Title: Obsession
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating:NC-17
Category: PWP
Summary: PWP, Enough said.
Disclaimer: I do not own these character. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

Jim looked down at the naked figure on his bed. The padded handcuffs were attached to strong wrists and to the bedpost. He sat next to the
man on his bed and brought out a blindfold. Covering the man's eyes, he spoke very quietly to him.

"Is it your main goal in life to drive me insane"?

"Well its not my main goal, but it is one of them". Warrick Brown answered.

"So then it's only fair that I return the favor". Jim checked to see that the handcuffs were secured and the blindfold was in place, before
he continued. "Tell me Rick, have you ever been trained to resist methods of torture"?

Warrick swallowed hard. "Um, I don't think so".

"Good. Lets consider this your training, shall we"?

Jim picked up a bottle of massage oil and poured some into his hands. Without taking the time to warm the oil he started massaging the
other man's forearms and biceps. Rick's breathing was slow and steady as he enjoyed the massage. "This is hardly torture, Brass".

Jim ignored the comment and started working his way down the shoulders and across his muscular chest. He paused to give a quick pinch to the nipples under his palms. This caused Rick to let out a small moan. Jim continued his journey rubbing oil onto his prisoner's hard flat stomach. Rick's' breathing picked up as Jim's hands continued moving south.

Rick let out a disappointed sigh as Jim moved from his navel and began the massage on the tops of his thighs. "Still think this isn't torture
Rick"? Jim oiled the younger man's inner thighs, enjoying the feel of the strong muscular legs beneath his hands and then he moved to massage the sensitive skin just under Rick's balls. Rick let out a moan and Jim couldn't help but chuckle. Then Jim began massaging his finger around Warrick's hot, tight pucker. He gently inserted one finger and wriggled it around. The moans were getting louder by the minute. Jim then inserted a second finger and began to scissor them back and forth. Three fingers later, Warrick was screaming. Then Jim abruptly withdrew. Warrick let out a disappointed cry, but it did not deter Jim from his torture.

Jim draped his naked body across the slick form of his younger lover and gave Rick a toe curling kiss. Oh yes, he was almost ready to beg for it. Jim could feel it coming.

A rough bite to the nipple should do it, Jim thought.

"Oh God, Jim. Please, you have to fuck me soon. I can't take much more"

"Now you know how I feel."

Jim grabbed the lube and generously coated his cock. He positioned himself at his lover's entrance and thrust, hard!

 
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Jim woke in a cold sweat, covered in bodily fluids and out of breath. He cursed himself for letting this happen again. These dreams were happening way to often for comfort. His little obsession was beginning to take over his life. Actually, it was his very large, gorgeous, green eyed obsession and it was becoming impossible to ignore. Jim knew he had to do something, but what?

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Jim arrived at the lab, just a little before the end of Warrick's shift. He found his obsession in the locker room, shirt-less, *of all things*.

"Hey, Jim. I thought you had a couple of days off. Why in the world world would you be here?"

Jim smirked, "How about we go for a little ride and I'll explain it to you?"

"Sure," Warrick shrugged, "I need to unwind anyway. I got nothin' else to do."

"Trust me, I can fix that, real fast." Jim said with an evil grin.

The End