Title: Addictions
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and 'Rick
Summary: Every addiction offers some type of a thrill. But when two mingle, the final choice is more about which you want more, and what offers the better thrill. (It's practically a PWP) :)
Warning: Smut! And some toys thrown into the mix... plus one deck of cards.

He really should've known that Nick wasn't about to stop at just picking him up. His hands were still trembling lightly, the feel of cards and chips between his fingers all too tangible.

"I thought you were done with this."

Warrick sighed as his eyes watched every move Nick made. It was somewhat unsettling to see just how comfortable the man seemed to be as he moved around the house, throwing his keys on the counter, and moving to settle down on one of the kitchen chairs. If anyone else had said those exact same words they would've been begging for a black eye and a bloody nose. Except that there was that underlying sincerity in his voice, and while there was a bit of an accusation there, he knew it was more out of concern than anything else.

Something he wasn't sure he'd be able to admit about anyone else.

Of course, Nick didn't exactly leave much room for questioning his motives. Warrick was pretty damn sure that the guy could get away with murder if he really wanted to.

"How long?"

He winced slightly, but he was glad that he had the best possible answer to this question.

"Since the time I called you. I just… I needed- I don't even know why anymore Nick. Hell, I never knew why."

"I want to help, 'Rick, you just gotta let me know how."

"If I knew I wouldn't have a fucking problem now would I?"

Nick sighed, and nodded slightly, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. "Let's play."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I know you've got a deck of cards around here, so let's play some poker."

"Why? So I can take all your money?"

Nick laughed and shook his head, "We're not playing for money."

Warrick quirked an eyebrow at his friend, as if that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard, "Then what's the point of playing?"

"It's the thrill of it all, bro." There was something a little mischievous about the smile on Nick's face, and it almost made Warrick a bit nervous. Almost. But he wasn't about to let the guy get away with that.

"What thrill?" He figured that even the deaf would have a hard time missing out on his sarcasm, "I mean, even if we play for candy like you're probably wanting to, it's not the same. Besides, I don't have much in the way of food here."

"That's why we're playing for clothes." Nick shook his head again when Warrick gave a snort of disbelief, "I'm serious, man. You'll be just as motivated to win as you would if you were playing for money, and if trying to avoid some embarrassment isn't a thrill, then I don't know what is."

Warrick furrowed his brows the moment he saw Nick's smile turn downright feral. The Texas drawl was thickened beyond anything he'd heard from the man. "Besides, by the end there'll be plenty of eye candy for the winner. And, if we play the same way as I used to with some of my buddies, the winner gets one dare."

Warrick sighed, not entirely sure he wanted to do this. It was undoubtedly close to ending up in dangerous grounds, because the last thing he wanted was to have Nick naked in his house. Holding back would just be too damn hard. Especially when he thought about how many things he could dare Nick to do.

Then, on the other hand he couldn't just let Nick win either. He'd be damned if he'd let himself get embarrassed by one of the things he excelled at, plus he knew that there'd be no subtle way of just letting Nick win. The image of Nick giving him a disappointed look, or even worse the image of Nick looking like he'd just failed miserably.

"Fine. But don't come crying to me when I keep your clothes."

At least his own voice sounded just as cool and suave as ever, or he hoped it did. The whole thing seemed awfully surreal, and he wasn't sure what to think when the cards were finally on the table. He'd heard stories about people playing, but he'd never once imagined that he, Warrick Brown, a full grown adult, would be playing strip poker.

Except that the second he saw Nick's shirt land dead center on the table he was all too aware of the fact that this was real. He hadn't even remembered winning the hand, but the cards were already being dealt once more. It was all he could do to focus his attention on his hand. Although he was comforted slightly, because no one could possibly blame him for letting those perfectly toned muscles, topped off with those nipples that were just screaming for Warrick to start sucking and teething them without mercy, distract him.

Apparently his attention wasn't focused quite enough, because a few minutes later and he was also bare-chested, and barefoot, while Nick was sitting across from him, gloating about the growing pile of clothes between them. That proved to be just the motivation he needed at the moment, and he couldn't help but get caught up by the mere desire to win.

