Title: Low Maintenance
Author: korbjaeger
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Warrick/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none (Except the usual mild post-GD...)
Warnings: none
Summary: It's Warrick's birthday, and all he wants is life's simpler pleasures...beer, pizza, and growing old with the one you love...
Disclaimer: Not my characters; just borrowing.
A/N: Porn? Of course...but with a healthy dash of humor, romance, and sports...

On hearing the knock at the door, Nick quickly pulled his jeans on over his boxers. He'd just managed to put those on after a long shower, and wasn't expecting anyone for another half-hour or so. He jogged to the front door and looked through the peekhole. Big grin.

He opened the door and stepped back. "Didn't expect to see you until six!"

Warrick strode in, carrying a grocery store bag and a small vinyl overnight bag. "Sorry..."

"Don't be." Nick closed the door, then slid his arms around Warrick's neck, giving him a welcoming kiss. "Glad you're here. Whatcha got?"

"This goes in the fridge..." Warrick handed Nick the grocery bag. "I'll toss this in the bedroom."

Nick took the bag, giving Warrick a visual once-over. He was wearing a sharp dark grey suit, pale grey shirt, and a rather conservative - for Warrick, anyway - tie. Nick frowned.

"Uh-oh. I guess I'd better dress up a little tonight, huh?"

"This? Oh...no..." Warrick laughed. "I had court today, remember?"

"Oh...yeah, I forgot." Nick set the bag on his kitchen counter and opened it. His eyes widened.

"A twelve-pack?!"

"That's right," Warrick's voice drifted back from the bedroom, where he was depositing his mini-duffel and suit jacket.

Putting the beer in the refrigerator, Nick asked, "You think we'll go through the whole thing?"

"Never know..." Warrick came back into the living room, still looking a bit tired. "We're going strictly low maintenance tonight."

"Low maintenance?"

"No fuss, no drama, no dress-up. You got League Pass, right?"

"Yeah."

"Pre-season game on tonight, Pistons - Blazers, I think. I already ordered out for pizza on my cel so we wouldn't have to wait..."

"Pepperoni?"

Warrick grinned. "One pepperoni, one with everything. And those cinnamon thingies for dessert."

Nick made a face. "Aw, no birthday cake?"

"I want to celebrate, not burn your apartment down. Come on - beer, hoops, pizza...I'm where I wanna be, I'm with who I wanna be with. That's how I want to celebrate."

Who I wanna be with. Nick blushed very slightly. He reached up and caressed Warrick's cheek, then loosened his tie. "You can do without this, too, I'm sure."

"Oh, I like being somewhere I don't need to wear a tie," Warrick chuckled. "Feel like I've been tied up all day."

Nick pulled the knot down a few inches, then undid the first several buttons of Warrick's shirt. He traced the contours of Warrick's collarbone and the upper curves of his pectorals with his fingertips, then pressed a kiss against his chest, over his heart.

Touched, Warrick pulled him closer, weaving his long fingers through Nick's short-but-growing dark hair. "It'll be nice to just...you know, eat pizza...yell at the TV..." He kissed Nick gently on the lips. "...drink beer..." Kissed him again. "...belch..." Again. "...leave the toilet seat up..." Again...

Nick wrapped his arms around Warrick's waist, massaging his back gently. "Sounds like fun..." He reached back again to undo more of Warrick's shirt buttons, but Warrick stopped him.

"Wait til the pizza gets here. I don't want to feel like I have to explain something."

"Right..." Nick nodded. "I'll put the game on."

Warrick kissed him on the forehead, then pulled his wallet out as Nick went over to get the remote. "Twenty-five oughta do it and give them a decent tip."

"Twenty-five?! What size did you get?"

"Larges. Gotta have leftovers, you know."

"Oh yeah, right, breakfast of champions," Nick laughed.

Warrick flopped down on the sofa, grabbing the remote from Nick and turning up the volume. "This oughta be a low-scorer. Portland plays like an East Coast team, all defense. I miss the days a few years ago, Dallas and Sacramento. First team to a hundred wins, and then you play the fourth quarter."

"Phoenix still plays run-and-gun," Nick offered, kneeling beside him on the cushion.

"I bet not so much this year," Warrick replied. "They picked up some D. Nash is always gonna run, though. Boy got two speeds - super-fast and are-you-insane..."

