Title: A Night Gala
Author: Kristen999
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Warrick/Nick
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Summary: This is the response to the drunken challenge. With the following rules:

Write a story where either Nick or Warrick is drunk from some function/party, whatever and the other person has to deal with them. It can be anything from them taking the other home, to antics in public, or interactions with anyone else. Can be humorous, angst, what have you.

1) One of them must be drunk or both
2) They must being wearing the clothes in the picture below, afterwards is optional
3) Nick needs to make some mention of Warrick's odd belt buckle from picture below
4) Needs to be completed in a one shot story.
5) All stories due by Sunday, September 11th

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Thanks to Tinkerbell for a fast and great beta!

A/N: After two tiny little slash fics, I consider this my first full attempt at a one shot. My boys were sure inspirational.

The social gala for the Sheriff's nomination-for-governor campaign had been
the amazing pomp and circumstance-d type three-ring-circus that everyone had
expected. All the well-to-do were there to parade the newest fashions,
gossip, and kiss ass. Every member of the department available for
the lavish ball was expected to attend, and this did not exclude crime scene investigators.

Conrad Ecklie was there to shake hands and make ineloquent toasts to people
who never did a thing to help the Las Vegas Crime Lab, or bring money to
the people who hit the pavement every day to keep normal citizens safe.
Nick and Warrick had come to the shindig somewhat early in hopes of
dashing out as soon as possible. Both men had worked several doubles in a
row and the last case involved the death of four senior citizens in a fire.
The destruction and horrendous details of the tragedy had pulled both CSIs
in deep. The rotting death of burnt flesh still permeated their senses; the
bleak eyes of the elderly haunted each man.

When both criminalists had been reminded of the party,each one wished
somehow that the other could cover for them. In the end, both Nick and Warrick
arrived at the event in time to sulk around the bar and make fun of all the
snooty attendees that flaunted themselves at every available moment. The
rest of the unit was still on a case that would keep them busy all night.
Warrick started the night off by challenging Nick to a shot of tequila.
His partner grinned at him, wondering if he had enough money in his pocket
to get a cab for the both of them if this was how the evening was going to
begin.

Warrick lifted the shot glass to his friend, "To us grunts in the field. May
the rich sleep tight at night."

Nick grinned even more and swallowed the burning liquid in a single gulp.
Warrick ordered another round, as he leaned back in his stool peering at the
all the ass and tits around him. The dress code had not been expressly given
and being a man of high fashion and ease, he felt in his element in a
mixture of styles. He glanced over at his partner. His buddy would never
know any style sense if it knocked him over his newly shaved head with a sign
that exclaimed coolness.

"Nicky, my boy. What's with the monkey suit?" Warrick ribbed him, while he
swiped his newly poured glass and swallowed it a single gulp.

Nick looked down at his threads somewhat puzzled. He furrowed his brow as
he gazed back up obviously confused. "It's a nice grey suit. This is one of
those razzle-dazzle affairs, man."

Warrick snickered.

Nick blinked. Did his friend just giggle at him? He rolled his shoulders
looking at his arms and chest in his traditional outfit. He still didn't
understand what was so amusing.

Nick looked over at his partner, who was relaxing in a pair of snug blue
jeans and a dark blue silk shirt that looked a tad tight over his broad chest.
A snazzy pin striped black suit jacket, that stayed unbuttoned, revealed his
musculature underneath.

Nick cleared his throat as he felt slightly un-cool at the moment.
Warrick peered at the uneasiness from his buddy through his tinted
sunglasses. Whenever Nick felt uncomfortable, his brown eyes got big and his
brows knitted themselves into a confused frenzy. He almost always got this
most naïve expression on his face, and the silliest goofy grin appeared to play
off the nervousness.

Warrick felt the heat rise though his body. 'Down, man. Now's not the time to
lust after your partner again,' he told himself.

Nick ordered a beer, and Warrick swung around and asked for another shot to
ease his ever-increasing longing for the man beside him.

Nick eyed him with curiosity. "We've been here for less than 10 minutes,
bro, why don't you try to slow it down."

Warrick wrapped his fingers around the cool glass. "Can't hang with me
tonight, huh, partner?" he taunted, flinging the contents down his throat.

Nick smiled a megawatt grin. "Oh, really?" It had been a really long
week, tossing down a few might not be such a bad idea, he mused. He matched
Warrick's shot, knowing he could never back off a competitive offer from the
man.

