Title: Home
By: lin71
Pairing: Nick/Warrick (come on, what did you expect)
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: few really really minor spoilers, nothing serious.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, never were, probably never will be. They’d have more fun if they were mine though.
A/N: A very big thank you to my beta’s starbright73and high_strikerfor helping me with some mistakes I made and for convincing me to post the story. *hugs*

Summary: This story suddenly jumped me when I listening to the radio. I’m not into songfics, but this one starts with the line from the particular song that inspired me.

Sometimes I feel I’m gonna break down and cry
Nowhere to go nothing to do with my time
I get lonely so lonely living on my own
(Freddy Mercury)

Warrick was sweating, the silk shirt clinging to him like a second skin, his eyes closed as he danced, moving his body to the pounding beat in the middle of the dance-floor of one of Vegas biggest gay clubs. He felt exhausted from a lack of sleep and three hours of non-stop dancing, but yet unable to leave the club  and retreat to the solitude that was waiting for him at home.
 
Loneliness seemed his biggest fear ever since he lost his mother. He never seemed able to shake the feeling of being left alone, of having no one that loved him. Ridiculous, he knew that. Hell, his Gram loved him as much as his mother could have. But still, that feeling of being lost and alone kept returning until it became the main reason for fleeing in a lot of wrong directions.

Gambling had been a way of avoiding being at home. No matter how bad it got, there were times he had welcomed the addiction that had forced him out of his house for days on end.

His marriage; also a way to make sure he wouldn’t be alone. He was gay, for crying out loud. The fact that hardly anyone knew didn’t change that. But a marriage would mean there would be someone there to hold him and reassure him he wasn’t alone.

But of course Tina needed more than just being used as a comfort, some sort of safety net to catch him. She moved on, leaving him on his own.
And he just couldn’t handle that. He full well knew that there was only one real solution for his problem. One person he wanted to be with because he loved him, not out of fear of being alone. A person that could be a lover as well as a safe haven and a home. But revealing those feelings to that person, his best friend, Nick Stokes, would mean taking a risk of losing him forever. And that was one thing he feared just as much as loneliness.
So he fled, again, into something stupid; hookers and drugs this time. What the hell had he been thinking, pulling a stunt like that? Thank fuck he had been able to stop that before something really bad could happen.

And that’s why he had opted for something less dangerous this time. Going to a club and dancing until he was exhausted enough to just make it home before he fell asleep. At least he was able to get a few hours sleep before he woke up with the same anxiety he felt before.
 
Suddenly his trance was broken when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. His eyes slowly opened and he turned around. For a moment he didn’t know if he was still awake or had fallen asleep while he was dancing.
 
‘Nick?’ He asked, surprised, eyes still trying to focus after being closed for the better part of three hours of dancing. ‘What are you doing here?’
 
He was greeted with a shy smile and a tug on his arm. ‘Little bird told me I’d find you here. Come on Rick, you look like death warmed over. I’m gonna take you home before you drop.’
 
Too dumbfounded to protest he followed Nick to the door. The cool air outside cleared his head a little.
 
He gripped Nick’s elbow and spun him around to face him. ‘How the hell did you know I was there?’
 
Nick cocked his head a little and looked him in the eyes. ‘Rick, if you hadn’t been dead tired, you would have noticed that you know the bouncer of this club because he lives next door to me. He came by for a beer after work yesterday, and he told me you had been there every night for two weeks straight and were hardly able to walk by the time you left. He didn’t think it was alcohol or drugs, but he just thought he’d let me know anyway.’
 
Warrick suddenly felt caught. ‘And you felt you had to pull out your shining armor and come rescue me. I don’t need being rescued, Nick. I’m old enough to decide whether I want to go out or not,’ he said in a cynical tone.
 
‘I know,’ Nick answered, without any offense. ‘But if whatever you think will happen if you do this every night hasn’t happened in two weeks, I doubt it ever will. So I thought maybe you’d like to talk about what’s been eating you up these past weeks.’
 
Damn that man for seeing right through his act. Not letting his guard down, he shrugged.
 
‘Fine, take me home. An early night won’t do any harm I guess.’ He grinned. ‘I didn’t think you’d want to be seen in a gay club, by the way. It might mess up your reputation as a ladies man.’
 
