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[timothy_speedle]

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

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[h_caine]

Horatio still could not shake the feeling that he had been found lacking to Tim somehow. That his merely human flesh had been unable to allow him to express the full enormity of how committed, how attached and how desirous he was of the younger man. As H lay quiet and Speedle gently tried to ease his pain and clean his body he blinked, his eyelids closing slowly and reopening just as languidly. Next time he would take it better. Caine knew he had to stay a step ahead of his always horny, rough and wild boy if he had any chance of keeping him- no matter what promises of love might be given. This time he wanted to captivate him- to keep Speed interested, to keep him from straying; though attempting to keep Speedle faithful had utterly failed before. This time he would take it to be his own responsibility, any blame on his own shoulders if he could not keep his lover satisfied. And though they discussed his own minor transgression he found his mind more filled with curiosity than jealousy for what and who Tim had been doing. There were

[h_caine]

How changed the younger Caine was these days. How independent and charming; how without malice, the poison of meth being fully purged from his system seemed to have drained his own venom with it. Raymond was very much the brother he recalled marrying Yelina, slightly more esoteric in his interests but his original personality intact. Still marching to the beat of his own drummer but at least now some kind of metre was recognisable again. Steady, even- well as even as the impish and impetuous of the Caine brother’s could be. Ray would still stand on the patio and piss off the balcony if that happened to be closer to him than the washroom when he realised he had to piss, but his eccentricity was of a harmless sort. More so self-centred than selfish. Indulging himself but not taking from others to do so- money of the upper class NYC art aficionados exempted. Not that H considered his brother completely disarmed

[h_caine]

The colour did not return to his face and Caine swallowed a lump in his dry throat, staring down at the pill bottle in his hands, his delicate fingers just lightly grasping it. Trust; but verify. That was his motto, how he dealt with the people in his life who truly mattered. Yet for so effusively professing his love of Tim he had not even give him an inkling of trust, let alone the chance to prove that accurate. Speed’s hands are warm against his suddenly clammy skin and he drags up his gaze, forcing himself to keep his sky blue eyes open as he leans into the kiss. The parting of their mouths unhurried, faces pressed together intimately. Speed says what Horatio has been aching to hear for so long- a peaceful, honest ‘I love you’ and H finds himself replying with a clumsy, stammered “I’m sorry”. He shook his head slightly after replying so lamely, colouring returning to his cheeks and neck in the form of a mottled blush and he touches his fingers to his fine brow before letting his hand slide down Speedle’s arm

[h_caine]

H blinked a few times as he shifts and reaches to add some more hot water to the tub, a shiver tripping across his bare shoulders and up the back of his scalp. He had absorbed what Speedle had been saying and he tried to formulate an accurate answer. How to explain just how Ray was

[timothy_speedle]

As the pair sat there in silence, Timothy examined his usually unreadable mate and couldn't help but quirk a brow as he noticed the teeny knowing smirk on those otherwise rather thin lips. "What?" Tim sounded somewhat amused and extremely curious, there was something in those warm blue eyes that Timothy couldn't quite place. "You look like the cat that ate the canary." Tilting his head, Tim continued to stroke through his hair, feeling the wet strands through his fingers. "You're being awfully quiet, moreso than usual." Chuckling he offered a warm glance to the older man. This was nice, this was something Timmy had never allowed before, just..relaxing. Laying with Horatio Caine. Talking. But he couldn't let himself get caught up in all of that, he wouldn't allow it and Timothy knew that was paranoia talking but he simply could not let Horatio so far in back then. He couldn't

[timothy_speedle]

The part about Ray dropping Horatio made sense. When that man found something else to occupy his time it seemed easy for him to focus on something else but he always went crawling back to Horatio. Usually broke and high. Bristling just at the thought Tim took a breath to try to relax the need to launch into another anti-Ray tirade. Tim supposed part of the anger towards the other red head was jealousy. And that pissed him off even more. No way should he be fucking jealous of Horatio's brother but there it was

[h_caine]

