Title: Not Your Ordinary… If you see a mistake I missed please throw me an email and let me know. It's been a long day and I'm tired. Sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.
But sometimes, sometimes, it feels like you've been turned inside out, like every bone is your body has turned to clay; moldable, slick, and wet. That's how it was tonight. I think I could sleep for days, nestled into the warmth of the body beside me, the very languorous contended as a kitten body draped over mine. It started at work. Nothing unprofessional, nothing anyone would comment on, a hand on my shoulder, a touch that stayed a second too long. Deft fingers sliding under my shirt collar, a thumb caressing the back of my neck. A question asked, breath ghosting over my ear. Deep blue eyes that promised heaven. I ended up holding something in front of me most of the day, hiding my erection like a pregnant bride holding a bouquet over a tummy that shows just why the couple is getting married. It was embarrassing. And it was hot. God it was hot. He knew it. He knew the effect he was having on me. Every time we were alone, even if it were only for a few seconds he'd just smile at me, a dangerous sexy little smirk. I felt that smile like an electric shock. It made my skin tingle. It made my cock burn. It was the longest shift I've ever worked and when it was quitting time I made sure I was right at his side. There was no way I was going to let him just go home alone. He was going to have company. Me. Besides I'd spent most of the day thinking about him and what I wanted to do to him. I had plans. Plans that involved me and him and a lot of lube. The ride to his place was kind of surreal. When he wasn't using both hands to steer, one hand was high on my leg, massaging in small tight circles with his fingers so close to my cock I could feel the warmth, but he never touched me where I wanted it most. No, he just sat there making inane comments on the weather, on sports and no matter slyly I tried to scoot down to get his fingers nearer my cock, he kept his hand in the same place. It was maddening. I think I rode most of that drive with my eyes closed just concentrating on the sparks shooting through my body like Fourth of July fireworks. I felt the car slow as he pulled into his driveway and I cracked an eye open to check and looked over at him and I 'm surprised I didn't get burned by the heat in his eyes. I guess teasing me today had the same effect on him as it did on me. He leaned over and brushed his lips across mine, and he cupped my cock and I think I may have melted into the seat. When I was finally able to peel myself out of the car he was already at the door, giving me a sly smile. I hurried to catch up with him. As soon as we were inside I shut the door and jumped him like a horny teenager, rubbing my aching cock against his leg, my hands pulling at his shirt trying to get to his skin. I had to taste him, touch him. The need burned inside me. He was nice enough to help. He pushed a leg between mine, opened the fly of my jeans, dragged my cock out and let me get more friction for my poor starved cock and before I ended up ripped the buttons off his shirt he pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor. And then his taste was exploding on my tongue as licked a trail between his nipples and up to the hollow of his throat. I love how he tastes, it reminds of the beach, fresh and clean, warm. Salty. I bit, licked, kissed. I was wild, beside myself and he just took it all in. His cock was just as hard, just as needy, pressing into me, making an impression I couldn't ignore. But I did. That was my revenge for him teasing me all day. All I wanted was to get off. Get rid of some of that pent up frustrated energy that had been riding shot gun with me all day. I rode his leg, the rough/soft feel of his pants feeling like a hard caress on my cock and I kissed him everywhere I could reach, neck, jaw, ear, nipples, whispering how much I wanted him, how much he turned me on. I used every dirty word I could remember, threw in a few Spanish words and then he made that noise, the one that always makes my cock leap. A throaty little growl and that was all it took. I fell into him, crushing him against the door and came. Blood was roaring in my ears, a hard fast whoosh that drowned out every other noise. Poor H. That stain is going to be hard to explain to the dry cleaners. Next thing I know we're on the bed, H looming over me, and if anyone had opened the front door, they would only need to flow the trail of clothing to find us. The lube is already in his hand and I didn't even see him open the drawer and I have the fleeting thought that he planned this out and it's my last thought for a while because a cool slick finger is