Title: Tickets
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and 'Rick
Summary: Nick's a cop in Dallas when he pulls Warrick over for speeding. After an innocent suggestion, the tables quickly turn. (Set before season one) First in what may lead to a short series (at most three parts- probably just two). :)
Warning: Very slight dub-con, handcuffs, some kink

There was always a slight sense of satisfaction whenever he watched a car pull off to the side of the road. He left his lights flashing as he swung his door open after a quick check to make sure that no one was coming.

The old car he was heading up to looked like it hadn't seen better days in a good ten years or so, and if it hadn't been such a slow day he probably would've let the car continue speeding. It wasn't like there was anyone around the area anyway. He'd already been letting numerous other cars go by without stopping them, mostly because he was still pissed off about being stationed out in the middle of nowhere.

Not that Nick would be caught complaining, partially because he wasn't quite sure if it was because his father wanted to keep him out of any harm's way, or if it was because the Captain wanted him to go running to his father for help. Neither option would surprise him, not that he really gave a shit anyway, not when he was going to transfer to the Crime Lab in a few more months. At least he knew the supervisor there would give him a chance, and wouldn't simply assume he was nothing more than Judge Stokes' son.

With a quiet sigh he headed down the road towards the old beat up car he'd pulled over.

By the time he was to the car he could already hear the driver cursing angrily. Except that he was a little too busy ogling the man in the driver's seat to really notice.

***

Pissed off would be an understatement at the moment. He was already running late for an interview that he'd only gotten a day's notice for in advance. Without nearly enough money to actually buy a plane ticket, he hadn't had any other options at the moment except to drive down to Dallas in his Grandmother's worn down car. Which was bad enough, and it didn't help that he really wasn't entirely sure where he was anymore.

All he knew was that he desperately needed a job, and since the Vegas Crime Lab hadn't been very up front with whether or not they were even close to considering him seriously for employment he definitely needed options. And when the Dallas Crime Lab had offered the interview he'd been ecstatic. Up until the point when they'd told him it was the next day.

By the time he'd reached Texas, Warrick had already been exhausted, and he'd definitely been keeping his foot on the gas.

He watched the cop in the side mirror as he walked up to Warrick's car. Even with the sunglasses, and the hat Warrick still couldn't help but admire the firm jaw, and the clearly well built figure that the tight fitting uniform served to seemingly enhance. It seemed awfully flattering for a guy that Warrick didn't really want to talk to at the moment.

Before the officer was even within ten feet, Warrick had his window rolled down, his license and registration already in hand. By the time the cop was to his car he already had it out in his hand, waving impatiently for the man to hurry his ass up.

"Damn- can't you guys fucking move? I'm on a tight schedule here."

"Sir, you need to calm down. You haven't been drinking have you?"

"It's one o clock in the fucking afternoon, what do you think?" Warrick almost winced himself at the curt tone of his voice, and while he knew that he wasn't doing himself any favors, he just couldn't bring himself to stop. "Ya damn pigs."

There was definitely a line he'd just crossed, and he couldn't really remember, let alone understand why he'd just crossed it. All he knew was that the officer definitely wasn't amused.

"Step out of the car, sir." Warrick let out a quiet stream of curses, not even realizing that the cop could hear each and every word he was muttering, "Get out of the car, now."

"Yeah, yeah- I'm coming Officer Stroke." He hadn't really meant to say it out loud, because he knew he was really just digging himself into one hell of a big hole that just kept getting bigger.

"Excuse me?"

"What- you don't give out hand jobs? Oh wait- you probably just take them." He snorted in disgust, even though he knew he was being little more than an ass. But at the moment he already knew he was going to be late for the interview, which undoubtedly meant that he wouldn't be getting the job that had opened up anytime soon anyway.

"The name's Stokes, thank you, and believe it or not, but I don't take bribes. Although with your fucking attitude I might just make an exception."

"Bring it on, asshole."

"I'd be careful what you ask for." Warrick didn't have much time to react before he was suddenly pushed down onto his knees. He was too stunned to actually form a reply, and he couldn't deny that a small part of him was a bit more than excited by the man now towering over him. The irritated look on the cop's face only served to make his own dick take interest, and with the officer's crotch now just inches from his face he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

Another quick glance that he disguised with what he hoped was a convincing glare, proved that the officer was clearly challenging him to make the next move. Not willing to back down he wasted no time undoing the cop's fly, and reaching in to find that the man was just wearing a jock strap. In another second he had the officer's dick in his hand, and it didn't take much effort to pull it free from the constraining fabric. His hand slowly reached back in, readjusting the cop's cock a bit more, until his balls were also out in the open.