Nick’s eyes narrowed. ‘You know what Rick,’ he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, ‘you and I both know you’re not this big an asshole. So feel free to stop pretending to be one and get in the goddamn car.’
 
He opened the door for Warrick and walked around to take the driver’s seat. When he sat down and looked over to his right, he saw that Warrick hadn’t moved an inch.
 
‘What are you waiting for Rick? The rapture? Get in here!’
 
Warrick tried to snap out of his sudden daze, but somehow his vision blacked out and his ears did a weird humming thing. He thought he heard Nick yell something like ‘Fuck! Warrick!’ and he briefly mused that that would be a very very good thing before his mind went black too.
 
He came to with his head in someone’s lap and a hand gently stroking his hair. For a moment Warrick had no clue where he was, who he was with, why his head hurt like shit and why this friggin bed was so hard and cold, before he remembered what happened.
 
‘Nick?’ he asked, for the second time that night. He slowly turned his head, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his skull that seemed to pound all the way through him.
 
A pair of dark brown eyes looked right into his, trying to gauge his state of consciousness. ‘You all right Rick? You went down like a ton of bricks, bro.’
 
Warrick grimaced. ‘Still woozy and my head hurts, but other than that I’m fine, I think.'
He tried to get up, but was held down by Nick.
 
‘Just lie still. You know just as well as I do that you shouldn’t get up right after you fainted. You’ll probably keel over again and I don’t want to pick you up from the steet twice in a row. Makes me feel like I’m on a date with a drunk.’
 
Despite how he felt, Warrick chuckled, resting his head in Nick’s lap again. ‘Picking up a drunk date twice. Man, that’s so you. I would have stepped over them on the way to someone else.’
 
He felt Nick’s laughter more than he heard it. ‘Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m a big ol’ softie.’
 
‘Nah,’ Warrick answered. ‘You’re not old.’
 
They stayed the way they were for a few more minutes, before Warrick felt confident he could actually make it to the car. Nick supported him by wrapping an arm tightly around his waist, which was a good thing because his legs still felt rather wobbly. He managed to get in the car by himself, and he closed his eyes again as soon as he sat.
 
‘You’re doing alright there?’ Nick asked, taking the driver’s seat again.
 
‘Yeah,’ Warrick sighed. ‘But it seems that I’m a bit more exhausted than I thought I was. I’m gonna just sit here and take a nap, if that’s okay?’
 
‘You sure you ain’t got a concussion, bro? Cause sleeping isn’t a good thing in that case.’
 
Warrick struggled to open his eyes. ‘No, nothing more than a nasty lump. I got a pretty hard head, you know.’
 
That seemed to be enough of an assurance for Nick.  He nodded. ‘Okay, you get some shut eye. I’ll wake you when we’re at your place.’
 
It didn’t take long for Warrick to doze off, and by the time Nick parked in front of his apartment, he was fast asleep. A jerk at his arm got him into a half-conscious state again and without opening his eyes he moved in the directed his arm was being pulled. As soon as he was out of the car, he leaned against it for support.

‘This really feels more and more like a date with a drunk,’ he heard Nick mutter, before he felt Nick’s arm wrap around his waist again and his arm being pulled over Nick’s shoulder. Nick half-walked, half-carried him to his apartment and parked him against the wall next to his door.
 
‘Gimme the keys Warrick,’ Nick demanded.
 
‘Inmapokt’, Warrick mumbled incoherently, while struggling to open his eyes again. He couldn’t remember feeling this tired ever before and as much as he wanted to enjoy having Nick so close, he really really needed to get some sleep right now.
 
Nick quickly searched through the pockets of Warrick’s jacket and after retrieving the keys, he opened the door and guided Warrick inside, directly towards the bedroom.
 
‘Do you want to use the bathroom first?’ Nick asked.
 
Warrick shook his head. ‘Nah, ‘m good.’
 
He lay down on his bed without as much as taking off his shoes and fell asleep within seconds.
 
 
It was dark when he opened his eyes again and the first things he noticed was the sound of the television coming from his living room and the smell of fresh coffee. He threw the comforter off of him, got out of bed and padded to the living room.
 
He was greeted with the sight of Nick on his couch, watching a football game with the sound surprisingly low, probably in order not to wake him.
 
‘Hey,’ Warrick made his presence known.
 
