moment that he saw his own legs being pulled back up, this time so that his back was facing the floor, and he watched, completely mesmerized by the sight of Warrick coming closer, both hands empty.

His breath hitched in his throat the second he felt the butt plug come free, and he could almost hear the thud of it hitting the floor echo in the room. Not even seconds later, he could feel Warrick sliding into him, and he let out his loudest moan yet, relishing the feel of his man inside him, feeling just right, just perfect. Just what he wanted.

It was clear that Warrick had finally lost all control, as his thrusts started coming faster and more sporadic. Nick stared, his breathing heavy, as Warrick finally undid the cock ring, and let it fall to the floor as well. Neither one lasted much longer, and he couldn't describe just how wonderful he felt as Warrick leaned over his body, still thrusting into him before desperately reaching to undo the gag. It too fell to the floor with a thud, but both men were too wrapped up in their kiss as they came to notice that anything else even existed.

The rest was a blur. Nick could sort of remember Warrick undoing the ropes, kissing his wrists gently, thankful that they hadn't caused much of a burn. He could somewhat remember the shower they shared in silence, Warrick carefully washing every part of him thoroughly, and finally landing in their bed, wet towels still wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Something he would've protested had he had more energy, but at the moment, Warrick's pampering was a nice bonus.

"Now we're even."

Nick smiled as he burrowed his face into Warrick's neck, their chest pressed together tightly. "And we still have some make up sex to look forward to."

That got a chuckle out of Warrick as he ruffled Nick's hair, and wrapped his arms tighter around Nick's back.

"Happy birthday 'Rick."

That got a wider smile, as Warrick leaned forward a bit more and kissed his man gently on his still damp hair. The breath that fell evenly against his neck was enough proof that Nick was fast asleep, a state he soon found himself being dragged into, leaving him with the last thought that Nick was definitely the best birthday present ever.

The End