Title: Day Off
By: lin71
Pairing: Warrick/Nick
Summary: smut, completely plotless smut.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, I really wish Warrick was, but he's not. Darn it! And since I don't won anything anyway, don't bother suing me. It would be a waste of time for the both of us.

So, this is a stand alone fic that’s in no way related to my other fic. I’m still working on it (don’t worry), but RL troubles have somewhat kicked the bunnies out of my house and I need to just get my writing into gear. No more excuses and putting things off: get on with it! *kicks self in the butt*

This is the result. As usual it’s a Warrick/Nick story, It’s un-beta’d, so if you notice a really gruesome mistake, just let me know.

Warrick felt like he had been tricked, or rather, he knew he was tricked. Because there was no way in hell anybody but that damn man with his puppy-dog eyes could have gotten him to drive an hour out of the city to hike up some mountain trail in the blazing heat. Not when he had a perfectly air-conditioned apartment at his disposal with a fridge full of food and drinks and a king-size bed nearby to get them all the exercise he wanted.

But Nick had gotten it into his head that a day off meant doing something else than hanging around the house. Now Warrick had never been one for physical activities that involved something other than sex, but one long look from beneath those long dark lashes and he was done for.
 
So here he was, sweating bullets and hiking up some trail and trying not to fall behind to far. The trail was rough and he had to keep his eyes on the ground for most of the time. Which was a good thing, because the sight of Nick’s ass in an old pair of jeans a few yards in front of him (Warrick had flat out told him he didn’t want to be seen outside with someone wearing sportswear, not even on a deserted mountain trail) was way to distracting and he really could do without the hard on that kept messing with his concentration.
 
But dammit the look of his man in a tight shirt and old jeans was practically lethal as it was, let alone if he started sweating. That made his shirt cling to him like a second skin, showing details of all muscles on his back, making sure that Warrick remembered just how good those muscles felt under his hands when he had Nick naked in his arms.

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of those images and because he wasn’t looking where he was going, he bumped into Nick, almost knocking him to the ground.
 
‘Hey, watch it!’ Nick said, a little louder than he meant to.
 
‘Give a guy a warning that you’re gonna stop, will ya?’ Warrick answered, sounding annoyed. ‘I’ve nearly broken my neck 10 times on this road to hell because I wasn’t watching where I was going and I can’t look at the path and in front of me at the same time. What are ya stopping for anyway?’
 
Nick took a step aside. ‘Look.’
 
Warrick gazed in the distance and he hardly could keep his jaw from dropping. The colors of the mountains in front of them were amazing; white, red and orange sandstone and further away the deep green of the Virgin Mountains.
 
‘Beautiful, ain’t it?’ Nick murmured.
 
Warrick only nodded, while he came up behind Nick, wrapped his arms around him and rested his chin on Nick’s shoulder.
 
‘That’s why I got you out of bed at that unholy hour and that’s why you had to walk the road to hell with me. Because no matter how many pictures I’d take, you’d never see the true beauty of this place until you have stood here.’
 
Nick turned his head a little and smirked. ‘Of course it isn’t as pretty as the neon signs on the Strip at night, but for a daytime activity I thought this would do.’
 
Warrick swallowed. ‘Nicky, this is awesome!’
 
Nick let his head fall back on Warrick’s shoulder. ‘Yeah, I know. You didn’t think I’d hike up this mountain just for the fun of it, do you?’
 
He turned in Warrick’s arms, his own arms coming up around his lover’s back. ‘And if we follow this path a little longer, I know this resting place – almost like a small cave – that is completely out of sight for anybody that passes by. Wanna rest over there? Just you, me and the view?’
 
Now it was Warrick’s turn to grin. ‘Stokes, you didn’t make me walk all this way to have sex on a mountain, now did you?’
 
‘Of course not,’ Nick answered, looking as innocent as humanly possible. ‘I never said anything about sex.’
 
‘Uh-huh,’ Warrick stated, before he lowered his head and started placing kisses below Nick’s ear, following his jaw towards his mouth.’ I know you never said it, but a guy can hope, can’t he?’
 
Nick already opened his lips in anticipation, but instead of feeling Warrick’s mouth close over his, the other man started whispering in a low voice.
 
‘Because walking this trail behind you, watching you move, seeing all your muscles move under your shirt and most of all seeing your ass move in those low riding jeans, it kept getting me hard over and over again.’
 
He traced Nick’s lips with his tongue. ‘All the way to the top, I had to stop myself from just throwing you on the ground and having my way with you. Strip you right there and fuck you, not even thinking about the possibility of others seeing us.’
 
