Title: Handle It
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating: FRAO
Category: PWP
Summary: Absolutely no plot!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters described here-in. They are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.

Jim felt the constriction in the crotch of his trousers intensify and become even more uncomfortable as well as even harder to hide. He was on a case for pete's sake; it was a damn good thing the club was pretty shadowy even with the house lights up. There'd been a murder, a stabbing in the toilets perhaps a drug buy or a mugging gone wrong. What was causing Jim's problem was that this happened to be one of the hottest gay clubs in Vegas, and so, was full of some of the hottest and sexiest men he'd been fortunate enough to see. Some of them were in quite figure hugging, revealing clothing too. He caught himself staring at a delicious, leather-clad ass and felt his cock harden even more. Deciding that this was hopeless he knew he had to relieve his problem before someone else noticed it and began to wonder. Of course, the toilets were out of the question, as they had been the scene of the murder and were crawling with forensics personnel, including Warrick Brown. Remembering a side door that led out to a quiet, dark back alley, which had already been checked out, Jim glanced around and slipped out.

Once outside, Jim paused to breathe in the fresh air, although not quite so fresh he thought, as he caught a whiff from the rubbish piled up for collection. In the distance he could hear the steady hum of traffic, cut through with the occasional screams of sirens. Noticing a shadow en-shrouded corner Jim made his way over to it and leaning back against the wall he glanced once more at the club's side door before he pulled down his zipper and reached in for his hard cock. His breath caught in his throat as his hand touched his heated, sensitive flesh. The danger of being caught red-handed, so to speak, added to the thrill of it all. Closing his eyes he lent his head back against the cold brick work of the wall and began to firmly stroke his erection. So caught up was he in his self-pleasuring that he nearly fainted when a smug voice right next to him said, "Something you need a hand with there, Captain?"

His hand leaving his throbbing cock like he'd been stung, Jim desperately tried to think of some clever reply when he looked into the beautiful face of Warrick Brown. However, he didn't seem to be able to string together a coherent word, let alone a sentence, so he just stood there now at half-mast gaping like a drowning fish. Warrick stepped closer and said, "I saw you in the club becoming a little uncomfortable, shall we say, and noticed you'd stepped out to solve the problem. I just thought you might like a helping hand."

With that he reached out and took Jim's cock into his hand. The touch was electric; the response immediate as Jim's cock began to swell.

"Oh yeah, I thought so." Warrick chuckled.

Then he began to firmly stroke his hand along the length of Jim's erection. The firm touch traveling from the root to the tip of his cock felt fabulous. Warrick's thumb rubbing against the sensitive underside was sending little shocks throughout his whole groin. Jim began to buck his hips, thrusting into that strong, confident grip, his eyes closed, letting himself become enveloped in the exquisite, intense feelings Warrick's touch was eliciting within him. He bit into his lower lip to keep the groans of excitement he could feel rising up inside of himself from escaping. Warrick's hand began to speed up, his thumb now sweeping over the head of Jim's erection spreading the pre-come it found there down over his whole length. Warrick was varying his strokes now, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, sometimes pausing slightly to give the head a little squeeze. Jim was humping his cock into that talented hand now and he could feel his orgasm building. He felt his balls tighten and then the familiar feeling of release as he came.

As Jim came down from his post-orgasmic high, Warrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue and wiped the evidence from his hand and then from Jim's cock. He tucked Jim back into his pants and kissed him sinfully on the mouth, using all tongue. Jim's eyes were still glazed with passion and he desperately wanted to return the favor. He began to rub gently at Warrick's groin, but the younger man stilled his hand. Jim looked at him in confusion. Warrick leaned in and whispered in Jim's ear. “Save it for later, baby. When this is all over I want to take you home and fuck you mindless. You think you can handle that?”

Jim replied breathlessly, “I can handle anything.”

The End