Warrick wasted no time, and immediately sucked the man's testicles into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue as he watched the cop's dick begin to take even more interest.

***

Nick was still in something of a state of shock. Not that he wasn't hiding it perfectly well, but he had seriously thought the prick would try to scamper back to the safety of his car and lose his attitude. He certainly hadn't expected to be on the receiving end of an incredible blow job.

Sweat was already starting to soak most of his skin just from the guy's tongue roughly playing with his balls. The added heat from the hot sun beating down on them just added to it all, and he could feel the beads of sweat running down from his head, along his neck, and down beneath his shirt. He couldn't quite stop himself from leaning forward, easily ignoring the hot metal beneath his hands, because another part of his body felt much hotter at the moment. And at the moment he needed to brace himself, because the man between his legs certainly wasn't holding anything back.

It didn't take him long to lose himself to the sensations being sent coursing through his cock and the spasms of pure pleasure that was racking his whole body. Before long he was moaning loudly, grateful for the fact that there weren't people around for miles. Unable to do anything but stand there, enjoying the feel of the man's mouth and hands on his cock nearly on the brink of release, left him helpless when the man suddenly moved out from between Nick's legs.

***

Warrick didn't waste any time slipping out from between the cop's legs. At the moment all he knew was that he definitely wanted more. In one swift motion he was on his feet, behind the officer, and not even a second later he had the cuffs removed from the officer's belt.

It wasn't hard to get the stunned man's arms cuffed behind his back. Though managing to maneuver them a few feet further to the hood of the police cruiser proved to be a far more difficult task than he'd anticipated. Except that the sight of the officer bent forward, chest pressed firmly against the hood made him nearly lose his mind. The fact that the man was panting heavily didn't help Warrick any either.

His patience tested to the limit, he quickly shoved the cop's pants down, letting them rest around his ankles, smirking when he realized the motion has torn the button of the officer's fly off. Not that the button lying in the dirt held his attention for more than a brief second, because the sight of the cop's firm ass had him instantly craving more. It was all he could do to keep himself from drooling and practically passing out.

In an instant he dropped down to his knees, unable to care about the discomfort the pavement offered. His focus was on the hard cock throbbing, as it jutted out from the jock strap, beneath the muscular and perfectly toned body just begging for release, a long drip of precum hanging by a thread from the tip of the cop's dick as gravity took its toll. Warrick could only watch as it finally broke free, and not even a second later hit the ground leaving behind a small wet spot that dried almost instantly against the hot pavement.

A loud moan returned his attention to the rest of the man splayed out before him, and before Warrick could think twice he'd pushed the officer's shirt up, and admired his close up view of the tight ass, framed by the white jock strap. And then it was all feeling as he plunged forward, his tongue immediately going to work.

He could feel the cop squirming, and it was all he could do to keep his hands from bringing himself to completion as his tongue thrust in and out of the man's tight ass. With no mercy he kept going, enjoying every moan and cry the officer let loose. Just knowing that he was forcing out such sounds made his own cock throb even harder.

It was when the cop started to beg that he couldn't hold back any longer. There was nothing but need in the deep Texan drawl, and the knowledge that he'd turned a cop into little more than a pile of mush was quite satisfying. Though not nearly as satisfying as fulfilling the man's wishes would be. Unable to hold back, Warrick scrambled back up to his feet, quickly forcing his pants down, and moving into position.

***

Nick couldn't even begin to try and think clearly. The only thing his mind could register was the tongue moving in and out of his ass, and making him see stars. That and the fact that he wanted nothing more than to feel the guy's dick in his ass. It was pure torture to not be able to move his arms to help speed things up, and that he couldn't get the slightest bit of friction against his leaking cock. Instead his nipples were sticking to the hood of his cruiser, thanks to the sweat that he was drenched in.

The more logical part of him was still afraid that someone would drive by, but that only served to make him ache for release even more. He had the distinct feeling that if he truly wanted to, this was something he'd be able to stop, except the moment that tongue darted back in he couldn't imagine ever wanting it to stop.