A low moan escaped Nick and Warrick closed the distance between their mouths. While his tongue claimed Nick’s mouth, he tangled one hand in Nick’s hair while the other disappeared below Nick’s waistband and grabbed hold of his ass, pulling him closer.
 
Nick was the first to pull back, gasping for air. He looked at Warrick with a look that was at least as feral as the one in Warrick’s eyes and started yanking Warrick’s shirt out of his jeans.
 
‘This what you want Rick?’ His hands slowly but firmly stroked Warrick’s abs and made their way to his chest, pulling his shirt up in the process.
 
The feeling of his damp shirt being replaced by nothing but sunlight and a breeze almost felt like another touch to his skin and the sensation caused Warrick’s nipples to harden instantly. Nick yanked the shirt over his head and started licking and sucking his way down Warrick’s neck towards his collar bone.
 
Warrick closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations and somehow Nick must have made him move because he suddenly bumped into a big piece of rock that gave him the support he started to need.
 
‘You sure about this Nicky?’ Warrick asked. ‘Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.’
 
Nick didn’t answer, instead he dropped to his knees and opened Warrick’s jeans, tugging them halfway down his thighs and making it almost impossible to move. He looked up at Warrick, while his tongue trailed in a tantalizing slow pace from Warrick’s balls to the tip of his cock.
 
He got up for a moment, mouth close to Warrick’s ear and in a drawl that was slightly thicker than usual, he whispered.
 
‘I’m not gonna take it slow Rick. The idea of you walking behind me and checking out my ass had me all hot and bothered from the start. I just need to come, and I want to taste you when I do.’
 
Warrick wanted to give some kind of smart retort, but the idea of Nick blowing him while he was jerking himself was almost enough to lose it that instant. He lowered his gaze and watched Nick open his jeans to release his erection before getting on his knees again and closing his mouth over the head of Warrick’s cock. The moment Nick closed his hand around his own cock and started moving, Warrick felt like his brain short circuited and he had to stop himself from almost mindlessly thrusting into Nick’s mouth. He braced himself against the rock and tried to keep his eyes open. He didn’t want to miss even a second of this view, that was definitely much hotter than anything he’d seen today.
 
‘Fuck, Nicky, that’s so hot,’ he groaned, just loud enough for Nick to hear him. ‘Seeing you like this, not giving a damn about anything, just needing to come. Your fist so tight around your thick cock, almost as tight as my ass would feel around you.’
 
He felt Nick moan around his erection, taking him even deeper while his hand sped up. He couldn’t believe how much this turned him on. Having his man, his lover, on his knees in front of him and so aroused he couldn’t wait any longer, he just had to get off. The idea of Nick being so horny that all his usual inhibitions had faded was enough to send him flying and he bit his lip to prevent himself from coming.

One of Warrick’s hands had found a way to Nick’s hair, as much for contact as for support, while his other hand gripped the rock behind him, knuckles turning white.
 
‘Please, Nick, don’t stop baby,’ he begged, unable to stop himself from gently thrusting into Nick’s hot wet mouth. ‘God Nicky, I’m close, so close. Just lemme see you come first baby, I need to see you come.’
 
Nick was jerking in an almost frantic pace, yet he never slowed down his ministrations on Warrick’s painfully hard erection. Until he suddenly stilled for a second and came, shooting spurts of semen on his hand and against the rock behind Warrick, a low moan reverberating around Warrick’s cock.
Seeing Nick like that proved to be too much for Warrick and with a thrust that was harder than he had meant he came in Nick’s mouth.
 
Nick took his time licking Warrick clean, before releasing him from his mouth. He crawled towards Warrick, who was sliding down the rock he had been leaning against, and sat down next to him, while trying to close the buttons of his jeans.

Warrick leaned in and kissed Nick, faintly tasting himself on the other man’s lips.
 
‘Man, Nick, that was….beyond fantastic,’ he murmured against Nick’s lips. ‘I don’t know what it was I did that brought this on, but remind me to do it again some day.’
 
Nick chuckled. ‘I thought it best to have a back-up plan, in case you were disappointed by the hike and the view and all.’
 
He snuggled a bit closer. ‘Wanna get up and get to small cave I mentioned?’
 
‘Mmm,’ Warrick answered, ‘depends if it’s really as private as you said it is? ‘Cause I don’t think were done yet.’
 
Nick nodded, a smirk appearing on his face.
 
‘And you know the walk down is going to be hell after what I plan to do, right?’
 
