Title: Home is the Best Medicine
Author: Mara
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Category: Companion piece to Stubborn
Summary: Jim is home and feeling much better.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.
Word Count: 811

Jim moved his head from his left to his right as he woke, his eyes opening lazily to the sight of his lover. Jim had only been home from the hospital for a week now, but just being there was a boost to his strength and morale

Warrick lay on his back, hair fanned on the white pillowcase, eyes still closed even as afternoon approached. His chest rose evenly as his body lay uncovered and stretched out on the bed, as they had both kicked the sheets down toward the bottom of the mattress.

Jim lifted his left hand and placed it gently on Warrick's chest. Rick's skin was warm and cool all at the same time, warm with life, cool with sleep. Jim moved his hand in slow circles over Warrick's chest, lifting the palm to leave only his fingertips to skate around Warrick's dusky nipples.

Jim's fingertips made smaller and smaller concentric circles around those nipples, but never touched them. He flattened his hand again as it moved away from the pliant nubs, bringing it slowly down Warrick's sternum, to his abdomen, to his groin.

Jim lifted himself up and shifted to his side, scooting down so his head was even with his hand.

Jim allowed two fingers to trail down to Warrick's cock, traveling down to its tip and back up again. It was very warm under his fingertips, and very alive. Jim continued to trace loving fingers along its length, certain he could feel the blood rushing into it, increasing its girth.

Warrick stirred, as did his cock. It shifted along Rick's thigh, gained some darker color, gained some length. But Rick remained asleep even as his body awoke to Jim's touch.

Jim raised himself to hover over Rick's groin. He blew gently on his cock, his fingers still running up and down the tumescent flesh. Then he lowered his head and replaced his fingers with his lips, putting gentle pressure with his mouth in a line down the cock.

When Jim reached the head he let his tongue slip out, making wet circles around its circumference. He took the shaft in his hand, lifting Rick's cock so he could move his tongue down and around and over the quivering flesh. Jim laved it, carefully, tenderly; he licked it as if he were enjoying a Popsicle, long, wet strokes with his tongue.

Then he blew on those wet strokes, sending shivers along the cock, causing Rick to moan low in his throat. But still Warrick did not wake.

Jim kissed the cock's length once more, then shifted his weight and position and licked his own lips. He placed those lips on the head, then pulled in the first inch or so to rest in the U he'd formed with his tongue. His fingers squeezed and massaged the shaft outside his mouth, while his mouth began to suck on the beautiful shaft he held so reverently..

He pushed more of the vibrating cock into his mouth, his hand moving to massage and squeeze the velvety sac firming within his grasp. Jim's head lowered and rose, keeping an unsteady rhythm, preferring to enjoy every movement of Warrick's cock in his mouth as it came, rather than forcing a tempo on them both.

Jim shifted his position once more, moving between Rick's opening legs, giving him better purchase, better access. Warrick's fingers curled into Jim's hair, gently holding him low. Jim opened his throat and took in as much of Warrick as he had ever been able to, surrounding the throbbing cock with his own hot, wet mouth. He sucked in air over the flaming organ, then resumed sucking, one hand still milking Rick's balls, the other hand sliding up to tease his sensitive anus.

Warrick groaned and Jim groaned as well, knowing the vibration would only send Rick to the edge and more. Warrick's cock responded, stiffening into stillness, then erupting in the throes of orgasm as Rick's thigh muscles spasmed and his hand clutched Jim's hair.

Jim held Rick's cock in his mouth until the spasms calmed, then pulled it out to hold it gently, cleaning it with tongue and lips. Rick's fingers remained entwined in Jim's hair, his chest heaving, his breathing shallow, his eyes still closed.

Jim finished his ministrations and raised his upper body, smiling happily at his lover. Warrick opened his eyes slowly, contentedly, and smiled back.

“I’m so glad to be home.” Jim said a little breathlessly.

Warrick pulled Jim on top of him and held him close, releasing a long sigh of relief.

The End