Title: Muddy Rubber Duckies
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and 'Rick
Summary: There are definitely times when you want to watch your back. Especially when you're out in the middle of nowhere on a team retreat with an extremely devious friend that's out for revenge. (Sequel to: Dry Spell & Possessive
)
Warning: Plenty of hott, nekkid, and most importantly- embarrassed Nicky! (With plenty of smut to back it up.) :)

If one more person called him Peeper he swore that they'd be forced to suffer his wrath. Not that too many people were actually afraid of him, and maybe, he pondered, that was the problem.

Whether or not Greg was bordering on the brink of insanity was easily up for debate at the moment. Especially when he was finally presented with the perfect opportunity.

Never in his life had he ever cared much for Conrad Ecklie, but at the moment he would've easily given the man a hug. Because there was no way the whole team, as well as several lab techs would be out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, and countless puddles of mud if it hadn't been for the forced retreat they were on.

And, really it had only been a matter of time before he got the chance to conveniently stick his leg out a foot to his left. From there it was just a matter of seconds before he got the chance to see Nick's body nearly disappear into a particularly large puddle of mud. After that it was a matter of being able to outrun a mud covered Nick Stokes.

He'd barely managed to get to his predetermined hiding spot before he watched Nick run a few feet past his miniature bunker. His smile grew when he watched Nick slow to a halt, and he actually had to bite his lips to hold back his laughter when Nick started swearing.

A few minutes later he let out the laughter, and was glad that everything was going perfectly.

He waited a little while longer before heading back out from his hiding space, and he was glad that he'd added all the extra camouflage to the small trench that hunters apparently used from time to time. But he couldn't be too careful, with a raging Nick on the loose. Making sure not too make much noise as he headed back to the camp. His grin was wider than ever when he snuck into his tent, and carefully eased the item he needed out from the bottom of his bag.

After sneaking glances in both directions he tore out of his tent, and straight for the small log cabin. Making sure no one was looking, he silently eased the door open, glad that he'd thought to put some grease on the hinges earlier to keep them from squeaking. The sound of running water, and quiet cursing made him smile. Bobby wasn't there, although Greg knew that there was just no way that he could mistake Nick's voice.

The fact that each shower stall was closed off by a locked door wasn't enough to hold him back, as he quickly pulled a couple of hair pins that he'd snatched from Sara's tent the day before. He'd actually spent several hours perfecting this the previous night when he was supposed to be sleeping.

Which was how a few seconds later he was peaking through in the door, at an entirely naked Nicky. The fact that there was a nearly transparent sheet of plastic separating them was both disappointing and extremely relieving. On one hand it was just enough to distort his view of Nick's ass, and on the other hand it'd be just enough for him to extract the perfect revenge.

Except he hadn't expected Nick to let out a small guttural moan, that sounded suspiciously like Warrick's name. It was about that time that he noticed the older man was leaning forward, one arm bracing himself against the wall while his other arm was clearly moving back and forth. His own pants tightened noticeably when he realized just exactly what Nick was doing.

Making sure that Nick was too distracted at the moment, he quickly took stock of everything in the room, and was glad that Nick's clothes were all lying in one big pile. Sliding the door open just enough for him to slip inside the room, he carefully eased into the stall, his hands immediately grabbing the pile of clothes. And with the most devious smile he could muster he carefully placed the real object that made everything worthwhile on the small wood bench.

Taking a deep breath he silently reassured himself that this was completely possible to pull off, even if he'd have to run his ass off like never before. After another deep breath he quickly tightened his grip on the bundle of clothes, and in one swift jerk he yanked the man's towel from its perch over the rod holding up the shower curtain.

"What the fuck- Sanders- don't you dare!"

Taking his cue he immediately took off running, managing to bounce off the wall in the small hall as he tried not to slip on the few puddles of water that littered the slick tile floor. A few seconds later he turned, glad he was a safe distance from the cabin where he could still make his getaway. He carefully freed his camera from his pocket, and quickly switched it to video.

The fact that it was several minutes before he saw Nick's head peak out from around the door made him laugh, knowing that the 'poor' Texan would be utterly humiliated by this.

"Hey Nick- I'm over here!" He shouted out, waving his free hand wildly. His eyes watched through the lens on the small screen where he couldn't help but notice the deep red blush that covered most of Nick's face, and actually seemed to extend down past his neck. Greg couldn't help but watch those dark orbs glance around, making sure no one else was nearby.

The sight of Nicky stepping out from behind the door wearing the pair of specially designed boxers, that happened to be a few sizes too small, making them quite tight, was the best part of all, and the mere sight of the large rubber ducky covering Nick's all too obvious erection made anything Nick could do to him in revenge worthwhile. Although the words 'Rub Me' emblazoned in bright yellow, against the blood red fabric of the boxers, right above that Ducky, were a real bonus.

He only wished that he could get the chance to catch the target emblazoned on the back, right over Nick's ass, on his camera. The thought immediately fled to the back of his mind when his brain finally registered that Nick was running straight for him.

Knowing his time was up, he took off, racing between the various empty tents in the campground. When he noticed that Nick was too intent on catching him to care where they were going, he picked up the pace ever so slightly. A few moments later he was already on the familiar trail that headed straight for the lake and the picnic area.

He didn't stop once as he began to plow through the bushes, and in a few minutes he was running alongside the lake, and right towards the large masse of tables where everyone was currently eating.

It wasn't until he heard the laughter coming from all around him that Nick realized he'd made one hell of a big mistake. Standing amongst so many of his coworkers wearing nothing but extremely tight, embarrassing boxers that only showed off his throbbing cock made his face turn an even darker shade of red as he searched desperately for Greg. Doing his best to ignore the flashing lights of the cameras all around him, it wasn't until he heard Catherine whistle that he realized that by strategically placing his hands over a certain region of his body he could save himself plenty of embarrassment.

