Title: Honesty
By: lin71
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Fandom Type: TV series
Pairing: Warrick Brown/Nick Stokes
Prompt: #018 Honesty
Rating: FRAO
Series: 1) Rough Case, 2) Visiting Nick, 3) The Evening After the Morning Before, 4) The New Guy
Summary: Nick decides to be honest to himself and give in to what he wants.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I really wish Warrick was, but he’s not, darn it. And since I don’t own much anyway, don’t sue me. I really would be a waste of time for the both of us.
Feedback: would be great, just be nice about it.

Warrick hadn’t seen Nick at the lab all night. Not unusual, since they both worked different cases, but this time he really had wanted to see him to see if he was doing allright. After their joint shower he had to rush out of Nick’s house to be even remotely on time at the lab and he wanted to make sure the other man didn’t think he was running away from a one night stand.

His case had been wrapped up quickly, leaving him with not much else to do than go home on time for once. Nick on the other hand, seemed to be putting in some overtime. Warrick considered calling him, but dismissed of that thought since Nick wouldn’t be able to talk anyway when he was still working.
Which left him at his own apartment, still awake and anxious to hear from his friend. It took a long time for him to fall asleep.
 
His phone woke him up about two hours later.
 
‘Yeah?’
 
‘I woke you, didn’t I. Sorry man, I’ll call back later.’ It was clearly Nick’s voice, and he sounded nervous.
 
‘Nah, I’m awake. What’s up?’
 
‘Can I come over?’
 
‘Of course. Where are you?’
 
‘Outside your front door.’ And with that, he ended the phone call
 
Warrick started laughing, while walking the distance from his bed to his door, not bothering to put any more clothes on besides the boxer short he was sleeping in. When he opened, he saw Nick standing there, looking a bit embarrassed.
 
‘Can I come in?’
 
Warrick didn’t even bother to answer that question. Instead he grabbed Nick’s arm and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot. As soon as the door closed, Nick pushed Warrick up to the wall and started kissing him hard, invading his mouth with his tongue. It was rough, wet and exactly the way Warrick liked it. His arms came up behind Nick and he pulled him even closer, his hips making small circulair motions against Nick’s, causing the man to make soft moaning sounds in the back of his throat. Warrick reluctantly pulled back a little.
 
‘What’s gotten into you man? Not that I’m complaining, but..’
 
‘Not now,’ Nick breathed, before he claimed Warrick’s mouth again while his hands explored the muscular back, travelling lower and lower until both his hands were on Warrick’s ass, kneading his buttocks.
 
Warrick felt like his head was spinning. It had been way too long since any man had fucked him, and the feeling of Nick’s fingers getting so close to where he wanted them made him hard within seconds. Somewhere in the back of his mind, however, he knew there had to be something wrong with Nick. No one could change that fast, and no matter how much he craved those hands on him, or that mouth on him, or some fingers inside him, he needed to know what was going on.
 
He spun them around so he had Nick trapped against the wall. He took Nick’s hands and pinned them above his head, while looking him deep into eyes.
 
‘Talk!’ he demanded.
 
Nick heaved a sigh. ‘I thought only women were supposed to ruin the moment by wanting to talk. Is that some kind of gay thing too?’
 
Warrick resisted smacking him one over the head. ‘No, that’s just something most people do when they care about someone.’
 
He released his grip on Nick a little. ‘Look man, yesterday you hardly dared to look at me while we were in the shower, and now you’re about ready to jump me. Like I said, I’m not complaining, but I would like to know what brought that on.’
 
‘Just something that happened during this night’s shift, it’s no big deal.’
 
‘Like hell it isn’t. What happened to you Nicky?’ Warrick asked in a voice that could only be described as tender.
 
Nick hung his head, suddenly looking defeated. ‘My mom called me about this year’s Thanksgiving and within five minutes she started the ‘are you bringing a girlfriend and when will you start thinking about marrying and kids’ speech. Usually I can take it, but not when I’m scraping a jumper off of the pavement that killed himself because he wanted to get out of a lousy marriage.’
 
