Title: Benefits of Restraint
Author: Carina Scott
Pairing: Jim/Warrick
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Jim learns something interesting and Warrick turns the tables.
Disclaimer: I don't own, please don't sue. You'd only get two sticks of gum and some lint anyway, but if you wish by all means, go ahead.
Story notes: Takes place immediately following last weeks episode "Meat Market." Also a continuance of sort from my fic "The Scene of Heartache." For the sake of this fic, Warrick has an office. I couldn't recall if they actually do in canon or not, so I figured I'd make it up.
Author's notes: Pure unadulterated smut. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Oh, I'm nice to Sara in this one *waits for the shocked gasps to die down* because I actually liked her interactions with Rick and Jim in this episode.

~*~

Jim's POV

The last two weeks have been hell. Not at home, at home things have been great. But that's the problem. We haven't been home very much in the last two weeks. To make matters even worse, Warrick and I haven't had one case together, making the triple and double shifts even more unbearable. I've been on the verge of losing it for far too long.

But finally, finally we got a case together today. It was an unusual one, which is saying a lot considering this is Vegas, but I'm glad it's over. I've got two days off and I don't plan to waste a minute. I had stopped by the lab to pick Warrick up since his car was in the shop, but when I called to let him know I was on my way he told me he was finishing up his paperwork. So I figured I had enough time to stop by the break room for a cup of coffee, hoping to snag a cup of Greg's good stuff. Boy am I glad I did.

*Flashback*

Nick was finishing up his lunch as Sara entered the break room and walked over to the coffee pot.

"Nick, is Warrick seeing someone?" Sara asked suddenly, as she poured sugar in her coffee.

"I'm not sure, I think so. Why?" Nick lied as he gathered up the trash from his lunch.

"Well, some of the evidence on our case led us to this strip club."

"What happened? Was Rick too busy gawking at the babes to do his job?" Nick joked.

"No, that's the thing. For as much as he noticed, they could've been wearing potato sacks."

"Well, it seems to me that you'd think that was a good thing."

"It is. I mean, Warrick's not a pig, but-"

"But he's not blind either."

"Exactly."

"So why does this bother you so much anyway?"

"I don't know. I mean Warrick is the quintessential Ladies Man, always has been."

"Thanks a lot Sara." Nick replied in mock hurt.

"Come on Nick, you know what I mean. It's not like him to not notice a naked woman. Hell, it's not like him to not notice a fully clothed woman."

"Yeah, you're right."

"She must be great."

"Who?"

"Whoever the woman is that's got Rick's nose so open he can't see past it."

Scoffing, Nick quirked a brow, "Jealous?"

"No, actually I'm happy for him. I think it's great that he's finally found someone he can care about so much. It's just…" Sara trailed off.

"Just what?"

"Look, I know Warrick and I haven't always gotten along, but I think I can call him a friend. I care about him and I don't want to see him hurt"

"Aww shucks Sara, are you getting mushy on me?" Nick teased."

Throwing the straw she was stirring her coffee with, Sara laughed. "Shut it Nick. You'd scare the girl off if you thought she was a threat to Warrick and you know it."

"Yeah, probably. Good to know I've got back up if I need it."

"Damn right you do."

"See ya Sara," Nick called behind him as he left.

"Later Nick."

*end flashback*

Looks like Ricky missed me more than I thought if he didn't notice half naked women dangling from poles. Hell, judging from the way little Jimmy is perking up, I guess I've missed Warrick far more than I realized too.

Coffee be damned, let me go get my boyfriend. Waving a tired hello to a few random lab techs I pass along the way I finally make it to Warrick's office.

Damn, isn't he gorgeous? He's doing that thing with his lip that I love. I never realized how adorable Ricky is when he's concentrating. He gets this look in his eye and then he bites, almost nervously, on his lip as he looks over whatever it is he's working on.

Tapping lightly on the door frame, I enter the office. "About done, Warrick."

"Almost Jim. Just need to sign off." Warrick responds as he flashes me a brief smile. "There. I'm finally done. No more work for the next day, two if I'm lucky."

"On call?"