‘Ah, you’re up,’ Nick answered. ‘You must have needed this man, you’ve slept for 14 hours straight.’
 
He got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. A minute later he returned with a mug of coffee.
 
‘Here, just made it 10 minutes ago.’
 
Warrick took the mug and after a small sip he put it down on the coffee table. ‘Too hot to drink yet. I think I’m gonna take a shower first.’
 
Nick nodded. ‘I put your clothes in the hamper, by the way. They were kinda sweaty.’
 
At Warrick’s questioning look, he explained. ‘You were in no shape to do anything anymore last night, so I kinda undressed you and put you under the comforter. After that I made a makeshift bed on the couch and spent the night over here.’
 
A blush rose on Nick’s cheeks. ‘Hope you don’t mind?’
 
It took a huge amount of self-control not to wrap his arms around Nick and tell him how much he loved him that moment, nor let on how the idea of being undressed by Nick effected him. Instead he shrugged.
 
‘Course not.’
 
Nick nodded in agreement. ‘Thought so. Now go shower, because there’s no way you are getting out of explaining what the fuck is up with you lately.’
 
Warrick groaned. ‘I just opened my eyes Nick. Give a man a break, will ya?’
 
Nick grinned. ‘Nope. After dragging you out of a club, picking you up from the pavement, dragging your sleepy ass all the way to your apartment and hoisting you onto your bed, I think I deserve some sort of explanation.’
 
Warrick didn’t answer but stalked off to the shower, mentally kicking himself for making yet another escape.
 
Standing under the hot spray of his shower, he took some time to gather his thoughts, to try and find a way to explain to Nick what was bothering him without giving away too much. Because how were you supposed to tell your best friend that his presence in your apartment probably was the reason you slept so well? Or admit that your biggest fear is feeling alone?
 
He hung his head and let the water fall over his neck and back, silently cursing himself for being such a coward. His whole life he had been living this act of being a cool guy that never needed anyone. He had been living that lie almost up till the point of believing it himself.

He knew it was about time he’d be brave enough to admit his fears. If he couldn’t even share that with Nick, the man who had lived just about every fear one could encounter, who had always been there for him without judging him and who would understand him better than anybody, then who could he talk to?
Sighing, he turned off the water and got out of the shower, gathering as much courage as he could muster. He could at least be honest about his fears, his reasons for his behavior. He didn’t have to pull out  his Spanish guitar, drop on one knee, red rose between his teeth and break into a song about his unanswered love for Nick. He could play it cool.
Determined to do just that, he got dressed and got back to the living room.
 
‘So,’ he stated, grabbing his now lukewarm coffee and sat down on the couch next to Nick, resting his feet on the coffee-table.
 
Nick grinned. ‘Look Rick,’ he said, ‘I know talking, about something really personal, I mean, isn’t exactly your favorite off-time activity, but you gotta admit that you are kinda out of it lately.’
 
Warrick merely shrugged.
 
‘And that worries me,’ Nick continued, pretending not to notice Warrick’s defensive reaction. ‘I don’t know what you think you get out of it, but lately I’ve seen you go through a spur of the moment type of wedding and an even quicker divorce, I’ve seen you run off with a few strippers doing God knows what kind of dope and now this non-stop partying.’
 
He looked Warrick in the eyes. ‘You’ve seen me go through hell after…you know. How would you have felt if I had shut you out then?’
 
Warrick huffed. ‘I would have forced myself back in.’
 
Nick threw up his hands in the air. ‘There you go. Now you know how I feel.’
 
Okay, his last escape just went out the door. Warrick felt his stomach tie itself in knots, but he resisted the urge to get up and get out.
 
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘But this stays between us, because it’s one of those things that sound too silly to be true when spoken out loud.’
 
Confusion was written all over Nick’s face, yet he only nodded.
 
‘My whole life,’ Warrick started, ‘well, most of my adult life anyway, I’ve spent either working or giving into some kind of stupid behavior some place I probably shouldn’t be. What does that tell you?’
 
Nick thought for a moment. ‘You don’t like being at home?’
 
‘Pretty damn close Dr. Phil,’ Warrick answered, eyes fixed on the floor. ‘The truth is, and I swear to whatever God you like that I will kill you if you ever tell this to anyone else, I can’t be alone. It scares the shit out of me. I can’t sleep when I’m alone, can’t stay at home alone just sitting here.’
 