Warrick brought Nick’s hands down and guided him to the couch. When Nick sat down, Warrick sat down on the ground in front of him, resting his arms on Nick’s knees and looking him in the eyes.
 
‘Then what?’
 
‘Well, she wouldn’t stop nagging me about it and after about 10 minutes I’d had it. So I kinda blurted out that she should knock it off because the lover I have right now isn’t the kind she wants to meet anyway. She started a whole speech about things like money and status and how they are not important to them.’
 
He snorted. ‘Yeah right, like I believe that. It’s all I heard growing up, finding a girl that would come from a similar background ‘cause that would be the best thing for all of us. Anyway, I interrupted her kinda loudly by shouting in the phone that my lover is a black man instead of some rich blond type of former cheerleader and she could take it or leave it. It’s safe to say she didn’t take it very well, or at least I think she didn’t since she hung up on me.’
 
Warrick got onto his knees, cupped Nick’s face with both hands and kissed him softly.
 
‘You didn’t have to do that on my account, baby,’ he said quietly, ‘You know I’d never ask you to do that.’
 
‘I know, but it was about time I start being honest for once,’ Nick said firmly. ‘I’ve been lying way too long just to please them. I don’t regret telling, even though her reaction did hurt. But it probably would have been better if I hadn’t shouted it at her with Grissom in hearing distance.’
 
Warrick couldn’t hold back a chuckle at that image. ‘Did he say anything?’
 
‘Not about what I said. More some sort of general comment about not letting private matters interfere with the job at hand.’
 
‘Sounds like Gris. That still doesn’t explain you jumping me.’
 
Nick blushed. ‘Well, I realized that the main reason I hid who I am is that I didn’t want people to find out. And since that’s happened anyway, I might as well start living the way I want to. So I came here to do what I want to do most.’
 
‘Which would be?’ Warrick asked, challenge in his voice.
 
‘Which would be having sex with you.’ His blush deepened and he looked down. ‘Although I may need some instructions along the line, since I’m kinda new to this.’

‘Well, Nicky, in that case I suggest we move this to the bedroom. As comfortable as my couch is; I like some room to move around.’
 
And with that, he took Nick’s hand and guided him to his bedroom. Despite all the time they had hung out together, Nick had never been in this room and he took some time to look around. The room was simple, mainly filled with a huge kingsize bed, night stands on both sides, but what really got Nick’s attention was a full length mirror on the wall next to the bed. Warrick followed his eyes.
 
‘If that bothers you, I can cover it.’
 
Nick shook his head. ‘No, it just surprised me, that’s all.’
 
Warrick nodded and padded on the bed. ‘Okay, wanna come over here?’
 
Nick walked over and sat down next to Warrick, who was facing the mirror.
 
‘I want to get you out of these clothes first, Nicky,’ Warrick whispered, voice low. He started to unbutton Nick’s shirt, placing kisses on every piece of skin that he revealed. Nick couln’t do anything but look into that mirror, seeing this gorgeous man, his gorgeous man, peeling him out of his shirt slowly.

Warrick took his time, kissing and licking Nick’s chest and sliding down a bit to do the same thing to his abs. Then he slowly licked his way up again, back to Nick’s mouth, lips already parted to welcome him in. Their kiss started out slowly, but soon the intensity Nick showed earlier took over again and he quickly shook of his shirt before wrapping his arms around Warrick, the need to feel his almost naked body against him too strong to ignore.
After some time Nick pulled back a little, breathing heavy.
 
‘What do you want me to do?’ he asked.
 
‘Anything that comes to mind Nicky,’ Warrick answered. ‘As long as it doesn’t cause any severe pain, I’m up for it.’
 
Nick didn’t need further encouragement. He pushed Warrick down on the bed and let his hands roam over the other man’s body, exploring every little detail, watching how his lover reacted to his touch. Every now and then glancing at the mirror, almost mesmerized by how they looked together. Then he got back to claiming Warrick’s mouth, his kiss wet and rough again.