Nick nodded again, getting up and taking Warrick’s hand to pull him up as well. They shared a last kiss, before Nick let his mouth trail to Warrick’s ear, and whispered: ‘It’s a good thing then I hid a bag with all necessary supplies the last time I hiked up here.’

It turned out to be only a short walk towards the place Nick had mentioned. In those ten minutes, Warrick became slightly confused with Nick’s behavior. The man had given him one of the hottest blowjobs of his life minutes ago, but now he seemed unsure and almost shy, casting glances over his shoulder every few seconds as they walked on, as if he had to remind himself that Warrick still was there.

Warrick almost snorted. Like he wanted to be somewhere else right now. The idea of them being alone in a cave on a mountain made all his primal instincts kick in instantly and he was anxious to get to wherever Nick was taking him.
 
Suddenly Nick stopped and turned around, blush on his cheeks.
 
‘We’re here,’ he stated.
 
Warrick looked in the direction Nick was pointing his finger at, and he saw a small entrance, almost invisible from the trail they had walked and probably as private as possible for an ‘outside’ location.
He grabbed Nick’s hand and wanted to walk on, but was stopped by Nick’s obvious refusal to move forward.
 
‘Something wrong?’ he asked, pulling Nick’s hand to his chest and holding it there.
 
Nick looked at him from under his lashes and while his blush deepened a little he said:
‘You have to wait a little while before you can get in. I need to get some things organized in there, I’ll holler when I’m ready, okay?’
 
The fact that Nick had no problem sucking his cock in plain sight for everybody that could have walked by, but somehow felt shy about surprising him touched Warrick more than he had imagined possible. He swallowed the lump that suddenly appeared in his throat and tried to maintain his cool.
 
‘You do what you gotta Nicky.’
 
Nick looked at him with a hint of a grin on his face, withdrew his hand from Warrick’s grip and disappeared from his view. Warrick only heard some faint sounds coming from the side Nick had gone to, and after about 10 minutes his man poked his head around the entrance of the cave.
 
‘Okay, I’m all set.’
 
Warrick resisted the urge to run towards him and walked over to the place where Nick had vanished. As soon as he entered the cave, which turned out to be a little bigger than a king size bed and about 6.5 feet high in the middle, he saw what Nick had been doing.

He had placed several candles alongside the wall of the cave and splayed a giant comforter in the middle. But even more surprising was the amount of food and – where the hell did that thing come from – a champagne cooler filled with ice and a bottle of champagne.

After quickly scanning his surroundings, his eyes came to rest on Nick. Lying on the comforter, no shirt, bare feet and the top button of his jeans already opened. Looking strong and sexy and vulnerable at the same time and his for the taking.
 
‘Baby, how did you..?’ he gestured at all the stuff around Nick.
 
Nick grinned. ‘Paid someone to carry this stuff over here so it would be here an hour ago and paid him some more to get lost after he did his job.’
 
He held out his hand for Warrick to take. ‘Wanna get over here?’
 
Still somewhat dumbfounded, Warrick took Nick’s hand and sat down next to him.
 
‘But why?’ he asked, sounding confused. And then, somewhat suspicious. ‘You’re not proposing, are you?’
 
Aware of Warrick’s resentment to marriage after the Tina-disaster from last year, Nick snorted. ‘God no, why? You pregnant?’
 
Warrick smacked him lightly on his head before he wrapped his arm around Nick’s shoulder and pulled him close.
Nick started to murmur something that Warrick couldn’t make out.
 
‘Say that again Nicky,’ he asked.
 
Nick’s blush returned, less visible in the candlelight but still there. ‘I did this because it’s 100 days since we first fell into bed together. I thought it would be nice to celebrate that.’
 
He looked at Warrick. ‘And you don’t have to count days in your head, it really is 100 days.’
 
Warrick just looked at him in awe. ‘I can’t believe you’d think of something like that.’
 
Nick shrugged. ‘Okay, I’m busted as a romantic sap. Wanna talk about that and waste precious time, or do you want to do some real celebrating?’
 
Warrick didn’t even dignify Nick with an answer, but pushed him on his back and lay down on top of him, cupping the back of his head with one hand and claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss that quickly brought back the heat they felt earlier. The moment he felt Warrick’s lips touch his’ and their tongues came into contact, Nick couldn’t do anything but hang on and let Warrick take control of his mouth, while every fiber of his body seemed to arch up towards Warrick to have as much contact as humanly possible. It skyrocketed both men’s arousal and Warrick had to fight the urge to strip Nick that instant and flip him over.

