Title: Rainy Miami
By: Perpetual Motion
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Disclaimer: They belong to CBS. I just rumple them, and on proper occasions, get them soaking wet.
Author's Notes: This is the fault of the csimslash list. I went through the archives and read Horatio/Speedle, and then I *wrote* Horatio/Speedle. I'd damn the writers, but they write such good stuff.
Summary: Speedle's all wet.

Speedle made a disgusted noise under his breath as he walked into the lab, his sneakers making squelching noises. "It's raining. A lot."

Calleigh bit back a grin while Delko just laughed outright. Horatio didn't seem to have any response at all besides, "Go get changed."

"Yeah." Speedle turned around and walked towards the locker room, ignoring the giggles and one glare from the janitor who was holding the 'Caution: Wet Floor' sign. He pulled off his T-shirt as he pushed open the door to the locker room and tossed it onto the bench. He toed off his shoes, rolled off his socks, and had his hands on his belt when warm, broad hands ran down his back. "Hey."

"Hey." Horatio dropped a towel around Speedle's shoulders and put his hands back on Speedle's back. "I told you to grab an umbrella."

"Yeah." Speedle scrubbed at his hair with the towel, then hung it up on the edge of his locker and went back to taking off his belt.

"You didn't."

"No."

Horatio pressed his lips to Speedle's shoulder, keeping one ear on the door, just in case. He smiled against Speedle's skin. "Any particular reason?"

"It wasn't raining hard when I left. Thought I'd make it."

"You thought you'd stay dry, driving through Miami rain, on your bike?"

"I took the bus. It was the run from the bus stop to here that was the problem." Speedle's pants hit the floor, and he grimaced as he rifled through his locker. "Damnit. No underwear."

"You don't have spare underwear in your locker?"

"How often do you get blood, puke, guts, brains, or other bodily fluids not belonging to yourself on your underwear?"

"Am I answering that counting those times at home?"

"Strictly work experiences."

"Never."

"Me neither."

Horatio slid his hands down Speedle's sides and ran his thumbs over the elastic band of Speedle's boxers. "So, the dilemma would be, wet boxers or no underwear?"

Speedle dropped his shorts. "Not really a dilemma." He pulled his spare T-shirt over his head and reached for his spare jeans. "At least not for me." He got his jeans on and turned around so he was face-to-face with Horatio. He leaned against the other man for a second.

Horatio leaned into the touch. "You think I'm going to spend all day thinking of you without underwear?"

"Maybe."

"Then maybe you should think about me not wearing any either."

Speedle grinned with a hint of a leer. "Nice." He took the half step back that made him lose contact with Horatio. "I'll be back at the lab in a couple of minutes."

"Okay." Horatio slid his hand down Speedle's arm. "See you in a minute."