Comments | timothy_speedle: reply to H

timothy_speedle

reply to H

Sep 23, 2011 20:46

This new..almost sly Horatio was cute. When Horatio admitted to the mirror, Timothy smiled. “There’s a lot of new things I wanted to try with you. Mirror, fist, roleplay..” Timothy laughed quietly, shaking his head. He never did admit to any of these things before and he absolutely regretted that. He wouldn’t allow it to happen again. “Out in the ( Read more... )

Leave a comment

Back to all threads

h_caine September 26 2011, 06:57:05 UTC

There had been a slight shift in their relationship that although just now resumed was perceptible. Speedle was slightly more giving, able to apologise and Caine was slightly more assertive, able to better voice his wants. Though the rôles of submissive and dominant had not changed for the first time there was a grey area between them, even if very slim ( ... )

h_caine September 26 2011, 06:57:32 UTC

Caine was unable to get hard again and yet as Speed’s fingers massaged his thighs he could feel the tension starting to wind his lower abdomen. It made him grit his teeth and thankfully Tim’s laugh was a enough of a distraction to allow him to maintain his attempted seduction. Horatio recalled Eric Delko having a similar reaction to his “time to get high” rejoinder during the '420 Boyz’ case. It was part of his carefully cultivated myth of personality to appear quite reserved, almost patrician, when in reality he came from a past of violence and poverty. His desire to share the laugh almost broke his expression but Horatio managed to control himself. Having to stay unreadable through countless interviews served him well now.

For this moment, no matter how brief it may end up being, H actually felt that he had control over Speedle. The dark-haired man was squirming underneath him, his milked-dry cock somehow finding it’s way back to arousal punctuated by throbbing twitches that Caine could feel against his own body. It had to hurt ( ... )

h_caine September 26 2011, 06:57:56 UTC

Caine utterly regretted teasing Tim. Time having dulled his recollection of just how violently jealousy propelled the actions of his lover. He tried to still his quivering jaw enough to speak but found himself forced upon his hands and knees instead. At first H could not get his elbows underneath him to prop himself up, leaving his ass higher than his head. From the corner of his bleary blue eyes he could just see Tim over him. The strong pressure on his back kept him from getting his arms in the right position to raise his chest and head and he was stuck almost helpless, his cheek resting against the fabric of the sheets. He could feel the sheer heat of Speedle’s hard-on before it touched his aching, punished ass-hole; and his entire body tensed except that area- the muscles there still too newly abused to respond. Only deep inside him did his bowel muscles still clench and release, automatically responding to the penetration. Each thrust forward gave all pain and no pleasure and despite his best effort to stifle the sound a sob ( ... )

h_caine September 26 2011, 06:58:17 UTC

The lapse lasted only a moment, less than half a minute, and it was Speedle speaking in his ear that brought him back to his senses. Struggling to ground his thoughts and senses he mumbled a mix of 'I am sorry’ and 'I deserve this for leaving’ that left his tongue as a jumbled mess. He felt light and could not discern whether Tim was above or below him- but he had said something, that was certain. What had he said? As Horatio’s hearing consciously returned and his pain-clouded mind started to sort itself he managed to respond. It was spoken weakly in a voice that was thin ( ... )

timothy_speedle September 27 2011, 02:34:07 UTC

Before flipping Horatio over, Timothy made sure he watched every muscle twitch, every facial response and had come to the (incorrect) conclusion that Horatio was fucking around. That guilt, not fear, made him turn away. Made his teeth chatter and forced his body to tense up. Well, that was enough for Timothy and although he had absolutely zero right to Horatio while they were apart, Timothy still felt the familiar pull of jealousy tugging at his reason, turning his eyes a dark almost black hue. It was a familiar sensation that only managed to rear it’s ugly green head when Horatio was around and Tim had not missed that sick, aroused, eager, devastated feeling after finding out when Horatio was with another. “You were weren’t you. You love dick up that tight ass, you were fucked. Weren’t you Horatio..” Timothy’s tone was eerily calm as he continued to take that hole, the already swollen reddened mass was barely gripping him, it was nothing like it was a few moments ago but that wasn’t the point of this fuck. Timmy just wanted to get ( ... )

