Title: Set Free
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick & Warrick (Stud Muffin Lovin’)
Summary: Nick's loneliness isn't as well hidden as he thinks...
Warnings: Nothing but loving.

He’s tired as his feet shuffle closer to the locker room. It’s been too long of a shift, and while he hasn’t complained, he hates that he can’t even make himself hurry to get to his locker when all he wants is to be in his bed fast asleep.

There’s no surprise that Warrick is still at his locker, though the slightly older man doesn’t look even half as tired as Nick feels. Nevertheless, the mere presence of his friend offers a slight boost of energy, which he does his best to ignore. Mostly because he doesn’t want to have to acknowledge the fact that he really has no desire to go back home, or more accurately, he has no desire to think about the reasons why he doesn’t want to go.

Neither one says much as they both get ready to leave, and Nick can tell that Warrick’s almost finished. Before he can do anything to prevent it, he feels the all too familiar sting of emptiness start to take hold. He does his best to hold in the sigh, and is pretty sure he’s successful when he hears Warrick shut his locker and head for the door. Nick can’t help but wonder if anyone he knows can tell just how lonely he feels, or if it’s not as obvious as he sometimes thinks. After all, it’s not something he feels often when working, since there’s almost never more than a few hours to be spent completely alone in a shift.

He grabs a relatively fresh shirt from his locker, replacing it with the now grimy shirt he’d been wearing all shift. The last thing he feels like doing is worrying about laundry, and he quickly pulls the snug t-shirt over his head. He finishes pulling it down as he kicks his locker closed. With a quick swooping motion he grabs his jacket and moves for the door, only to run almost directly into Warrick.

It doesn’t even register that Warrick should have been long gone, but he does notice that the taller man didn’t even react to the near collision. Nick’s about to ask if something is wrong when his eyes meet Warrick’s deep green eyes, and there’s an intensity there that he’s positive he has never seen before. There’s something about the way he’s being looked at that makes his heart tighten and his stomach flitter. They’re incredibly close, and Nick can feel Warrick’s breath cool his warm skin.

The sound of voices in the hallway breaks Warrick’s concentration, and as quickly as it had begun it was over, and Nick was left watching his best friend head out the door.

***

He can’t get the moment out of his mind no matter how hard he tries. Sleep won’t come, despite how exhausted he is on every level. The only thing he can see whenever he closes his eyes is the intensity of two emerald colored orbs staring at him, and that’s the last thing he wants burned into his mind.

It’s not the first time he’s seen that gaze, and it always has the same effect of making him fall head over heels, even though it’s never been anything more than just a look. The feeling of being so terribly alone hasn’t left since the moment the door closed behind Warrick’s retreating back, and it’s too much for him to ignore.

He sighs into his pillow, wishing that everything could be different. Wishing that he could find someone, anyone, else who could make everything just fade away into oblivion so he had some semblance of a chance at being happy. But even after two years after Kristy’s death he hadn’t been able to open himself up to anyone else.

The sound of pounding on his door actually came as a relief, and he did his best to drag himself out of his bed. He got to the door, and didn’t bother checking the peephole before he opened it.

Suddenly all he could see where those eyes. Piercing into him, and he could feel his muscles tighten to the point where he was frozen in place. One distant corner of his mind registered that there was something different, something warmer in those eyes.

It wasn’t until he felt the hand in his hair that he realized there was a pair of lips pressed to his own. Once the realization hit him he felt his own lips begin to respond as if they had a will entirely of their own.

From there, it was all that he could do to back up with Warrick moving with him. He heard the door swing shut behind them, and found himself grateful that at least one of them was still able to use their mind to think at least somewhat clearly.

The feel of Warrick’s hands brushing over his bare skin served to remind him that he was only wearing his briefs. A fact that he became extremely grateful for as Warrick’s hands continued exploring every last square inch of his back. His own hands were doing well enough on their task of making their way up underneath the loose button up shirt.

He’d seen Warrick naked before in the locker room, seen the smooth, taut skin, but sight had nothing on what his hands were feeling now. The radiating heat and the movement of the powerful muscles just beneath the surface of Warrick’s skin far surpassed the way anyone else’s body had ever felt to him.

They stumbled through the living room, barely avoiding Nick’s furniture in their desperate attempt to reach the bedroom. Only they didn’t quite make it when one particular turn sent Nick tumbling over the back of his loveseat. He managed to grab onto the cushions so he didn’t tumble off the couch and onto the floor.

