Title: Dancing Part 2
Author: Shanyle
Rating: NC-17 here, not too graphic
Summary: Nick goes to his homosexual friend's bachelor party... nice dancer... Now for the aftermath
Pairing: Nick/OMC implied and Warrick/Nick mentioned
Warnings: None really, unless you hate slash, in which case, why are you here?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they would all wear collars and that's pretty much it.
Author's Note: I had this planned (originally) to be Gil/Nick later... I've changed my mind... Warrick/Nick, my first time ever!
Archive: Take it, let me know so I can visit
Previous Chapter can be found here: http://chance.slashcity.net/dancing.html

Special thanks goes out to Tenth Muse!! Nancy, if it wasn't for you, this fic wouldn't be posted right now and it wouldn't have turned out the way its going to. Thanks for expanding my horizons.

Nick walked into the locker room after his short vacation starring as a best man at his friend's wedding. There had been a great deal of fun things going on those three days. Even though the parties and ceremonies had been a blast, Nick was still a little relieved that the hectic pace he had been working out would slow down some; as long as it wasn't fight night.

Locker now open, Nick deposited a bag of extra clothes and placed his photos from the wedding, reception, and bachelor party on the top shelf. Nick hadn't gotten a chance to see them yet.

"Hey man, how was the wedding?" Warrick was behind him now, curving the corner to go to his locker. "Hello, what are these?" Before Nick could even speak, Warrick had one of the envelopes in his hand and was pulling out the Kodak sheets. "What the hell man, what are you doing in a skirt?"

Nick had told everyone that he was going to a wedding and that the groom was gay and not legally getting married, but having a party anyhow, but Nick hadn't told anyone that it was going to be done in his friend's husband-to-be, traditional fashion.

"It's not a skirt, it's a kilt." Nick forced himself not to be defensive.

"A kilt?" Warrick looked up at Nick with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, a kilt." Nick sighed trying to stave off any further discussion.

"Sure looks like a skirt." Warrick was obviously trying to suppress a grin.

"What looks like a skirt?" Sara was coming around the corner now heading to look at what Warrick was looking at. "Oh." Sara's face was tight with restrained laughter and Nick found himself sighing again.

"It's not that funny, it's just a-"

"Dress? Skirt, blouse combination?" Warrick was laughing now and Sara was giggling as well. Nick had never seen Sara giggled and it would have been nice if it hadn't been him that she was giggling at.

"Oh, ha ha. You guys are a riot. Just give them back so we can go to work."

Nick made a reach for the pictures, but on an impulse, Warrick hid them behind his back, quickly and slyly pocketing the picture for himself, glad he had noticed there were doubles. Nick was smiling at him with great sarcastic amusement before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aren't you going to ask nicely?" Or press that body against mine trying to get at them? Nope, not the time right now for naughty Nicky thoughts; that was saved for days at home in the shower.

"Please." Nick's smile was sickly sweet and clearly fake. Warrick just grinned and handed them over, knowing that the blackmail material was tucked away in his back pocket. Waiting until Nick's back was completely turned; he put the picture further into his pocket and pulled his shirt down over it, effectively concealing it. Looking over at Sara, he winked conspiratorially as she grinned with malicious glee.

*~*~*

They were all gathered in Grissom's office as assignments were handed out, Warrick and Nick was placed on a DB with Grissom, Catherine and Sara were working on a robbery wait out near the desert.

Sara's lips quirked into a grin before looking up at Grissom. "But Gris," Sara's eyes shifted over to where Nick sat. "That's all the way out on the out*skirts* of town." A burst of air through his nose escaped Warrick before he could contain himself.

Nick glared at the two CSIs. Grissom was confused about the exchange, but chose to ignore the comment and ordered everyone to get going.

*~*~*

It was several hours later when Warrick entered Greg's lab with evidence galore to work on and about two minutes after that when Warrick remembered what was in his pocket. "Hey Greg," Warrick pulled the picture out. "Did you know Nick had legs like these?" Greg looked a little baffled before taking the picture and grinning.

"Nice skirt." Warrick could see all the devious plans form behind the lab techs eyes before an expression of near pain appeared and Greg winced. "Oh, how I would like to cause trouble with this, but the last time I posted anything about Nick, he almost popped my head off my shoulder with his hands. no, I think you should put this back before he finds out." Warrick pondered this a bit, wondering why he had thought to take it in the first place. Ok, so it was funny and Nick's legs did look really good, but had he planned on doing anything other than carry the thing around in his back pocket? Feeling slightly stupid, but not letting it show Warrick began to nod his agreement.

"Yeah I guess. Maybe I'll do that now while Nick's still out in the field."

"Yeah, go do that, unless you're not really attached to your shoulders." Greg smirked as he remembered the Crime Stopper poster and how Nick had squeezed his shoulder as he told him not to do something like that again; it hadn't been painful to the point of fearing Nick, but it had been a pointed twinge. Warrick nodded again and headed out of the lab.

