Title: Make Up
By: lin71
Pairing: Nick/Rick
Spoilers: guess not. At least I haven’t based it on an episode or anything
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: drug (ab)use, and yeah, there’s smut as well (surprise!!). Un-beta’d too, by the way.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have, never will. Just borrowing them for a while so they can finally have a good time together. They deserve it, and besides, they didn’t have much crime solving stuff to do during the writer’s strike anyway.
Feedback: love it!
Series: Break Up
A/N, it’s been a struggle, this one. I hope it doesn’t show too much in the story. And before someone starts commenting about (my too positive look on) drug use in this one, I know it’s dangerous and bad for you but that doesn’t change the fact that it makes you feel good. Just keep in mind it’s fanfic, not a commercial for drug use. And besides, I’m from Holland and we’re kinda liberal about it. Which doesn’t mean that it’s based on personal experiences, of course. *whistles innocently* I just have a vivid imagination.

Fifteen minutes later Warrick was standing in front of Nick’s house, trying to find the courage to use the door bell. Using his key was pretty much out of the question, he thought, considering how he left. He must have been standing there for a while, when suddenly the door swung open.
 
‘You gonna stand here pointing at my door bell all night?’ Nick asked, blank expression on his face.
 
Warrick felt his stomach tie in a huge knot and he wasn’t as sure this time that he wasn’t gonna throw up after all.
 
‘Can I come in?’
 
Nick stepped aside without saying anything. Warrick walked in, trying not to lead on he was probably further from sober than Nick had ever seen him. One hand on the wall to steady himself, he got inside.
 
‘Jesus Rick, what the fuck have you been doing since you left?’ Nick didn’t sound too angry, more worried. That made Warrick feel like an even bigger asshole and the knot in his stomach did a double backflip.
 
‘O shit Nick, I’m gonna…’ he choked out.
 
Nick obviously took the hint, because Warrick felt a steady grip on his shoulders and without falling over he was rushed to the bathroom, where he fell down on his knees, grasped the toilet in a bear-hug and emptied his stomach. He sat next to the toilet for a long time, cooling his head against the tile wall between heaves. When finally nothing seemed to come up anymore, he felt a damp cloth being pressed down in his neck and he realized that Nick was still there with him. The fact that Nick was with him when he was feeling this bad and probably smelling awful, after he way the treated him earlier, made him feel even worse, if possible.
 
‘I’m so sorry Nick,’ he whispered, tears from both heaving and emotion in his eyes. ‘I shouldn’t have said all those things and I shouldn’t have asked Jim to bring me back here while I’m still out of my mind from everything I used in the past day or so. I should’ve just gone home to sleep it off.’
 
Nick sat down next to him without touching. ‘You’re right; you shouldn’t have said all that. But we’re not gonna talk about it now Rick. You’re in no shape to do that. Just go to sleep. You can take the bed since that’s the closest to the bathroom in case you’re gonna be sick again. I’m gonna go lie in the guest room for now. If you’ve gotten rid of this, whatever it is you’re on, we’ll talk.’
 
‘You’re not kicking me out?’ Warrick asked hesitantly.
 
Nick cocked an eyebrow. ‘If I didn’t want you here at all, I would have left you outside pointing your finger at my doorbell. You and I both know you would have taken you a long time to ring that sucker.’
 
He got over to the shower and turned it on. After that he got up and stuck his arm out to pull Warrick up from the floor.
 
‘Brush you teeth, then take a shower and get your ass into bed. I’m going to sleep; I gotta work in a few hours.’
 
And with that, he left Warrick to himself. After a quick shower where he had to keep his hands against the shower walls to prevent himself from falling over, Warrick staggered to the bed room and fell down on the bed. Dead tired, but feeling so miserable that he seriously doubted he’d get any sleep at all.
 
Luckily the world around him had stopped spinning, so he was able to close his eyes without feeling like he was riding a rollercoaster backwards. He turned to his side and wrapped an arm around the pillow next to him, breathing in Nick’s scent. The fact that his man was so close and yet so far didn’t do much to improve how he was feeling.
 
‘Jesus Christ, Nicky,’ he said to the empty side of the bed, suddenly unable to keep the tears he’d been holding back for two days now from falling. ‘I don’t know how I’m gonna make things right again tomorrow. I don’t know what had gotten into me, getting off on you like that. You know I didn’t mean a thing I said, I was just so goddamn pissed at Grissom.’
 