Nick turned and knelt astride Warrick's lap. "Yeah, well some things oughta be taken a little slower..." He pushed his hips forward, pressing against Warrick's. "Some things can go fast, and..."

Warrick sighed contentedly, massaging Nick's bottom through the denim, tracing the cleft as deeply as the fabric would allow. "Boy, we got a game on."

"Oh, am I obstructing your view of the lovely Marv Albert..."

"Who's talking about basketball?"

A mischievous smile spread between them. Nick kissed Warrick's neck, running his tongue along the contours as he ground his hips harder against Warrick's. Warrick gave Nick's bare shoulder a playful nip, then slipped his hands further beneath him, tickling the tender area there. Nick felt himself immediately harden, and gave a soft, lustful sound as he tickled the back of Warrick's neck and laid a series of wet kisses there.

The sound of the doorbell startled Nick into an upright position. Warrick grabbed a nearby throw pillow and pulled it into his lap.

"Money's on the counter," he said, his expression all innocence.

Nick was flustered for a moment, then mildly mad. He stood, wiping the saliva from his shoulder with one hand, grabbed the money and answered the door. He pulled it open carefully, standing at enough of an angle that the midline of his body was hidden.

The delivery boy held the two pizza boxes and a bag perched atop them. "Large pepperoni, large special, order of Cinnarinos. That be all?"

"Yeah." Nick took the boxes with one hand and held them at waist level as he slid the bills toward the boy. "There ya go."

The kid took the money and nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, man!"

"Thanks," Nick echoed, still holding the boxes low as he bumped the door closed with one hip.

Warrick, who had been watching the transaction, burst out laughing.

Nick scowled. "What, pray tell, is so damned funny?"

"You, Nicky!" Warrick laughed, "Watching you try to hide your boner while you're paying the pizza guy..."

"Well, at least I went to the door," Nick huffed. "You just sit there hiding behind a pillow."

"Aw, I'm sorry!" Warrick feigned a pout. "Hey, at least you got jeans on. These pants don't hide as well."

"Oh, yeah?" Nick set the food on the coffee table and knelt beside Warrick again. "Let's see."

"Come on, now, you can start with my shirt. You're ahead of me."

There was just no staying mad at Warrick. With a resigned smile, Nick unbuttoned the rest of Warrick's shirt buttons and helped him out of the garment. He draped it over the back of the sofa, then thought. "Want me to hang it up?"

"Nah, fuck that. I brought a fresh shirt for work. Come on, pizza, beer and hoops, Nicky."

Nick was actually in the mood for something else, but it was Warrick's birthday, and he wanted to be sure that Warrick got everything he wanted.

*******

As expected, the game had been a defensive gem. Low-scoring, with a few exciting steals and a couple of spectacular blocks, but nothing to write home about. It was unusual for them to have picked a meaningless preseason basketball game to begin with. Football was Nick's game, and the Monday night showings had started. Warrick's experience was in baseball; both the 51's and River Cats had scouted him and made offers before he elected to go to college locally. And the baseball playoffs were in full swing...

But there was something about basketball. Maybe it was the physicality - not the calculated and predictable pummelling of football, but far more physical contact than the average non-basketball fan was aware of. Maybe the uniforms; not as skimpy as in the ABA era, but still exposing long, muscular arms and legs, loose jerseys and shorts rippling and flowing as the young giants reached, jumped, aspired. Whatever it was, it worked. By the time the game ended, both men were in their boxer shorts, having had their fill of pizza and cinnamon pastries and drunk a healthy dent in the twelve-pack of beer. They were shouting at the set with as much gusto as any sports bar patrons...but all the while curled up together, relaxed, comfortable, enjoying the feel of one another.

After the game ended, Nick stood up. "I gotta get something before I forget," he explained. He sprinted back to his bedroom, opened the top left dresser drawer, and pulled out a small box, neatly (and professionally) wrapped. He brought it out to the living room and handed it to Warrick.

"Just a little something."

Warrick smiled as he took the box. "You know, you didn't have to..."

"Yeah, I kinda did..."

Warrick gave him a puzzled look, then pulled the thin, shiny gold ribbon off. He tore open the colorful paper and opened the box. It was a sport watch, much like his old one that had been broken when they'd played a game of H-O-R-S-E a couple of weeks before.

