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Title: The Real Deal
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Stud Muffin Lovin' (or Nick and Rick, and I plan to keep using this term 'til it sticks.) :)
Summary: He really should've known better than to go digging through Greg's hidden stash. Or then again, perhaps it's better that he did just that…
Warnings: Well- based off the rating and the pairing, it should be clear that there will be m/m smut. That and something of a cowboy fetish is included… :)

There was no excuse for what he was doing. Not really anyway.

Granted, that his case had closed and he was actually done with his paperwork, there really wasn't much else to do until another call came in. Whether or not that justified him sitting around the DNA Lab alone and riffling through some of Greg's magazines was up for debate.

Warrick's current excuse was that he was just bored as hell, and somewhat curious as to what got the King Dork really excited. And as it was turning out, the guy had shitty taste. He was on the third cheap magazine and he wasn't even remotely hard looking at the pictures of women, and even men, that looked as if they'd been doing some sort of drugs beforehand. That or they were drunk. Neither of which made any of the pictures more appealing.

With a sigh he threw the magazine down, and wondered why it surprised him. Sanders was anything but normal, and his choice of clothes were clear enough evidence of some seriously bad taste.

Of course it didn't help that there happened to be a specific other person in his life that was unwittingly adding to his current problem.

But the fact that he hadn't felt attracted to anyone else hadn't been helping over the past few weeks, and even on dates he'd played the 'waiting for someone special' card. Which had some merit in its own way, but he just hadn't been up to trying to sleep with someone while thinking of someone else. That just seemed too fucked up to him.

Although the more he thought about it, the more fucked up he thought it was that just hearing that drawl could make his stomach twist into knots, and for a certain part of his distinctly male anatomy to twitch. And those were the good days. In his opinion he'd become far too familiar with himself in his shower already.

With a sigh he quickly shoved the magazines back into their hiding space, not really caring if Greg found out that someone had rifled through them. He just about swung the cabinet shut when he noticed one of the pages was caught in a small crack.

His brows furrowed he carefully slide the cheap magazine out, and used his hand to feel around the small crack. Uncertain he really wanted to know what might be hidden in the lab he cautiously pushed and felt the panel slid two inches down. He frowned when the only thing he saw was a black binder. Confusion didn't take long to settle in because he had been figuring that he'd just find another crappy porno magazine that the guy thought was something akin to the holy grail of the porn industry.

Holding the black binder carefully in his hands, he glanced around before opening it.

To say he was surprised would have been the understatement of the century, because the last thing he'd expected to see was the burly cowboy actually wearing clothes on the front cover. It certainly didn't look like the flashy magazine he'd expected, and had he not read the captions there was no way he'd have ever realized it was porn. That and the fact that the pages were protected with plastic really threw him for a loop, because that was far beyond his comprehension.

With his curiosity piqued, there was simply no way he could possibly not rifle through this one as well. By the time he'd gotten a few pages in he was already regretting it, because he could just picture that perfect face in place of the rugged cowboys, and that impossible to ignore twang growing thicker by the second.

Which was right when he came to the next set of pictures. His eyes were undoubtedly bulging, and he could feel his pants constricting under the newfound pressure. The man's eyes were hidden under the well placed hat, and he couldn't tell if it was just the lighting that was filtering in through the walls of the barn, or if it was something else, but there was no denying that in every one of the pictures he could have sworn he was looking at Nick's twin.

And it most certainly had to be Nick's twin, because there was no way that man would ever have had the courage to take a bath in a little wood tub in a barn. By the time he'd flipped through the photos he couldn't help but think that that bath was probably the most likely thing Nick would do on camera. But the mud, and soap, and most of all the skin beneath it all was captivating him.

The poses were incredible, and he'd definitely never seen anything so erotic in his whole life. His breath was becoming more and more shallow as he studied each of the pictures carefully, unaware that his hand had wandered below the table and was slowly building up a gratifying rhythm that made it impossible to keep his mouth closed.

His whole body stiffened when he finally got to the second to last picture. Warrick could feel his heart pounding, his hand gaining speed, as his lungs desperately tried to pull in more oxygen to keep him from fainting, and truly making a damn fool of himself. Not that he cared, because the hat wasn't quite so low in this one picture, and through the shadow he swore he could almost make out the man's eye.

"Hey, bro- whatcha lookin' at?" Warrick's entire body froze. His jaw slackened even further, because there was no way he be able to cover this up. It didn't help that his cock was even harder just from hearing that voice, and it was just begging for a few more strokes. Then came the very sound he'd been waiting for, "Oh…"

His eyes clamped shut, hoping in silence that maybe, just maybe if he closed them the childish view that he'd become invisible might just work. Or that maybe he'd just disappear, or even better, to find out that this was all just a dream.

"I- uh… I'll leave you- er, two, alone then."

The second he heard the door close, signaling Nick's current absence, he let out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding in the whole time. His heart was pounding and Warrick couldn't help but slump forward as he tried to catch his breath.

Too embarrassed to look up, he carefully shut the binder, and hurried out of the DNA Lab. It didn't even occur to him that Greg would care that his prized magazine was missing, and at the moment Warrick was too busy using the binder to conceal his raging hard on to give a damn.

For the next three hours he had holed himself up in a small workstation, forcing himself to stay busy by looking over old files that were still open. Not that he was having much luck, because he couldn't get those images out of his mind, and his throbbing erection had yet to back off.

But he'd be damned before he jerked off in one of the showers in the locker room. There was no way he'd be stooping to that level, regardless of how much he wanted to do just that.