His hand slowly stroked the spot where Nick usually slept, continuing his drug-induced rant. ‘My Gram has always warned me not to hurt the ones I hold close. Guess I wasn’t paying attention when she told me, huh. But you gotta believe me baby, I never wanted to hurt you. And I know I’m stupid for running instead of talking, and for taking all this shit and turning up here while I’m still out of my mind, but I had to see you Nicky, I just had to.’
 
He turned to his back, an arm above his head, his other arm still holding the pillow against him. His voice turned to a whisper.
 
‘I just hope that you know that it had nothing to do with you, all those things I said. I know you don’t care about something stupid like race, and I sure as hell know that we’re not just fucking. What I feel for you means so much more than that, Nicky. And when we are talking again, tomorrow, I will tell you just that. I will tell you that I love you. I don’t care if that makes me sound like a cheap chick-flick, I just need you to know that.’
 
A sudden sound of someone moving next to him almost made Warrick jump, but then he felt a warm hand on his cheek and a thumb stroking his tears away.
 
‘I heard you Rick, and I know. Just get some sleep now, it’s gonna be allright. We’ll be allright.’
 
Warrick opened his eyes and saw Nick standing next to him.
 
‘Thought you were gonna sleep in the guest room?’
 
‘I heard you started talking but I couldn’t make out what you were saying. I didn’t know if you were allright,’ Nick answered. ‘I mean, you’re not exactly in the best shape right now. So I thought I’d make sure you weren’t hallucinating or something. I did hear the last part though.’
 
He sat down on the bed next to Warrick, chuckling softly. ‘Aw hell, who am I kidding? I don’t want to sleep in the guestroom while you are lying here.’
 
Warrick looked at Nick as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
 
‘You sure?’ he asked.
 
‘Well,’ Nick answered, ‘if you keep hogging my pillow, I might change my mind, but else…’
 
He slid into bed next to Warrick. ‘Make no mistake, I’m still pissed, but I’m not gonna sleep in another room because of that.’
 
He looked pointedly at Warrick. ‘That’s about as stupid as running after a fight. Besides, this way I can check if you’re allright, because it seems you’re still pretty much drunk and stoned.’
 
‘Probably both,’ Warrick mumbled.
 
Nick kissed Warrick on the cheek, which felt odd given the circumstances, but very reassuring at the same time.
 
‘Now go to sleep. I’ll ream you a new one tomorrow.’
 
They lay next to each other, instead of spooned together like usual. To Warrick, the distance between them seemed as wide as the Atlantic, although he was glad Nick chose to sleep in his own bed anyway. At least he wasn’t so repulsed by him that he couldn’t stand to be in the same room.
When he was sure that Nick was sound asleep, his moved his hand across the bed and carefully took hold of Nick’s hand.
Warrick knew that a lot had to be resolved yet. He’d hurt Nick bad with his behavior and despite the fact that Nick took care of him, he felt it was nowhere near over yet. But he’d worry about that tomorrow. Right now he just held Nick’s hand in his and tried to believe that everything was going to be allright again.

And with that thought in his still fuzzy mind, he drifted off.
 
 
Warrick woke up somewhere around 6 the next morning in an empty bed. His head pounded like a marching band was doing a number inside it and he had a taste in his mouth like something had died in there a long time ago. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the early morning sun that came through the curtains, and saw a bottle of coke and a long drink glass next to the bed.
 
‘O my god, Nick, you truly are a hero,’ he mumbled, while carefully getting up and pouring coke in his glass. Then he discovered a note next to the glass.
 
Rick,
 
I was called in and I couldn’t take another night off. Just stay in bed, get some rest and take a lot of fluids. Don’t leave my house unless it catches fire!!
We’ll talk after shift.
 
Nick
 
Warrick reluctantly left the bed and headed for the bathroom, sensing that a long hot shower would probably do the trick in getting him back amongst the living, although he still felt the effects of Dwayne’s special cocktail of pills. A quick look at his watch showed it was near the end of Nick’s shift, and Warrick reckoned that he could at least make sure that he was somewhat presentable again by the time Nick got home. And if he could muster up the courage to get in the vicinity of food, he might even try to whip up some breakfast for Nick. No harm in trying to bribe his man with a decent meal. After all, Jim had told him specifically to beg and crawl if needed.
 
