Title: Miss You
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Horatio/Speed/House
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summary: Horatio comes back from a conference.
Beta: Star (Gil)

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Horatio walked into the house, tossing his keys into the bowl and dropping the suitcase in the hallway. He tossed the jacket and tie onto the back of one of the dining room chairs before moving into the kitchen. He slipped his arms around Speed and rested his chin on his shoulder, watching him finish up the dishes. Speed put the last plate in the drainer, then dried his hands off before turning in Horatio's arms. He lifted his arms around Horatio's neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss.

Horatio pushed him up against the counter, devouring his mouth. He pulled back slightly, nuzzling Speed's neck. "I missed you."

"Missed you too," he whispered into his ear. They held onto each other a little longer before Horatio stepped back. "How was the conference?" he asked, walking over to the fridge and pulling a beer out, handing it to the redhead.

"Boring as hell." Horatio shrugged as he took the beer. "Not worth talking about, even less worth me leaving Miami for."

"That bad?" Tim leaned against the counter, studying his lover. He had been gone for five days. A conference out in California, something about the fine line between CSI and Detective. It didn't help that the days before everyone at the lab was working on a child abduction case. He had gotten five minutes with his lover before he had to fly out to California.

"That bad." He sipped his beer. "How're things here?"

"Just finished working a bank robbery case, which lead to drug trafficking and working with the DEA." Speed sighed; it had been a long few days. "We ended up with a body count of five by the time we were done."

"Are you off tomorrow?" Horatio asked, sitting his beer on the counter.

"Yes, and so are you." Speed took the beer out of his hand and set it on the counter. He took his lover's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom. "By the way, while you were gone, he did nothing but whine and fuss; it took me ages just to get him away from the door. Kept looking for you, like a little lost puppy."

"Oh, fuck off, Speedle," a muttered voice came from the bed. "I'm tired, cranky, and in pain."

"So nothing really new." Horatio sat down on the bed, soothing the dark hair back off their other lover. "How's your leg?"

"Did you miss the part of in pain?" House sighed, rolling over, his face contorting with the pain as he sat up. "Five autopsies..."

"Alexx didn't help?" the redhead asked as he grabbed the massage oils from the bedside table.

"Bryon and Jamie were both sick," Speed said, settling into the bed next to Gregory, holding out his hand for the oils. "And we all know the night shift guy is a joke."

"Where the hell was he?" H asked, concerned.

"He clocked out at end of his shift." Gregory grimaced as Speed began to massage his leg.

The redhead stood and went to the bathroom; he grabbed House's pain pills and handed it to him along with the bottle of water that was on the nightstand. Gregory looked at the pills then up at him. "I'm fine."

Horatio sighed. "You're in pain; take them."

"I don't want to go back to that," his voice dropped as he dropped his head back against the headboard; tears were in his eyes as Tim worked the leg muscles. With Horatio's help, he had stopped popping the Vicodin like it was candy. It was a hellish six months, and the fact they all came out of it alive was still amazing. Now he let Speedle work his magic with his hands, working the muscle and getting the blood flowing through the area; it would never take away the pain, but it would ease it.

"You won't." Timothy cupped his cheek. "But twelve hours on your leg was too much. Take the pills and we'll see how the pain is tomorrow."

"Why thank you, Dr. Speedle." House grabbed the water and pills and downed them. He yelped and glared at his lover. "You did that on purpose."

"Hand slipped." He smiled as his hand moved up the thigh and cupped the hardening cock. "Oops... slipped again." Speed began firm steady strokes, watching as the member hardened and curved upwards. He continued the steady pressure, until he felt Gregory stiffen then moan softly as he came all over his fingers.

Horatio grabbed a cloth and cleaned them both up, then helped Speed tuck Gregory back into the bed. "I hate to see him in this much pain."

"It's freaky when he's all docile and not biting someone's head off." Timothy shook his head as he stripped out of his jeans and shirt, crawling into the bed in just his boxers. "Two of the autopsies were children."

Horatio had finished changing out of his suit and pulled on some sleep pants. "I figured he only gets this quiet when there're kids on his table." He crawled into the bed, settling next to Gregory. "We'll make sure he gets some rest tomorrow."

"Will you two stop clucking like some mother hens and turn off the light so I can get some beauty sleep? It's not easy to stay this ruggedly handsome," Gregory muttered sleepily.

Horatio kissed him lightly. "Night, House."

"Welcome home," he said before drifting off into a drugged sleep.

"It's good to be home." H leaned over and gave Speed a quick kiss before turning off the light and following his lovers into slumber.