Title: Dry Spell
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick & Warrick
Summary: Some people are born devious, and when it comes to Greg Sanders, few can see his revenge coming. Luckily, deep down, the guy does know how to take pity...
Warning: Smut- pretty much a pure PWP with an embarrassed, horny, and nekkid Nicky... plus some voyeurism...
A/N: I just played a prank on a friend of mine (that involved nothing more than water balloons) and it inspired me to write some stories in which Nick is the victim of a prank/joke/revenge and ends up naked, before getting some hott action... So if anyone has ideas for pranks then I'm all ears!

Two weeks, thirteen hours, forty-seven minutes, and too many more seconds than he wanted to count, since he'd last had any time alone with Warrick.

And that was just way too long for any human being to be able to stand when it came to Warrick.

Nick sighed, trying his best to stay focused on the evidence laid out in front of him. Except when there were images of Warrick in nothing but skin, rubbing their bodies together, those lips seeking hold of any skin that happened to be within reach, and the most intense feeling he'd ever lived to experience that went coursing through his entire body when- That's when he had to bite his lip, willing himself not to imagine what would inevitably happen next.

Instead he shifted, willing his hard on to cool down as he stared intently at the pictures in front of him. But images like those of Warrick taking him without mercy were hard to ignore, let alone fight off, and that wasn't even putting their current dry spell into the equation.

As a result he'd been cranky for quite some time, going so far as to snap at several lab techs, and even take several of Greg's most annoying CDs that he'd insisted on playing- repeatedly.

Knowing there wasn't much chance that he'd get anywhere with the evidence he quickly locked it up, being careful to follow every procedure to the key.

From there it was a straight shot to the locker room, because there was no way that his current predicament was going to solve itself.

That's when he saw it. Curiosity was one hell of a powerful force to come between him and an extremely pressing need for release. Only the moment he read the note he was off in a flash, not giving a damn about anything else. Because if Warrick had time for a little rendezvous in one of the barely used bathrooms who was he to say no?

The second he was in the door his shirt was off, and he wasted no time kicking off his shoes and socks before setting to work on his pants. Logic flew completely out the window the second his boxers hit the floor and he stepped out of them. After an excruciatingly long minute passed he started to wonder just where Warrick was.

When he heard the doorknob twist he grinned wildly, turning around just in time to be blinded by an unbelievably bright light. Just as quickly as it had happened the light was cut off by the door closing once more. Only as he looked around it took a few moments to register the lack of clothes that he'd left haphazardly strewn on the floor. Suddenly unsure of what to do he looked around, trying to find something that might help cover himself.

Except that everything from the paper towels, to the toilet paper, to the carton of soap in the dispenser was gone. Before he could do anything the door flew open again, and this time he managed to catch a glimpse of the spotlight across the hall. A second later and his attention was drawn towards the man standing in the doorway holding up a digital camera.

There was another series of bright flashes before Nick even thought to cover his erection, wishing that he hadn't been hard, because the use of one hand would be sufficient to strangle Greg Sanders. Except that both hands were already busy covering himself, and by the time he managed to try and even retaliate Greg had already slipped back into the hallway.

It took a bit of odd maneuvering, but he finally managed to stick his head out the door without revealing any of his body, just in time to see Greg stuffing his clothes in a garbage bag and racing down the hall.

Not knowing what to do he stepped back, closing the door firmly behind him. His raging cock was temporarily forgotten as he tried to plot a way to get out of the restroom and to the locker room with no one seeing him. Except from his current position there was no way of avoiding a heavily trafficked hallway.

Knowing he was at Greg's complete mercy didn't sit well with him in the slightest, and he swore if a single one of those pictures left that camera he was going to kill the man.

And there wasn't even the slightest chance that anyone would find the body when he was done.

That was, of course, if there was even a body left to be found.

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There wasn't a thing in the world that could wipe the smile off his face. His eyes quickly scanned through the pictures he managed to get. And damn if the look of pure shock on nick's face wasn't priceless. Although he had to admit that he was having problems keeping his eyes off the bottom half of the photo.

An hour later and he was still hard, despite the fact that he'd managed to find release twice without anyone noticing. He quickly scanned through the photos once more, zooming in at various areas. A few more strokes was all it took, and he sighed with contentment. Looking up at the clock he smiled widely once more before reaching under his desk for the bag of Nick's clothes. Figuring that nick had finally suffered more than enough for stealing his CDs, he began to head towards the restroom he'd left Nick in.

