Title: A Fantasy Realized
By: Carina Scott
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Jim's fantasy is fufilled.
Pairing: Warrick/Jim

Jim's POV

I could kiss Nick Stokes right now. Plant a big, sloppy, wet one, right smack on the lips. Because of him I am seeing something I only ever fantasized about. And to think I almost said no. Taking in the sight before me, I am so happy I said yes. Yes, indeed.

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"Jim! Hey Jim, wait up!"

Turning around, I spot Nick Stokes running down the hall towards me. "Yeah, Nick? Something I do can for you?"

"I hope so. I have a favor to ask you." I gesture for him to continue. "You see, Rick's car is in the shop, so I gave him a lift to work today. Being absentminded, I completely forgot that I have an appointment today that I really can't miss. I'm supposed to drop Rick off at home, but if I do, I won't make it to my appointment on time. If I leave now, I will make it by with only minutes to spare. Since you only live about fifteen minutes away, and you pass his place on the way home, do you mind giving him a lift for me?"

Feeling the weariness course through my body, I am very tempted to say no, but the pleading look in Nick's eyes persuades me otherwise. "Sure Nick, I'll give Warrick a lift home. Do you know where I can find him?"

"Yeah, he's in the locker room, changing to go home. I wasn't sure if you'd agree so he doesn't know about the change in plans. Do you mind filling him in?"

"I'll tell him."

"Thanks, Jim. I owe you one."

"I'll remember that," I call to him as he races towards the exit. Turning around with a little more pep in my step, I head to the locker room. As tired as I am, the prospect of spending time alone with Warrick, even fifteen minutes, gives me a burst of energy that coffee couldn't come close to replicating. I enter the locker room, only to find it empty. ‘Must be in the break room.' As I turn to leave I hear what sounds like running water. Looking around once more, I call out "Is anyone in here?" Not getting a response I head towards the shower intent on turning off the water. ‘No need wasting taxpayer dollars on unused water.' Rounding the corner to enter the shower, I freeze in my tracks.

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Standing under the spray of the shower is none other than Warrick Brown in all his bronze glory. My living, breathing mocha-skinned fantasy. I stand there frozen, unable to move. I know this is wrong, a violation of his privacy, I really should leave. My brain knows this, but it seems that the message is lost as it travels to my legs. My brain is screaming ‘Run! Leave! Do something! If he turns around and catches you, you are a dead man!' I know all of this, yet I can't make my legs cooperate. Instead I stand there for another five minutes watching this epitome of masculinity. My attention is drawn to the drops of water that travel along his body. I follow on drop as it glides across his shoulders, cascading down his back, before disappearing between the taught muscular globes of his ass. I want to trace that same path with my tongue, tasting that delicious and delectable skin as I go. I force myself to suppress a moan as I notice Warrick reaching to turn off the water. Realizing that in moments I am gonna have a lot of explaining to do, I finally make myself move from the spot I have been cemented to, heading towards the lockers. Sitting down on the bench, I beg my body to calm down. I really don't feel like explaining the bulge in my pants to Warrick. Leaning forward in shame, I rest my head in my hands, wracked with guilt.

Lost in thought, I am startled when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I find myself into the concerned green eyes of Warrick Brown, the object of both my lust and guilt.

"Jim, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Rick. I'm fine, just tired," I reply, hoping my voice comes across as nice and casual.

"Whatcha doin' waiting in here?" Warrick asks me nonchalantly as he changes into jeans and a t-shirt.

Turning away from him, which is the last thing I want to do, I answer in the calmest voice I can manage. "I came to give you a ride...err, lift home. Nick had an appointment he couldn't miss, so he asked me if I would mind dropping you at home. So here I am."

"Thanks for the offer Jim, but that's okay. I can tell your beat, so I'll just catch a cab home. Thanks anyway."

"Well, if you want to catch a cab, that's fine, but don't do it because you think you're inconveniencing me. I pass your place on my way home, so I don't mind stopping by your place, it'll only take a few minutes. No need for you to waste money on cab fare."

"Well, as long as it's not too out of your way, then okay. Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready."

"Okay, meet me at my care when you are ready," I say as I exit the locker room. As I head towards the parking lot, flashes of Warrick's naked and wet body flash repeatedly in my mind. ‘How the hell am I going to ride with him all the way to his house?' Getting into my truck, I pray that I don't do anything to embarrass myself.

Five minutes later, Warrick opens the door and climbs in. Suddenly I am aware that the cab of my truck feels incredibly small. Warrick's scent and presence is almost overwhelming, yet very pleasant. Controlling my body's reaction to his closeness, I start the engine.

"Ready?"

~*~

Surprisingly, the ride to Warrick's place isn't too bad. It has mostly been silent, both of us tired and lost in thought, but not uncomfortable. There is no feeling that we need to fill the silence with mindless chatter. I haven't felt this comfortable and content in a long time, and I really don't want it to end.

Pulling up in front of Warrick's condo, I turn the engine off with a sigh. "Well, here you are."

"Yeah, here I am," he replies with a sigh. Looking over, I take in Warrick's demeanor, the slump of his shoulders, the fact that he hasn't made a move to open the door. It's almost as if he doesn't want to get out of the truck. "So Jim, you wanna come up for a drink?"