"Oh, now, it's on!" Warrick whooped, clanking his shot glass with Nick's.
Both men downed their drinks and were both ready for another.

**************************************** **********

Nick didn't know how they ended up in the parking lot of the ritzy hotel. It
might have been the amount of noise that they had been making or the guests
might have been upset when each man yelled out quite loudly their guesses on
how much money was spent on fake breasts, hair, body and makeup.

Nick was so giddy that he almost tumbled to the ground, but he kept to his
feet since it was his duty to get each of them back home in one piece.
Warrick outdrank him, slapping him on the back so many times he swore he
left bruises. Now the lanky man was holding on to Nick, his long arm wrapped
around his shoulder as they stumbled out into the parking lot.

Warrick put too much weight on the smaller guy causing him to wobble too far
to the left. Warrick was yelling and hollering, the horrible memories of the
week far behind him. He glanced back over at Nick, despite the plainness of
that boring suit. Warrick made a mental note of how the jacket barely stayed
buttoned together around Nick's broad torso.

"You know what? I love you, man", Warrick said in jest, his lips meeting
Nick's in what started off as a goofy, brotherly type kiss.

Nick saw what was coming and felt those moist lips meet his and wrapped his
other arm around his partner in an embrace. What he thought was going to be
one of those drunk, friendly pecks on the lips, lasted longer that he
imagined. He found himself holding on to the other man, the kiss deepening
and lasting than expected.

Nick took in the taste of alcohol and something much more. Warrick had
slipped his hand under Nick's suit jacket, sliding it up and down his side,
causing one of the buttons holding it close to pop open.

Both men pulled back at the other, each taking a much-needed breath. Nick
blinked at what had just transpired in the heat of the moment. Warrick just
peered at him through those damn glasses of his. Warrick's shirt had roamed
up out of his jeans, the first three buttons undone, and the guy was
practically spilling out of his clothes. Nick grinned, and then laughed.

Warrick kept his arm around the other man, "We're going to my place. Got
some more drinking to do."

Warrick steered the other guy towards the curve and hailed a taxi. Before
Nick even thought about the implications, he just followed Warrick into the
awaiting vehicle.

**************************************** ****
Somehow both men made it inside Warrick's abode. Nick still had a pretty
good buzz going and Warrick seemed as loud and outgoing as he did back at
the party. Once he sauntered inside, he went into his kitchen and grabbed
two glasses of liquor. He mixed two more drinks and carried them back with
him. He made a quick stop by his stereo, and clicked play.

Some low-key hip-hop filled the room with mellow baselines, over a slow
groovy beat. He handed the drink over to his partner and they clanked their
glasses together.

Nick nodded his head to the swanky parts of the song. Warrick sipped on his
beverage while zoning into music. Nick still felt the man's lips on his from
the kiss in the alley. He eyed his partner, noticing for the first time that
Warrick had shed his jacket. The silky blue shirt was barely on, the smooth
skin of his chest bared for view.

Nick gulped down more of his drink to try to hide a grin he couldn't
suppress at his partner's physique. He'd always admired Warrick's body, it
was hard not to. The man prided himself on keeping in shape as much as Nick
did.

The CSI chuckled. He'd managed to ignore his desire for Warrick for a while,
concentrating on their friendship for many years. There were times they
shared very close moments after some of the shit each of them had been
through. But every time had been purely platonic. Nick hadn't been with a
man since his college days, but it was hard not to be turned on right now.

Warrick knew Nick was staring at him... he literally felt the gaze. His instincts were
screaming at him and he put his drink down and faced the other man. "This
ain't no snazzy affair. You can get rid of that jacket, man."

Nick smiled sheepishly as he took off the item and tossed it on the couch.
Warrick was staring at him the entire time.

"And that stupid tie."

Nick's grin got wider. "Oh yeah?" He purposely kept his movements slow, his
finger pulling the necktie loose and slid it to the floor.

Nick's brown eyes grew dark....dangerous.

Warrick could see Nick's white t-shirt through the button-down dressier one
over it. Nick meticulously pulled his shirt loose from his slacks and
started to unbutton from the bottom...one by one by one.

Warrick's jaw slackened while the other man teased him while he undressed.
He was toying with him, the nicer white shirt slackening from the rest of
his toned body. Nick had bulked up slightly this year. His chiseled abs and
chest clearly well defined under the tight undershirt.

