Title: Signs of the Future
Author: Mara
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Summary: Warrick and Jim are at a convention. Warrick overhears something he probably shouldn’t have.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.Warrick had been seated, and was looking at the menu when he checked for his wallet and realized he'd left it back at the motel. Damn. He had to go back there, get the wallet and come back to the restaurant. He'd probably wake up Jim, who'd stayed behind to get some shut-eye. They’d been up half the night trying to get a room. The whole town had been overbooked due to the convention. The hotel they originally booked had somehow lost their reservations. So, they’d ended up at a small motel that only had one room left. They took it. It was that or end up sleeping at the Y.
Just as well, Warrick thought. Maybe if he's awake, he'll rethink my earlier idea to order a pizza and have it sent to the room. When they got back home, he'd be sure and thank Ecklie for picking him to attend this convention with Jim. This was day one of a four-day stay in beautiful downtown Boulder, Colorado.
The Do Not Disturb sign swayed as he worked the key. He unlocked and eased open the door to the room as quietly as he could. When he stepped in though, Jim wasn't in bed. He looked around curiously. Then it hit him. Sounds were emanating from the bathroom. It was Jim, and the sounds left no question as to what he was doing.
Could he have a woman in there? No. If he had a woman with him, they would've been in Jim's bed. Warrick wasn't sure what to do. On the two block walk back to the room, he'd made up his mind that he didn't feel like walking back to the restaurant. But maybe he ought to just take his wallet and go. Best not to embarrass Jim.
Warrick found his wallet and was about to pick it up when Jim's moans changed. He was obviously having trouble breathing or getting any sounds out at all. Warrick stuck his hand in his pocket. He tried to fool himself into believing that he'd thought his wallet was in his hand and he was just putting it in his pocket? It didn't matter.
Through the fabric of his pocket, Warrick stroked his cock in time with Jim's moans. He even imagined that the hand pumping his erection was Jim's. He closed his eyes and could see the expression on the other man’s face as he jerked him off. He could see those lips, separated, his mouth open as he gasped for breath. The intensity sped up and Jim's sounds turned into little more than grunts and a hissing sound. Warrick leaned heavily against a wall for support.
And then it happened. Could he possibly have heard correctly? Amidst all of Jim's vocalizations . . . . If it wasn't clear the first time, if it wasn't believable the first time, Jim said it again and there was no mistake.
"Rick!"
Desire had Warrick's heart pumping hard now, his underwear was wet and he knew he was very close. From the sound of things, so was Jim. Warrick unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his jeans and pulled his straining cock out of his underwear. He turned the bathroom doorknob. It wasn't locked. Why would Jim have locked it if Warrick was supposed to be at the restaurant?
Jim was leaning over the tub. He was naked. Water-slick from a shower, one hand on the wall in front of him, the other wrapped around that incredibly engorged, pulsing cock. Warrick had never seen Jim with a hard-on, and he'd certainly never seen him like this. Jim's eyes were closed, his muscles tight. All that moved were his hips and his arm.
Warrick spoke just in time. "Jim?" It was a struggle to get that much out.
Clearly startled, Jim turned to look at Warrick with large eyes full of fear and embarrassment. It was then that Warrick noticed Jim held something. He was trying to hide a small piece of Warrick's clothing. A pair of his underwear.
"Come here." Warrick said before taking Jim by the wrist and pulling him into the main room. Jim was frozen, standing between the two beds. His cock was weeping before him; his muscles were tight. His naked form was breathtaking as it shook with desire, or fear, Warrick didn‘t know which.. And then Jim seemed awestruck, entranced, watching as Warrick kicked off his shoes and shed his shirt, jeans, and underwear then lay down on Jim's bed. He pulled Jim down with him as he went.
"Are you a hallucination?" Jim asked.
"Does this feel like a hallucination?" Warrick put his hand on the back of his head, pulled Jim to him and kissed him deeply. "How about this?" He brought Jim's hand to his own erection, wrapping his fingers around it. Warrick's left hand latched onto Jim's cock. He was impressed with its size and heat. Knowing Jim was still a little shocked, he continued leading the way. No turning back. Jim's fingers began to squeeze around him and that was almost too much. He couldn't bear to look. This has to last, Warrick thought.
And then his intuition and his body took over. He began to vigorously pump Jim’s cock. He bucked his hips against Jim's strong fist, and kissed his soft mouth. The flavor of Jim caressed his tongue. There was the faint taste of beer, but more than that, there was a sweetness that his intoxicating aroma could only hint at.
Soon Jim came out of his surprised embarrassment and whatever momentum he'd lost when Warrick startled him, he made up for quickly. His kisses got hungry, and his fist around Warrick's cock meant business. Before Warrick could connect with time and space again, he came with Jim following immediately afterward. Their bellies and thighs were slick with their mutual emissions.
Warrick raised his hand coated with his new lover's semen to his mouth and as soon as he knew Jim was watching, sucked a finger into his mouth. Jim then duplicated Warrick's display by sucking his own cream-covered thumb between his lips. And then they kissed. Hard. Warrick welcomed Jim's aggressive tongue. Jim's skin was hot and sweat-slick beneath his hands.
Jim was above him then, and Warrick seized the opportunity to explore Jim's ass, squeezing a cheek in each hand, causing his lover's body to shudder. He pulled Jim's groin tighter against his own. Even his soft, sensitive cock jumped as it met with Jim's balls . Jim moaned and dropped against him, one leg falling on either side of Warrick's body. When Jim turned his head for a minute, Warrick sucked an earlobe between his lips, and Jim shivered.
Soft, wet kisses were being deposited along Warrick's neck, and he tilted his head back. He had to open his eyes. He had to watch. The head was both familiar and foreign. He knew this man, but now he was seeing him in a whole new light. The soft lips touched his skin as Jim's kisses traveled down his neck and now were being deposited across his chest. How this man could simultaneously be so voracious and so gentle? His heart pounded as Jim worked magic on his body. It felt so good.
Warrick moaned. "Ah, Jim."
Jim took a short break from sampling Warrick's skin. For the first time, the two of them just looked at each other's face and into each other‘s eyes. Jim stroked the side of Warrick's face, and Warrick traced a finger across Jim’s forehead.
"What just happened?" Jim asked.
"Um… I think, our future… together." Warrick whispered.
They had three more days to figure it out.
The End
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