timothy_speedle September 27 2011, 02:34:32 UTC

"You sucked off..who?" Timothy asked quietly, wondering if it was someone he knew. Still buried all the way inside of the older man, Tim closed his eyes and just inhaled. The thick scent of blood and sex and fluids hung in the air around them and it aroused Timothy near to full hardness. But he didn't continue the rut. This wasn't what he wanted to be like anymore, he didn't want to be jealous. He didn't want to ..hurt the man any more and already Tim had lost touch with that. With a grunt he pulled back and out, a hand smoothing along through Horatio's hair, then along his spine as he tried to help lower him down to the bed. Still somewhat out of breath and desperately needing a cigarette he felt all the energy drain out of him, finally noticing just how inflamed Horatio's backside was, the blood flecked semen that was around the once tight opening. "Horatio.." Tim started but cut himself off. What could he say? Apologize yet again and start the cycle over ( ... )

h_caine September 27 2011, 06:39:29 UTC

Horatio lay on Tim’s bed rather limply until the sudden coolness of Speed’s absence brought H around. He could hear water running and he furrowed his brows- Speedle was no long inside him. The pain was still there but it was much, much duller. Stiffly the redhead shifted with a wince that wrinkled the bridge of his nose as he tried to see just what the younger man was doing. Showering? Horatio wondered somewhat bewilderedly if he had fallen asleep; but the fresh fluid probed from his insides told him that notion was false ( ... )

h_caine September 27 2011, 06:39:55 UTC

“I am sorry I could not handle it, that I had to ask you to stop ( ... )

h_caine September 27 2011, 06:40:55 UTC

There was a faint note of injury in his last statement. As much as his brother’s attention was almost always of an unwanted kind to have Raymond ignoring him was almost worse. Ray had been his cross to bear for so long he felt off-balance now that weight was gone from his shoulders. In a twisted way, hidden deep inside him and never consciously voiced, he hoped for his brother to go astray. That way he could rush in and pick him up, dust him off and be the hero yet again. The selfless martyr walking his lonely path of caring for everyone but himself. Finding himself not a police officer in a highly visible, highly important way for the first time in his life left him stumbling. Having Speed helped, Speed was a cause. He remembered after Megan Donner quit the lab having lunch with her some months later and her asking after the staff- Speed being a hot topic:
‘Is Speedle still there ( ... )

h_caine September 27 2011, 06:42:29 UTC

Another thread of thought and this time an icy fear clawing at his belly. The crack of a high powered firearm, shots, and Speedle down. On the pavement in the middle of the goddamned street looking more surprised than anything else. The way the first responder had been somewhat dismissive of the incident to the point where H had wanted to drop his ass to the pavement. Don’t you know this is my boy? My Speedle that bullet almost killed? How can you act like this is nothing? This is everything! He had been screaming in his mind the entire time he had calmly handled the situation. And the gun cleaning kit. Still in Speed’s locker, still in the gift bag. Yes, Tim, he knew. Of course sleeping with someone had certain benefits- and if you were the 'lou’ of a detective who never cleaned his service arm it was quite useful when said detective was asleep to be able to furtively clean and oil his gun ( ... )

timothy_speedle September 27 2011, 17:08:34 UTC

At this point, Horatio was the complete opposite of how he was a few moments ago. "Don't move, okay?" Timothy gentled his tone as much as he could, which sounded so odd coming from the scruffier man. Being mindful of the inflamed skin around his opening, Timmy dabbed gently and sighed. There was that gnawing feeling of guilt in him once more and my it had been a while since he felt that, the last time was well, when he was 'dating' Horatio Caine and how he tortured that man. With the others he was with, they never mattered, Tim couldn't have cared less about any of them, which probably wouldn't mean much to Horatio but it meant everything to Timmy. Horatio was the one he cared for, loved. It was a twisted love, Timmy figured, but it was all he had to give right now. Though he wanted to be better.

"Teasing me shouldn't get you .." Raped. "..into this situation." Timothy corrected Horatio gently. "You know I can't keep doing this to you, it's sick." Tim exhaled a sigh. Pulling the cloth away, Timothy scowled at it, the normally ( ... )

timothy_speedle September 27 2011, 17:08:41 UTC

However Ray being brought up was something else entirely and Tim couldn't help the full body growl. It came from somewhere dark and deep inside of him. That place he managed to tap when he full on raped Nico. When they mutilated him. The weird feelings he had for Ray were all beastial. Jealousy that Ray wanted his mate, attraction because the man was so fucked up and just everything primal. However he wondered what Ray was up to, was he still into drugs? Was he still attached to Nico? Timothy was shocked the man was alive, frankly but Ray had a tendency of sneaking out of hard core situations. Tim could absolutely see the man coming face to face with Death himself and somehow making a deal with the out-witted skeleton. Ah well ( ... )

Back to all threads