Warrick was just getting ready to whisk some eggs in order to make an omelet, when he heard Nick enter the front door.
 
‘Warrick? You awake?’ Nick called from the hall.
 
‘In the kitchen,’ he answered, quickly chopping up some vegetables to go with the eggs.
 
Seconds later Nick entered the kitchen. ‘How are you doing Rick?’ he asked, concern genuine.
 
‘Still a bit stoned, but mostly hung over,’ Warrick answered truthfully. ‘Which I totally deserve, by the way, so I’ll just take it like a man.’
 
‘Then why are you making an omelet?’
 
Warrick shrugged. ‘Thought you might be hungry.’
 
Nick snorted. ‘O man, you really are sorry, aren’t you?’
 
That didn’t go well with Warrick’s current condition and mood. ‘Don’t make fun of me man. I’ve been stupid, and I know that, and I really am feeling it right now, believe me. But I got the advice of a good friend to do whatever it takes to make up with you, so I thought I’d suck up my nausea and start by making you something to eat.’
 
‘Jim, huh,’ Nick said.
 
Warrick nodded. ‘Yup. He told me to beg and crawl if needed. So this is me begging. Sit down, eggs will be done soon.’
 
Nick sat down and within minutes Warrick came out of the kitchen with bread and an omelet for Nick and another glass of coke for himself.
 
‘You’re not eating yet?’ Nick asked between bites.
 
Warrick merely shook his head. ‘Nope, my stomach informed me he preferred to stay as empty as possible for now. I haven’t been feeling this bad in a long time, I can tell you that.’


In the light of day, Nick noticed the bruise he’d caused was a lot bigger than he thought he’d seen yesterday.
 
‘I hit you pretty bad, man,’ he stated.
 
‘It’s only a bruise Nick,’ Warrick answered, shrugging. ‘It’ll heal. You and I both know that physical pain isn’t the worst kind. I was a total asshole and I more than deserved that punch.’
 
‘Yeah, you were,’ Nick nodded, taking a bite of his eggs. ‘But I should have known that you didn’t mean a thing about what you accused me off. You were just trying to take whatever beef you have going on with Grissom out on me. I took me hitting you and you leaving for me to realize that. I spent the entire day feeling guilty as hell over it.’

He paused for a second. ‘I shouldn’t have hit you.’
 
Warrick took hold of Nick’s hand, squeezing it in his. ‘That’s okay Nick. Like I said, I deserved it for what I said to you.’
 
Nick shook his head. ‘No way! If you had been a woman, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all. I would have been arrested for domestic abuse.’
 
Despite his still aching head, Warrick chuckled. ‘Stokes, you can accuse me of a lot of things, but being a woman isn’t one of them.’
 
He turned serious again. ‘But to get back to the other day; I am sorry about what I said. I know you don’t have a racist cell in your body and I never should have said that what we have together is just about sex. It isn’t, I know that. And I never realized how much you mean to me than in the hours after our fight. I didn’t know what to do or where to go, I didn’t want to flee into a casino again, I just wanted to forget everything and that led to the state Jim found me in.’
 
Nick got up, walked round the table towards Warrick and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Warrick’s shoulder. ‘Can we now please stop apologizing to each other? I was done being mad at you the moment I woke up today and I feel like I’m in the middle of something that usually happens after a fight between my sisters during the holidays where everybody ends up crying and hugging.’
 
‘Will you stop accusing me of being a woman already?’ Warrick mock-threatened. ‘Or do you need me to prove to you right here that I ain’t?’
 
‘Well,’ Nick said, pretending to look serious, ‘you were complaining about having a headache just a minute ago. If that doesn’t scream woman, I don’t know what does. Besides, I doubt you’re capable of proving anything right now.’
 
The sparkle in his eyes gave him away, and seeing that made Warrick feel a whole lot better.
 
‘Be careful what you ask for, Stokes,’
 
‘Why?’ Nick asked, still that hint of a smile on his face. ‘When you’re done begging and crawling and complaining about your aches and pains and what not, I’ll probably be asleep.’
 
‘You really want me to start begging?’ Warrick asked.
 
Nick slowly nodded, and suddenly Warrick didn’t feel as bad as he did a few minutes ago. He turned in Nick’s arms a bit and whispered in a hoarse voice.
 
