Yeehaw

Title: Yeehaw
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Stud Muffin Lovin'
Summary: A tense stand-off, a single word, and two people who thought they were losing each other start getting their relationship back on track.
Warnings: Angst, but otherwise, nothing but lovin'. :)

It's all he can do to make it through his shift, even though he's not even back full-time for another couple of days. Thanks to some sort of plan to give him extra time to readjust, and there's no ignoring who he has to thank for that one.

Because as far as he'd fallen, Nick had stuck right by him, despite every single shitty thing he'd done. The pills had been bad, but the worst part had definitely been his infidelity. Not that he'd truly cheated on Nick, seeing as how they hadn't really been together at that time, but it certainly had felt like it. He'd never forget how hurt he had felt lying alone, naked as the day he was born, in that cold, empty bed. And he'd known, without any semblance of a doubt that if it had been Nick, there would have been a warm snoozing body next to him when his eyes opened.

There was little doubt in Warrick's mind that he'd ever let the case go, not really. But, there was no denying that he'd finally been able to find himself in the fucked up mess he was drowning in. It had made him almost nauseous at first, but it hadn't taken him long to accept that Nicky was his life preserver.

Which had helped him along, since it had been Nick that had forced him to start therapy with a psychiatrist. Just over a week into his sessions he'd come to the conclusion that he needed a hell of a lot more time to get his fucked up life back into some semblance of order.

Of course the real improvement hadn't really happened until the end of the second week when Nick had gone to his therapy session with him. It had been awkward, but afterwards, they'd gone out and had some drinks, and with their emotions both running a little rampant, it hadn't been a terribly big surprise to either of them when the night had ended with a few drunken kisses, and them falling asleep, fully clothed on Nick's couch.
What Warrick found truly amazing about everything, was that the next morning, neither one of them had flipped out, and they had spent the day messing around and exploring each other, body, mind, and heart.

After that it had been more of a challenge to keep their hands to themselves. They'd already done just about everything Warrick could possibly imagine, which was definitely saying something as he was taking Nick, and several years worth of fantasies into account.

And that was how he had ended up in this predicament in the first place. There were a lot of things that could make a shift utterly miserable, and having a rock hard erection was one of most definitely one of them.

In some ways it made him feel rather weird, sitting very close to the bench in the lab he was temporarily confined to until he was allowed to go back out into the field. He'd faced losing Nick far too many times, but this time it had been different. Warrick was still rattled over the whole incident in the parking garage. The marks his fingernails had left in his palms, when he'd clenched them while praying that Nick knew what he doing, were still perfectly visible to the naked eye. And in that moment he'd had to face the prospect of never being able to see Nick again.
It was something he'd faced before, but this time, they'd finally crossed the line from best friends to lovers, and that had brought them closer together than they'd ever been to anyone else.

His eyes continuously stole glances at the clock on the wall, waiting impatiently for the hour hand to move a bit faster. Even with a shortened shift, this was going to be far too long of a wait. So he settled into his seat, and tried to covertly adjust himself so that his erection wouldn't cause too much discomfort.

He was exhausted. Or rather, he was ready to get to bed, even though being in bed definitely didn't mean just sleep anymore.
A slight grin took over his face at that thought. He'd spent years dreaming that it would happen, and now that he finally had the one thing he wanted, he felt twenty years younger, and he could honestly say he was more content than he had ever been before.

Even if that meant he'd been coming into work for the past two weeks with one hell of a sore ass, and several hickies with unfortunate locations.
Of course some good-natured teasing was hardly going to make him give up the most incredible sex he'd ever had. And he had noticed that it seemed to be bringing Catherine and himself a bit closer once more, which he was grateful for. That and Greg seemed a bit more cheerful as well, as did Brass, and even Grissom. Which meant it was a win-win situation from him.

The second his shift was over he was in the locker room, and was practically throwing his stuff around in his rush to get the hell to his truck, and more importantly, back home. He wasn't really sure how Warrick's first half-shift back had been, but at the moment he figured that could wait until they were both quite sated.

He was already hard by the time he got to his Tahoe, and was scrambling to find the key that would open the door. When he finally found the right one he couldn't hold back his triumphant grin as he reached to open the door. Only, not even a second later he felt his entire body being forced forwards, until he was pressed against the side of his vehicle with his arms pinned between his chest and the door of his truck. Unable to move, he quickly started to struggle until he felt the warm body press in against his back. The shock was gone the second he felt the erection digging into hip, or perhaps it was the oversized belt buckle digging into him along with the erection that had him instantly relaxed. Either way, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it was Warrick holding him in place.

"Ya know Rick… as much as I love feeling you pressed up against me- you might have waited until we could do somewhere where a little less clothing wouldn't be a problem…"

All he got in response was something that sounded like a jumbled up growl combined with a loud moan. And before Nick could really register what was happening, he was being pulled back, and then he was being pushed forward. It took a few seconds to register that Warrick had opened the door, and then he was being turned around and the next thing Nick knew he was on his back in the middle seat with Warrick attacking his neck.
He didn't think to start protesting until his shirt was long gone and Warrick had gotten past his belt and fly and was just about to start sliding his pants down. Because, as much as Nick wanted his man inside of him, he wasn't all that keen on giving the rest of the world a show.

Not that he was anticipating Warrick pushing him further down the seat so his whole body was in the car, and a second later he let out a loud grunt when the door slammed and Warrick moved to awkwardly straddle his hips. It wasn't long before Warrick's shirt had bit the dust. After that Warrick didn't waste any time before leaning forward and beginning another assault on Nick's neck.