‘Got any clue where that came from?’ Nick asked.
 
Warrick was amazed his friend wasn’t doubling over with laughter because of his stupid behavior.
 
‘Yeah, well, maybe,’ he spoke quietly.
 
Silence followed.
 
‘And that would be?’ Nick urged.
 
Warrick heaved a sigh. ‘Ever since my mother died, I’m afraid everyone’s leaving me. So I prefer to be around people and if I can’t be around people I like to be under the influence of whatever’s around that makes me sleep. I just can’t sleep when I’m alone, Nick. Every time I wake up alone it feels like the first day after my mother died.’
 
He groaned. ‘God, how childish is that? I’m a grown man for crying out loud.’
 
He felt a warm, strong hand on the back of his neck, squeezing him gently. ‘Rick, you know as well as I do that you can carry bad things that happen in your childhood with you for a long time. That ain’t childish, it’s being human.’
 
Warrick looked at Nick and felt an immense relief when saw nothing but understanding on his friend’s face. Then suddenly a hint of a smirk formed around Nick’s lips.
 
‘However, the ways you tried to escape you fears weren’t always the most mature ones.’
 
Warrick couldn’t help but grin. ‘Yeah, well, I never said I was acting mature, now was I?’
 
Nick snorted. ‘No shit.’
 
Then he turned serious again. ‘But Rick, you must be feeling this lost for about 30 years now. Why didn’t you say something about it sooner? I wouldn’t have minded keeping you company if you needed it. You’ve done that for me on several occasions.’
 
Warrick cocked an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, that would be something. ‘Hey Nick, I couldn’t seem to pick somebody up earlier, could you ditch the girl you’re with and come over to keep me company ‘cause I don’t sleep well alone.’ I can totally see that happening.’
 
‘Yeah, of course. Marrying someone you don’t really love is a better option than asking your best friend.’
 
‘How would you know whether or not I loved Tina?’
 
Nick just looked at him.
 
Warrick shrugged. ‘Okay, you got me there.’
 
He got up and walked towards the kitchen to get some more coffee. When he sat back down he continued.
 
‘I wanted it to work, you know, our marriage I mean. She was a wonderful woman, but she needed more than I could give her. She wanted a husband and all I really wanted was some sort of shelter. Can’t blame her for moving on.’

‘So basically you’re saying that you need your house to be a home, a real home, or you just flee.’
 
Warrick nodded. ‘That’s it. If my house doesn't feel like a home, I go somewhere I won’t be alone.’
 
‘Hence the crowded clubs.’
 
‘Yeah, that’s the latest thing. Truth be told I did like the dope I was doing, but I didn’t want to seriously risk my job any longer. Dancing until I almost keel over from exhaustion at least doesn’t jeopardize the job.’
 
‘As long as you don’t have any unsafe sex in the process,’ Nick added.
 
At Warrick’s surprised look, he continued. ‘People may think I’m a little naïve sometimes, but even I can’t think of a lot of straight guys that would enter a gay club all by their lonesome. And you’re a guy, so sex is about the best sleeping pill you can take.’
 
Warrick was sure his blush showed, despite his dark skin. ‘There are things I don’t take risks with Nick, I don’t risk my life just to get off.’
 
‘Good,’ Nick stated. Then, in an gentle voice: ‘But wouldn’t you rather be with someone you really want to be with, someone you love and trust and you’d want to wake up next to?’
 
‘Of course,’ Warrick answered. ‘But since that’s not an option right now, I just take what’s offered.’
 
‘Whoa, back up a minute,’ Nick interrupted. ‘What do you mean ‘not an option right now’?’ You mean you’re not interested in anyone now, or you are and they’re not?’
 
Warrick sighed. ‘Nick, I’m done talking. Can’t we just go back to watching the game or anything.’
 
‘The hell you are. You’ve seen me stumble through numerous flings that all ended pretty disastrously. Now I'dlike to dwell on your misery with you for once, if you don’t mind.’
 
For some reason that irritated the hell out of Warrick. He’d already talked about what had been bothering him and the one thing he didn’t want was spill everything about the feelings for Nick he’d been harboring for the past years.
 
