Title: Visiting Nick
By: lin71
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Fandomtype: TV Series
Pairing: Warrick/Nick
Prompt: #013 kisses
Rating: FRM, I think.
Summary: Warrick wants some answers.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I really wish Warrick was, but he's not, darn it. And since I don't own much anyway, don't sue me. It really would be a waste time for the both of us.
Feedback: Yeah, I can take it. Just be nice about it. Also: it's unbeta-d, so if you notice some stupid mistakes, feel free to tell me.
A/N: this is a sequel to my story Rough Case.

Somehow Warrick had expected things to change after their first, well, second and third as well, kiss. And of course something had changed, but not in the way he expected it. He had expected some uneasiness, some awkward silences between him and Nick. That hadn’t happened. They fell back in their easy comradery as if nothing had happened.
What also hadn’t happened was a repeat of those wonderful intense arousing kisses. Not that he expected Nick to jump him as soon as the shift was over, but the fact that the guy had done a disappearing act on him was pretty confusing, to say the least. Especially since he had hoped for at least drinks after work and maybe some continuance of their bathroom session.

That obviously hadn’t happened, and that left Warrick with the uneasy feeling he had feared earlier. He knew he had taken a risk, kissing Nick like that, without any indication that the man swung that way. His best guess still was that Nick either hadn’t acted on any feelings he may have had for men in the past, or that he hadn’t realized he had them and it shocked the hell out of him. Either way, Warrick didn’t except his flying behavior earlier tonight, and he wasn’t gonna start on it now.

So here he was, sitting in his car outside Nick’s apartment, gathering up the courage to knock on that door. He banged his head several times on the steering wheel, took a deep breath and got out of the car. Several seconds later he was ringing the door bell.

Nick obviously hadn’t been sleeping yet, since he opened the door fully clothed, and he looked nervous as hell.

‘Warrick,’ he said, ‘I know you want to talk, but can it wait till tomorrow? I really need to get some sleep now.’

Warrick ignored Nick’s remark, walked past him and entered the living room, leaving Nick with little other option than to follow. They both sat down on the couch, suddenly very aware of the distance between them and the way their knees almost touched.

‘So,’ Nick stated.

Warrick almost winced. What had happened to the man he held in his arms just a few hours ago, the man that definitely enjoyed those moments and hinted at more. He didn’t know what had gotten into Nick, but he knew it was too late to take anything back. He couldn’t, and he didn’t want to.
He turned a little so he could face Nick, only to see that the other man had averted his eyes, staring at some point without really seeing anything.

‘Nick, can you at least look at me when I talk to you?’

Nick glanced in his direction, then looked the other way again. Warrick sighed inwardly.

‘Okay, if it’s makes you feel better this way, I won’t force you. I just want to know why you tore outta there without even saying something. I mean, it’s one thing to do that when you’re upset over a crime scene, but it’s a whole different ballgame when you do it after what happened between us earlier tonight.’

Still not looking at Warrick, Nick got off the couch. ‘Want something to drink? Beer? Coffee?’

The first thing that came to mind was yelling ‘no you asshole, I don’t need a drink, I need you to explain what the fuck is going on here!’, but he opted for a friendlier approach.

‘Sure, beer‘s good.’

When Nick returned from the kitchen and handed him his beer, he tried again.

‘Look, Nick, you gotta help me out here a little. I mean, I know it probably was a stupid idea to come on to you when you were kinda out of it, and I can only say I’m sorry for doing that, kissing you, at that time. But I can’t say I’m sorry for kissing you, because I’m not. I’ve wanted that for a long time.’

Nick still didn’t respond, but he had turned his head to look Warrick in the eyes.

‘And I know I can only speak for myself, but it felt right. I mean, I got the impression you were kinda into it as well.’

He sighed.

‘Nicky, come on man, I just want to know one thing and then I’ll be outta your hair if you want. Did I really read you that wrong? Because if I did, I’ll apologize and I will never bring it up again. Then we only have to deal with the fact that you know I’m bi-sexual.’