Really not ready to be rid of his company, I reply, "Sure, what you got?"

"Coffee, beer, scotch, juice, and water. Your choice," he answers as he gets out of the truck. Closing the door behind me, I click the button on my keys to make sure the truck is secure. Hearing the little beep, I follow Warrick to his door. As I enter his home, I am suddenly pinned up against the wall, Warrick's face only inches from mind.

"So did you enjoy the view?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Don't play coy with me Jim. I know you were there. So again, did you like the view?"

Fear courses through me as the realization of what he is talking about sinks in. "Warrick, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong but--" I gasp as he presses his body closer to mine. As scared as I am at the thought of this man pounding on me, and not in a good way, I am also very aroused. That is, until I feel Warrick's bulging erection into my hip.

"Don't be sorry, I'm not." He leans in and licks my ear, sending a shiver through my body. His voice husky with desire, he whispers "I knew you were there. I could feel your eyes on me as they traveled over my body. I wanted you to join me, to feel your hands touch me everywhere, just like the water. Do you wanna touch me Jim?"

"Yes," I reply barely above a whisper, my cock throbbing, aching to be released from its uncomfortable linen prison.

I feel his hands as they travel up my chest, before he begins unbuttoning my shirt. As each button is freed, he places light kisses to the skin as it's exposed, only to retrace the path with his tongue once my shirt is removed. Finally reaching my lips, he takes my mouth in a passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth, and press my body closer to his.

"Bedroom, now," he says as we break apart, oxygen becoming necessary. Without another word, he guides me to his bedroom, each of us shedding clothes along the way. By the time we reach the bedroom we are both completely naked. With a gentle push from Warrick, I fall onto the bed. Looking up at my soon to be lover, I take in every inch of his body. From the defined torso, to the muscular thighs, the long legs, and up to the hard cock of this bronze god, I memorize every inch. I moan as look up into Warrick's intense emerald gaze, full of passion, desire, and a promise of things to come. I watch as Warrick's eyes skim across my body, my skin on fire as I look at him. Normally I am somewhat self conscious about my body, but the look on Warrick's face as he looks at me, makes me feel like the most handsome man alive. Moving quickly towards the bed, Warrick straddles me, our erections rubbing against each other, eliciting moans from each of us. Reaching up, I pull Warrick forward until our lips meet. Taking his mouth in a powerful and sensual kiss, I can feel myself harden even more.

He takes his time, reveling in the moans his sweet torture rips from my mouth. With his hands playing with my nipples he leans in and gives me a kiss that causes my toes to curl. I have never met a man that puts so much into a kiss, as if he can't get enough. And now that I have felt his kisses, I know that I can't. Breaking apart, I look up to find Warrick staring down at me, his gaze intent and serious. "Jim as much as I want you, and believe me I want you so much it hurts, I can't do this if it is only a one night thing. I couldn't handle that, do you understand what I'm saying."

Reaching up, I cup his face, running my thumb along his kiss swollen lips, "Yes, Warrick, I understand. I have wanted you for a long time, and if you are willing, as you seem to be, I would love to make this more than one night. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, more than I have been in a long time," Warrick replied before claiming my mouth once again. After he releases my mouth he looks down at me again, emerald eyes almost gone black with desire. "I want to make love to you Jim, but I don't want to hurt you."

Understanding what he was asking, "I have been with other men before, but it has been a while. I want you to make love to me."

Reaching over to his nightstand, Warrick grabbed the lube and condom. Tearing the condom packet open and removing it, Warrick moved to place the condom on me. Touching his hand to halt his movement, he looked up at me confusion on his face, "You don't want--"

Placing a finger to his lips, "Shh. Yes, Rick I want to do this, so much. It's just that I want you inside me, claiming me, making me yours."

I can tell from the look on his face that he is surprised, but he recovers quickly. Slowly he eases the condom onto his throbbing erection, before opening the bottle of lube, coating his fingers. He slips one finger into me slowly, before adding another, scissoring to stretch the muscle. Soon his two fingers become three, stroking over that sweet spot periodically. "Now...I need....you ...in me...now." I moan as he continues to thrust in and out of my body with his fingers. Before I can complain about the loss of those fingers, I am filled with his cock, taking away my ability to think, not to mention talk. The pain slowly transforms into pleasure, causing me to thrust back onto Warrick's cock. Getting the message, Warrick begins to thrust slowly in and out of me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, Warrick begins a hard quick pace. Knowing neither of us will last long, I begin to stroke my cock in time with Warrick's thrust. Soon Warrick's hand joins mine, and he strokes my cock and pounds into me in earnest, driving us me with completion. With a few more thrusts, Warrick collapses onto me, finally finding his release.

We lay there for several moments, as our breaths slow, just holding onto each other. Warrick slowly slips from my body, and heads into the bathroom. Returning, he wipes us off with a warm washcloth, before pulling the blankets up over us. Laying my head on his chest, I lay there, listening to my new lover as his breaths even out into those of sleep. There is no need for words, everything that needs to be said, has already been said. I do love Warrick, and eventually I will tell him, but only when the time is right. I have a feeling he feels the same way, but only time will tell. The last thought I have before joining my lover in sleep, is that Nick Stokes owes me nothing. After tonight, I might just owe him.

THE END