"Oh, man...sweeeeet!" Warrick took the watch out of the box, looked it over. "It's even got the stopwatch feature! Nick, this was too much..."

"I was saving to get you something nice," Nick admitted. "It wasn't a hassle, honest. Read the inscription."

An inscription on a sport watch? Warrick turned it over and, sure enough, found an engraving on the back.

Because we always know what time it is - N

Warrick smiled sweetly. Setting the gift down, he reached forward and pulled Nick into a tight embrace.

"Thank you, Nicky," he whispered, kissing him tenderly.

Nick rubbed Warrick's back softly, then stepped back with an impish grin. "My turn," he said.

"Your turn?"

Nick picked up the ribbon and draped it over the erection that was peeking out from the fly of Warrick's boxers.

"I want something to unwrap too!"

Warrick stared at his adorned phallus in amused disbelief.

"Oh, you did not just do that..."

Nick burst out laughing and ran for the bedroom, Warrick hot on his heels.

When they got there, Nick dove for the bed, Warrick behind him, grabbing the hems of his boxer shorts, pulling them off as Nick, certainly not fighting the issue, slid out of them and sat on the edge of the bed.

"C'mere," he said, "time for me to unwrap my goodie."

"Oh, your 'goodie', that's what you're calling it now?"

With exaggerated flair, Nick pulled the tangled lei of gold ribbon off of its perch, and carefully slid Warrick's boxers down. Immediately, he set to work, taking Warrick's length into his mouth, sucking intently while caressing his lover's well-curved buttocks.

With a sigh of delight, Warrick let him go about his task, as he did so well, with Nick knowing, after months of experience, just what he liked, where the tongue action felt best, how much he could use his teeth for play without eliciting any discomfort, where he wanted to be touched while he was being sucked. And Warrick knew just how close he could get to the edge and stop long enough to get Nick "caught up". Getting there, though, was a wonderful trip in itself. Just watching Nicky work was a turn-on that made his legs tremble. He ran his fingers through Nick's hair, caressing his neck, whispering endearments and encouragements.

Sufficiently stimulated, Warrick stepped back slightly. "Come on, babe," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Your turn..."

No protest, of course; Nick pulled himself to the middle of the bed and lay, thighs spread, inviting. Warrick noted with appreciation that Nick had put the lube and a condom handy on the nightstand, and took the small tube in hand.

"You've been preparing for this," he said, teasing in his tone.

"Been looking forward to it all week," Nick replied softly.

What a romantic, Warrick thought as he slicked his fingers sufficiently, knelt down and slipped them inside Nick, one first, then soon the other. Nick was getting more accustomed to being entered, but Warrick was always careful, didn't want to cause a moment's pain. He started slow, massaging gently until he found the spot that always drove Nick crazy. Smiling at Nick's unselfconscious, lustful moans, Warrick nuzzled the rosy erection below him, running the tip of his nose up and down the back, kissing the balls, licking the tip playfully, then going back to rubbing his cheek against the whole area, kissing Nick's inner thighs, then back to the nosing, the kissing...

Finally, Nick groaned, grabbing Warrick's hair. Warrick grinned wickedly.

"Want something?"

"Does it take this long for you to figure it out?"

"Well, then..." Warrick stretched out atop Nick, lying nose-to-nose with him. "I guess you'll have to tell me..."

"I swear," Nick panted, "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to lose my mind..."

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Warrick laughed, rolling off of Nick, getting to his knees, grabbing the condom. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Nick took the packet from him, tore it open, cautiously rolled it over the velvet-on-granite shaft. "Sorry I haven't mastered that French method, or whatever where you put it on with your mouth..."

"It's okay, Nicky," Warrick replied. "That'd probably get me off too soon anyway."

Nick smiled up at Warrick, always aroused all the more by the thought of getting Warrick off. Latex thus in place and lubricated, Nick asked, "So...it's your birthday, how would you like to do this?"

"I have an idea..." Warrick knelt on the mattress, at about the middle of the bed, facing Nick's dresser. "Can you get up on my lap?"

Nick was immediately up for the idea. He knelt, sliding his lower legs astride Warrick's, and lowered himself slowly onto him, enjoying every inch as it slid into his ready opening, until his buttocks met the top of Warrick's thighs.