‘O God, Nicky, please. Don’t stop baby. Just. Don’t. Stop.’
 
Food forgotten, Nick just looked at him, smile gone now. He grabbed Warrick’s hand and dragged him across the room.
 
‘Bedroom, now!’
 
As soon as Warrick had closed the bedroom door, Nick turned around and pressed him against it. Slowly he brought his mouth closer to Warrick’s.
 
‘You think that was begging?’ he murmured against Warrick’s lips. ‘You just wait.’
 
He closed his mouth over Warrick’s in a hard, almost aggressive, kiss that lacked all kinds of finesse, but that perfectly expressed the anger, despair and grief both men had felt over the past days. There was no need or desire to go slow, just an intense longing to reconnect. Warrick’s arms came up around Nick, one hand on the back of Nick’s head, grasping the thick dark hair, and the other one on his lower back, pressing them both together.
After what seemed like an eternity and yet felt like it was too soon, Nick drew back a little, leaving both men panting for air, mouths still close together.
 
Nick gave Warrick a wicked smile and cocked his head a little. Starting below Warrick’s left ear, he traced a path towards his collarbone using his lips and tongue, while nimble fingers were working on the buttons of his shirt. Warrick felt glad that he was still leaning against the door, because he was pretty sure he’d fall down without the support.
Nick only opened a few buttons of Warrick’s shirt, just enough to slide it back over his shoulders and halfway down his arms, making sure Warrick couldn't use them, before he held him against the door by his shoulders and continued to suck and nibble on the exposed skin of Warrick’s chest.
 
Warrick would have a hard time admitting it out loud, but the rare moments where Nick seemed to go on some sort of power trip turned him on like nothing else. The mere fact that Nick had him trapped against the door and almost unable to move had gotten his cock hard in seconds. Forgotten were his pounding head and his queasy stomach, forgotten whatever it was they had been fighting over. All he wanted now is to be ravished by his man and the mental image of him lying on Nick’s bed, still unable to move and left to Nick’s mercy made his mouth go dry in anticipation.
 
Nick let go of his shoulders, only to make quick work of opening Warrick’s jeans. He loosened the belt and popped the buttons open. Then he pushed Warrick’s pants and boxer briefs halfway down his thighs in one motion, smirking at the sight of Warrick’s erection.
 
Nick pushed his whole body against Warrick’s, while he cupped his ass with both hands. With his mouth close to Warrick’s ear, he whispered in a husky voice.
 
‘This what you want Rick?’
 
Warrick could only nod. The remains of the drugs coursing through his veins made everything he felt even more intense than usual and the way Nick was holding him and pressing Warrick’s erection against his own, that was still trapped in his jeans, made him feel wonderful. It was almost like his brain wasn’t fully functioning but what he lacked there was taken over by his body, intensifying everything he felt.
 
‘Good,’ Nick mumbled against his shoulder, ‘because I’m gonna make you pay for what you did.’
 
Warrick shuddered in anticipation and a groan escaped him. He let his head fall back against the door, while Nick kept sucking and licking the skin of his neck, still kneading his buttocks and grinding against him. Warrick’s whole body tingled, he couldn’t find another word for it, and if this was just the start he wasn’t sure he’d live through it.
 
‘Spread your legs Rick,’ Nick said to him. ‘You’re swaying man, and I don’t want you to fall over.’
 
Warrick spread his legs as far as they would go with his jeans halfway down his thighs and leaned back against the door.
 
‘Whaddaya gonna do Nick?’ he croaked, cock twitching in anticipation.
 
He felt Nick’s breath on his skin as his lover slowly got down on his knees and kept a short distance between them. The only thing Warrick felt was Nick’s hot breath on the tip of his cock and a firm grip on his hips to prevent him from moving. He struggled to free his arms, get his hands to Nick’s head, draw him in closer, anything anything to get Nick’s mouth closer, to feel his tongue touching him.
 
Nick looked up at him from under his lashes.
 
‘If you move, I’ll stop. Okay? Don’t move unless I tell you to.’
 
He brought his mouth closer to the tip of Warrick’s cock, making sure that Warrick could feel it every time he exhaled.
 