Nick Stokes stood in Warrick's living room in just a T-shirt and dress
pants, taunting him with those deep brown eyes. Warrick was being played.
And he liked it.

Nick eyed Warrick up and down as he pursed his lips curiously. He circled
the other man as if he were some suspect. Nick tilted his head, a thin smile
tugging at his features.

"Tell me you want me, Warrick."

Warrick eyes lit up at the commanding tone that his partner used. He laid on
his thick accent on purpose. Warrick never imagined Nicky as the dominating
type- and it only made him harder.

"I want you, Nick," Warrick said, stepping forward.

There was a gleam in Nick's eyes, the eyes of a fierce predator. Before Warrick
knew it, Nick rushed him, gripping his shoulders tightly and slamming him
against the nearest wall. He pinned Warrick there... waiting... watching.

Warrick growled deep in his throat. "Come on, man."

Nick kissed him aggressively, devouring his lips. His fingers dug into
Warrick's shoulders, as his tongue slipped in and out of his mouth. Warrick
couldn't get enough. His hands went behind Nick's back, rubbing and clawing
like mad.

Nick pulled away, breathless. Then he went for Warrick's throat, his tongue
licking the sensitive part under his jaw and back to his mouth.

Nick slid his hands under Warrick's shirt. His fingers rubbed over his
pecks, squeezing his nipples roughly. Warrick moaned as his own hands
wandered over his partner's tight ass, while he cupped and pinched it.
Nick stopped long enough to grab a piece of Warrick's shirt in each hand. He
tugged on it so hard, that all the buttons popped off.

Warrick admired the frenzied action of his partner. "Your turn."

Nick started to unbutton his own shirt. Warrick helped him by working on the
bottom as Nick undid the top ones. As much as he loved this new forceful
side of Nick, he wasn't about to be undone.

Once Nick was bare chested, Warrick easily overpowered him. He nearly
tackled him over his couch. Nick toppled over the back of it, till he landed
onto the cushions and eventually slid to the floor. His partner nearly
jumped on top of him. Warrick pinned Nick's arms to the ground and lowered
his mouth to his right nipple.

Nick groaned when he felt the wet mouth suck and nibble on one of his
erogenous areas. Warrick was a fucking artist with his tongue, flicking and
rolling it around the now-hardened area. Nick groaned as Warrick continued
to work him over, as he tried to squirm under his artful ministrations.
Warrick only applied more weight, keeping the man in place. Being unable to
move only caused Nick to become more frustrated, his moans of pleasure
louder in the room.

"God, Rick."

Warrick smiled as he worked on the other nipple and lavished it with his
tongue. Nick let out a primal growl of pleasure causing Warrick to act more
aggressively. He teethed it now, biting the nipple slightly as he slowly
moved his tongue down Nick's belly.

Nick couldn't take it anymore and tried to force his arms up and Warrick's
hands off of him. Warrick was impressed by the strength displayed. Nick's
muscles bulged from his biceps, the veins stuck out along his neck.

"Come on, try harder," Warrick encouraged as he pressed down more.

Eventually, Nick won. He freed his hands as they pressed Warrick's head back
down towards his body and, his fingers worked their way though at the short
dreadlocks.

Warrick felt Nick's hard cock through his pants, and began to rub though the
fabric. Nick's hands lost their control and slid though his hair and began
to dig into his back. Feeling a burn as his partner's nails scraped along
his skin, Warrick fumbled with Nick's belt buckle and undid it as he zipped
down his fly.

Warrick took the time to take in Nick's expression of desire. His eyes were
closed, and his beautiful body writhed around on the floor. Warrick then
descended along Nick's length licking his shaft and then sucked on his cock.
Warrick knew damn well his skills in oral sex, and he slid his mouth up and
down Nick's penis, paying close attention to the puckered tip and then back
down again. He found a rhythm, causing Nick to pivot forward, groaning
loudly.

Nick was lost in a sea of splendid sensation. His partner was giving him one
of the best blowjobs of his life and it left him powerless on the floor.
Warrick continued to increase his rhythm, as one his hands slinked back up
to play with one of Nick's nipple again.

Nick grunted in satisfaction. "God, yes."

With that announcement, Warrick worked harder till Nick came in a flourish.
His orgasm caused him to claw at the carpet in glee. Warrick opened his eyes
to witness the ecstatic expression on the other man. Warrick told himself
not to stop till he sucked Nick Stokes dry.

Once his task was completed, Warrick moved back up to Nick's face and began
to kiss him madly. Nick was still caught up in the after-effects of his
partner's efforts.