Just sitting with Speedle was novel and yet it felt comfortable, right. Worth any pain beyond a doubt; and made all the sweeter by the turmoil and trouble of the past. It made H feel as though there really could be more to their relationship than sex and work- and sex at work. He was not so naive to think this would be a frequent occurrence- clearly Speed had worked on developing his patience, his restraint, but H knew that deep inside the true Tim must be lurking. Even if somewhat tamed. A domesticated Speedle, how strange and wonderful a creature to share your life with.
“I was just thinking about some of our past experiences and the new ones that we can share.”
The comment in and of itself was not sexual but the playful heat in Caine’s blue eyes certainly was. Then he paused and half lidded his eyes, trying not to offer any clue if his next statement was connected to the one he had just spoken.
“Is Grissom in charge of my lab?”
The Miami-Dade crime lab was still his lab and Horatio knew that even if after dealing with Crow he ended

[h_caine]

If Timothy had meant his comment about Horatio being afraid to go unnoticed he had failed. As quietly as the words were spoken they still reached Caine. As flustered as he already was this worsened his jumbled emotions. Manipulating the bottle in his hands helped him try and calm himself but H still found himself struggling to verbalise what he felt needed to be said.
“Yes, Speed, for a moment I was afraid.”
He narrowed his gaze, faint brows lowering but the otherwise slack muscles of his face betraying that it was introspection not anger that caused the change of expression.
“I mistrust you and I need to fix that. I...need to fix that- but I have seen you loose control of your violent tendencies. I thought that this might be one of those times and I want...”
He groaned at his own stumbling. What Caine, what do you want?“I want to be enough for you. I want to push my body to breaking point for you, but, I am only a man

[h_caine]

Snuggled in the towel offered him by Tim and feeling soothed and comforted by his touches H leans back against him; and the warm pleasurable feeling that settles in the pit of his belly makes him wish he was capable of been taken again tonight. He had no answers to give Speed as to why Tripp had given him the brush off while in New York.
“I thought perhaps you would know. If there was some prevailing antagonism lingering towards me among the Miami, and former Miami crew I thought the least he could do was tell me so. Frank has always been my closest friend here, and he has been since my days on the Bomb Squad.”
H furrowed his brows and started, much more steady on his feet now after his soak, back towards the bed. The truth was Frank was one of his only friends who was just a friend. He still found himself recalling the fact that Timothy and the imposing detective had screwed, trying to imagine it. And Speed had taken him. Taken that massive, thick, uncut horse cock of Frank’s that Horatio had to work to keep from admiring to the

[timothy_speedle]

Timothy could accept that, he supposed. Though the non-response had illicited a strange look in those warm blue eyes and it made Timothy tingle. "Well that does sound exciting, i've been thinking the same things." Timothy replied, smiling softly. It was rare when the younger man smiled, even moreso since Horatio left and when he did it was barely noticible, almost like the ghost of a smile. But it was still there. When Grissom was brought up, Timothy knew exactly why. Horatio had always been jealous of his relationship with the pudgy CSI and Tim could never understand out of all of the people he had fucked around with Grissom raised his ire so much. Managed to get under his skin. Allowing the question to linger for a few moments, Timothy shook his head once

[timothy_speedle]

The question startled him and Tim blinked for a moment before barking out a surprised laugh. "No." The answer was instantaneous. "No he wasn't, Horatio. Yes Ray was good.." Timmy had to give him that. "..but you..you .." And he trailed off, gesturing with his hands out of frustration, unable to voice just how much the older man riles him up. Just how much Timmy adores taking the man, having him above him, beneath him, having him scream and beg. "You are something i've never experienced before. Does that make sense?" Reaching down, Timothy grasped Horatio's hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing his palm softly, brows furrowed and taut becuase he was frustrated, he hoped Horatio understood because he had no other way to explain it. Being with Horatio was just.. an experience. Maybe it was because Timothy felt so deeply to the older man, felt a connection with him he did not with any of the others. Who knows