"Not tomorrow, but I am the day after." Shutting down his computer, Warrick stands and follows me to the door. Dropping his paperwork off in Catherine's office we head to my car.

Some days it is incredibly hard not to reach out and grab Rick's hand, but knowing I can touch him all I want at home makes me resist.

Climbing in the car I wait for Ricky to get in the passenger seat before I start the engine. Pulling out of the parking lot, I glance over at my lover, who is half asleep already.

"So other than the murderer and his 'fiancé', did you see anything interesting at the 'Over/Under' club?"

I suppress a laugh as Warrick tries to think through the haze of sleep. "Wha? Oh, nah; nothing interesting."

"Really? With all that naked flesh around, you couldn't find anything interesting to look at?" I know its mean, especially considering Warrick is almost dead on his feet, but I can't help but tease him. Besides, if I let him fall asleep we can't have any fun once we get home. I can't have that.

"I've seen naked women before Jim. Believe me, nothing in there stood out enough to grab my attention."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Why? Are you jealous?" Warrick asked with a teasing glint in his eye as he straightened up in his seat.

Oh yeah, he's awake now. Turning onto the street to our home, I mock pout, "Should I be? I mean, I know I'm not as young as I used to be, but I didn't think I was that bad."

"Oh come off it Jim, you know I love you just the way you are."

I don't say anything as I pull into our driveway. Unbuckling my seatbelt I can feel Warrick shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he does the same.

"You do know that don't you Jim?" he asks, uncertainty evident in his voice.

Smiling in triumph, I step out of my truck, "Of course I do, just wanted to hear you say it." With that I close the door and all but run to unlock the front door, Warrick hot on my heels.

"You tease," he whispers in my ear as we burst through the front door."

"You like it," I reply as he pushes me against the foyer wall.

Kicking the door closed with his foot, Warrick leans closer to me, warm breath caressing my parted lips. "You know it." Crashing his lips to mine we kiss each other for an eternity before breathing becomes an absolute necessity.

Panting as we break apart, I feel Rick's fingers undoing the buttons on my dress shirt. Pulling both my suit jacket and shirt off, yet leaving my tie, Warrick drops them to the floor before he begins kissing my bared chest. Finding my nipples, he worries them with his teeth, until both buds are hard and I'm moaning.

Pulling him up towards my face, I kiss him deeply, grabbing his muscular ass to pull him. Erections brushing together, we both groan loudly at the contact. "I think we should take this to the bedroom," I pant, body strumming with pleasure as Warrick runs his fingers up my sides repeatedly.

"Better hurry or I'm gonna fuck you through the wall," he whispers as I pull him down the hall towards our bedroom. Pushing me until I am laying on the bed, he straddles my hips before kissing me once again. Wait a minute; wasn't I supposed to be seducing him?

Oh well, as he begins to swivel his hips in my lap, giving me the most sensual lap dance ever, I don't care whose doing what to whom.

Moving to my neck, Warrick begins to suck, likely leaving a mark in its wake. I know I'll be getting some ribbing from the guys when I return to work, but it'll be worth it. I don't think I've ever mentioned it to Warrick, but I love it when he marks me, staking his claim. But then again, he is a CSI. I'm sure he looked at the evidence, or listened as the case may be, and figured it out for himself.

Moving off my lap, I watch through half lidded eyes as he continues the erotic gyrating of his hips. Oh he is not doing this to me!

Pulling off his shirt, he places a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his tongue. Removing it, he runs the wet digit down his chest, leaving a wet trail in his wake. I'm moaning constantly by now, but I couldn't care less. Watching as the finger moves to his belt buckle, I gasp when both hands begin to rub against the growing bulge in his pants.

Dammit, there goes that lip thing again! Suddenly my pants feel almost two sizes too small as my dick strains against the fabric. Reaching for my own belt buckle, I freeze when Warrick ceases all movement as well.

"Uh-uh, no touching," Coming back over to the bed, he straddles my hips; careful not to let our bodies touch. Leaning down he whispers in my ear as his hand grazes over my crotch, "This is mine. Hands off!"

