Fic: Seminar, Chapter 2 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Warrick Brown / Don Flack)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 2
Fandom: CSI / CSI NY / CSI Miami
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
Prologue
Chapter 1
Thursday 10: 43
Second day of the Seminar
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Auditorum
“Are you still awake?”
In his boredom induced trance Warrick hadn’t even realised that someone had sat sown on the seat next to him. The lecturer continued her babbling and he turned to meet a familiar pair of blue eyes.
“Are you here twenty-four seven?”
“No, but I had to leave my cases to others till this freakshow is over.” Flack grunted. His tone made it clear he was not exactly happy about the forced honorary assignment. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“All that stuff.” He pointed to the stage where an overeager woman was demonstrating new methods in fingerprint analysis. “Does anyone actually use that stuff when they get home?”
“Normally I just do it like I’ve always done it. If it works, why change it?”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Nobody really comes to seminars to learn stuff. Except rookies.”
“And senior officers come to these things to get away from work.”
“Time away to roam and play.” Warrick confirmed.
“Roam and play?”
“One of my buddies said that. But he was a dealer in a casino.”
“Planning to go clubbing again?”
“After last night? No thanks.”
“Then we’ll have to come up with other ways to get you laid.”
“You keep talking about that, but you haven’t done anything about it.” Warrick grinned and kept his eyes on the lecturer. “All talk and no action.”
“I can do action too.” Flack was now wearing an identical grin. “But not just before lunch.”
“Man of priorities….”
“Hey, it’s one of the few perks of this seminar gig: Free food.”
“I’m agreeing here!”
“Keep your voice down. That was the third time the old crow’s been giving us dirty looks.”
“Wait a minute. Why are you even here? You don’t need to attend lectures.”
“Good thing too, because I didn’t understand that dame when she was talking about the weather.”
“So why are you here?”
“For the company. And I don’t have anything better to do till the three o’clock meeting”
“How many times do they have to rewrite the schedules?”
“That’s what I was wondering too. I think people go there for coffee and leave when they run out of pastries.”
“So you got three hours to kill.”
“You still wanna handle your little problem?”
“There’s nothing small about my problem. Or anything else.”
“You the type to play hookie?”
“The afternoon lecture is about note taking techniques. I can skip that.”
“Are you sure?” Flack smirked. “You may need it right after you get back to Vegas.”
“I can take notes just fine.” Warrick assured. “You got something to back up the talk?”
“Your room, after lunch. I’ll show you.”
“Is that part of the seminar schedule?”
“Hell yeah. I go from door to door to make sure all the guests are happy. Today I`m booked for two blowjobs in 2438 and 5342, a handjob in 5473 and the full treatment in 4529.” Flack finished his list with a serious face and waited.
Warrick managed to control himself for fourteen seconds. Then he cracked and started laughing. The lecturer paused to gave him a stern glance.
“You’re not gonna be the teachers pet.” Flack commented. “Make sure you`re on time.”
He got up and walked out of the auditorium.
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Thursday 11: 57
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Hotel corridor, third floor
Warrick rummaged through his pockets, trying to find his key card. He had seen Flack in the hotel restaurant wolfing down meatballs, but then the man had just vanished. Warrick wasn`t sure if Flack had actually meant what he said, but wanted to be prepared just in case. He finally found his key card and opened the door.
When he walked in his first instinct told him to grab his gun. A second later he realised who the man sitting on his bed actually was. Flacks was examining his bags with a barely concealed amusement. He heard the sound of the door and looked up.
“How the hell did you get in here?”
“I asked the cleaning lady to let me in.” Flack smirked.
“And she just let you in.”
“I can be very persuasive.”
“And you started a room inspection?”
“You weren’t kidding when you said you said you come to these things to roam and play.” He pulled a large box of condoms out of Warrick`s bag. “You’re planning to use them all in one week?”
“I was a boy scout in a previous life, I’m always ready.”
“Good policy.” Flack eyed Warrick closely. “Pitcher or catcher?”
“Catcher.”
“Sounds good to me. Get naked.”
“Is that your normal pick-up line?”
“No, I use it when I know the guy is a sure thing. Naked.”
Warrick grinned and pulled his jacket off. His shirt, shoes and socks followed, leaving him in his jeans. Blue eyes watched him intently.
“Am I the only one getting naked here?”
“I wanna see what I’m dealing with. Jeans.”
“You first.”
Flack chuckled. He got up and peeled away his shirt. His leatherjacket was already laying on the back of a chair. He kicked off his shoes and took a step closer.
“Jeans off.” When his demand didn’t seem to lead to immediate actions, he decided to resort to plan B.
He grabbed Warrick by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall. He pressed their lips together and this time he was greeted with full co-operation. Warrick`s hands wandered down to the other man’s ass, pulling him closer.
“Are you gonna take them off now or do I have to do everything myself?”
“Go ahead.” Warrick took Don’s hand and guided it down to his zipper.
Chapter 3 (NC-17)