Title: Just Forget the World
Author: High_Striker
Pairing: Stud Muffin Lovin' (also known as Nick/Rick)
Rating: NC17
Summary: It's an unspoken agreement, and always has been.  Sometimes words are just overrated.

It's not a big day for them.  Not by most standards at the very least.

The extraordinary lengths so many others go to almost makes it seem like the least romantic way to spend Valentine's Day together.  All over Vegas, all over the country, and beyond, people are out and about, waiting and planning and crossing their fingers that they'll finally experience the perfect date.  And it's completely normal.  In fact it's more abnormal to go against that tide.  But then again, they'd never let others influence them and what they have.

Catherine already spent hours going off about how they were wasting their day off.  A day so many others would die to have off.  A day where they could go out, where they could romance and woo their partners, and truly experience the most romantic day of the year.

Instead, they've spent the past ten hours lying together.  Not moving much, hardly speaking, and even refraining from too much mischief.  The blinds are partially open, letting in the first few rays of sunlight, but it's still at least an hour before the sun will be up.  At the moment Nick's body is plastered to his man's side, their arms and legs intertwined.  Half an hour ago Warrick had been leaning back against the headboard, and Nick had been turned around, hands trailing absent lines along Rick's bare legs as they talked.

Lying in a bed together all day is their own way of just being there.  Being together, being alive, being happy, and being in love.  It's their day together, and while it happens to coincide with a holiday it doesn't change anything, not really.

They're not being terribly romantic by usual standards.  Their conversation has ranged from sports, to music, to family, to a DB from a few weeks back.  It's understood that there's only two reasons either one of them is leaving the bed, because getting food and using the bathroom are both quite necessary, and knowing that they'll be greeted by the other's pout both when they get up and when they come back is just another part of it all.

Nick smiles as he furrows his face deeper into Warrick's side, causing the man to chuckle at his actions before pulling him even closer.  When Nick tries to pull away, Warrick doesn't let go, and it's not long before they're wrestling, only to have it end when Nick finally catches hold of a pillow and uses it to smack his man in the face.

After awhile they're no more than a tangled up mess.  Limbs are all over, the sheets randomly twisted around their bare skin.  And for a few hours neither one wants to move.

They've been together for so long, through so many hardships, and they're still together.  The words were never spoken, but they've been there, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, and deep down they both know that they'll stick to each other for the rest of their lives. 

It's not traditional by any sense.  There's no candles, no cards, no flowers, no fancy meals, not a thing but the two of them lying together in bed.  Both so grateful just to have the other to hold onto.  That neither of their mistakes have been unforgivable, that they've both been lucky enough to survive so much both on the job and in their own lives.  But they don't need it to be traditional.  What they share is theirs and theirs alone.

And that's what makes it so special.  Because to them there's not a place in the world that they'd rather be.  There's no boredom, no wishing to be anywhere else.  The only thing there is a simple feeling of happiness, and just being content.  They don't need anything else, not when they already have each other.

The first kisses are slow.  Light and steady as their lips meet.  By the time Warrick moves to Nick's chest the sun has already been up for a few hours.  But they aren't about to rush a single moment of this day.  At least concerning the moments when they're in bed together.  Meals and going to the bathroom are an entirely different story.

Nick eventually rolls them over, their movements slow and calm as Nick takes his turn.  His legs straddling Rick's hips, and his lips placing tender kisses along his man's shoulders.  Both of his hands roam Warrick's body, traveling softly wherever he can reach.  An indeterminable amount of time later, and his hands finally make their way south, stopping only to tickle lightly at Warrick's nipples.

From there it's a straight path to his current goal.  It takes so much control for Nick to keep  himself steady as his hands tighten around their erections, and he grins slightly when he realizes that Warrick's helping hold his body up.

Their lips meet, and the kisses are still gentle, though there are undeniable flames when their tongues meet, playfully battling for a little dominance in the kiss.  Both bodies are becoming more slick with sweat as Nick's hands continue their steady rhythm, only aiding by Warrick's slight thrusts.  Feeling the other's skin grinding against their own has them panting before too long, and several intense minutes later, and sweat isn't the only liquid holding their chests together.

Neither one moves for well over an hour, until Warrick reluctantly admits that his bladder can't be held back for forever, and he has to get up.  Nick's quick to get up as well, and he makes a bee-line for the kitchen, where a bowl of Cheerios awaits.

In the end it's more or less a race to see who can eat and take care of the call of nature quickest, and Nick let's a few curses fly when he finally gets out of the bathroom to find that Warrick had already made it back to their bed.  He pouts upon seeing the smug look, and promises himself that he'll be quicker if they stop and have any lunch.

But before long those thoughts are pushed out of his mind, and he doesn't waste any time before playfully pouncing on his man.

Several minutes of playful kissing go by, and they eventually slow to a stop, their faces resting against each other with their lips separated by little more than an inch of nothing but air.

