Title: It's Been Too Long...

Author: High_Striker

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Stud Muffin Lovin' (aka Nick and 'Rick)

Summary: Nick's just moved to Vegas for a position at the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and when he discovers who his new partner is, there's bound to be some friction.  Sequel to " Tickets".

Warnings: Some roughness, and, well lots of smut. :)

 

"Break room is that way, Stokes- you can go ahead and wait there for assignments.  Feel free to help yourself to some coffee."

 

Nick nodded dutifully, before heading into the room that his newest boss had directed him towards.   He looked around for a few moments, wondering if it was smart to actually take the coffee or not.  He'd been around enough conventions to hear about some of the odd initiations that had happened to other criminalists when they'd first started in a new crime lab.   After a few moments he finally poured himself a cup, and cautiously took a sip, surprised at the high quality that he definitely hadn't been expecting.   Still not entirely comfortable in the building he eased himself into one of the chairs at the table, ignoring the far more comfortable looking couch.

 

The rest of the night was essentially a blur.  He met some of the lab techs, and quite a few other CSIs, although he'd been told he'd have to wait until their next shift to meet everyone else.   But all in all he had a pretty good feeling about this turn in his life.

 

Up until his third night on the job.

 

Because after a few months of trying to track down a license plate he hadn't been able to find much other than the fact that the owner of the car was an old woman that lived somewhere in Nevada.   But he had certainly never imagined that he'd actually get the chance to meet the man of his fantasies again.

 

Though he had been extremely lucky that he'd remembered the dashboard camera, and that he had managed to get a particular tape from it before anyone else had seen it.   As to whether or not he'd watched it nearly every night for the past year while pleasuring himself was something he'd be taking to his grave.

 

But there was no denying that Warrick Brown, the man he'd tried so hard to find for so long, was sitting right there in the break room.

 

Catherine gave him an odd glance before nearly shoving him the rest of the way into the room, "You two know each other or something?"

 

Neither man responded.  Nick barely managed to take a seat before his eyes locked with the intense green orbs of the eyes that were staring right back at him.   Before his mind could even register that Catherine had spoken he was hard, aching, and dying to feel Warrick's lips, and that perfect tongue doing the unimaginable once more.   And judging from the smirk and look of slight disbelief in Warrick's eyes gave him the distinct feeling that he wouldn't be disappointed in the slightest bit.

 

***

 

"Well?" Catherine's voice jolted Warrick from his daze, though it took a few minutes for him to stop staring at the man sitting across from him.   He felt incredibly embarrassed all of a sudden, but he'd be damned before he'd let it show.

 

"You could say that.  But Grissom wanted me to wait around so I could meet the new guy.   You two have a suspicious circs out in Henderson.  Shouldn't be too bad- I'm sure Mr. Strokes would be perfectly happy telling you how we met on your way there."

 

He didn't wait around to hear what would undoubtedly be a loud protest on the other man's part.  Though he did pause long enough to enjoy the immediate blush that completely took over the Texan's face.  The look there had been priceless, and there was no doubt in his mind that Catherine had heard exactly what he'd said.   And it had been far more pleasing than he'd expected to see the blush on the other man's face.

 

It was pure luck that he made it too the parking lot just as Stokes was only a few feet ahead of him.   Speeding up, just slightly, it didn't take much effort to catch him. He couldn't hold back the smirk when he noticed the man jump the second his hand touched the firm, muscular shoulder.   Not even a second later his mouth was barely an inch from Nick's ear, "I've got some plans for you boy.  Hope that's not an inconvenience for you."   He paused just long enough to lightly press his tongue against the warm skin, just beneath the man's ear.

 

He could hardly believe that he still didn't even know the man's first name.  Not that it made much of a difference.

 

All he knew was that his shift was hell.  Processing a crime scene with a raging hard on demanding attention was anything but comfortable.   When their scene turned into a double he spent the majority of his time swearing under his breath, while simultaneously trying to ignore the odd looks that garnered from Grissom.

 

Returning to the lab was nothing but bitter when he discovered Stokes had already left for the day.   Leaving Warrick sitting in the locker room, still cursing, the need for release still plaguing his mind.  It took several minutes for him to even notice the tape sitting on the shelf in his locker, and he barely remembered to grab it before he finally forced himself to stand back up so he could go home.   Finding out that he wasn't going to be fulfilling his current desire for at least another day left him far more tired than he had been before, although he knew he'd have enough energy to take care of some business while he showered.

 

It wasn't until an hour before his next shift that he even remembered the tape.  Curiosity suddenly took hold, and he bit his lip as he put it in.   His breath caught in his throat the second he saw his grandmother's old car come on the screen, and he fell back on the couch.  Even though he knew exactly what he was going to see, there was no possible way he'd be able to stand up and watch it.

 

Before he even knew what was happening he noticed the screen of his television was blank once more, and that he was sweating profusely.   That and his hand was one hell of a mess.