Of their own accord, my hands drift back to my bulging erection, seeking the forsaken friction my body craves, only to be swatted away yet again. "You know, I always knew you had a thing for breaking the rules, probably why I love you so much." Pulling off my tie, I watch helplessly as he ties my hands to the headboard. "I've always had a thing for bad boys. And I love to punish them."

Climbing back off the bed, he continues his erotic striptease, slowly unzipping his jeans and removing his belt. Jeans riding low on his hips, he bends over to remove his shoes. Placing them aside he stands back up, green eyes glazed over in lust. I watch with bated breath as he removes his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion.

Turning his backside towards me, I gasp as he bends over to remove his socks. Watching someone take off their socks has never been more erotic than it is now. I don't think I'll be able to watch him take off his socks without thinking of this moment.

"Ricky please," I beg, moving uncomfortably on the bed. Turning to me with a mischievous smirk, I realize I'm in for it.

"You want something babe?" Warrick asks me as he walks over to the bed slowly, diverting his attention to the night stand. I know what he's looking for and it only makes me want him more.

"Yes, I want you in me. Now." I pant.

"Patience, patience." Moving to straddle my hips once again, Warrick leans in to kiss me again. I strain with the need and desire to touch him, but to no avail. Giving myself over to the kiss, I begin to move my hips against his naked body, causing him to moan and pull away. Whimpering at the loss of contact, I'm too out of it to even be embarrassed.

"Slow down baby, we have all day, remember."

Thinking of times when Warrick has held me at the edge for hours on end, I whimper once more. "Please Warrick, I need you. Need you so much."

"Don't worry baby, you'll have me soon enough." Leaning in I feel his wet tongue tease my nipples as his hands reach for my belt. Undoing my belt quickly, he slides his hands beneath my boxers, causing me to moan at the feel of his warm hands over my heated flesh. Moving to my feet, he removes my shoes and socks, before climbing back up to remove my pants. Taking my pants and boxers off in one motion I arch off the bed at the feel of his naked flesh on mine.

Not wasting any time, Warrick reaches over to the nightstand for the lube. Slicking up a finger, Warrick slips one finger into my entrance, moving agonizingly slow.

"More, please. I need more." Adding another finger, I feel Warrick begin to scissor his fingers to stretch me. Soon his two fingers become three, stretching me until I can hardly stand it. "Enough baby, I want you in me."

Before I can open my eyes to see if he heard me, I feel him pushing into me. Crying out in glorious pleasure, Warrick sets a constant pace. Pulling almost completely out, he slams back in quickly. By this point I am a babbling mass of pleasure, pulling against the tie holding my hands back.

Feeling his hand on my cock, I know I won't last much longer. Not one to completely give up control, even when my hands are tied, literally; I clench around Warrick's cock, smirking in satisfaction when I hear the resulting moan. "Come on baby, give it to me harder. I want to feel you every time I sit down tomorrow."

Knowing that he won't hurt me, Warrick picks up speed, stroking my cock in time to each hard thrust. I'm floating so high now, feeling my orgasm just on the horizon. White hot pleasure rips through me, pouring out of my body in milky ribbons across Warrick's hands and my stomach. Collapsing back against the bed, I moan in satiated pleasure as Warrick continues to pound into me, seeking his own release. Suddenly he stills, before my ass is filled with his warm seed. Pulling out, he collapses on to me. Once I hear his breathing reach a steady pace, I nudge him to get his attention. Looking up, he kneels to untie my hands, placing a kiss on each reddened wrist.

Moving down, he gently checks to make sure he hasn't hurt me. I know he hasn't, but it still warms my heart to know that he cares enough to check.

Climbing out of the bed, I watch his beautiful ass as he goes into the bathroom. I close my eyes, awaiting his return. Feeling a warmth glide over my chest and between my cheeks I smile. It always amazes me how well he cares for me. I've had plenty of lovers, but Warrick is the only one that has ever made me feel special with just one look. Just one touch.

Feeling him snuggle in front of me, I wrap my arms around his waist as he falls asleep on my chest. Looking down at my beautiful love, I feel the love swell inside me. Shut up, I know it sounds mushy, but it's true. After the incident with the whole fake crime scene, realizing how close I came to losing him was too much to bear. I realize that I love him, more than I ever thought possible. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure he knows it.

THE END