It was too late to turn back now, and he wasn't about to lose.

Warrick smiled in satisfaction as Nick bent over to untie his work boots. The irate grumbling sounded suspiciously forced, but he could care less. At the moment he was too busy watching the man place the boots between them.

The next round was even more intense, as it led up to a final bet where whoever lost would be losing not only their socks, but their pants as well. Warrick was slightly nervous, seeing as he was bluffing with nothing more than a pair of jacks. But the moment he laid his cards down and saw the fleeting look of frustration on Nick's face he knew he'd won. It was even more satisfying to see that Nick's straight had need only one card, and of the two possibilities, Warrick had them both.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen Nick take off his pants, but it was hard to focus on anything else. His own cock had taken interest a long time ago, but the sight of Nick's reddened face, the embarrassed look in those eyes, and the way he shimmied out of the pants, and resignedly set them on the table sent blood rushing at full speed to his cock.

There wasn't a single thought in his mind of any casino, let alone gambling. All he could think about was just how close he was to winning. In just one more hand it was possible that Nick could be sitting there, waiting to perform whatever dare that Warrick could come up with.

That train of thought cost him the next hand though, and he had to focus every ounce of control possible not to jump Nick right then and there. He tossed his socks halfheartedly on top of Nick's jeans, and it was right when he was leaning over the table to do so that he found his eyes going wide, and his cock suddenly throbbing.

All doubts about what Nick would think of his undeniable attraction were obliterated, because there was no denying the massive tent in Nick's boxer briefs. Fighting the urge to rip the fabric right of the Texan's body he focused his attention on the cards he was holding. He wasn't going to blow this now. Not when he was so close to victory.

Evidently luck was on his side tonight, because he'd somehow managed to come up with a royal flush, leaving Nick stuck with nothing more than a pair of fours. He couldn't remember ever smiling so wide as he was the moment Nick stood up from the chair, a look of surrender and embarrassment on his face that was beyond endearing. The whole thing was nearly too much for him at the moment, and he couldn't help but wave his hands, motioning for Nick to pick up the pace. If it had been physically possible he would've told the man to do so out loud, but he was far too eager to see the grand prize for winning this little game.

And then seconds later the pair of boxer briefs landed right in front of him; his fingers immediately grabbing onto them and running along the soft fabric.

"I guess you were right, man, that is some nice eye candy."

Nick looked down at the floor, before cupping his hands over his erection. "Alright, alright, just tell me what I gotta do."

"Aw, Nicky- I'd tell ya not to get your panties in a bunch, but you probably wouldn't even mind wearing a pair of them right about now." It was more than entertaining to torture Nick; he just wished that he already had a dare in mind. It wasn't until he really noted that the man's hands were covering his cock that he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

"Here's the deal, Nicky, my boy- you do whatever I tell you to do for the next hour, and then you can be a free man again. But I do mean anything, Nick- and if you don't, well, there'll be plenty of people back at the lab who'd love to hear about this."

Nick nodded ever so slightly, eyes suddenly watching every move that Warrick made. The sheer intensity of those eyes on him was almost too much, and he couldn't help but start moving in closer to Nick.

"Don't move, and keep quiet." It was all he could do to keep himself from literally running into his room, a plan already formulating in his mind. His mean streak was definitely setting in, and he knew that what he was about to do was downright cruel. But, the way he figured it, Nick had pretty much been asking for it.

The moment he reached his bedroom door he gave up all pretenses and he jumped up onto the bed, rolling right over it to reach his nightstand. His hands rummaged violently, throwing half the contents out all over the floor before his fingers closed around the few items that he wanted.

Seconds later e was already on his way back out to where Nick was waiting. He could see the tension in Nick's muscles, and he couldn't help but wonder how hard it had been for the man to stay still. If it had been him he was sure it'd have been the hardest thing he'd ever done.