 

By the time he'd managed to get himself to the nearest sink, he already knew he didn't stand a prayer making it to work on time.   Cursing even more he hurried out to his car, and it wasn't until he was halfway to the lab when he noticed his fly was still open.

 

He bit down on his lip as he used one hand to awkwardly pull the zipper back up, and sparing him from some serious embarrassment.   With a quiet sigh he pulled to a stop at a red light, and couldn't help but feel that this was going to be one hell of a long shift.

 

***

 

There was no denying it.  Nick was absolutely pumped up as he shoved his stuff into his locker.

 

It had been a long shift, but in the end, he'd felt a serious high when watching the man being taken off with several police officers.   Knowing that he'd found the evidence needed to put the man away for life was definitely playing a big role in that as well.  It had helped that Catherine had stopped pestering him about how he'd met Warrick.   In fact the only bad part was that he hadn't seen Warrick once the whole shift.  He was really just hoping the guy had gotten the video, and taken the time to watch it.

 

With a quiet sigh he stretched his back before finally heading out of the locker room, wiping a few beads of water from his shower off his face.

 

He whistled quietly as he left the building and headed for his truck, not sure how anxious he was to get home.   Not with so much of his stuff still in boxes, and not while wondering when he'd actually get the chance to rendezvous with Warrick.  Just the thought of the other man caused a noticeable reaction below his belt, and he was somewhat glad that he'd given the tape to Warrick.   Otherwise he'd be spending most of his day unable to do anything but watch it over and over again.

 

Which confused him, because he could honestly say that he'd been hoping to move past that stage of his life now that he was in Vegas.   It was cheesy, and he spent a lot of time ridiculing himself for wanting it, but he couldn't help it.  He was a big softy through and through, and in the end he really just wanted to settle down.   And while he'd never been with anyone as incredible as Warrick had been, he couldn't help but wonder if it was something he should let go of before he ended up making an ass out of himself.   Because there was no way he'd be getting the real deal with Warrick.  Some quickies, somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, and some incredibly rough and wild sex, certainly.   But anything more was purely wishful thinking.  And knowing, without a doubt, that he'd never be able to tell the man no wasn't helping any.

 

With his mind so focused, he never heard the footsteps behind him, and if there hadn't been a hand suddenly covering his mouth he was sure he would've screamed.  He struggled when he felt himself being pulled towards the alley that ran behind the lab, and it wasn't until he heard the familiar voice whisper in his ear, "You're mine now..." that he felt himself relax, though he continued to struggle against the powerful arms holding onto him.

 

He smirked a bit beneath the hand covering his mouth when he saw that the two dumpsters that were normally pushed together had been pushed apart.   By the time Warrick had let him go, and pushed him towards the wall, while gruffly ordering him to strip, he was already hard, and completely desperate for more.   He shed his clothes quickly, not paying attention to what Warrick was doing.  There was a definite rush the moment he'd finished, and just the feeling of being so out in the open in nothing but skin had him aching for far more.

 

When Warrick told him to put his cap and boots back on he quickly obliged, all too eager to do anything the other man asked of him if it meant taking things further.

 

Seconds later he felt Warrick's hands on his shoulders, and before he could even try to resist he was down on his knees.  The sky was just beginning to get lighter and it wouldn't be too long before the sun finally rose, and daylight took over.  But, at the moment it was still too dark to see much of Warrick, though he could see the brilliant green eyes all too clearly, and it was all he could do to not see the throbbing cock that was jutting out from Warrick's now open fly.

 

"If you want this- you're gonna have prep yourself and me... think you can handle that?"

 

Nick moaned, but he cut it off himself as he immediately thrust one of his fingers into his mouth.   Impatient, and desperately wanting more almost had his finger out of his mouth in seconds, but knowing that Warrick's eyes were on him made him drag it out as long as he could without losing his mind.

 

He made it for a good amount of time, just long enough to get a low growl from Warrick before the growl turned into a moan.   And then Nick had his finger free from his mouth.  As soon as he took Warrick's cock into his mouth he thrust his finger into his own ass, and began to lose all sense of control.

 

It was impossible for him to know how he was managing to both suck Warrick and finger himself, but he was doing his best, and based on the reaction he was getting it was more than enough.   After a few minutes he finally pulled back, simultaneously pulling his hand free, and proceeding to cover more fingers with his saliva while giving Warrick something of a reprieve, so that this could actually last.

 

The second time around was far harder for Nick to focus on.  He could barely remember to keep sliding his fingers in and out, while scissoring them gently to help ready himself for the grand finale.   It was all he could do to keep sucking and licking Warrick's throbbing cock, and he figured he'd be going insane soon.

 

He couldn't help the moan that escaped from his open lips when Warrick's arms hooked under his, and pulled him back up to his feet.   Nick barely had time to free his hand before he was roughly spun around.

