Title: Hard Day At The Office
Author: Mara
Rating: FRAO (Really)
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Summary: Jim had a bad day and needs to blow off some steam.
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copy write infringements are intended.

Jim was tired and angry when he arrived home that morning. He'd had to stay an hour later than usual and listen to a lecture from the sheriff. After having to suffer through that, he then had a run in with Officer Fromansky in the parking lot. Apparently Fromansky was ticked off about a report Brass had turned in that wasn't favorable to Fromansky. Jim didn't really give a shit and had blown Fromansky off with a snarl and a threat. Fromansky wisely retreated.

Jim entered his home, still seething and was greeted by the sight of his lover wearing only briefs and bent over the sofa. He seemed to be looking for something underneath the couch cushions. Warrick's round ass was sticking up in the air and pointing directly at him. It seemed like an invitation to Jim, and it was more than he could take.

Jim crept up behind his oblivious lover and leaned over him. He whispered in his ear. "Lose something?" At that moment, Jim slammed his erection up against Rick's backside. The younger man startled and his breath caught in his throat.

"God, are you trying to give me a heart attack. You should announce your presence before sneaking up behind someone." Warrick said, as he glared over his shoulder at his lover.

"I'm announcing it now, babe." Jim growled and pushed his rock hard cock further against Rick's ass. "What are you looking for?"

"My keys. They fell down behind the sofa cushions, but I can't find them... and it's really hard to look when you've got your cock shoved up against my ass." Warrick replied with an edge of irritation in his voice.

"Well, let me help you look. I don't see them in the sofa. Maybe they're in here." Just then, Jim jerked down Warrick's briefs. Warrick tried to straighten up, but Jim shoved him hard from behind and his stomach hit the couch. It was a practiced move. Jim had done it before, but only when he was upset or stressed. This must be one of those occasions.

Jim undid his pants and released his throbbing member. He buried his cock in Rick's ass with one long hard thrust!

"Fuck, Jim! I keep telling you not to fucking do that without lube!"

Lubed or not, Jim found Warrick's spot.

"Oh, shit. Oh, man." Warrick moaned.

Warrick dug his fingers into the back of the couch and tried to remember to breath. 'Breath, breath, breath.' "Fuck!" 'Breath, breath, breath.' "Fuck!"

Jim pinned his wrists to the top of the couch, kicked his legs farther apart, and bit into his shoulder. Jim had a marathon hold that Warrick couldn't possibly hope to break. Warrick moaned in pain and more than a little lust. This was going to take a while.

Jim grunted hard. Each backward stroke took him clear out of Warrick's ass and each forward thrust entered at a different angle. Down, right, left, down, up, left, right. Rick tried to anticipate his approach, but Jim bit down harder on his shoulder to keep him from moving. Warrick had no choice but to surrender to the fuck.

Jim's grunts slowly faded until his noise became a lulling hum and Rick knew that Jim had entered the zone.

Warrick felt something wet trickle from the vicinity of Jim's clamped-down teeth. Jim's spit, his blood, or both dripped down Rick's back.

"Jim?" It sounded more like a plea with his cock hammering him into the couch.

"Jim?"

Jim hummed, with a slight whine thrown in.

"Don't remove flesh, Jim. Please."

Jim's steady hammering jerked and stuttered for a few strokes. The whine in his hum increased, but the grip on his shoulder declined. Jim sucked up some of the moisture and quickly calmed down. Warrick knew he must be bleeding because that was the only thing that would sooth Jim so quickly.

Jim settled into his rhythm again and Warrick gave him some time to enjoy his bliss. His teeth no longer hurt and the feel of his hot tongue and soft lips began to feel good in the wound.

Warrick started to enter the zone himself, but before he could, Jim's contented humming began to rise. Jim released Warrick's wrists and reached in front of him. He stroked Rick's cock with one hand and tugged on his balls with the other.

Warrick bit down on the top of the couch and started to whine himself.

As rough as Jim's cock was, that's how gentle his hands were. He massaged more than jerked. Warrick began to feel himself split in two, in that weird way that only Jim could make him do. The front half of Warrick began to float, relax and mellow, while the back half of him burned and bucked and fought for life.

Warrick felt the earliest sensation of a building orgasm in his balls and wanted to cry. He knew from experience that Jim could keep him there---tingling and stretching---for at least two hours; until that divine pleasure became torture and Warrick would scream for Jim to end it.

Jim's hands were miraculous and Warrick's cock performed miracles for them, growing to new lengths and coming several times without ever growing limp. Jim's cock, though, was merciless and his ass was in a fight for it's life. Jim's cock punished Rick's prostrate with vicious, well placed jabs and bone-rattling upper cuts. Warrick squeezed his ass tight, knowing from experience that it slowed Jim's pace some. The added friction was murder, at first, but once Jim shot his load the drag lessened considerably. Fluids Warrick had never been able to identify---and had no desire to---leaked from his ass and aided in easing his suffering.

The first time Jim had ever fucked him, Jim had blown him away with his multiple ejaculations. They'd used condoms then and Jim had pounded Warrick for an hour before he'd felt his cock swell and burst inside him. But today, Jim seemed to take pity on him and let his cock slip gently from Rick's body. He laved the shoulder wound with his tongue and then pulled Warrick into a standing position. He put his arms around his lover and maneuvered them both around the couch. He laid Warrick down and then stripped out of the rest of his clothes. He laid down beside Warrick, pulled the throw over both of them and snuggled up close. He listened to Warrick's heavy breathing, slowly return to normal, as did his own.

Warrick, finally calm enough now to ask said, "Bad day?"

"Ah... you could say that, but I feel much better now."

"Well, I'm so happy I could help." Warrick replied sarcastically.

"You always help. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're the Ying to my Yang." Jim was gently massaging Warrick's sore ass as he spoke and nuzzling his neck with his soft lips.

Jim hummed. The hum vibrated in Rick's ear and Jim kissed his earlobe, snuggling closer.

Rick whispered, "I love you." And was rewarded by an answering, "I love you more."

"Hey, Jim? We still didn't find my keys."

"Um, sorry, but they're not in your ass." Jim responded with a smirk.

"Oh. Well... Thanks for looking."

The End