It was awkward making his way to his car when shift was over, and he swore that he'd consider switching to briefs, because there was just no way he needed half the lab to see the current state his libido was in. He'd be hearing enough crap about going through Greg's porn soon enough, and he definitely didn't need to embarrass himself any further. And walking with a binder and a few other folders in his arms, covering his groin wasn't exactly a normal way to walk around.

By the time he was back in his own home, he was ready to burst at the seams. And that was anything but a pleasant thought for him. He didn't waste any time even bothering to pull into the garage, and he took the steps to his front door three at a time. From there it was a matter of getting the key into the lock and pushing the door open before he felt like he could breathe again.

Not that he wasn't still panting, because he'd been on edge for well over three hours, and that just seemed wrong on every level he could possibly imagine at the moment. He barely remembered to close his front door before scurrying into his bedroom, and hurriedly freeing himself of his clothes. It wasn't until he was in his bathroom that he realized his towel was still in the bedroom, and with a quiet sigh he raced back through the door connecting the two rooms.

"Ya lookin' fer somethin' bud?"

After several attempts to speak, in which only broken syllables managed to escape his throat he finally decided to focus on getting his mouth to close. Not that it worked, because the one thing he'd been dreaming about for the whole night was lying right there on his bed waiting for him.

Just the sight of Nick lying on his bed, the dark leather boots, covered only by the chaps that fit perfectly against the muscular legs, up to the thick belt he had inadvertently memorized while staring at a certain other portion of the picture. A certain part that he was staring at in person.

His eyes slowly trailed up along the perfectly defined and well toned chest, before going up and landing on the dark cowboy hat that he'd never thought he'd be seeing in person. Except this time he could see the eyes beneath the hat, both of which were staring right at him.

It was like something right out of a dream, and he wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't be waking up in a hospital sometime soon from being in a car wreck. He'd never fallen asleep at the wheel before, but the sight of Nick in the same exact outfit as the man in the magazine was simply too good to be true. And as if all that wasn't enough, Nick's arm slowly started stroking his erection, and Warrick was left to watch in a daze as the man of his fantasies jacked off right in front of him.

"So, what yer waitin' fer?"

And there was the drawl again, thick as ever, and while he had the feeling that Nick was doing it on purpose he couldn't have cared less at the moment. He was too busy scrambling to get onto the bed, and getting their bodies lined up. By the time their lips met he was already lost in pure ecstasy.

From there it was frantic. Other words simply didn't do justice the pure need they were both feeling as their hands roamed freely, and their lips fought for dominance over the other. Somewhere along the line Warrick managed to note that Nick had lost his hat, and then he was lost once more in the pure bliss the feeling of their bodies moving together in tandem created.

He was gasping for breath by the time he felt Nick thrusting a bottle into his hand. It took him a moment to realize that it was lube, and he almost cursed when he realized the other half of the item that they needed until Nick finally managed to gasp out a single word that made his heart soar, "Clean."

Not that he hadn't known it already, but the confirmation that this could still proceed made his gut flutter and twist in a way he was sure it never had before.

Unable to hold back he quickly started squirting the lube onto his fingers, and from there he was lost in the tight heat surrounding his finger, and even more so in the loud desperate gasps and moans coming from the body lying beneath him. After a few well placed thrusts he inserted another finger, which left Nick breathless as he started to beg.

"Jus take meh, damnit." Warrick couldn't help but smile at that, because there was no doubt that Nick was capable of faking an accent at the moment, and when it was followed by even more desperate pleas and begging he couldn't hold off.

There wasn't a single second wasted once he had thrust himself as far into Nick's tight heat as possible. He quickly started pulling himself in and out, setting a far more vigorous pace than he'd ever thought possible. For weeks he'd been imaging just what this would feel like, he'd imagined that his hand wrapped firmly around his cock was nothing other than Nick's ass, and while it had felt good, there was simply no comparison to how much better the real deal was.

He couldn't hold back the scream when he finally came, and by the time he collapsed on top of Nick he could feel the thick paste of Nick's semen between their chests. They were both panting, desperately trying to breathe in enough air to keep them from passing out; not that it helped much, and seconds later they were both asleep.

***

It wasn't exactly the most pleasant way to wake up. He was drenched in sweat, and he could feel something sticky on his chest. It took a few more moments for his mind to clear enough to realize that he was lying on his side, with Nick's chest stuck to his own, their bodies just as close as they had been hours before, the only thing between them was Nick's currently flaccid dick. He could feel himself though limp, still inside Nick's tight heat.

His eyes were fixed on Nick's face the whole time, and he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world to see the look of pure contentment, and satisfaction, that was more peaceful and serene than anything he'd ever witnessed in his whole life. There couldn't have been a single thing in the world more beautiful or flat out adorable in his mind.

With a quiet sigh he reluctantly pulled himself free, carefully easing himself out of Nick's ass, and the carefully prying their chests apart. He quietly made his way into the bathroom where he grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in soap and warm water before grabbing a towel and heading back to the bed.

He took his time cleaning Nick's chest, and then his ass before bothering to clean himself off. Not once did his eyes ever leave Nick's still sleeping form as he carefully tossed both pieces of cloth towards the hamper. After that he gently eased off Nick's boots, and finally freed his from the tight leather chaps.

Seconds after they were gone he quickly settled himself back down into the bed, pulling Nick back into his arms, so that they were little more than a mass of tangled limbs. By the time his head hit the pillow he was asleep once more.

The End…