Title: Potter's
By: lin71
Pairing: Nick/Rick (est. relationship)
Rating: FRAO/NC-17 (what do you think? It's a kink-fic!)
Spoilers: no spoilers, hardly a plot. I just needed a reason to write me some pr0n
Kink: sexual acts in a public place / dirty talk (does that count as a kink?)
Summary: Warrick wants to stay in and get naked, while Nick wants to go out.
Disclaimer: they're not mine, never were and never will be. If they were, there's no way someone would have shot Warrick on the show.
A/N: this is based on a drabble I wrote a few months ago, so part of it may seem familiar. Furthermore, I don't play pool, so any mistakes in describing the game are totally mine.

'Yo, Nick! Wait up.'  

Nick was on his way out of the lab when a familiar voice called him. He turned around on his heels while a grin appeared on his lips. Warrick came jogging down the hall. Now that alone should be reason enough to grin, since the man usually didn't engage in any sports activity other than sex and would only run to save his life. But in this case, it meant he had solved his case in time and therefore was able to clock out on time for a change. 

'Running Rick?' Nick said, making a show of checking Warrick out back to front. 'Pants on fire?' 

Warrick playfully punched him in the arm. 'Shut up Stokes. I thought I just missed you on the way out.' 

'And that's a reason for you to run?' Nick tried to look baffled, but he couldn't hold back a smirk. 'I'm so honored.' 

Warrick couldn't keep a grin from creeping up on his lips. 'You should be too. My place or yours?' 

Nick looked at his watch for a second. 'It's been a long time since we've been this early. I was thinking we could go out or something. Have a drink somewhere instead of hanging out at home all the time.'  

'We can have a drink at my place too,' Warrick suggested, looking around him for any co-workers. When he didn't see anybody, he leaned and lowered his voice a little. 'And I can think of a few things we can do there that aren't allowed in a bar.'  

'Aw, come on Rick,' Nick persisted, 'let's go out first. We'll have a few drinks and I promise to do whatever you think of later when we return back home.' 

'Whatever I think of?'


An evil glim showed in Warrick's eyes, making Nick almost regret his promise already. 'I'll probably regret it, but yes,' he answered. 

Warrick's grin was about face-splitting right now. 'You know you'll like it Nicky. But okay, so, where do you wanna go?' 

Nick shrugged. 'I don't know. Someplace with no cops that we know, good quality beer, maybe a pool table and some music should be fine.'


‘You don’t wanna go home and have sex, but you want to take me to a place where you can play with a stick and balls?’ Warrick asked. ‘Please don’t tell me you want to play a game of straight pool?’


‘Hey,’ Nick countered, ‘you just can’t take it that I beat your ass every time we play it.’


He smirked. ‘And you know the only straight game I play with you is pool.’


Warrick couldn’t help but laugh. ‘You got that right.’

‘But I was thinking about a few games of 8-ball,’ Nick continued, ‘Potter’s?’


'Sounds great. Wanna go by cab or should one of us be the designated driver?' 

They started walking out of the building, and Warrick slung his arm around Nick's shoulder in a way that wasn't too obvious for anyone passing by, although the heat radiating off of him made Nick's heart rate speed up immediately. 


‘Let’s take a cab back home and pick up our cars tomorrow some time,’ Nick suggested. Warrick merely nodded his approval.


Both men got into their cars and Nick followed Warrick to their destination. Potter’s was a bar frequented by all kinds of different people. It had a wide range of beers on tap, several pool tables and the music usually played on a volume that made talking actually possible. And more important, they'd never seen anyone from the lab or the LVPD there, which meant they didn't have to keep up their 'just friends' act. It didn't bother them that they had to at work, since they both could do without co-workers interfering with their relationship, but it was nice to drop the act after hours. 

Within 15 minutes they entered the bar. It was crowded and most pool tables were taken already. They made their way to the counter to get a beer, before they managed to find a free pool table somewhere in the back where they had a good view on the crowd.


Nick grabbed two sticks from the rack on the wall and handed Warrick one of the, before he started racking the balls. When he’d set the game up he turned around a little, still bent over the table, and looked back at Warrick. 

‘Wanna play one game of straight pool to determine who can start?’


Warrick took a swig of his beer. ‘Hell no, you go right ahead baby. I’m just enjoying the view.’


Nick couldn’t help but grin. ‘You might as well try to get your mind out of the gutter there, hon, because there’s no distracting me. I’m in the winning mood tonight, I can feel it.’


Warrick quirked an eyebrow. ‘That a bet?’


‘Sure, loser picks up the tab tonight.’


‘And the bet, it is about the no-distracting or the winning?’ Warrick smirked.