‘You know what Nick,’ he said, standing up from the couch and turning to face Nick, ‘I’m not going there. I’m not gonna get into this with you right now, no matter what you say. I’d promised to talk, and I did, and now we can all go on with our lives again.’ He glared at Nick, doing his best to end the discussion.
 
And damn that man for staying this calm despite literally being told to shut the fuck up.
 
‘What exactly are you afraid of Rick? You think I’ll treat you different for having a thing for a guy? I thought you knew me better than that.’
 
‘Let it go Nick,’ Warrick demanded, stalking off towards the window and looking outside for the purpose of not looking at Nick.
 
‘Or that I’d blabber it all over the lab or something? That’s crap Rick, and you know it. We’ve been shooting the breeze about our dates since forever. Why would this be any different?’
 
‘Nick!’ It was a growl more than a word.
 
‘No Rick, I’m not letting this go,’ Nick answered, coming up behind Warrick, heat radiating off of him. ‘If one tiny remark about your non-existing love life gets you all worked up, there’s gotta be something to it.’
 
‘Goddamnit, what do you want, Nick?’ Warrick shouted. ‘You get off on hearing how I’ve fallen for a guy that isn’t interested, huh? You think it’s funny to meet the guy you just know you want to be with more than anything and finding out he isn’t even remotely bisexual? And see him on a pretty regular basis so you are confronted with it every damn day?’
 
He knew he was getting too emotional to act rationally, but he couldn’t help it. It was like a dam had broken and it needed to get out.
 
‘You have no idea how that feels, do you? Meeting up and hearing all kinds of stories about whatever girl he’s with that week, leaving me nothing else than scoring some random chick I really don’t care about. Dying a little inside every time I see him get all cozy with someone in a bar, wishing it was me he was holding. Knowing that he would fill that gap that’s been there for so long.’
 
Warrick felt tears well up in his eyes and he quickly wiped them away, refusing to let them fall. ‘Fuck you Nick Stokes. You and your curiosity.’
 
He shoved Nick aside and tried to walk past him towards the door. Any other place would be better to be right now. But that same strong hand that had comforted him minutes ago, held him in a vice grip around his wrist and refused to let him flee again.
 
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Nick asked, still calm although his voice was a bit rougher than before.
 
Warrick tried to yank his arm free, but Nick held him in a strong grip and pulled him back towards him.
 
‘You really think you can lay this all on me and then just run? You think I like hearing how bad you feel, how bad I make you feel.’
 
Warrick only looked at Nick with a look close to shock on his face.
 
‘You didn’t really take me for a fool, did you?’ Nick said, in a softer, gentler tone. ‘If you talk about someone you see every day, you go out with, you talk to about dates, you see getting all cosy with some girl in a bar. How many people besides me do you share that with? Huh?’
 
‘Oh God,’ Warrick groaned, covering his face with the one hand Nick hadn’t taken hold of. ‘This was exactly what I was trying to prevent. Please tell me this isn’t really happening.’
 
Nick walked back to the couch, pulling Warrick with him and he sat them both down. ‘I think I need to tell you something and I know that one day we will look back and think this is a really funny moment.’
 
‘That’ll be the day,’ Warrick muttered, but he couldn’t help but being at least a little curious about what Nick had to tell him. Especially since Nick’s cheeks had turned a nice shade of red, something that happened when he was either angry or embarrassed, and he definitely wasn’t angry.
 
Nick took a deep breath. ‘The reason I chased all those girls every time we went out, was that I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t notice how I felt about you.’
 
Warrick’s jaw dropped. ‘What?’
 
A shy smile came to Nick’s face. ‘Yeah, how stupid is that. Me trying to fool you by chasing all kinds of girls while you were only getting unhappy about that. And all that time what I really wanted was to be with you, and vice versa, as I understand.’
 
He groaned. ‘God, what are we? Twelve years old?’
 
Maybe it was the release of the tension that had been there before, or maybe the insanity of this whole situation suddenly struck them both, and before they knew it, they were both doubling over with laughter.
 
‘I guess it’s really true what Cath always says,’ Warrick panted in between two fits of laughter. ‘Men really are kinda thick when it comes to things like this.’
 
Finally their laughter died out, and after a few last hiccups both men fell silent, occasionally glancing at each other, not exactly sure what to say or how to act. Nick was the first to break the silence.
 