He saw Nick almost cringe at the term, and suddenly it dawned on him. The nervousness, the tension radiating almost palpable from him, the strained back and shoulders, Nick wasn’t mad, he was plain scared.

‘Hey,’ he said in a gentle voice, ‘can I say what I think has happened? I think that when I kissed you, a whole bunch of feelings you either had hidden or never experienced before popped up and that scared the shit out of you. I mean, you’re Nick Stokes, the guy that shares his stories about his dates with women with me, not the guy that has his arms around me while kissing the hell outta me.’

Finally he seemed to have found the right tone to get some response. Nick’s eyes darkened a little before he opened his mouth.

‘You think you know how I feel? You’ve got no idea! You were raised by your Granma, the one that adored you no matter what and never expected more from you than just living within the boundaries of the law. And even when you didn’t she still stood by you.’

He snorted. ‘Try this one for a change. Being 14 years old, the youngest son of a DA that had recently become a Judge, growing up in Dallas and being stupid enough to tell your parents that you have crush on your best friend. My dad never beat me, but it was the one time I can tell he came close. It was made very, very clear that that was not acceptable in the Stokes family. I’ve never seen him that mad, and I’ve never brought it up again. The way they looked at me, especially my dad, made me feel despicable and disgusting.’

Warrick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew that a lot of Texans were more conservative that the average inhabitant of Vegas, but Nick’s parents both were educated people and he hadn’t expected them to be that narrow-minded.

‘I tried to convince myself that it didn’t happen at the time. That it was just my imagination. How stupid can you get, huh?’ Nick let out a joyless laugh.

‘Anyway, it worked pretty well for the last 15 years or so, until…’

‘Until this afternoon,’ Warrick finished his sentence.

‘Yeah. So I did what I do best when I’m scared or upset, I run and avoid talking as much as I can. Talking about someone else, that I can do, but talking about me is not one of my favorite things.’

‘Well,’ Warrick said in a lighter tone. ‘It’s best you start learning that someday soon, because you need to deal with this somehow, unless….’

‘Unless what?’

‘Unless you consider what happened a mistake.’

Nick heaved a sigh. ‘I know it sounds ridiculous, but I wish I could.’

Warrick tentatively put his hand on Nick’s knee. ‘That isn’t stupid Nick, that’s a phase a lot of people go through when they find out they are attracted to someone of the same sex. It usually happens quite a few years earlier in life, but the feeling is the same.’

‘I just keep hearing my father’s voice, telling me how I shouldn’t act like that, shouldn’t feel that, should grow up to be a real man and get a wife and some kids.’

Nick hung his head, not wanting Warrick to see his eyes, glistening with tears. He cleared his throat loudly and continued.

‘What happened this morning in the bathroom, us kissing, was exactly what I wanted. And as much as I wish I’d regret it; I don’t. It was just that, well, as soon as you left the room it seemed like I could hear my father’s voice again. It made me want to run.’

He smiled shyly. ‘Kinda stupid, huh.’

Feeling more confidant knowing how Nick felt about it now, Warrick scooted closer to Nick, putting an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer. Nick leaned into the embrace.

‘Nah, it's hard to shake the ideas and values you grew up with without feeling you're breaking some law. Hell, I have called my Gram every Sunday for 3 years to tell her I wouldn't be able to make it to church. Finally she told me not to bother calling her about that and that in the future she'd be praying for me. Talk about a guilt trip.'

He turned his head so he could look Nick directly in his eyes.

‘I really would like to kiss you again, and again, and hold you until whatever voice you are hearing disappears.’

He hadn’t counted on the mischievous look Nick gave him.

‘Well, why don’t you?’

For a moment, Warrick thought he was hearing things but he didn’t feel like doubting his hearing very long, not when the one thing he wanted most right now was offered so easily. But he also didn’t want to spook Nick again.

‘You sure?’

‘I’m gonna be.’ Nick answered truthfully. ‘Can’t promise I won’t get spooked again later, but I guess I’m gonna have to deal with that somehow.’