Warrick wasted no time hopping over the back of the sofa and straddling Nick’s legs. Nick’s breath hitched in his throat as soon as he felt Warrick’s full weight bearing down on his thighs. Even through the thick denim of Warrick’s jeans, he could feel the powerful muscles in the legs pressing against him. The appearance of Warrick’s most diabolical grin made him shudder. His teeth bit lightly on his tongue and he felt his entire body tense the second he felt Warrick’s fingers begin to toy with the elastic band of his briefs. He could see the bulge of his erection straining against the tight confines of the cotton fabric, and he wished that they’d both managed to shed their clothes because he was positive that they were both far too overdressed for this.

Only he couldn’t make his arms function enough to help him reach his goal of getting them both stripped down to nothing but their birthday suits. Instead he watched with rigid anticipation as he watched the elastic band of his briefs being slid ever so slowly down until his erection was freed from its “tent” and was poking out from his underwear ever so slightly.

His breathing quickened significantly as Warrick leaned forward and then their lips met again, and suddenly Nick’s arms were moving, his fingers desperately trying to undo the buttons of Warrick’s shirt, cursing silently that this just had to be the one day when Warrick actually bothered to actually button up his shirt more than halfway. Their kiss was quickly interrupted, and Nick moaned in protest when Warrick had to lean back because he was chuckling too hard to continue. Nick’s lower lip immediately curled out and before he knew it he was flat out pouting.

Apparently it was enough, because Warrick didn’t wait for him to start begging before starting to undo the first button. Nick watched in complete captivation at the deft movements of Warrick’s fingers, each button coming undone leaving more and more smooth skin visible.

Once the last button was out of the way Nick’s hands were moving, and they slipped under the shirt seeking out two specific nubs protruding from Warrick’s chest. Seconds after his hands reached their destination Warrick let out a load moan and Nick watched in near awe as Warrick’s hands began rubbing both of their erections through the fabric that was still preventing closer contact.

After at least two full minutes, Warrick moved both hands to his own groin, rubbing roughly around the tented fabric before undoing the button and lowering the zipper of the tight blue jeans. Nick immediately moved into action, using both hands to push the jeans as far down Warrick’s thighs as possible. His fingers then began fiddling with the dark, silk boxers while purposely avoiding the already straining erection. Finally he couldn’t hold out any longer, and once his fingers were hooked under the waistband he yanked them down to join Warrick’s jeans around the larger man’s thighs. The sight of Warrick in all of his natural glory was enough to make his breath catch in his throat once more.

Warrick didn’t waste any time trying to return the favor, only that pulling Nick’s briefs down didn’t go very well at all. Nick immediately tried to shift to help, except that it only served to put both off balance and seconds later they were crashing down to the floor.

In the seconds that they were apart, both worked desperately to get the rest of their clothes off.

Nick proved to be quicker, and Warrick’s pants and boxers were only down to his knees by the time he was on top of his counterpart. His lips crashed desperately down onto Warrick’s, and he immediately pushed his groin down against Warrick’s own erection. The heat and intensity of the contact nearly sent Nick’s entire body into overdrive. Not once had he ever felt so alive, so charged and more amazing than anything he’d ever felt before in his entire life.

He wasn’t prepared for Warrick’s sudden push upwards, which resulted in flipping them over, leaving Nick on his back staring up into those green eyes which were darker than he’d ever seen them before. There wasn’t much more time to focus on Warrick’s eyes once Warrick began to grind their erections together. It didn’t take Nick long to lose all semblance of control and within moments he was thrusting up into Warrick as hard and fast as he could. That served to send Warrick closer to losing control as well, and Nick let out a loud moan as the other man followed suit by increasing both the speed and intensity of their grinding. The dry friction made the movements feel even more intense as their skin pulled against each other, leaving both men panting heavily. Small drops of pre-cum served to offer the slightest bit of lubrication possible as they continued to thrust against each other.

At least until Nick cried out just as he finally came. His mouth was immediately devoured by Warrick as his semen splattered across both of their stomachs, some drops making it up to their chests. The sudden addition of lubrication was enough to push Warrick over the edge, and soon there was even more semen added to the fluid splattered across their chests.

***

It was already dark out by the time his eyes opened. Every last muscle in his body was stiff and there was a distinct soreness in certain regions that he hadn’t felt in years. Only his attention was far more focused on the body lying next to him. He shifted slightly, grimacing at the dried semen that was still splattered all across his chest, because they’d both been too exhausted after their numerous rounds earlier to get up and clean themselves up. The sight of Warrick’s body next to his own caused his grimace to quickly shift into a smile as he moved even closer, wrapping his arms around the larger man.

Not once had he ever felt so alive, and whatever persistent loneliness that had haunted him before was long gone, as if it had never been there to begin with.

He was sure it’d be awhile before they’d say the words, but this was definitely love, and he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers. His eyes closed slowly, as he inhaled the musky scent of Warrick’s skin, and in less than a minute he was fast asleep.

The End…