‘Please tell me this isn’t going to be awkward,’ he pleaded. ‘We’ve been friends for ages. Finding out we both want it to be more can’t be the end of that, can it?’
 
Warrick cupped Nick’s chin, overwhelmed with a sudden feeling of tenderness that washed over him. ‘I seriously doubt that something we both seem to have wanted for so long can be awkward.’
 
He flashed an almost evil grin. ‘Now, don’t you think we’ve done enough talking for the rest of the day?’
 
And without waiting for an answer, he slowly moved towards Nick. His hand moved to the back of Nick’s head, pulling him closer until their lips touched for the first time. Briefly he thought that this really wasn’t awkward and it felt like he finally had arrived where he was supposed to be in the first place, but then Nick’s hands took hold of his neck and lower back and thinking suddenly didn’t seem very important anymore.
 
It started gently, tentatively; both men needing and taking the time to enjoy this first kiss. But soon it didn’t seem to be enough, and Warrick pulled back just a little to trace Nick’s lips with the tip of his tongue, as if he wanted to taste and savor every single detail about it, the curves, the softness, before closing his mouth over Nick’s again and pushing his tongue between Nick’s parted lips.

He felt Nick trying to silence a moan at that first contact and tangled one hand in Nick’s hair, drawing him even closer against him.
 
Both men tried to deepen their kiss even more, unable to let go, until Nick finally pulled back. Mouths still close to each others for a moment, breaths mingling, before Nick ducked his head a little to the side, a hint of a smile around his lips.
 
Warrick shivered when he felt Nick place kisses along his jawline and he tilted his head back to give him better access to the skin of his neck. The feeling of those soft lips, sucking on his skin and probably leaving more than one mark there, followed by the rasp of Nick’s stubble was so hot it almost literally melted him. Then Nick’s breath ghosted his ear.
 
‘I can’t believe this is finally happening, Rick,’ he said in a raspy voice. ‘I’ve wanted this, you, for so long, wanted to hold you, taste you, feel you.’
 
Warrick answered with a groan, pushing Nick onto his back on the couch and immediately draping himself on top of him. Resting most of his weight on one elbow, he used his other hand to pull Nick’s shirt out of his pants and finally, finally, enjoying the feeling of that man’s incredible abs under his hand.

Nick arched up to him, not bothering to bite back his moan this time when a warm callused hand slowly made its way across his stomach towards his chest, meanwhile pushing his shirt up higher.

By the time his shirt had reached his chest, fingertips brushing over his nipples, Nick pushed Warrick’s hand away for a second to take his shirt off. The second he lay back down, Warrick replaced his hand with his mouth. Starting at Nick’s collarbone, he slowly descended. Taking his time to explore and taste every inch of skin, he licked and sucked his way to Nick’s left nipple, while he rubbed the right between his thumb and index finger.
 
Nick could hardly move, both from the sensations that washed over him and the way Warrick had him trapped between his own body and the couch. His one free arm however, moved on its own accord to the back of Warrick’s head, stroking the soft skin behind the ear with his thumb. It caused Warrick to groan and bite down on Nick’s nipple, sending a shiver through him.

It seemed like Warrick’s whole body, every inch of him, was in direct contact with his cock. He’d been hard since the moment their tongues touched for the first time and everything he felt only increased that feeling.

Part of Warrick wanted to stay where he was and never leave that spot, but a bigger part of him needed more and the way Nick moved beneath him showed that the other man probably felt the same. He made quick work of his own shirt and lay down on top of Nick again, chests skin to skin for the first time, and he felt more than he saw that Nick was just as hard as he was. Nick felt so good against him, almost velvet-soft skin over hard muscles.
Warrick ground his hips against Nick’s in a leisurely pace before claiming his mouth again, deliberately trying to take it slow and enjoy what he knew was gonna be their first time, but the way Nick arched up against him, pressing his cock against Warrick’s, he knew that something had to give.
Reluctantly he pushed himself up a bit, smiling at Nick’s disappointed moan.
 
‘I wanna fuck you Nicky,’ he said in a husky voice, emphasizing his words by grinding his hips against Nick’s. ‘I wanna bury myself inside you and fuck you until you can’t even think anymore.’
 