Warrick wanted to let Nick take his time, but he needed to feel more skin. He brought his hands down and loosened Nick’s belt before working on his buttons. Obviously Nick had the same idea, because he got off the bed and got out of his pants quickly, pulling his boxers off in the same motion. Warrick almost gasped at the sight of Nick, standing there fully aroused with a predatorial look of pure lust visible on his face.

‘Oh god Nicky, I want you so bad,’ he managed to get out, before he grabbed Nick’s hand and pulled him back onto the bed. He used his strenght to roll them over and pin Nick to the matras, one leg between Nick’s, grinding his boxer-clad erection against Nick’s hip and enjoying the way it made his lover thrust his hips, trying to get any kind of friction.

He slid down on the bed, placing a trail of kisses on Nick’s chest and stomach, his hands stroking the inside of Nick’s thighs, teasing him until he was writhing with pleasure. Suddenly Nick’s head snapped up.
 
‘Goddamnit Rick, will you touch me already!’
 
‘Ooh, bossy aren’t we,’ Warrick smirked, before he complied and licked a path from the base of Nick’s cock all the way to the tip, swirling his tongue around it and watching it twitch at the sudden contact. He heard Nick moan and felt a strong hand on the back of his head, silently urging him to take the throbbing erection in his mouth. He opened his mouth and took the hard member in as deep as he possibly could, while holding Nick’s hips with both hands to prevent him from thrusting too hard. When he looked up at Nick, he saw that the other man was watching every move he made in the mirror.

Warrick started bobbing his head up and down in a slow tantalizing pace, every now and then taking his mouth off of Nick’s member to use only his tongue on the head. He wanted to draw it out, but all too soon he felt by the way Nick’s cock hardened even more and his balls tightened that the other man was about to come. Seconds later he felt Nick pull his hair.
 
‘Rick… I’m gonna….’ he panted.
 
Warrick just looked up at him and the moment they made eye contact he took him even deeper in his mouth. It proved to be more than Nick could take, and with a loud groan he came. Warrick swallowed it all, and took some time licking Nick clean before letting him slip from his mouth.
 
His own erection was nearly painful now and begging to be touched. Warrick peeled of his boxers and lay back down next to Nick, who was slowly entering consciousness again.
 
‘Man, Rick, that was..’ he said, voice drowsy, fingers slowly drawing patterns on Warrick’s chest, traveling lower, across his abs.
 
‘Hope I didn’t ruin you for the entire day,’ Warrick answered in a husky voice. ‘Because it would be a shame if I didn’t get to enjoy the feeling of you fucking me into oblivion.’
 
To his surprise, he saw a small twitch in Nick’s cock at his words and Nick’s eyes opened wider.
 
‘Don’t worry man,’ he continued. ‘I’ll talk you through it, but I really need to get off first. You want to help me, or watch me do it myself?’
 
Nick got up on his knees and climbed on top of Warrick, trapping him between his thighs. Slowly he licked his palm, never taking his eyes of Warrick and began to stroke his rigid length with gentle slow strokes. To Warrick it almost felt like torture, he craved more pressure, more speed, but Nick had him pinned down in a way that left him completely helpless and unable to move.
 
‘God.. Nick.. please I need to come, please let me come,’ he begged shamelessly, every bit of control gone by now.
 
Nick answered by looking at him with a wicked grin on his face, before he sped up his pace and tightened his grip on Warrick. That evoked a string of curses from the other man, before he came, hard, shooting his cum over Nick’s hand and his own stomach.
 
Trying to get his breath under control again, Warrick cleaned them up haphazardly before taking Nick in his arms again, sharing a lazy kiss.
 
‘Ready for round two?’ he asked, nuzzling Nick’s shoulder.
 
‘Yeah,’ Nick sounded breathless.
 
Warrick reached over to the night stand to retrieve lube and a condom. He rolled back onto his back and let his legs fall open invitingly.
 