Nick looked at him as sternly as possible. ‘The winning Rick. I already promised you to give in to whatever you want at home later, so you just gotta wait it out for now.’


Minutes later Nick was well on his way to his first victory of the evening. He’d pocketed every ball he intended to, while Warrick missed half of his attempts. Nick was the better player anyway, but Warrick couldn’t help but being distracted by the way Nick’s jeans showed off his ass every time he bent over that table. He’d been horny as hell all day, and had wanted nothing else but go home, order some food and get Nick into bed as soon as he could after they’d eaten. Hell, he’d been spending half the day playing out all kinds of scenarios in his head of what he wanted to do with Nick. And of course Nick would chose this moment to insist on going out instead of for once giving in to Warrick’s wish and just get naked already.


‘Woohoo!’ The object of his desire whirled around on his heels, smug look on his face and his stick above his head in victory. ‘Who’s the man?’


‘You know you are Nick,’ Warrick answered automatically, suddenly unable to look somewhere else than at the tiny line of skin Nick had exposed just above his waistband by raising his arms.  

‘Do you want revenge? Maybe two outta three?’ Nick asked, lowering his arms. He put his stick on the ground and leaned on it with both hands, rocking back and forth a little. 

And maybe it was the smug, in control look of his man, maybe the slightly teasing undertone in his voice, but suddenly Warrick couldn’t think of anything else than make Nick loose control right there.  

He walked up to Nick until their toes were almost touching and rested his hands on top of Nick’s. 

‘I’m thinking about a whole other kind of revenge, Nicky,’ he said, lowering his voice a little, knowing full well the effect that had on Nick. He let one hand trail up Nick’s upper arm, keeping his touch light, then down again, his fingertips stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of Nick’s fore-arm.


Nick’s breath hitched, although the man did a great job of hiding it, and he brought his hands down, one of them clinging the stick.
Warrick took a small step back, lips curling with the beginning of a smile.


‘Yeah,’ he said in that same low voice, ‘that kind of revenge.’


Then he continued in his usual voice, as if nothing had happened. ‘But another game is fine with me too.’


Nick released the breath he’d been holding. ‘Okay then. Loser can start.’

Warrick walked around the table to rack up the balls again. He didn’t have any intention in winning this game. The only thing he wanted was to distract Nick and get him so turned on that he wouldn’t think twice about getting home right now. So when he had to make his second shot of the game, he went to stand on the opposite side of the table from Nick. He waited until his man was looking at him and bend a little to take aim. He lightly moved his right hand around the butt (whoever thought of that name for the grip if the cue was a genius, he thought) of the stick a few times before taking it in a firmer grip and letting the stick slide between the fingers of his left hand a few times to aim. Instead of looking at the shot he was about to make, he looked at Nick and saw the way his gaze had come to rest on Warrick’s right hand, obviously noticing the none too subtle movement he made seconds earlier. Warrick’s shot missed, which didn’t surprise him. Actually looking where he was shooting would probably have been better. But at this point, ogling Nick when he bent over the table and being able to walk up to him and whisper something in his ear every now and then sounded like a much better plan.

Nick grinned when he saw Warrick had missed, and got over to the table. The moment he bent a little to take aim, Warrick walked up to him. He stood next to Nick, hands loosely resting on the edge of the table. Nick turned his head to see what he was up to and looked straight into Warrick's eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up under the intense gaze that came from those green eyes, and he had to force himself to look at the game again. Warrick saw the moment of hesitation is his eyes, lowered his head a little and, in a somewhat loud whisper to get over the noise of the music, said:

'Damn baby, seeing you bend over like that just turns me on every time.'

He moved past Nick, stealthily letting his groin touch Nick's ass for a second.

'Can you feel it Nicky,' he continued, voice a bit hoarse. 'Can you feel how hard I'm getting just by looking at you.'

He moved away a few inches and got back to looking at Nick. Nick tried to keep his focus on the game, not so much because he wanted to win, but he just didn't want to give in to Warrick. He had suggested going out, and he sure as hell wasn't suggesting breaking it off early to go home and do whatever the hell Warrick would come up with, as he had promised earlier tonight. He took a deep breath and took the shot. He pocketed the ball easily and turned around to look at Warrick, smug smile on his face.

'Even distracting me isn't going to make me lose Warrick,' he said.

Warrick reached out and grabbed Nick by his shirt, pulling him close.

'I don't want you to lose the game, Nicky. I want you to lose it. I want to get you so turned on you'll be the one having a hard time waiting until we get home.'

Nick visibly swallowed.

'Ri-ick,' his voice was almost a whine, 'cut it out man. You're not going to get me all hot and bothered right here, damnit.'

