Title: Sex on Steel
Author: Nahellenia
Author's e-mail: ballet_dncer@yahoo.com
Author's webpage: not yet...
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Jerry Bruckheimer et al. I don't own them or make any money from them and when I'm done playing with them I always dust them off and put them back.
Pairing: Warrick/Doc Robbins (yeah...I know...unreal.)
Archive: Not without my permission
Rating: FRT13? Probably more
Spoilers: Swap Meet
Category: Established Relationship / Episode Related
Summary: Sometimes it's best to keep your mouth shut.
Feedback: Always welcome. Private preferred
Warning/Notes: Not one of the usual pairings (I don't think I've ever seen it before) but this came to me and wouldn't leave me alone so here it is.

SEX ON STEEL

When I told Grissom my wife accused me of having an affair after buying her the beautiful lingerie, I didn't mention that she was right. I never considered the ramifications of telling him that she thought that I was getting some sex on steel. Only afterwards did it occur to me that I could have been a little more discreet about it. Because even though Gil would have thought I was joking there was no knowing what would tweak the investigator in him. The last thing I needed was an over curious CSI snooping around.

It meant that I would have to be extra careful for a while. I just wasn't sure how Warrick would react to that news. We were already so secretive. Any more time spent apart to avoid suspicion or increasing the distance we put between each other at work and we might as well not be dating at all. I couldn't stand to do that to him. Warrick had already sacrificed so much to be with me, I couldn't ask him for anything more.

I never pegged him to be someone who'd be interested in me. There was a vast distance between us and nothing I did would have closed it. I had resigned myself to the occasional fantasy and accidental touch to make my day. It had been enough. It had to be because there was no way a handsome, young man like Warrick would be interested in an old, married, one legged coroner like myself. So I was shocked when he came to the morgue to seek me out after a particularly bad case. I remember he had been looking for closure and thought he could find it in the morgue, in looking at the dead girl's body one more time and hoping that she should tell him something to make it all better. Enough senseless deaths under our belts, we should have been better at this but we weren't. Instead we found some comfort in having solved the case - and in finding someone to share the grief and pain with.

It had started as soft spoken words and it had ended up with he and I pressed up against the cold steel doors of the refrigerator. Our bodies so close together it was impossible to see where he ended and I begun. I had a brief moment of doubt when what was happening crossed the haze of lust I was caught up in. It was crazy that this was happening and I was certain I'd wake up at any moment and find myself in my bed at home instead of in the office with Warrick's hand around my cock, his mouth against mine, and all thought of breathing again forgotten. It seemed strange that I had been able to feel the cold metal on my back the whole time I was enfolded in the consuming heat in front, because I had not been able to remember anything else about that day.

When I had found my release - hard and fast - it had been odd to watch Warrick's dark eyes locked on me. Every fantasy had ended abruptly and there had never been anything that suggested he felt anything but respect for me. This was beyond me and I had watched him just as he had watched me until I realized there was still something that needed to be done. I had undone his pants right then and shown him exactly what I could do for him. The deep groan of his release coming shortly after I had begun and it sent shivers down my spine. I had never wished so hard to be a little younger just so that we could do all of it again.

The kink had been unintentional. Having sex in the midst of all the dead bodies had not been a consideration until we were coming down from the explosive high. Then Warrick had casually commented about an underlying necrophilia we might share and the morgue had never been the same again. Impossible to get around the memory of a mutual jerk off session when I was alone and there was little to do but remember. In a strange way, it had defined the earlier part of our relationship; the "where and when" had mattered little in light of the "who". We had gone from stolen moments at work to long hours spent at Warrick's apartment doing all the things that I had dreamed of and a few that I hadn't thought possible. All squeezed in before I had to go back to my own home and pretend that everything was the same or before coming to work and going our separate ways even though all I wanted to do was claim him on the break room table.

We had to hide how we felt about each other all the time. More so on my part because I had a wife and no-one would understand my reasons for risking it all on what should have been a one-night stand; something that should have been quickly taken and just as quickly forgotten. But we had been caught up in the haze of amazing sex for too long before caution - or guilt - had set in. By then I was in too deep to think of stopping it.

Now I guess I'd have to tell Warrick that we'd need to be even more careful than we already were. If my wife found out, she'd kill me or she'd leave me. That was a fate I had resigned myself to less than a month after being with Warrick. But if Gil found out, that would be more than I could take because I knew I'd lose Warrick to him. That was a fate I wasn't ready for yet. I doubt I'd ever be ready.