Nick had pulled his shirt out of his pants again and let his hands run over the muscles on Warrick’s back, one hand sliding in the back of his jeans to pull them even closer.

Both men got lost in the moment, when just as sudden as the kiss started, Warrick ended it and pushed himself into a sitting position, straddling Nick’s hips. Nick couldn’t prevent a disappointed moan escaping his mouth, which made Warrick chuckle.
 
‘Not so fast Nick, after all you’ve gone out of your way to set this up, and I intend to fully enjoy everything you’ve brought in here.’
 
He reached over to the cooler, snatched the bottle of champagne out of it and popped the cork.
 
‘Want a drink?’ he asked.
 
Nick nodded, pushing himself up on his elbows and opening his lips a little. Warrick held the bottle a few inches above his face and poured the cool liquid in Nick’s mouth, making sure some of it missed his mouth and dripped down his chest and stomach. When the cold drops came in contact with his skin, Nick shivered. Within seconds Warrick set the bottle down and shifted a bit so he could use his tongue to lap up every drop he spilled, his mouth hot on cool skin, his tongue tasting the champagne and Nick, dipping in his bellybutton to collect the last drops. He slowly made his way up again, licking and sucking, while Nick was squirming beneath him, ending his trail with another deep kiss.
 
‘More?’ Warrick purred close to Nick’s ear, reaching for the bottle once more.
 
‘Yeah,’ Nick sounded breathless.
 
Warrick immediately complied, pouring more champagne in Nick’s mouth and some in his own, spilling more than the previous time and letting it drip down Nick’s chest and watching it get under the waistband of his jeans. He heard Nick’s sharp intake of breath when the cold liquid touched his skin again and he took a few seconds to just look at his man. Still resting on his elbows, but his head had fallen back, eyes closed, his champagne-wet skin shining in the candlelight. Warrick pondered that had he been a more sensitive type of man, he’d probably come up with a line like Nick looked like he just come down from the Olympus where he was raised by gods or something. Truth be told, Nick did. But he wasn’t that kind of man, so he opted for something that suited him better.
 
‘Baby, you look so goddamn beautiful like this,’ he murmured, before dipping his head again to follow the champagne trail down Nick’s chest and abs. He slowly worked his way down, pouring small amounts of liquid on the piece of skin he wanted to lick seconds later. A brief glance downwards told him Nick was still hard and he could see him trying to keep himself from bucking up and getting some kind of friction.
 
He quickly disposed of his own shirt, before opening the buttons of Nick’s jeans. His lover’s cock immediately sprung free from its confinement. Warrick looked at Nick with an almost evil grin, before taking a mouthful of champagne. He slid down Nick’s body and without warning he took Nick’s cock in his mouth, holding his lips around him as tight as he could. The cool liquid slowly dripped out of Warrick’s mouth down to his balls, while Warrick’s tongue was doing wonderful things to him. It felt both hot and cold at the same time and although Nick usually wasn’t very talkative during sex, a string of curses escaped him.
 
Warrick briefly released him from his mouth.
 
‘That hot, huh?’ he smirked.
 
Nick nodded, trying to get his breath enough under control to talk.
 
‘Want some more of this?’ Warrick asked, holding the bottle between them.
 
Nick shook his head, trying to slide his somewhat soaked jeans off of his legs. Warrick pretended not to notice and sat down on Nick’s legs, trapping him and making it almost unable for him to move.

Nick shot him a look. ‘Will you move already? I want to get out of these jeans before I suffer from spontaneous combustion!’
 
Warrick grinned and released Nick, who got out of his pants in zero seconds flat. He expected Nick to lay back down, since he seemed more than ready for Warrick to fuck him senseless. What he didn’t expect was the retaliation Nick came up with. He flipped Warrick over on his back and lay down on top of him, using his strength to hold the slightly taller man down.
 
‘You think you’re the only one that can play this game?’ Nick growled, voice thick with desire. Warrick half and half expected him to bathe him with the remains of the champagne, but he wasn’t prepared for the surprise Nick had in store for him. His man had grabbed an ice cube from the cooler and began drawing circles with it on Warrick’s chest, closer and closer to his nipples that immediately hardened from both the cold and the attention. Just when Warrick thought he couldn’t take any more of this torture, Nick followed the same path with his mouth. Using lips, tongue and teeth he left a hot feeling on Warrick’s cold skin, causing Warrick to groan helplessly. The intense sensation had banished all other feelings and it seemed like his entire world had focused around Nick’s hand that was holding the ice cube and Nick’s mouth that was heating him up fast.