Nick couldn't hold back a loud moan as Warrick's lips started traveling down towards his shoulder, and then their erections were rubbing together, separated only by Nick's briefs and Warrick's jeans. His eyes closed as he tried to stifle a particularly loud moan as Rick's lips neared his nipples. The next thing he knew the weight was suddenly gone, and his eyes snapped open just in time to see his man trying to keep himself from falling even further between the middle seat and the backs of the front seats.

The look on Warrick's face had Nick laughing in no time at all, and he couldn't help but savor the moment. It wasn't until he'd finally managed to control his laughter a reasonable amount that he decided it was about time he helped. "I think you could use some help there, huh 'Rick?"

He honestly didn't find it the least bit amusing, but it take long for Warrick to acknowledge that he wasn't getting out of this on his own. A little begrudgingly, he gave Nick his hand and let the other man pull him back up.

To say he was disappointed was hardly doing Warrick enough justice, especially when this was one of his favorite fantasies. He'd spent the entire last hour playing this out in his mind, and naturally, he'd never thought this would be how it all ended.

Warrick was so caught up in his own thoughts that it took a moment for him to realize that Nick was pushing him around. Unsure of what his man was doing he started trying to guess what Nick was up to. Only, his brain couldn't come up with a logical reason why Nick would be positioning his body into the middle of the bench seat, and his confusion sunk in even further when he watched Nick fasten a seatbelt around his waist.

And then Nick was straddling his hips, and Warrick couldn't help but gulp at the feral look in the Texan's eyes. He'd seen it a few times before, but it had definitely never turned him on nearly as much as he was now. It slowly registered that Nick was only wearing his briefs now, and that while Nick's lips were busy suckling his nipples, the man's hands were hard at work getting his pants down to his knees.

It was all Warrick could do to try and reciprocate the kisses Nick was giving him, because this new and in-charge Nick was someone he hadn't expected to encounter. At least not in this capacity. The fact that his hips were being held in place by the seatbelt wasn't helping any either once Nick started grinding his cock against Warrick's own throbbing dick. The fabric of Nick's brief dragging against their skin was almost more than Warrick thought he was capable of handling.

Then the briefs were gone. He had no idea how Nick had gotten rid of them so quickly, but the absence of any clothing between them was impossible not to notice once Nick started grinding their erections together once more. The skin to skin contact had Warrick's mind ready to explode at any moment, and he could barely think clearly enough to know that this wasn't how he wanted this to end.

The grin on Nick's face had Warrick moaning even more, and he could've sworn he was on the brink of losing all control. Naturally, that was when Nicky thought it wise to pull back. With a frustrated growl, it took the cool sensation of liquid on his erection to snap his attention back onto what Nick was doing. The lube was far colder than he'd been expecting, which was both a blessing and a curse at the moment, because it meant his release would most likely be postponed for a little longer. Although when he noticed that Nick's other hand was out of sight preparing himself for Warrick's cock, there was a lot more doubt in Warrick's mind about how long he was going to last.

Not even a second later he was fully impaled on Warrick's cock. His cry still lingering in Warrick's ears, and if he hadn't been too busy moaning, he was sure it would have made him laugh.

Both were on edge, and control was definitely fleeting as Nick placed his arms on the front seats, and began pulling himself up and then dropping his body back down. His pace was vigorous, and they were both sweating from the heat that was engulfing them. It was all Warrick could do to wrap his arms around Nick's waste, his hands wrapped firmly around Nick's cock, and then holding on for the ride of his life.

They didn't last for much longer, both were far too close to the brink to hold back any longer, and amidst the combination of their bodies arching into each other and desperate attempts to fill their lungs with air, it was impossible to even tell who was the first one to find release.

What they did know, was that seconds later they were both collapsed, Warrick with his legs sprayed as far as possible, head thrown back as he slouched in the seat, with Nick laying out across the bench seat. Warrick waited for a few moments before finally grabbing his pants and hastily wiping himself and Nicky off.

After several minutes of complicated maneuvering, he managed to get himself unbuckled, out from beneath his man, and get his boxers back on. He did his best to slip into the front, apologizing when he accidently hit Nick with his foot.

He cursed silently when he realized he didn't have his keys, and smirked when he saw Nick's hand stretched out towards him, holding them in his open palm. With a sigh he started the ignition, and carefully cared out of the parking space before heading towards Nick's home. Once there, he pulled into the garage, using the electronic button to close the door behind them.

With a groan he turned the keys, listening to the engine die. After a quick glance in the rear-view mirror he smiled when he noticed Nick was fast asleep, his body still stretched across the entire middle seat, without anything covering him. Forcing himself to get up, Warrick grimaced when his feet hit the concrete floor, and he hurried to the other door. It took more effort than he had expected to get Nicky scooped up into his arms, but once he was there Warrick knew it was worth it. The feel of the powerful muscles, covered by Nick's smooth skin sent spasms of pure desire through his body, and he knew exactly what he wanted once they were inside.

Except once he had Nick in their bed he couldn't hold back his own yawn, and begrudgingly decided that any more physical activities would have to wait until morning. He through his boxers off, and climbed into the bed behind Nick, before firmly wrapping his arms around his man's waist.
His eyes started to drift shut, and all he could really remember thinking at the moment that this was something he needed. That he'd never be able to do without. And that he was damn grateful that Nick was there, lying in his arms. Right where he was supposed to be.