‘C’mere,’ Warrick whispered in a low voice, pulling Nick towards him. Their lips met almost hesitantly, touching each other gently, lingering as if to find out who of them could keep this up the longest. Warrick opened his mouth a little, using his tongue to caress Nick’s lips and immediately he felt the other man open them. He pulled back a little.

‘Oh no Nicky, not so quick,’ he smiled, before he closed his lips over Nick’s again, gently nibbling, using his teeth and tongue, teasing him but not yet entering his mouth. Nick was holding onto him, one arm around his waist and one on the back of Warrick’s head, trying to deepen the kiss.

‘Want more?’ Warrick whispered against Nick’s mouth.

‘Yes,’ came the response, voice soft but free of any doubt.

When Warrick kissed him again, with more force this time, Nick opened his mouth willingly, almost eager to welcome Warrick’s tongue in. He took his time, lazily exploring Nick’s mouth and enjoying Nick’s reactions. The moment he caressed the inside of Nick’s lips with his tongue, the other man shuddered in his arms, a low moan coming from his throat.
Mentally making a note of this response, Warrick shifted on the couch so he was leaning against the arm rest, pulling Nick almost completely on top of him, never breaking their kiss.

He was hard, had been since the moment he had Nick in his arms, but he didn’t want to rush things. Not with Nick. He was determined to let him set the pace, just like he had told him earlier, and he was gonna keep that promise, although the feeling of Nick’s hard on against his own didn’t make it easy to keep thinking sensible thoughts. Not to mention that Nick turned out to be one hell of a kisser.

Nick definitely was losing himself in the moment, small moans and whimpers coming out of his mouth, grinding his hips against Warrick’s. Then suddenly he seemed to snap out of it, realizing what he was doing, and pulled back a little.

‘I’m sorry,’ he stammered, blushing hotly. ‘I didn’t mean to… ehm…do that.’

Warrick only looked into those dark eyes in front of him, and let one hand wander down Nick’s back, resting it on that firm ass.

‘It’s okay Nick. Whatever you want is okay with me. I could stay like this forever, just kissing and holding you, but I wouldn’t mind relieving some pressure as well.’

He rotated his hips against Nick’s, eliciting another moan from him.

‘See Nicky, it’s not despicable, or disgusting. It’s hot and beautiful. You’re hot and beautiful. Just let go if you want to.’

Somehow he seemed to have said exactly what Nick wanted to hear, because he shifted a bit to get one leg between Warrick’s and started moving against him. Warrick couldn’t remember being turned on that much without taking any clothes off ever since he had been about 16 years old, but damn, this was hot. And Nick seemed to feel that way too, if the sounds he was making were some kind of indication.

‘Jesus Nick, what are you doing to me?’ he whispered, his voice low from arousal.

Nick looked at him, eyes dark, pupils dilated. His movements became more frantic, erratic.

‘Warrick,’ he panted, ‘I’m gonna… oh fuck… I’m….gonna…..come.’

‘Just let go Nicky, come for me baby. I’m here to catch you.’

Nick came, shuddering in his arms, head thrown back a little, eyes closed and lips parted. It was the most beautiful thing Warrick had ever seen and he was so close to the edge himself, so close so close and Nick moved his hips one more time and there he was, falling over the edge with a cry.

It took both men several minutes to regain the ability to think again. Still lying on top of each other, legs intertwined, Nick’s face buried against Warrick’s neck.

‘You okay?’ Warrick asked.

‘Feeling a little embarrassed.’ Nick’s voice vibrated against his skin.

‘More like feeling like a horny 16 year old,’ Warrick smirked. ‘But what I meant to ask was if you’re not feeling uncomfortable.’

‘Not yet,’ Nick answered. ‘But I’m afraid I’m gonna be. I know it sounds kind of stupid, but  this morning I was doing fine as long as you held me. It started to feel weird when I was alone and had time to think about it.’

Warrick heard the unasked question loud and clear.

‘I can stay if you want. Just to sleep, I mean. We both need to get some shut eye anyway and if it helps you to feel more relaxed, well…’ he trailed off.

Nick looked at him with a look of relief on his face.

‘I’d like that.’

‘Well then, show me the way.’