With his arms bracing his body against the brick wall, he couldn't stop the cry when he felt Warrick slide into him with one quick thrust.   His own dick bobbed up and down with each thrust of Warrick's body, and he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming at the pure waves of bliss and ecstasy that were coursing through his whole body.

 

That didn't help stop the uncontrollable moans that kept breaking free, and he could feel his muscles tightening as he thrust his body back each time he felt Warrick begin to move forward.

 

As soon as he felt Warrick's hand firmly grasp onto his cock he knew they were both close.  He held on as long as he could, but it didn't take long for the hard, rigorous thrusts to bring them both to completion.

 

He could feel his lip bursting as he bit down harder to hold back the scream when he finally came, and then it was over.   His body slumped forward the second he felt Warrick pull free, and he could feel the bricks cool against his overheated chest.  A brief sense of familiarity overcame him when he felt Warrick's hand once more wiping his own cum onto his face, and he couldn't help but lick greedily at it.

 

And once more, by the time he had gathered enough strength to turn around, Warrick was gone.

 

With a slightly disappointed groan he bent down to pick up his boxer briefs so that he could use them to clean his face and to wipe what he could of Warrick's cum from his ass before having to drive home.   Except when he swiped for the discarded piece of clothing his hands met nothing but air.  Confusion settled in, and it took him a moment to realize that his clothes weren't there.

 

His mind immediately went into overdrive, and he quickly ducked down, making sure the dumpsters completely hid his body from either end of the alley.   At the same time he was wondering how exactly he was supposed to get out of there and to his truck in one piece, and more importantly, without a single soul spotting him.

 

The sun was already much higher in the sky than it had been, and he wasn't about to go out in nothing but his skin in broad daylight.   He was just about to start swearing when his eyes went wide at the sight of a car pulling to a stop right in front of him.

 

His jaw was hanging open, and he couldn't even think to cover himself as the driver's side window lowered.   The second he saw Warrick's grinning face staring back at him he shot the best glare he could muster in his embarrassment.  Not that it phased Warrick in the slightest.

"Hey, I'm Warrick.  You look like you could use a lift.  Get in."

 

There was a far too friendly sound in that voice, and while Nick was immensely relieved that he hadn't been completely hung out to dry, he couldn't help but mutter the word asshole under his breath as he scurried into the back seat.

 

"So what's your name?"

 

Unsure of where this was going, Nick paused before finally answering, "Nick- my name is Nick."

 

"Aw, it's good to meet you.  So, I take it you're new around here?"

 

With an awkward nod Nick answered the next question a bit more quickly, "Yeah.  But the locals could use a little more common courtesy."

 

Warrick nodded as well.  "Yeah, you're probably right, but why don't I make it up to you.   How does dinner sound?"

 

Nick wasn't sure of what to say to that.  He certainly hadn't been expecting that kind of offer, not after the way their past encounters had gone.  There was an immediate surge of hope as well, and as hard as he tried to crush it; he just couldn't do it.  He wanted Warrick in every way that he could possibly imagine.

 

"That... that sounds nice."

 

There was nothing but silence for several minutes, and neither one spoke as Warrick continued to drive.   It wasn't much longer before they pulled into a quiet neighborhood, and a minute later they were parked in a small garage.  Nick shifted uncomfortably for a moment before Warrick turned around.

 

"I'll put your clothes in the wash, so they're clean when you wear them home."

 

The resounding silence was just as awkward as it had been before after Nick mumbled a quick thanks.   Before Nick knew what was happening Warrick's lips were on his, and every thought and possible misgiving was driven clear from his mind.

 

"I... I suck at this.  I'm telling you that now.  But... well, I'm not the same guy I used to be Nick.   I want this to be it, ya know?  I want to make this work between us."

 

Nick smiled warmly, before wrapping his arms around Warrick and pulling him back in for another kiss.   He pulled away briefly just long enough to whisper, "Sounds like the best plan I've heard in a long time."

 

He could feel Warrick smirk as their lips met once more, and it didn't take long for another part of his body to become far more interested in how things were playing out.   With their kisses consistently growing more needy and passionate it wasn't long before he finally managed to gasp out the words that let Warrick know he needed to lose his clothes and get into the back seat already.

 

It wasn't much longer before he felt Warrick sliding into him once more, and the wild, passionate thrusts were enough to drive them both over the brink far too quickly.   Though he didn't feel even remotely bothered by it.  Not with the promise of so much more in the future.

 

And this time around he didn't bother biting his lip, and he let out a loud cry as he came, and seconds later was followed by Warrick's own release.   Although the other man never got the chance to cry out because Warrick's dark lips were already being devoured by Nick's.

Neither moved for a long time, both content with their arms wrapped firmly around each other because neither one of them wanted to let go.   When they finally forced themselves to move, both of their minds were focused solely on the upcoming dinner, and what that would bring.

 

That, and the fact that it'd be at least another hour before Nick had any clean clothes to wear certainly didn't escape either one's attention.