on my hole rubbing in tight little circles. Teasing little circles that are driving me crazy. My cock is starting to get interested again, gives a jump when that slick finger pops into me and starts pumping in and out. And I think I must have whimpered from the pleasure because all off a sudden his lips are near my ear and he's whispering that it's okay, its okay and asking me if its too much. I think I may have sworn then because he gave a throaty little laugh and pushed another slick finger into me. Nice long strokes, getting me ready and I felt like I was going to explode, just fly apart into a million pieces. I pressed my face into his pillow, inhaled his scent that still clung to it, let that warm sunny smell infuse me. I think it can't get any better than this and then it does. He moves over me, covering me and his mouth is at my shoulder. I feel his tongue snake across my shoulder just a second before I feel his teeth; the bite is almost too hard, and I'm riding that razor edge between pleasure and pain and he just keeps teasing me with his fingers. He knows what I like. I push against him trying to get his fingers deeper and I hear that laugh again and he puts a hand just above my ass, holding me down. He won't let me move and he's talking to me asking me in a low voice if I want more and all I can do is moan his name over and over. I love when he takes control and he's been doing it all day. He keeps talking to me and he has the nerve to ask if I deserve it and I want to swear at him, tell him to just fuck me because I can't take it much longer but I don't. Instead I say his name, his full name- Horatio- and all of a sudden his fingers move from my ass to my hip. I can feel his fingers digging into my hip and I get the message and scramble up on my knees and before I can breathe his cock is at my hole. I hold my breath waiting, anticipating, my whole body vibrating with the need to have him inside me and just before I open my mouth to beg he slides into me. One hot slick glide of steel. And it feels good, goddamn it feels good. I groan and push back against him desperate to get more and his fingers are digging into my hips as he starts fucking me. I know I'll have bruises, neat small reminders of his need but its worth it. He rubs his head against my shoulder, his breath flowing over my ear and he's asking me if I like it, if I want more and I don't answer. I can't. It's taking all of my concentration not to come. I think he's just as close as I am. His breathing is ragged and he's not even trying to keep a slow rhythm, he's just pounding into me, fucking me like there's no tomorrow. I'm not just lying there taking it. I'm matching him thrust for thrust and I hear him groan my name and he glides in one powerful stroke and he's coming, saying my name over and over. Reaching down I grab my cock and it only takes a couple of strokes before I'm coming too letting loose all over his designer comforter. That's another stain that's going to hard to explain. He collapses against me and I let his weight push me down and I feel like I'm surrounded by him. His scent is still in the pillows and I just lay there taking it all in. I'm sure I have a stupid smile on my face and I can't move, wouldn't even if I could. After a few minutes, I don't know how long, he rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms and we just lay there. Basking in the afterglow I guess. I look over at him and he's smiling at me. An unguarded smile, one he only shares with me. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. Sometimes words don't need to be said to be true, and those words are there under his smile and I know they're reflected in the smile I give him. I'll ask him tomorrow what got into him today but right now I just want to fall asleep for a little while, just luxuriate in being in his arms. Yeah, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck and sometimes its so much more. So much more.
Author: Cinmbria
Author's e-mail: cinmbria@aol.com
Author's URL: http://www.geocities.com/coffeeslash/cinmbria
Date: 7/26/03
Archive: Ask first.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Category: Slash PWP
Rating: NC-17 baby!
Status: Complete
Summary: Just some nice hot monkey loving.
Warning: Sex, dirty language, no discernable plot.
Beta: none. I know I should have but…oh well.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Don't sue.
Author's notes: I love writing PWP, nice hot steamy PWP. I'm working on a couple of heavy fics and just needed the fun of writing this. Thanks to Peja for the 5 minute challenge. It took longer than 5 minutes but that's how it got started :) I left Caine's partner up to your imagination, but I wouldn't mind hearing who you saw. This fic is pov and it's not Caine's. :)