Steeling himself for the worst he gently placed his free hand on the back of Nick's neck, he could feel beads of sweat beneath his hand, the skin was already hot to the touch. He let his fingers trail along Nick's spine, delighting in the shivers it sent coursing through the other man's body. Neither one said a word as he withdrew his hand, biting his lip to keep control.

"Put you hands behind your head." Warrick growled quietly into the Texan's ear, and he watched in satisfaction when Nick didn't even hesitate to comply.

It was too bad that he hadn't gotten the chance to place the warm metal in his hand in his freezer. But even as he quickly secured the ring around the base of Nick's cock the thought was already forgotten. Besides, the heat radiating off Nick's body combined with the extremely hot temperatures would've made it more of a waste of time than anything else. When he noticed the hitch in Nick's breathing he knew that it'd been more than worth it.

His next move proved to be more difficult, because there wasn't any way to do it without a bit of preparation first. Holding in a sigh, Warrick quickly picked up the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. With a deep breath he quickly thrust two of his fingers right into Nick's body; when his eyes traveled up to see Nick's face he couldn't hold back a loud moan.

The sight of Nick's mouth hanging open, the way the man was gasping for breath, and trying desperately to keep what little sense of control was almost enough to make Warrick come on the spot. From there he quickly thrust his fingers in and out, doing his best to loosen Nick just enough for the next part of his plan.

"You want me, don't you Nicky? You want me to take you right here, don't you? Nice and hard, right?"

Nick moaned, before nodding his head rapidly, barely gasping out a quiet, "Oh hell yeah…"

Warrick smirked, knowing that he was about to do one of the cruelest things he'd ever done in his entire life. Pulling his fingers free he blew gently on Nick's neck. The plastic was also warm in his fingers, and he was glad that he'd had the foresight to pour lube onto the thick butt plug as he thrust it hard and deep into Nick.

Nick's sudden jerk, and the cry of protest was cut off by Warrick's hand firmly covering his mouth.

After a few moments of standing there, neither one moving, Warrick finally stepped back, leading Nick to the nearest wall. "Brace yourself."

Nick complied instantly, his trembling hands pressing hard against the smooth plaster.

However, instead of giving in, Warrick lowered himself to his knees. Sliding around Nick's body, he quickly ducked his head down, taking the throbbing cock into his mouth as far as he could. Knowing that Nick's release had been seriously impaired by the cock ring only made everything that much more intense. It wasn't until their eyes met that he finally lost control.

Pulling back once more he moved to stand while pushing Nick down onto his knees. It was hard enough to keep himself from ramming his own aching cock down Nick's throat, but he managed, mostly because of the fact that the Texan wasted absolutely no time in covering his cock with saliva.

Knowing he was about to lose it, he quickly pulled Nick back up, and pushed him back against the wall, so they were in the same position that they had been in before. Except this time his fingers were fumbling to pull the butt plug free. The second it was out of his way, he had rammed himself into Nick's tight heat.

His arm wrapped around Nick, taking firm hold of the now leaking cock, and pumping it in his tightened fist in rhythm to his quickening thrusts. He was surprised that he lasted as long as he did, his erratic thrusts pushing them both to the edge. The moment he felt the heat building up inside his cock, and his balls constricting even closer to his body, he managed to undo the clasp of the cock ring, and groaned when he heard it hit the ground at the moment they both came.

He had no idea how they'd ever made it to his bedroom, but when his eyes wearily opened there was absolutely no denying the presence of Nick's warm, smooth body pressed tightly against his chest. It wasn't until he saw the poker chip next to his clock that he remembered what had started all of this, and he was actually surprised that he didn't feel even the slightest desire to go to a casino anytime soon.

At the moment, he just wanted to hold Nick even closer to him, and he sincerely hoped that this addiction would be one that they could both enjoy for a long time. Even for the rest of his life, although he wasn't ready to admit it.

And the smile plastered on Nick's face in his sleep, the most adorable thing he'd ever seen in his life, gave him the feeling that they both wanted the same thing.

The End