Quickly shoving his hands over his groin he looked about once more, just in time to see Greg tearing off back into the woods. Not willing to let his coworker make it out of this alive he tore off after him.

Warrick shook his head before moving to follow Nick. While he disapproved of everyone else seeing his man in nearly nothing but skin, he couldn't deny that he'd just discovered his favorite pair of underwear.

Of course that wasn't enough to keep him from helping Nick kill Greg.

He started walking back towards the camp, glad that the mesh in his swimsuit was helping to hide his own growing erection. He would definitely be taking Nick back to their tent for some 'fun' when this all was over.

The moment his mind started contemplating how exactly he wanted Nick positioned, he caught sight of a fleeing Greg Sanders. Figuring that Nick couldn't be too far behind he quickly rushed off the trail and into the thicket of trees to join in the pursuit. After all, the sooner they disposed of Greg's body, the sooner he could have his Nicky all to himself.

It wasn't until he was starting to walk around a particularly large mud puddle that he saw Greg whip past him. Too surprised for his reflexes to actually grab onto the slender man, he didn't even have time to comprehend that Nick would be right on the other man's tail. Not even seconds later he felt an extremely heavy object flying into him, sending him right into the thick mud. Ready to scream bloody murder at the source of his predicament he paused when he realized that Nick was lying on top of him.

Using his slight advantage in strength he flipped them over, his cock too hard at the sudden sight of Nick writhing slightly beneath him, the boxers just begging to be pulled free. Suddenly all thoughts of Greg and his demise were out of both of their minds, and Warrick silently pulled Nick's arms up and over his head, using one hand to keep them in place.

"Do I get to rub him?"

Nick moaned, thrusting his hips up against Warrick's groin in response. Taking that as his cue Warrick roughly started to stroke Nick's already throbbing cock through the soft, skintight fabric. Their lips met forcefully, and Warrick reveled in the fact that he was practically swallowing Nick's moans.

His own cock suddenly aching for release, he quickly pushed his swimsuit down to his ankles, not bothering to lower them any further before lowering his body down on top of Nick's. The mud that was already covering most of their bodies, made them glide smoothly against each other, which made Nick try to writhe from side to side in a desperate attempt to increase the friction between their bodies.

Finally taking pity on the man beneath him, Warrick slowly slid the boxers down, freeing Nick's cock, while trapping those muscular legs together at the knees. Warrick nearly sighed when he realized that there wasn't any real way of him getting to fuck Nick right there, and he doubted the prospect of having mud rammed up into his ass sounded too promising to Nick. Instead he decided that a little extra mud wouldn't hurt anything as he grabbed a generous handful of the mucky substance, before firmly grasping both of their cocks in his hand.

The moan he got in response was all too worthwhile, and he couldn't help but wonder just how moans could have an accent, but their was no denying that southern drawl somehow latched onto every little noise Nick was making.

Unable to maintain his steady thrusts, he tightened his grip, and started up an uneven pace, sending his hand one way and thrusting his cock in the opposite direction. Nick let out another loud moan, before crying out his name, and seconds later both they both came, warm white liquid splattering against their mud covered bodies.

"Holy... fuckin' hell..."

Nick's unsteady voice, marred by his panting and gasping for air made Warrick smile, "Just wait 'til we get back to the camp, Cowboy. I think you've got an appointment for a nice long shower coming up."

***

He loved listening to the sounds of crickets at night. In fact it was one of the things he missed while living in the midst of Sin City. And despite his best efforts, it hadn't taken long for him to be lulled to sleep.

All he could see where those images of Nick and Warrick lying in the mud, naked, as Warrick's powerful hand brought them both to release. He couldn't even get the images out of his mind, let alone his dreams.

Sighing peacefully in his sleep he slowly rolled over, not ready to wake up. Except when he felt hard concrete instead of his usual soft blankets that covered the entire floor of his tent he knew something wasn't right. It was the sound of a familiar voice, and someone clearing their throat that made him snap upright.

It took him a few minutes to realize that he wasn't in his tent. That and he was lying in the middle of the picnic area with only a pair of pink lace panties covering his manhood, which was rock hard after the endless dreams of his two friends.

It wasn't until he saw the satisfied looks on both Nick and 'Rick's faces that he knew they'd gotten him good. Before he managed to cover himself they were all interrupted by the loud gasp, and he turned just in time to see a mortified looking Catherine staring right at him.

"You took them!"

Greg's jaw dropped, and he immediately held up his arms in surrender, but the murderous look on Catherine's face was enough to send him scampering back towards his tent in hopes that he'd be able to avoid his near death. The thought that Catherine shouldn't have been so abashed never entered his mind, and in his rush to flee he missed the wink she sent Nick's way.

But he didn't need to know that she was in on it, for the simple reward of getting to keep some of the pictures that the two men had confiscated.

After the two were long gone and breakfast was over, Warrick leaned in towards Nick, smiles still plastered across both of their faces, and whispered just loud enough for the Texan to hear. "I think it's about time we paid those showers another visit..."

"Oh hell yeah..."

And before Warrick could even get another word out Nick was already on his way back towards camp, forcing Warrick to run in order to try and keep up.

A/N: Wow, this took quite awhile longer than I thought. I did make some progress on another story (my long one) :), so that's good news. And I was going to hold off on writing this one, but I couldn't let go of the whole Rubber Ducky boxers... (plus my icon is so fitting for it...) :)