Just before Warrick can make himself lean forward to close the gap between their lips he's startled by the unceremonious snore that escapes from Nick.  With a slight shake of his head he puts a little bit more distance between them, so that Nick's weight is more on the bed than on his body, and so that they can both sleep comfortably.  Although that doesn't stop him from keeping his arms wrapped firmly around Nick's torso as he himself drifts off to sleep.

His eyes snap open, and instinctively search out their clock, only to see a pair of Nick's briefs covering the numbers.  And then he suddenly realizes what woke him up in the first place.  His breath catches in his throat the second he feels Nick's lips descend onto his cock once more, and he can barely stay still.  That and he smiles broadly because he's never found waking up to be quite such an exhilarating experience as this.  The sight of Nick's body between his spread legs only adds to every other emotion and sensation that he's feeling.

Under other circumstances he'd be demanding Nick to pick up the pace already, and to start really going to town.  But today is different.  It's not about the heat of the moment.  They're connecting on their own terms, and on levels that he can't really describe accurately in his own mind.  All he knows is that this is one of the best days of his life.

That and if Catherine hadn't been so distracted by her own looming date she wouldn't have given them any gruff about their plans.  Although her mind would have been focused more on their current actions than the rest of the time they spent together in bed.

But that's as far as his mind can go, because Nick's lips are far too talented for their own good, and even at the slow pace Warrick's already on the brink of letting go once more.  Noticing the path of one of Nick's hands towards his own groin has Warrick pulling back and out from Nick's mouth.  The confused look on the Texan's face doesn't last long though once Warrick finally pushes both their bodies into a more comfortable position, so that he's lying in the opposite direction, and they're both on their sides, bodies facing each other.

And then he's using his tongue on Nick's own straining erection.  Even though Nicky has got a decent head start, he's determined to go slow and still get Nick to climax first.

Nick seems to know that there's a challenge going on, because before long they're both doing everything they can to tease the other.  Their tongues and lips are working overtime, but this is beyond being worthwhile just to feel and taste the salty skin of the other.

Minutes later and their bodies are finally bordering on overdrive.  Warrick can't even think straight enough to realize that he's technically lost when he finally comes.  And he moans around Nick's cock as his man's tongue gently licks along his quickly fading erection making sure he's clean.  The moan is enough to send Nick over the edge as well, and a split second after Nick's body tenses Warrick can feel the semen spurting into his mouth.  He pulls back just long enough to swallow before he uses his tongue to return the favor and clean Nick's own cock.

They don't move for awhile, and when they do it's only to curl up side by side.  Neither one falls asleep, and in the end, they don't say much of anything either.  It's enough for them to be there, to be together and simply enjoying the mere presence of the other.

Nick smiles as he feels his body relax.  He loves being able to feel the steady beating of Warrick's heart against his own chest, and the way those powerful arms can engulf his body, and make him feel like nothing else in the world could possibly matter.  For the day at least, nothing else does matter.  Nothing but them, and he can't thank Warrick enough for giving that to him.

Right now, he's more than content to lie next to his man.  More than content to spend the day not moving, not doing more than enjoy the company of the guy that stole his heart years ago.

And with so much doubt and uncertainty that he's experienced, there's nothing better than getting the opportunity to have it all wiped away.  It's impossible for him to even imagine doubting Warrick while he's lying in the man's arms, and listening to Rick's steady breathing.

He burrows his face deeper into the bare skin before him, wishing he could feel even more enveloped by his man.

Warrick immediately knows what Nick's after, and gently tightens his arms, slowly rubbing Nick's back with his hands, trying not to miss a single square millimeter of skin.  His legs slowly ease their way towards Nick's own, and he manages to slide his free leg between Nick's, and pulling their bodies as close together as he possibly can.

Just the scent of Nick's sweat, mixed with the smell of his soap and shampoo, is enough to leave him beyond simply being intoxicated.  He's spent his entire life searching for this.  Searching for someone who could fill the gaping hole he's always felt since the moment his mother passed away.  A hole that had only grown when he'd lost his grandmother.  And a hole that isn't there anymore.

His attention drifts to the feel of Nick's smooth skin as his hands trail along the man's back.  He can feel the light hair on Nick's legs against his own, and the delicate way it tickles his own legs whenever he moves the slightest bit.  Nick's breath is warm against his bare chest, and it makes him feel warm on so many levels.

The sun is starting to descend by the time either of them bothers to move again, spurred only by Nick's growling stomach.  Warrick can't hold back his laughter when Nick tries to convince him that he's not hungry, and with a theatrical sigh Warrick forces himself up, ignoring Nick's pout as he goes to nuke some leftover pizza.  Minutes later they're at the table in the kitchen, eating as fast as they possibly can, though it's hard for both when they keep finding themselves distracted by the other.  And even after laying in bed for an entire day with no clothes on, it doesn't change the sad fact that it's not entirely common for them to eat while in the buff.

But by the time they're done there's an undeniable gleam in Nick's eyes, and it doesn't take more than a second before it's mirrored in Warrick's own eyes.