He saw Nick’s eyes get darker with arousal from his soft spoken words.
 
‘That what you want baby?’ he asked. ‘Feel my hard cock inside you? Can you feel me Nicky, feel how hard you’re making me?’
 
The sound Nick made was close to a whine, before he tried to clear his throat.
 
‘Jesus Rick,’ he croaked. ‘You gotta stop talking like that, or..’
 
An almost evil grin came to Warrick’s face.
 
‘Or what Nicky? You like that a bit too much? You think you’re gonna come just from me talking?’
 
‘War-rick!’ Nick tried to pull him close again, restore their full body contact and get some kind of friction.
 
‘Want me to tell you what I want to do to you? How I want to strip you and lay you on my bed, your beautiful body all splayed out for me, your cock so hard, almost begging for me.’
 
He finally gave in to Nick and pressed his whole body weight against him for a brief moment.
 
‘But as much as I want to see if I can make you come just by talking, babe, I’d rather save that for another time,’ his voice barely above a whisper now, not even aware of the fact that he already felt this wouldn’t be a one time thing. ‘Let’s go to the bedroom Nicky, I need more room for what I have in mind.’
 
He got up and pulled Nick off the couch with him, unwilling to let go of the man in his arms, and together they stumbled to the bedroom.

Just as he had told Nick, Warrick pushed him onto the bed and unbuttoned Nick’s jeans before pulling them off.
 
‘Commando, huh,’ he smirked, standing next to the bed, towering over Nick and watching him intensely. Nick must have seen something in his eyes when he said that, something that gave one of Warrick’s own secrets away, because before he could do or say anything, Nick spread his legs a little and took his cock in his own hand, slowly stroking himself while Warrick was watching him.
 
Warrick’s pupils dilated with lust, unable to take his eyes of Nick’s hand that was slowly moving up and down his cock, while his other hand stroked his chest and pinched his nipples. He quickly got out of his sweatpants and boxer briefs and sat down between Nick’s spread legs.
 
‘Oh fuck Nicky,’ Warrick groaned, ‘you’re so beautiful like this.’
 
He shifted a bit to lie down between Nick’s legs and started to lick a trail from Nick’s knee, up his inner thigh and stopping just short of his balls before moving to the other knee and repeating his actions. This time he didn’t stop, but started licking Nick’s balls.
Immediately he felt the other man speed up the movements of his hand and he took hold of Nick’s wrist.
 
‘I don’t want you to come yet,’ he said, breath ghosting Nick’s erection, ‘cause I need to find out what you taste like when I blow you, what sounds you make when I open you up, stretch you and get you ready for me to finally fuck you.’
 
Nick was trembling beneath him, desperately trying to get back some of his control, but that dark husky voice did things to him that most people couldn’t even accomplish when they used their hands and mouth. Taking deep breaths, he closed his eyes for a moment until he felt capable of looking at Warrick without coming on the spot.
 
Warrick waited until Nick opened his eyes again before swirling his tongue around the head of Nick’s cock.
 
‘O Jesus Christ, Warrick!’ Nick moaned, letting his head fall back on the bed. ‘Just quit teasing me already!’
 
Warrick ignored his plea and took him as deep in his mouth as he could, meanwhile gripping the base of Nick’s erection to effectively prevent him from coming. Slowly moving up and down his lover’s engorged cock, he took his time to find out exactly what Nick liked most, reveling in the sounds Nick was making and silently thanking whatever god around for the fact that Nick wasn’t afraid to be noisy during sex.
His own cock had become painfully hard by now and he was glad Nick couldn’t reach him in this position or he wouldn’t be able to last much longer himself. With a last swirl of his tongue, he released Nick from his mouth and slid up his body so they were face to face again.
 
‘How long’s it been Nick?’ Warrick asked, meanwhile leaning over to his nightstand to fetch a small bottle of lube and a condom. ‘You need me to take some more time to get you ready?’
 
A blush spread on Nick’s already flushed face. ‘Yeah, that’d probably be best,’ he answered, burying his face in the crook of Warrick’s neck.
Warrick kissed the top of his head. ‘Don’t you turn all shy on me now Nicky. I only need to know ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt you.’
 
