Title: I Can Handle Anything
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating: FRAO
Category: PWP
Summary: Sequel to Handle It. Slightly more of a plot than the last one.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.

Jim hurried home as fast as he could, after wrapping up at the station. He had a date with destiny. One, he wasn't about too miss. All his dreams were about to come true. The man of his dreams was on the way over and Jim wanted to be ready. He jumped in the shower, brushed his teeth, put on some cologne and then lit some candles around the bedroom. Jim had stopped at the store on the way home and bought some lube. It had been quite awhile since he'd had a lover. Actually, a long, long while. But this wasn't just any lover - this was Warrick Brown. The green eyed God, who starred in all of Jim's fantasies.

With everything ready, Jim sat down on the living room sofa and waited anxiously for Warrick. He thought about Warrick surprising him in the alley and what a wonderful surprise it had been. Jim had never felt such passion for anyone, male or female; not until now. It had been a long time coming. His fantasies and imaginings, carried him through for a couple of years. But, they were no substitute for the real thing. And now, after a chance encounter in an alleyway, Jim's life was about to change - possibly forever.

As the minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of Warrick, Jim began to worry. Maybe Rick had changed his mind. What if Rick didn't want to be with him. Or maybe, Warrick found something better. It's possible, he'd met some attractive guy at the club and went to see him instead. Jim was about to give into despair, when he was brought out of his reverie by the ringing of the doorbell. He breathed a huge sigh of relief and almost catapulted to the door. He paused for a moment before opening it. After all, he didn't want to seem desperate, even if he was.

Smiling broadly, Warrick stepped inside and Jim did his level best not to swoon. It really wouldn't look good if a hardened police captain fainted. He could handle it. Damn it - he could handle anything!

******

Death would be a mercy right now, because Jim didn't think he could survive this much longer. Rick had told him that he wanted to take it slowly, make sure he was really ready and God it was great, but Jesus Christ this was like torture, exquisite and exciting, but torture nonetheless.

He moaned and thrust his hips up off the bed, wanting to shove his cock as deeply down Warrick's throat as he could. Rick's hands slid down his chest, from his nipples, skimming lightly over his stomach, making his stomach muscles flutter under his touch. Then he felt them grasp his hips firmly and hold him down on the bed. At the same time, Rick chuckled, at his eagerness, and the vibration this produced passed through his cock, too heighten his pleasure,

"Oh God." Jim moaned. His hands reached back behind him and grasped the metal bars of the headboard.

Rick's tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock as he moved his mouth slowly up and down its length. One well-lubed finger, teased the entrance to Jim's body. Alternatively, rubbing lightly over it and then moving in circular motions, gently pressing, but never quite entering him.

Because Rick now had his hips pinned down to the bed Jim couldn't thrust up into his mouth, but he decided he could press down onto that teasing finger. By pulling his knees up and pressing his feet flat on the bed on either side of Rick's stretched out body, Jim gained enough purchase to push himself down, wanting more, and wanting it now! However, Rick anticipated him and withdrew his finger. Then he pulled his mouth from Jim's erection. Jim gasped as the cool air caressed his wet flesh and he looked down only to see Rick grinning wickedly up at him as he said, "Impatient aren't we?"

Jim didn't mean to sound so needy, but he couldn't help himself.

"God, Rick please? I can't... I can't stand it... just. God, just do it."

Rick leaned down, his mouth closed on the soft skin of Jim's inner thigh. Jim felt the kiss, the swish of Rick's tongue and the sharp bite of his teeth, as Rick marked him as his. He gasped and squirmed. Looking back up at him, still grinning, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Jim, the way he was making him lose control, Rick said,

"I don't want to rush you. I want you to be ready."

Eagerly, Jim told him "I'm ready. I'm really, really ready."

"Ok, if you're sure." Rick smiled at him.

Then Jim gasped again as Rick's mouth suddenly engulfed him to the hilt. He sucked and rubbed his tongue against him. Jim thought he'd pass out from pleasure when Rick, ever so gently, scraped his teeth up over his length. Then he felt the finger once more teasing him and he moaned out, "Oh yes."

He felt the finger, finally, press slowly into him and Rick slowly sucked his way down Jim's cock. Rick's finger sank itself deeper and deeper inside of Jim. The double stimulation was amazing and it took everything in Jim not to come, then and there. However, he controlled himself. He didn't want to come until Rick was buried deep inside of him.

His breathing was soon coming in pants, as Rick slowly and leisurely, finger fucked him. The movement of his mouth over his erection matched the movement of the finger in his ass.