Warrick grinned. 'Don't be so sure about that,' he said. He released Nick's shirt and let his hand travel down over the soft fabric, coming to a halt just above Nick's belt. He glanced down for a second.

'Because as far as I can see, you're getting there already.'

Nick felt the blush, that had just faded, come back with a vengeance.

'Cut it out Warrick!' He said, giving his man his best glare.

It didn't seem to impress Warrick for one second. Instead he grabbed Nick by his belt and wrapped his other arm around Nick's waist and drew him even closer, using the pool table to stay out of sight for the majority of the crowd in the bar as he ground his hips against Nick's.

'You sure about that baby?' He crooned. 'Because as far as I can feel it, you seem pretty much up for it.'

Nick tightened his grip around his pool stick, desperately trying to hang on to his intention of playing a few games instead of just going home, but the slow movements of Warrick's hips against his own made that very difficult. Somehow that whole idea of spending a night on the town didn't seem as important anymore, but he sure as hell didn't want to give in so easily. A man had to stick with his plans every now and then.

He decided to try reasoning with his man. 'Rick, we're in a bar, for Christ sake. Let's just finish the game, empty our drinks and go home after. I already promised you I'd do whatever you want.'

Warrick turned a little, butt leaning against the pool table now, and that way keeping most of Nick out of sight from the crowd. His arm still around Nick's waist, he used the knuckles of his other hand to rub against the erection he'd felt seconds before.

'God Nick, you're so hard already,' he murmured close to his lover's ear. 'I wanna bring you off right here baby.'

For a moment Nick almost did a cartoon character impersonation, eyes so big they were almost popping out of his head.

'Were in the middle of a friggin' bar, Rick!' He said, shock audible in his voice.

Warrick shrugged. 'So? If you stay where you are, no one can see what I'm doing.'

Using his whole hand now to palm Nick's cock through the thick layer of denim, he added: 'And I'm not gonna bend you over the table and strip you. But the idea of you getting off right here in the middle of this friggin' bar is almost enough for me to come as well.'

The moment he felt a strong hand open his fly, Nick knew he'd lost the battle. He looked over Warrick's shoulder and saw that the tall, strong body of his man was indeed keeping him out of sight from the others. As long as nobody would walk up to them, that was. He really wasn't keen on any PDA's. Not because he was with a man, but it was how he was brought up and he'd never been fully able to shake his discomfort. But the moment he felt a warm hand get a firm grip on his hard cock, pulling it out of his pants and starting to stroke him, he was lost. Because there was just no way he could resist the way Warrick made him feel. He knew exactly how he had to touch Nick to make him forget his own name, let alone the world around him.

And if Warrick's touch alone wasn't enough, he kept whispering to him, in that low hoarse voice that could get him hard in an instant.

'O fuck, Nicky, that's it. You're so hard baby, I can feel you leaking already. It makes me wanna take you to that table in the corner, sit down, take my cock out and pull your pants down just far enough for me to fuck you when you come sit on my lap.'

Nick gasped. 'Jesus Warrick!'

'Or kneel down and blow you right here. That's how hot you're making me Nicky. That's why I wanted to go home, because I just can't control myself around you.'

He changed the grip he had on Nick's waist and pulled him close against him, speeding up the movements around Nick's cock. 'You're almost there, aren't ya?'

Nick could only nod, desperately trying to keep his composure and not to let his head fall back and let out his moans.

'Me too baby,' Warrick groaned. He briefly let go of Nick's erection, just long enough to open the buttons of his own pants, take his cock, that was just as hard as Nick's, out and take them both in a strong grip.

Nick couldn't hold back a moan this time, sensation almost too much to bear. Trying not to move too much, he started thrusting into Warrick's grip, meeting his man's movements.

'O fuck, Rick,' he moaned. 'I'm gonna...'

He hid his face against Warrick's shoulder, trying to stifle the sounds he was making as he came, the intensity of his orgasm making him shudder. Warrick followed about a second later, biting his lip hard to keep quiet. They held onto each other until their orgasms subsided and they had the feeling they could stand up without support again. They both quickly tucked their cocks back into their pants and briefly looking around for weird looks from any of the other customers. Nobody seemed to have noticed, all caught up in their own game or conversation.

Nick was the first to realize. 'O man, Warrick. Our shirts!'

Warrick looked down and saw the evidence of what happened all over them. And even though they could clean things up with a few napkins, there was no way to escape the black light behind the bar when they'd get something to drink.

He pulled Nick against him once more, and quickly stole a kiss before he whispered.

'You stay here, I'll go get our jackets. I'd say it's time to go home.'