‘It’s okay to talk though, it is kinda hard to beg silently,’ he added with a smirk, before he ever so slowly closed his mouth over Warrick’s painfully hard cock. Warrick briefly thought that it was a good thing that the fact that he still was kinda stoned would keep him from coming too soon, before most coherent thoughts left his brain altogether.
 
‘O god, Nick!’ Warrick groaned, gently bumping his head against the door, as Nick kept going in the same painstakingly slow pace. ‘You’re killing me here.’
 
Nick’s only answer was adding extra pressure with his tongue, which made Warrick’s knees buckle.
 
A string of curses left Warrick’s mouth, which made Nick chuckle around Warrick’s hard-on. ‘You’re enjoying this way too much Stokes,’ Warrick panted. ‘You want me to beg? Okay. I’ll beg. I need you to suck me harder and faster, to touch my balls, and to shove your cock, that I know is hard and ready, up my ass. Please! That enough begging for you?’
 
Nick only looked up at Warrick and continued his slow-motion blowjob. One hand left Warrick’s hip and moved to his balls. He just held them for a while, before rolling them slowly in his hand.
 
By now, Warrick was sure he was gonna pass out. He hadn’t been turned on like this in, well, forever. His whole body trembled and yet it seemed he couldn’t feel his arms and legs. All his sensations focused on his cock, how deep Nick took him in his mouth and the way he was caressing his balls.
He tried to spread his legs wider, give Nick better access, but his jeans prevented him from doing so. It gave him a sense of frustration and helplessness that somehow turned him on even more.
 
Where Nick had stashed the lube would remain a mystery right now, but suddenly he felt two slick fingers circle round his opening, getting closer and closer to where he wanted them.
 
Warrick was getting almost dizzy. It felt like all his blood had left his head to travel south to induce his pleasure even more.
 
‘Nick….. Nick!’ he croaked.
 
Nick pulled his mouth off of Warrick’s cock, causing the other man to groan involuntarily.
 
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, worried.
 
Warrick huffed. ‘Nothing’s wrong man, I’m as far from wrong as humanly possible. It’s so good I’m starting to get a bit dizzy. I wanna lay down… please?’
 
Nick got on his feet and in a gesture that showed some similarity to last night he took hold of Warrick’s shoulders to guide him and pushed him face down on the bed. He sat down next to him and continued his ministrations as if nothing had interrupted him. Nothing indicated that he was turned on as well, Warrick didn’t hear any panting, no moans or groans, it almost seemed like an outer body experience or something.
He turned his head a little to look at Nick, and he immediately got a confirmation that his man had as much difficulty restraining himself as he had. Nick had his mouth open, probably to breath without making too much noise, the buttons of his jeans were open to give his erection a little room and Warrick could see the damp spot on his boxers from where he was lying.

Suddenly he felt one finger enter him, and all ideas of looking what Nick was up to vanished for now. He was so relaxed, that Nick could add a finger without too much difficulty and when he started moving in and out, hitting the right spot over and over again, Warrick, again, thought he’d die of pure pleasure.
He was still trapped in his pants and shirt, which meant he couldn’t move anything but his head, but somehow that only made his focus on what he was feeling more intense.
Bolts of pleasure coursed through him and he knew he couldn’t take much more.
 
‘Nick, baby, stop, please stop,’ he moaned.
 
Nick immediately stilled, fingers still inside him.
 
‘You okay?’ he asked.
 
Warrick snorted. ‘I’m about to explode Nick. I want to come with you buried inside me. Please baby, I need you.’
 
Nick fell silent and seconds later he pulled his fingers out of Warrick and yanked Warrick’s jeans from his legs before he got off the bed.
 
Warrick heard Nick undress, but couldn’t turn his head far enough to see him. Seconds later he heard a condom wrapper being torn and he couldn’t help but grin. Finally he’d have Nick where he wanted him.
 
Although Nick had told him not to move unless he was told so, Warrick couldn’t help grinding himself against the mattress, too far gone to stop now. He looked over his shoulder and saw Nick standing behind the bed, between his spread legs. Warrick pushed his ass in the air with every grinding motion, inviting Nick to take him.

Suddenly he felt the mattress move and Nick was on his hands and knees, leaning over him.
 
‘You like it like this Rick, dontcha?’ he said, thick drawl present in his voice. ‘You can act tough all you want, but what you really want is lying like this, unable to move by yourself, totally helpless and needy and so ready for me to take you that you can’t stand it anymore.’
 