Warrick kissed him on the side of the neck, sliding his left arm around Nick, forearm across his chest for leverage.. "Now," he whispered, "I want you to look in the mirror."

"How come?"

"I want you to share my biggest present with me. I want you to see what I see..." Warrick began to thrust gently. "I want you to see...how beautiful you are...when I make love to you..." He reached around, took Nick's cock in hand, the remaining lube on his fingers providing just enough, not too much, allowing a hint of the friction that always made them shiver when they first touched one another. His strokes were long, tight, deliberate, thumb occasionally rolling over the glans. "I like this...I get to see your face...you get to watch us...you look so beautiful...God, your body is so beautiful, Nicky...Your chest is so perfect...You know, I got hard the first time...I saw you without a shirt on..."

"You did?" Nick's voice was breathy; he was close to coming as it was, and watching...he had felt misgivings, still being a bit modest about his body while sharing it with another...but seeing it this way, sharing Warrick's appreciation, was seeing himself in a whole new light. He watched as he rose up slightly, almost upright, allowing Warrick to set a rhythm behind him, watching, at the slight angle they were kneeling to the mirror, Warrick's hips as they thrust forward. That was always beautiful, the thrusting. He loved watching Warrick's lower abdominal muscles undulate as he plunged into him when they were facing one another. He thought about that, then watched his own abs, how they rippled and danced as they followed Warrick's rhythms. He could see the beauty now. The grace...like a perfect dance.

"Oh, yeah. It was hard to hide it...even though I had to..." Warrick cooed, "I had it bad for you...wish we hadn't...waited so long..."

"You were worth the wait."

Touched, Warrick kissed him again. "So were you, baby...ohhhh...and this...sweet..." He began to stroke more intently, punctuating his phrases with hot, moist kisses on the side of Nick's neck. "Sweet handful...sweet mouthful...sweet assful...oh, my God, Nicky, how can you...not know...how hot you are?"

Nick watched in the mirror as Warrick stroked him. It was arousing almost beyond control. Slowly, he slid his left hand back, where Warrick's arm was not in the way, caressed the bucking hip, smoothed his palm over the round buttock, finding the cleft, tracing the groove with his fingertips, finding the tight opening, tickling it softly.

Warrick nearly growled in pleasure. His breathing grew deep, moist and hot in Nick's ear. "Oh, yes," he whispered. "Go for it...please..."

As Nick's vision started to go into a star-studded blackness, he forced himself down hard around Warrick, pressing the wandering finger just slightly inside him from behind. He felt Warrick's grip tighten hard, milking him, felt him slam into him from behind, enjoying the thrusts accompanying the waves of ecstasy that travelled from cock to gut to heart to brain, Hearing a soft hiss, then a loud grunt, almost a cry, accompanying the throbbing and slowing inside his sensitive flesh.

Warrick panted for breath for a long time, enjoying the "warmdown" before slowly pulling out and sliding the well-worn condom off. He considered getting up to dispose of it, but instead opted to toss it into a nearby wastebasket, which he did with a perfect throw. He fell onto his side, pulling Nick down with him.

Also pleasantly exhausted, Nick smiled contentedly, caressing Warrick's cheek. "Wow," he whispered.

"Yeah...I'll say," Warrick sighed in reply. He pulled Nick close, his hands appreciating the warm skin, the taut muscles, even the soggy, exhausted appendage lolling against his abdomen. He decided he was quite happy at having driven it to such exhaustion.

"So..." Nick kissed Warrick tenderly on the cheek. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Warrick thought for a moment. "Anything in the world?"

"Anything."

Warrick pressed his lips to Nick's, then whispered, "Grow old with me."

Nick realized just what a plea it was. They had almost lost each other; each had had an opportuity to consider what life without the other would be like. And almost losing Nick in that box, in that ant-infested grave...Warrick had nearly lost his mind. They had almost lost the chance to grow old at all. After a few wrong turns, a few agonized nights, he realized that there was a reason this love had humbled him, had stripped him down to his lowest common denominator. And Nick felt for that humbling, and longed to be the guardian of that lion's heart. He wanted to hear his ideas, fears and bad jokes, share tears as well as laughter, make him smile, make him come, make him believe in himself. Warrick had given him a glimpse though his eyes. Nick swore to himself to return the favor someday.

For now, he simply returned the kiss. He knew Warrick would understand the "Yes" held within.