‘Ever done this baby?’
 
‘Nope,’ Nick answered, sounding a bit uncertain. ‘Read about it, though.’
 
‘Mmm, okay, well, most important is taking your time to stretch me. It’s been a while, so I’m gonna need that.’
 
Nick put a royal amount of lube on his fingers and slowly rubbed one against Warrick’s opening, following the other man’s instructions. He obviously took enough time, because after a while he saw Warrick getting hard again and heard him hiss.
 
‘Put one finger inside baby, please.’
 
The begging tone in Warrick’s voice did him in. He couldn’t believe that that man, that had made keeping his cool into an art form, was laying here next to him and begging Nick to touch him. Nick complied and slowly let his index finger enter Warrick.
 
‘Like this?’
 
‘O yeah! Now move it in and out a little…..oh fuck baby……that feels so good.’
 
Looking at his man, lying there with his eyes closed, pushing down on his every move, was one of the most erotic things Nick had ever experienced. He started to move his finger around a little more and suddenly Warrick’s eyes snapped open and a loud moan escaped him. Nick stopped all movements.
 
‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked worried.
 
Warrick made a sound somewhere between a moan and a chuckle. ‘Fuck no, but if you stop now I might start to hurt you. Get a second one in, and aim for that exact same spot.’
 
By the time he was ordered to get a third finger inside, Nick was so hard that he feared to loose it before he had a chance to get his cock inside that tight heat surrounding his fingers. Warrick was moaning loudly at his every move and that sound just went straight to his groin.
 
Suddenly Warrick tossed the condom to Nick. ‘Put that on Nicky, it’s time to get inside.’
 
Nick removed his fingers, making Warrick groan at the sudden loss of contact, and tried to get enough control over his movements to get the protection on. He squirted some lube on his hand and quickly coated himself. He brought Warrick’s legs up, calves over his shoulders and positioned himself against his man’s entrance.
 
‘You ready?’ he asked.
 
‘Babe, you gotta stop asking that much and look at the evidence.’ Warrick panted. ‘Get in slowly.’
 
Nick inched forward, slowly burying himself in that slick velvet heat for the first time. Hotter and tighter than he had ever experienced, and it took every bit of restraint he could find not to come that instant. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths and desperately trying to get some control again.
Finally he felt able to move. He looked at Warrick and the small reassuring nod he got from the other man was all he needed.

He started moving in and almost out in a slow pace, aiming for Warrick’s prostate every time. He was totally lost in his pleasure and the way Warrick was moving under him. Suddenly Warrick put his hand against his cheek, turning his head a little.
 
‘Nick,’ he breathed, ‘look at us.’
 
Nick opened his eyes and looked in the mirror, seeing them both moving against each other, with each other, and found himself unable to look away from that beautiful image. He lowered one of Warrick’s legs to get a better view of their reflection and when he watched Warrick grabbing hold of his own erection he closed his hand over Warrick’s. That proved to be too much for either man. Warrick came, crying out Nick’s name and clenching down on Nick cock. Completely lost in this feeling, Nick pushed in hard one last time before he was hit by the most intense orgasm he ever experienced. He fell down on Warrick, no longer capable of supporting his weight, incapable of any movement.
 
Both men lay there for what seemed like forever, before Nick finally could come up with the strenght to lift himself off of Warrick and gently pull out. He tossed the condom in a waste basket nearby and cleaned them up with his shirt, the closest thing nearby. When he lay back down, Warrick wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight.
 
‘Are you afraid I’m gonna run?’ Nick asked, turning his face to Warrick.
 
‘No baby, I guess you’re just in on one of my secrets now,’ his lover answered. ‘I’m a cuddler after great sex. If you can’t sleep that way I’ll let go in a few minutes.’
 
Nick nestled himself a bit closer against Warrick’s warm body. 
 
‘Nah, I’m good.’
 
‘Kay, night babe.’
 
‘Night Rick.’