A low moan was all the sound Warrick could muster, trying to lift his ass a bit higher every time, to get Nick to touch him, get some sort of contact with Nick’s cock that was so goddamn close to where he wanted it but still too far.
 
‘What?’ Nick asked. ‘I didn’t get that.’
 
Warrick took a shuddering breath and tried to get his brain to form a whole sentence.
 
‘Fuck me, please,’ he begged. ‘Please Nick, I need you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to sit for days. Just shove that hard thick cock of yours inside and take me hard and fast.’
 
And than, as an afterthought. ‘Please baby.’
 
And finally finally Nick’s control seemed to crack. ‘You asked for it Rick,’ he growled, before gripping Warrick’s hips hard and entering him in one movement. Warrick gasped at the intrusion, but Nick hardly gave him any time to adjust before pulling almost out and pushing back in, hard. He set a maddening pace, hitting Warrick’s prostate every time. One hand on Warrick’s hips, steadying them, while his other hand came up around Warrick’s waist to finally open up those last buttons of his shirt and give him a little more room to move.

Warrick immediately got up on his hands, using the possibility to throw some force into it and push back hard on Nick.
 
‘I said: don’t move unless I tell you,’ Nick gritted out, never slowing his movements. Warrick tried to stay as still as possible, held in place by one hand on his hip and one on his shoulder. He was so close to coming now, he just needed to touch his cock, needed Nick to do that.
 
But this time he didn’t need to ask. Nick must have sensed he really was reaching his limits now and he pulled him up by the shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist, Warrick’s back pressed against Nick’s chest. Nick’s other hand still rested on Warrick’s hip, so close to where he wanted him.
Warrick let his head fall back on Nick’s shoulder, surrendering to Nick and waiting for him to choose the moment to make him come.

It seemed like Nick had been waiting for that moment, because as soon as Warrick’s head touched his shoulder, he turned his head and captured his mouth in a searing kiss.
 
When he felt Warrick moan into the kiss, he drew back a little and whispered breathlessly.
 
‘Let go babe, I got ya.’
 
Before he had finished his sentence, he had taken Warrick’s achingly hard cock in a firm grip. That was the moment where Warrick’s vision blacked out. Leaning heavy against Nick he felt his lover pull almost out and push back in one last time before his orgasm overtook him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed on his stomach. Nick had obviously pulled out and rolled off of him, since he was lying next to him with his eyes closed. Although his limbs didn’t feel very cooperative, he managed to move just enough to wrap his arm around Nick’s chest and rest his head on his man’s shoulder.
 
‘Damn baby,’ he panted. ‘That was out of this world.’
 
Nick grinned, eyes still closed. ‘I think it was you that was still kinda out of this world. What in the hell did you take yesterday man? It still hasn’t worn completely off, has it?’
 
Warrick buried his head in the crook of Nick’s neck. ‘Busted,’ he murmured. ‘I’m sorry man.’
 
Nick opened in eyes and looked at him.
 
‘Rick,’ he said, ‘you do remember that a few weeks ago I was drunk as a skunk while you were the designated driver and we ended up screwing our brains out as well, don’t you?’
 
Warrick nodded.
 
‘So, now the roles are reversed. It’s okay. I mean, with all the shit we see in our job it’s only logical you need some sort of outlet every now and then. Especially when we start fighting as well.’
 
Warrick lifted his head and looked Nick in the eyes. ‘It does feel great you know, making love on drugs. I haven’t done that in years, but it is just…’
He let his head fall on Nick’s chest again. ‘I won’t do it again though. I don’t need that when I’m with you anyway.’
 
‘Good,’ Nick said. ‘Cause as much fun as you are like this, I kinda like working with you and I’m afraid that’s one thing Griss won’t let you get away with.’
 
‘No Dad,’ Warrick answered, which earned him a smack to the back of his head. ‘Ouch!’
 
‘Shut up Rick, let’s get some sleep.’
 
Warrick stretched his arm to pull the comforter over them both, his head still on Nick’s chest and Nick’s arm around him, holding him close. And just like last night, he stayed awake until Nick had fallen asleep, only this time to just enjoy the feeling of lying this close again. He knew that sleep would eventually claim him as well, but sleep could wait a while. For now, he didn’t want to miss a minute of this view and the feeling of his man back in his arms, right where he belonged.