While he had to admit that he'd have preferred it if Nick had streaked through the lab, he knew that the man was too modest to even truly consider it.

The moment he saw Warrick heading for the restroom though he knew exactly what he should do. Because as great as his prank was; it had been incredibly harsh. Of course he'd only meant to leave Nick in there long enough for him to hide his camera and maybe start running a test or two, but with those pictures it just wasn't possible to stay focused.

"Hey Warrick!"

"Just a sec man- I really gotta go."

"No- wait. You gotta use the restroom down by the garage."

"What? Greg- would you..." He stopped when Greg threw himself against the door, blocking his path. "Move your ass Sanders, I'm not in the mood."

"Just trust me, alright?"

He smiled again when Warrick swore and took off down the hall. At least Nick wouldn't be quite so brutal when considering how to extract his revenge.

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This time around he was a little more prepared when he saw the doorknob start to turn. He was instantly off his feet, ducking into the single stall, and securing the lock just as the door swung open. Not wanting to embarrass himself any further he waited until he heard the man unzipping his fly before he carefully peaked over the top of the stall to see who it was.

"Damn fuckin' Sanders..."

Nick nearly collapsed at the sound of Warrick's voice. It didn't take more than a few seconds for him to be hard once more, and all embarrassment and anger flew right out the window. He carefully eased the stall door open, glancing around the edge of the metal partition at Warrick's back. Without making a sound he padded across the cold tile floor.

The way Warrick nearly screamed when his hand closed around Warrick's flaccid cock made him chuckle. "God you're incredible..." he whispered huskily into the man's ear, pressing his body flush against Warrick's back.

He moaned loudly when Nick's hand started to slowly stroke him as he emptied his bladder into the urinal. With each passing moment his cock was growing harder, and Nick somehow managed to keep simultaneously strengthening his grip. When he felt the erection dry humping his ass he had to place both hands flat against the wall to keep them from shaking.

Willing his body to hurry up he let out another moan when nick started whispering into his ear.

"I want you- right here- right now... God I need you so much- need you in me."

He moaned again, delighting in the sensations Nick was sending through his body in excruciating waves. The second he was finished, he whipped around, not even bothering to question why Nick was alone in the bathroom, let alone completely naked. It was ridiculous to think that there was anything else he could possibly focus on beyond the fact that he wanted Nick.

Now.

He didn't waste any time shoving his pants the rest of the way down, and he was suddenly grateful he hadn't even buttoned half of his shirt. Which made Nick's job far easier. Not bothering to kick off his pants he quickly pushed Nick backwards, awkwardly doing his best to maintain his balance as he followed.

Before Nick could say anything else their mouths were latched onto each other's, both trying to take control as their tongues joined in. Nick startled a bit when he felt Warrick grab his legs, lifting him up so the he was partially sitting on the sink with his legs wrapped tightly around Warrick's waist. When he felt a finger find its way inside of him he groaned, wishing that the man would just give in and take him, and to hell with the consequences.

He didn't have to wait long before he the finger pulled back, and was replaced by Warrick's thick, solid cock. Another loud moan echoed in the room, neither one sure which of them had been the course of it. Nick briefly paused, wondering silently when Warrick had managed to coat his throbbing heat with saliva.

But when he hit that one sweet spot on the first stroke all thoughts fled from his mind. His sole attention was on Warrick's every move, and with each thrust he felt another burst of pure pleasure course through him. He tried to move his hands, but Warrick had them firmly clasped against the wall over their heads. His own need for release was nearly unbearable. Quickly sensing the man's dilemma Warrick leaned forward, his abs applying the necessary pressure on Nick's cock while allowing him to thrust even deeper.

Both were reduced to uncontrolled cries of ecstasy as Warrick quickened his pace. It took all of the coordination he had to keep from toppling over, and to still thrust rapidly into Nick with his pants still tangled around his ankles.

And after two weeks, fourteen hours, and fifty-nine minutes, they finally came together. Both collapsing against each other, and just barely managing to keep the other from falling to the floor.

The moment was only broken when they heard the quiet moan off to their side, and both their heads immediately snapped up just in time to see Greg putting his camera away and racing for the door.

And there was absolutely no doubt in either of their minds that Greg Sanders was a dead man.