Nick turned his head to look at Warrick again, his arms coming up around Warrick’s back, stroking the hard muscles and traveling down until he had his ass in a firm grip. Their mouths met in a deep kiss again, quickly rising the heat between them once more, until Warrick started moving off of Nick.
 
‘Turn over baby, on you side,’ he whispered.
 
As soon as Nick turned on his side, Warrick came up behind him, chest pressed against Nick’s back and one leg between Nick’s. His erection was pressed up against Nick’s ass and he silently prayed for enough self-control because that man just felt too damn good and all he really wanted was to bury himself inside and stay there forever.

He managed to open the bottle of lube with one hand and after warming the cool liquid on his fingers, he rubbed one against Nick’s opening.
Nick turned his head, lips parted already to meet Warrick in yet another heated kiss, when Warrick slowly entered him, working one finger inside. Nick’s eyes closed, his head fell back and a low moan escaped his throat.
 
‘You feel so good Nicky,’ Warrick whispered hoarsely, mouth close to Nick’s ear, tracing it with his tongue. ‘You’re so hot, so goddamn tight.’
 
When he added a second finger, he felt Nick shiver against him, trying to push back to increase their contact. He smiled against Nick’s skin.
 
‘Getting impatient now?’ he asked, voice still barely more than a whisper. ‘I’m not gonna hurt you baby, so you just have to be patient for a while.’
 
Nick turned his head again, eyes black with lust. ‘I know what I said,’ he panted. ‘But please just stop teasing me and get on with it already. I need you inside me Rick, dammit, I need to feel you balls deep inside of me, now!’
 
His last words were hardly more than a growl, and that made Warrick’s intentions of taking things slow fly out the window. He quickly grabbed the condom and after putting it on and adding some more lube he positioned himself against Nick’s entrance. Slowly but steadily he pushed in, eyes on Nick for any signs of discomfort, but none showed. He wrapped his arms tightly around Nick, effectively trapping him and holding him still and started moving in and out at a slow, almost leisurely pace that was in total contradiction to the need he was feeling.
 
Nick was practically wailing by now, trying to push back, to speed Warrick up, to touch his cock, to let him touch his cock, and finally Warrick took pity on him.

Rolling them over, he got Nick on his elbows and knees and he sped up. Thrusting hard and fast into that velvety tight heat, he finally gave in to the need he was feeling himself as well. Aiming for Nick’s prostate over and over again he could feel the tension, the need for release, build in both of them. He pulled Nick up so he was standing on his knees, his chest plastered against Nick’s back again. Never slowing his rhythm, he held Nick against him with one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around Nick’s painfully hard cock and started jerking him in the same maddening pace.
He felt Nick tremble for a few seconds, before his head fell back against Warrick’s shoulder and he came, groaning something that sounded suspiciously like ‘omyfuckinggodwarrickiloveyou’, and for a second he thought this was the best thing he'd ever heard, but then his own orgasm hit him, blocking all other senses for minute and they both fell down in a tangle of limbs.

Warrick had just enough coordination to turn them both on their sides again so he wouldn’t crush Nick and to carefully pull out. He reached beside the bed for something to clean Nick up with, and after haphazardly cleaning him with his boxers he wrapped his arms around Nick and held him close while he watched him doze off.

He was still unable to fully comprehend what had happened these past few hours, but glad that Nick had fought through his resillience to talk. He smiled, stroking Nick’s upper arm with his thumb. His best friend, his lover now, had proved again to be the stronger of the two. Always looking out for Warrick and catching him right before he really started to fall, he had been the one to put two and two together this time as well.
If he hadn’t been the braver of the two a few hours ago, they’d still hadn’t gone past being best friends.
 
Warrick couldn’t resist placing kisses along Nick’s shoulder and neck, the only part he could reach without moving too much. Not enough to wake Nick, but just enough to make him snuggle a bit closer. Warrick felt so loved, so safe, that it overwhelmed him.
He hadn’t felt like this since he was a child, and that realization almost made him tear up. And what was even more off, he didn’t feel like he had to hide those emotions anymore. Whether or not Nick was asleep.
 
They lay like that for a long time, Nick asleep while Warrick was watching him. He didn’t feel like sleeping, not after having slept for 14 hours and being awake for only two anyway. But he couldn’t leave his bed. Not while everything he wanted was lying in his arms. Not while he finally knew what it felt like to be home.