Nick opened his eyes and stared back at smug green ones. He cupped both
sides of Warrick's face.

"Bedroom. Now."

"Gettin' all power hungry again, huh," Warrick teased.

"What? Can't stand the fact that I'll make you mine," Nick quipped, his
voice playful.

Again, Warrick was totally taken by Nick's sudden forcefulness. He wondered
how much of Nick's naivete was just a cover. Warrick pulled himself up and
headed towards the bedroom. Nick followed close behind.

Warrick had a king-sized bed and sat on it waiting for Nick to take him. His
partner had left his boxer briefs in the living room, and stood complete
naked in front of him. Warrick just took in the carved muscles of Nick's
body, as he remained frozen in place.

"Do I have to take off your jeans as well, Rick?" his partner taunted.

"I like this power trip of yours, man," he replied as he loosened his belt
buckle and removed his jeans and briefs.

Nick still didn't budge, soaking in the sight of Warrick Brown's sculpted
body, his cock erect and waiting. Nick grinned, Rick still had on his
sunglasses after all this time.

The CSI lunged forward, his knees on either side of Warrick's body. Nick
loomed over him, as he took his fingers and began stroking Warrick's member
up and down lightly.

Warrick wasn't a fan of teasing and captured Nick's mouth with his own,
kissing as he played with Nick's own cock.

"Just take me, Nicky," Warrick whispered in his ears.

Nick looked at him, his eyes conveying his question.

"Bottom drawer of the dresser."

Nick removed himself and wandered over quickly for the needed items. He
found the condom and lube, and got himself ready. After applying the rubber
and the needed KY Jelly, he crawled into bed and manhandled Warrick until he was
on his stomach. Nick stroked his own cock for a moment, and then slipped his
fingers into the tightness of Warrick's ass.

He slid in one finger, eliciting a moan from his partner. He dug his finger
in and out, slowly at first, then further in, until he found Warrick's
prostate gland.

Warrick felt his partner probe inside him, the taunt muscles in his arms
shaking as he lay over the bed.

"Come on, Nicky," he begged.

Nick obliged by thrusting two fingers inside and out, until Warrick pleaded
for more.

Finally, not able to stand it any longer. Nick positioned himself and then
entered Warrick slowly.

Warrick gasped, but he pushed against Nick's length as he continued. Nick
felt the tightness around him and he moaned in excitement. He remained
inside for a moment savoring it, till he pulled back, and slowly pushed
further.

"More!" Warrick screamed as his partner began a steady rhythm of coasting in
and out.

Warrick dug his fingers into the mattress as he imagined the thrill of his
partner fucking him. Nick had grabbed his shoulders and used them as
leverage as he continued to thrust.

"Come on, Nick!" Warrick commanded.

Nick wanted to be gentle at first but the more Warrick ordered him, the
harder he pounded, till his thrusts were just power driven madness.
Warrick grunted, and moaned with pleasure as Nick was barely able to hold
off any longer. Finally he clawed at Warrick's back, his final thrust too
much. Nick's orgasm was even more explosive than before.

Exhausted, he pulled out, and lay on the bed, next to his partner. Warrick
allowed his body to enjoy the last sensations of Nick in him and he rolled
over and pulled him close.

Nick was breathing deeply, still feeling the after-effects of getting off.
Warrick gently caressed his face.

"Never thought of you as a control freak," he commented.

Nick laughed. "Hmm, never thought I'd ever have my way with you. But after
seeing that stupid belt buckle, I knew there was a side of you I never
knew."

Warrick chuckled. "That's Bob Marley, man. Reggae is the black man's music
of seduction."

Nick allowed his fingers to stoke Warrick's chest. "Hmmm, yeah…..whatever
you say."

Warrick savored the little touches before speaking. "Stay here with me
tonight, Nick".

The CSI looked at him. He picked up on the hesitancy, on the fear of
rejection. "Wasn't planning on going anywhere."

Warrick smiled. "Good."

Nick found a few of the abandoned sheets and pulled them up over their
bodies.

"I'm pretty damn tired."

Warrick smiled, "It was a good workout."

"Mind if I just get to sleep?" Nick asked, somewhat tentatively.

Warrick rested his head on Nick's shoulder. "Not at all."

Nick Stokes fell asleep a little while longer. Warrick took the last
opportunity to relish his scent, his body, his flesh... then drifted of to
sleep as well.