The cold sensation lowered down his stomach and abs and was again immediately followed by Nick’s hot ministrations. It got Warrick so hard that he was sure he wouldn’t live through it if Nick kept this up. Taking deep breaths to maintain some form of control, he flipped them both over again and landed on top of Nick.
 
‘You gotta stop that right now or I’ll come without you even touching my cock,’ he growled. ‘And there’s only one place I want to be when I come and that’s as deep inside you as I can possibly get.’
 
He looked at Nick’s eyes, pupils so dilated they almost were completely black, and pushed one leg between Nick’s, spreading them just enough to give him he access he wanted.
 
‘Got any lube hidden here too?’ he purred close to Nick’s ear, knowing full well what the hot breath on his ear did to his lover.
 
‘Uh-huh,’ Nick answered unintelligibly, making a faint gesture to a corner on his left.
Warrick scrambled over there and found the lube and condoms behind the cooler. He retrieved both items, crawled back to Nick and kneeled between his legs, stroking the inside of Nick’s thighs from his knee up to his balls but not touching them.
 
‘This what you want Nicky?’ he murmured. ‘You want me to prepare you as slowly as I can, almost driving you insane, bringing you to the edge over and over again but not letting you fall over?’
 
Nick groaned. ‘Please Rick, don’t tease. Not now. Not this time. I just want see you strip those jeans off and feel you bury yourself inside me.’
 
Warrick got to his feet and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, his cock visible after opening just one button, and when he had opened the last button he couldn’t resist stroking it a few times. He kept his eyes on Nick, who was completely focused on the movement of Warrick’s hand.
 
‘Like what you see Nicky?’ he teased, moving back to his spot between Nick’s legs, but before he knew what happened Nick had flipped him on his back again and straddled him, grinding their cocks together.
 
‘I said, don’t tease,’ Nick growled, grabbing the lube and pouring some on his own fingers and immediately pushing one inside his own ass.
 
He didn’t want to, but Warrick had to close his eyes from that view or he would have lost it on the spot. After a few moments he opened his eyes again and by that time Nick had already worked two fingers inside and was pushing down on them as hard as he could.
 
‘Jesus Nick, I hope you’re ready soon,’ he groaned, ‘cause I need to get inside you just about now.’
 
Never stopping his movements, Nick handed him the condom with his other hand. Warrick somehow managed to come up with enough coordination to put it on and fetch to lube to coat himself. As soon as he removed his hand, Nick changed his position and impaled himself on his erection.
Because Nick had taken less time to prepare himself than Warrick usually did, he felt tighter than ever before.
 
‘You okay baby?’ he managed to get out, praying to every god he’d heard of that the answer would be ‘yes’.
 
‘In heaven Rick,’ Nick answered. Putting his hands on Warrick’s chest for leverage, he started moving up and down, changing the angle slightly each time until he found the right one. His head fell back and a low moan escaped him.

Warrick put his feet flat on the ground and gripped his man’s hips, hard. Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered how it came that Nick could give up control over his body and mind so easily, let himself go so intensely, while he himself needed to feel some form of control until he came, but all thoughts faded after that and were replaced by mind numbing pleasure. He drove himself in that tight velvety heat over and over again, reveling in the sounds his lover was making, the feel of Nick’s hand, using his chest for leverage and the view of Nick other hand, stroking himself in the same rhythm Warrick was fucking him in.
 
‘Rick,’ Nick panted, ‘come on babe, let go. I’m so close baby and I want to feel you come deep inside me.’
 
Warrick sped up the pace a bit and replaced the hand around Nick’s cock with his own, stroking it fast and hard. A few strokes was all it took for Nick. He came with a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry and fell forward on Warrick’s chest. Warrick gripped his hips hard and thrust one, two more times before his orgasm hit him with force.
 
They lay there for some time, too lax to move even a tiny muscle and both reluctant to lose contact. Finally Warrick managed to come up with enough strength to roll them over to their sides and pull out gently. Nick couldn’t hide the flash of pain that showed in his eyes.
 
‘Fuck, Nicky, I told you to take it easy,’ Warrick muttered, quickly disposing of the condom. He lay back down, stroking Nick’s hair and placing kisses all over his face.
 
Nick just snuggled closer. ‘I know. But this is what I wanted, so I’ll take a little pain afterwards.’
He shrugged a little. ‘And besides, I don’t have to walk immediately. I’ve got food, drinks, a comforter and the man of my dreams all within reach. I’m good.’
 
Warrick tightened his arms around him. ‘Damn straight you are.’