It surprised him just how vocal he was being. He'd never been much for making noise whenever he had sex, but there was no point in denying that he was being loud. The moans he was letting loose were a surprise to him, but with the tongue going to town rimming him, he couldn't remember ever doing anything that had felt so good before.

Which was why he barely thought twice once he started to beg. It felt somewhat demeaning in a way, but knowing the other man had all the power and control was entirely gratifying. Even more so since he'd always been the one doing the controlling. There was definitely something that he couldn't quite put into words about the whole thing that made him wish it would never stop.

Feeling the tongue pull out, and all stimulation stop made him groan, and immediately start to protest. Not that he needed to worry, because a few seconds later he was crying out far louder than he ever had before.

There hadn't been any warning at all, at least not as far as he was concerned, before he felt the man's cock plunge all the way into his ass. He was definitely seeing stars now, and his moans had turned into far louder cries, simply because he couldn't hold back. Not when the guy started to earnestly fuck him. Constantly pulling almost completely out before plunging right back in.

It was a fast, hard rhythm that left him unable to do anything more than cry out in pure pleasure.

In seconds he was begging once more. Pleading for the pace to get harder, for the guy to force himself in deeper, and to most definitely start using his hand to help out a guy in need. Before long his whole body was shifting slightly with each powerful thrust, the sweat on his skin only serving to increase the friction.

He was lost in the whole thing, and it was all he could do to keep from passing out as he continued his moaning and there wasn't a single moment where he wasn't trying to do everything in his power to create some sort of friction on his cock. It wasn't too much longer before he finally felt those big strong hands roaming his back, sliding smoothly against his sweat soaked skin, before making their way to his dick.

Nick cried out as soon as he felt the hot fingers tightly wrap around his erection, just as the man thrust deeply back into Nick's ass once more. Not even seconds later the other hand was tugging playfully at his balls, and it was all Nick could do to keep himself from coming. He had no idea how he'd lasted as long as he had already, and it didn't take much longer for his begging to come to turn into an incoherent drabble of moans, cries, and possibly a few syllables as well.

Feeling his balls begin to constrict, the telltale sign of his entire body beginning to go rigid was one of the best feelings he'd ever experienced. Although it was nothing compared to the feeling of finally finding his release. He wasn't sure he'd ever come so hard before in his life, and the involuntary clenching of the muscles in his ass as he came had the man fucking him find his own release. Nick slumped forward even further, focused on the feel of hot cum in his ass.

He groaned in protest when he felt the man's dick pull free from his ass, but his attention was quickly captured by the hand shoved in his face, and he could see his own semen in stark contrast to the dark skin. Without a second thought he stuck his tongue out and started to lick the hand in front of his face, only to feel it move to the side, and he felt a slight sense of confusion in his current daze when he felt the rest of his semen being wiped onto his face. It was hard enough to try to concentrate in his post coital stupor, and by the time he realized the other man wasn't right next to him he was already too late to even think to stop him.

Once he'd finally managed to twist his body slightly so he could see a little farther behind him, he realized the old beat up car was already on its way once more. Which left him alone on the road, with his pants down around his ankles, and his arms still cuffed behind his back.

Nick didn't move for at least several minutes. Not that he would've made it far if he had. It wasn't until he remembered that he was standing just off the side of the road, where any passerby might see him that he forced himself to move. With a loud groan he stood up, trying his best to maintain his balance on his wobbly legs.

He carefully bent down, wincing slightly as his ass finally settled on the hot pavement. It took a lot more effort than it ever had when he'd practiced at his own home, but after a few failed attempts he finally managed to get his legs drawn close enough to his body so that he could once more have his hands in front of him. The fact that he could feel the cum beginning to dry on his face and cock wasn't helping, and he could still feel it slowly drizzling out of his ass.

With a quiet sigh he easily undid the key to his cuffs from his belt, and was pleased that he'd managed to free his hands in one try. Unable to find any other fabric he finally gave up his search through his car and took off his shirt before using it to wipe what he could of the rapidly drying semen off his body. By the time he was back in the cruiser, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, even with his shirt offering a bit more cushion, he was even more pleased when he realized that his shift was nearly over. Which meant he'd be able to start heading back, and naturally making a quick pit stop at his apartment first.

After spending a few more moments in silence staring at the hood of his cruiser, he knew he'd never look at any vehicle quite the same way again. Once he was finally standing inside his own home once more he couldn't help but feel disappointed that he hadn't seen the old car anywhere on his way. Then again, he did still have the man's license plate number.