Rick almost pulled his finger out and his mouth just held the tip of Jim's cock. His tongue swirled around the head, dipping into the slit there, tasting Jim's pre-come and driving him wild with desire. Jim held his breath waiting and groaned as Rick added a second finger to the first and pushed them both inside. Rick pulled his head back and looked up at Jim's face, as he did so. Jim looked down at him and their eyes locked. Jim felt a slight burn as his muscles stretched. He couldn't stop himself from wincing and Rick immediately saw it and stopped. Concern coloring his voice he asked "Is it too much?"

Jim swallowed and babbled, "Yes... no... God, I don't know. I can handle it.”

Neither of them moved and the burning pain eased. He began to relax again. The feeling of fullness was, at once strange and unsettling, while also thrilling and erotic. Looking back at Rick, he breathed, "It's all right now. Please, don't stop... I want this. I want you inside me."

Rick nodded and lowered his head between Jim's legs again. However, he didn't take Jim's cock into his mouth. This time he nuzzled his balls. His tongue flicked out to lick them and he gently took first one and then the other into his mouth, sucking them, making Jim forget everything, except for the intense pleasure Rick was be-stowing on him.

Soon Rick's two fingers were completely inside him, stretching him, making him ready for what he really wanted. Then Rick stroked his fingers against something deep inside him and Jim cried out, as a burst of intense pleasure enveloped his groin, spreading out to the whole of his body.

"Oh my God." He moaned. "Again! Again!. Do that again. please?"

Rick seemed only too happy to oblige him and in no time, Jim was a writhing mass of ecstasy, unable to form a coherent thought, all feeling and emotion, all want and need.

Rick slowly withdrew his fingers and Jim groaned in disappointment at the loss of such intimate contact. Then Rick pulled himself up over Jim's body, lying on top of him, covering him. His flesh was pressing against every inch of Jim's. Their sweat mingled together, blending, merging, moving, rubbing against each other, until Jim could feel Rick's breath - panting, hot against his neck. Rick's tongue tasted him and licked him, devouring him, inch by glorious inch. His lips nuzzled him. Warm, wet breath was in his ear and lips were moving against his skin, sending shivers throughout his body, as Rick whispered, "I need you Jim. I need to be inside you. To take you and make you mine."

Excitement coursed through Jim as he answered, "Oh yes! Please, Rick, now! I need you, now!"

Rick's mouth was on his and his tongue demanded entrance. Jim opened up and let him in with no hesitation. The kiss deepened and Jim could feel Rick reaching down to lubricate himself, before he took him.

Then the moment was here. The moment they'd both wanted, needed for so long. Rick groaned into Jim's mouth as he slowly entered him. Jim swallowed Rick's moan, taking it inside himself as Rick slid into him, Inch by, inexorable, inch. Rick possessed him, body and soul, and nothing had ever felt so right.

Once Rick was buried inside as deeply as he could be, he paused. Jim had never felt so full, so complete, so connected with another human being, as he did at that moment.

Rick's mouth moved down to nuzzle and suck on Jim's neck as he gently began to move inside him. The movements were slow and slight at first, but gradually got faster and longer. Jim pulled his legs up, wrapping his thighs around Rick's waist, changing the angle of Rick's thrusts, making them deeper.

"Oh yes, Jim! This is so good! You're so good... so hot, so tight." Rick murmured against his skin, making it tingle.

Jim began to move, thrusting up to meet Rick. The sound of naked flesh hitting naked flesh filled the room, along with Rick's words and moans of passion. Then Rick's cock found that sweet spot inside Jim and white-hot pleasure shot up his spine over and over again. Jim could hear his own voice shouting Rick's name, urging him on, wanting it to be "faster", "harder", "more!”

Jim reached down between their joined bodies and wrapped his hand around his hard, sensitive cock. He began to stroke it in time to Rick's thrusts. Then Rick's hand joined his own around his engorged cock He knew he couldn't last much longer. He could feel his release building. One more stroke, two more; Rick's cock was brushing against his prostate again, and again, and again, and then he was flying. Jim's eyes squeezed shut, pleasure like liquid fire coursed through him. He felt Rick's hand gripping him bruisingly hard. Rick cried out Jim's name in complete ecstasy and spilled himself deep inside of him. The moment seemed to stretch into eternity and yet was over too quickly. Rick shuddered, his frantic thrusts stilling as he collapsed down on top of Jim. Jim reached up, wrapping his arms around him, welcoming his weight on top of him, wanting nothing more than to hold Rick forever. This was the best he'd ever had and he wanted to hold it to himself, never letting it go.

Jim sighed, “God, Rick. That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I don't think I could stand to lose this, now that I've had a taste.”

“Rick smiled, while stroking Jim's bare chest lovingly and softly said, “Baby, now that I have you - I'm not about to let you go. You think you can handle it?”

“Jim laughed, “I can handle anything - now that I have you.”

The End