*~*~*

Warrick knew Nick's combination for his lock simply because he had retrieved stuff from it for Nick before, just like Nick did for him. Sometimes only one of them had the time or the ability to go rummaging around for stuff at one time. Warrick opened the locker and found the envelopes on the top shelf. Warrick grabbed one and pulled it down, but the lip of one packet was caught on the other; the other package of pictures came tumbling down, sending pictures scattering on the floor.

"Shit." Warrick bent down and started piling the pictures together when one caught his eye. Picking it up, Warrick began to take a closer look. The picture was of Nick with a scantly clad man; while that image alone is not what caught Warrick's eyes, it was the position they were in.

Nick and the other man were dancing it seemed, Nick bent at the knees, down quite low, face just shy of being in front of the man's crotch. The man had his hands on Nick's shoulders and Nick's hands were on the part where the thigh meets the ass. The two men were looking at each other, almost smiling and sexual tension radiated between them.

Warrick felt his stomach muscles contract and his cock begin to harden. Another picture was near where that one had been lying and it was similar, only this time Nick was standing with his back pressed against the other man, head tilted back and his eyes closed. The other man's head was bent, lips almost touching, or were touching, Nick's neck and his hands were up Nick's shirt. Warrick had difficulty swallowing and even breathing, now that all his blood was moving to places that shouldn't be so attentive while at work. Shaking himself out of his stupor, Warrick shut his mouth and piled up the pictures. Warrick sincerely hoped that he hadn't drooled all over himself as he stood on somewhat shaky legs. His rapid, jerky movements were hard to control as Warrick put the envelopes back on the shelf and closed the locker. Images of Nick naked and sweating in those exact positions but with him were bombarding his brain, making it hard to think of anything else. He tried to picture grotesque things, like the body they found in a barrel once and other disgusting things. Finally able to walk without having to be careful, Warrick strolled out of the locker room, his, uh. head no longer held so high. It wasn't until Warrick was halfway down the hallway outside of the locker room when he realized he still hadn't put the picture back. Probably best he hadn't, seeing as the picture was crumpled from being in his back pocket for so long.

*~*~*

The rest of the shift seemed to go on forever, with Warrick working with Nick for most of that time. It wasn't bad enough that Warrick was constantly picturing Nick grinding with him in various places in different states of undress. Warrick was stuck imaging that mouth with dimples and cheekbones stretched over certain areas. nope, Nick had to go and make it worse by bending over frequently throughout the investigation and that had led to a whole other mountain of mental images; this had caused Warrick to untuck his shirt and use it as cover early on.

Now though, Warrick was within the safe haven of his home, rock hard and exhausted from fighting it. With effort, Warrick made his way to his bathroom and turned on the shower before stripping down and immersing himself in warm water and a fantasy.

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Warrick made his way through the club, the throbbing rhythm vibrating through his chest almost tickling it and stealing his breath. The tall man changed his course suddenly as a writhing body caught his attention. The brunette's eyes were closed and his arms were held over his head. The man's body seemed to invoke the pulsing beat and pull it into him, becoming the music himself. Warrick was pulled to the man, his body never giving his mind the chance to choose.

Warrick found himself pressing his front to the other man's back, gyrating with him. They danced like that for the rest of the song, the beat changing, their cue as they deserted the dance floor. The man was walking backwards, fingers hooked into Warrick's belt loops as he led them to a couch placed against one of the walls of the club. The man pulled Warrick close to him and brought his lips to his ear. A tongue snaked out and traced the outer part of his ear before a husky voice with a slight accent whispered. "I'm Nick."

His own voice was hoarse as he answered. "Warrick."

Nick grinned up at him as he pulled back and gently pushed Warrick to sit on the couch. Nick straddled his thighs and his hands worked the buttons of Warrick's pants.

No other words were spoken then, their bodies were speaking clearly enough. The world around them disappeared as warm, sweat- slicked hands grasped Warrick's cock and began stroking. Hips arched into hips and their bodies rocked together. Lips met lips in hot, hungry ardour until a whimper escaped Nick's throat and his hip nudged a little more forcefully.

Taking the hint, Warrick's hands slid from shoulders to hips where they moved to undo the pants of the other man. All the while, Warrick's lips created fire underneath Nick's skin as they travelled his neck. Together, they stoked one another in one grip, moving without thought of the hoards of people around them.

Their rhythm grew more fevered and Warrick was grunting. Nick broke their kiss with a gasp, his back bowed almost painfully and his head fell back as he panted and moaned. Warrick's mouth attached itself to Nick's neck, nibbling, sucking and doing everything he could to mark this man, take him as his own. Nick's hand twitched and twined into Warrick's hair while the other one tightened its grip on their dicks. It wasn't long after that, that they were coming together, crying out in pure passion.

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Warrick shuddered and cleaned himself under the cooling spray. This was not helping his infatuation with Nick any. If it hadn't been for the man in the picture looking rather comfortable with Nick, Warrick would be thrilled with the knowledge that Nick seemed to swing both ways. However, Nick was with another man in the picture and that could mean that Nick was unavailable.

Should Warrick risk telling Nick about his feeling for him now that it was possible that Nick was bi-sexual? No, if anything Warrick should find out if the picture was anything more than Nick going along with the festivities of his gay friends.