They leave what little they got out scattered on the table, neither one giving a rat's ass about any of it.  The second they stand up, their bodies meet, and they pull each other in for a soft kiss that's full of promises that both are quite ready and eager to fulfill.

It takes them a good chunk of time to actually get to the bedroom while their tongues do everything imaginable to tease each other into taking a little more control.  But neither one is willing to lose control yet.  That's for when the sun finally goes down.

When Nick feels the back of his legs hit the bed he doesn't hesitate as he lets himself fall back and the moment he feels the sheets against his bare skin he's already being covered in a warm blanket that consists of nothing but Rick's bare flesh.

Nick knows he's in for one hell of a ride when it comes to the sensual, fluttering kisses Warrick is gracing his body with.  They never stay in one place for too long, and he can feel the slight trace of cool saliva everywhere those lips meet his skin.  There's not much pattern at all, beyond the undeniable downwards path, but it leaves Nick gasping, moaning, and all but writhing in his desire for so much more and in his anticipation for what he knows is coming.

Warrick takes his sweet time as he blindly reaches towards the end table for one particularly important bottle.  He doesn't take any mercy on Nick as he liberally coats his fingers one by one, knowing that it's torturing the man beneath him, in all honesty it's torturing him as well, but this is something that he knows that they both want, something they both need.

He slowly works his finger into Nick's tight heat.  Every movement is slow, thought out and calculated.  It defies every instinct in both of them to not speed things up.  Which is really the whole point in the end.  This is going to be slow, steady, and their own way of showing each other how much they mean to each other.

Warrick spends a good ten minutes using only his index finger to loosen Nick's ass, working it in and out, as gently as possible, which is hardly difficult with the amount of lube he's using.  Even as he slides his middle finger in he maintains the constant rhythm, and he waits before even slightly scissoring his fingers back and forth in time with each slow thrust.

Both men are painfully hard, but it's not for another lengthy period of time that Warrick finally lubes himself up and begins to slid into Nick's body.  It's not a difficult step after so much prep, but Nick still feels so tight around him that he has to pause and wait for his own body to adjust.

It's taking all of his efforts to not lose control, and he knows that it's killing Nick not to flat out beg for more.  But his thrusts are still slow, calm and steady, because this is all about them, and right now, it's about savoring everything about each other.  The frenzy can come later, and will be openly welcomed by both once the sun is down, once they've let this fully settle in.

Nick's all but squirming before too long.  It's not really better or worse in his mind from the passionate and much more physically exhausting bouts of lovemaking, but it is different.  And he won't deny that it's not an incredible feeling all the same.

As he lets loose another moan as Warrick's pace picks up just the slightest bit, he can't help but feel so grateful to have found someone that could give him everything he could possibly ever need.  There's no question as to how much Warrick means to him, and he's positive that he can always count on Warrick to pull through when he needs him to.  The steady pace that his man is setting is more than enough evidence of that.

There'll be time for insecurities and doubts later.  They're only human, and while their relationship is hardly perfect, they can't deny that they're both doing everything they can, and that they're both opening their hearts and so much more to each other in every way that they can.

The sun is long gone before Warrick is finally getting close to what might be considered a rigorous pace by some, but for the two of them it's still far slower than usual.  Both are panting, the length of time not going unnoticed by either, and in the back of Nick's mind he bets that they've set a world record, not that he's complaining.

It's not much longer before Warrick places his hands firmly around Nick's straining erection, and he has to use them both to keep them steady.  His final thrusts are slightly faster, a bit deeper, until his last plunge which is steady once more, deep and slow, and he can feel his release finally escape and the myriad of following emotions are almost drowned out when he feels Nick's semen splatter along his fingers.  His eyes travel from his hands, following the spots of cum that are scattered about Nick's chest.

He slowly pulls himself free before slumping down beside Nick's own motionless body.

Neither one moves for quite some time until Nick finally pulls Warrick in for one more long, kiss that can best be described as being full of nothing but love.  Once Nick pulls back, they stay still for awhile more, until Warrick finally stands up, pulling Nick with him.  Both sets of legs are unsteady, but together they make it to the bathroom in one piece, and manage to get a hot bath ready.  A quick glance towards the small window has Warrick smile slightly as he turns just in time to see Nick's ass as he moves towards the tub.

He's pretty damn sure that the feeding frenzy is about to start, and the playful smack he lands on Nick's ass leaves no doubts as to the amount of pleasure and bliss that are sure to follow.

The next morning, both will be sore, but that's hardly important when they'll still be lying side by side, and know that they'll continue to do so for as long as they live.

The end.

A/N: Hope everyone had a good Valentine's Day!  I'm a romantic at heart, and well, I was partially inspired to write this when I realized that in every fic I read- everyone always loses control, and well, I went for something different.  Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars" was also a major influence on this story.  I love that song... Plus I think this would be the best Valentine's Day "date" possible...

(And there's still another twenty minutes left before Valentine's Day is over! I made it! :) At least in my time zone anyway...)