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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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So Calleigh was in charge of his lab now and that was also good news, Cal would be certain to support him in regaining his old position as Lieu‘ if he decided to pursue that course.
“Has Cal developed a Napoleon Complex yet?”
He smiled, softening the question to show that he was only joking. The little blonde might be a petite commander but she had not only enormous leadership ability but enormous kindness. Calleigh, like cinnamon candy- sweet and fiery. She was always on his side, always ready to leap to his defence. Duquesne was someone else he needed to contact now that he was back in Miami- she deserved as much.
H enjoyed the reaction his licking Speed’s brand caused in the younger man and matched his purr with a quit murmur of his own. His lips still against Tim’s skin as he spoke. The words were just what he needed to help allay his insecurities about keep Speed’s appetite both whetted and sated.
”Well I suppose we will just have to keep trying until I can.“
He gave the marked skin on last kiss before lifting up his head.
“Practice makes perfect after all.”
The gentle touch did say a thousand words to Caine and he brought his own hand up to caress Speed’s, brushing his thumb along the side of Tim’s index finger. The utter adoration in Speed‘s dark eyes caused him to puff out his chest, his pride swelling. Yes, he could do anything. He was Horatio Caine. The man who could stand in a sniper‘s line of fire, who could stare down a cold blooded killer, who could diffuse a bomb. He could do anything; and lifting Miami out from under the long, dark shadow cast by Crow and his associates would be his next mission. He grinned and it was full of bravado, close to the twisted smile of his egoist brother.
“I can, can’t I? I...can do anything.”
Horatio could hear the deep rumble in his own chest turning into a growl as Speed laid bare his feelings about Raymond and he bit the side of his cheek, trying to silence himself. Fingers, sore as they were gripped the edge of the bath. His words came out in a hoarse but full shout, so loud he even startled himself.
“I know!”
The redhead forced himself to quiet, taking two deep breaths before he next spoke, hands trembling with just a faint quiver.
“I know. I know all those things about him, yet, I cannot stop caring for him. What is the matter with me?”
The question was directed at himself more than at Tim. The first time Raymond had ever tried to kiss him, the first time Raymond failed a drug test, the first time whispered rumours of his sibling being dirty reached his ears he should have started to build a wall between their hearts. The first time his efforts to help were turned back into his face he should have cut his little brother loose. But as much as Ray’s twisted notions of the two Caine brothers being inexorably intertwined, that no one beyond them could ever really understand the fullness of their fraternal bond disgusted him there was a certain truth to it. H expected to be used by his brother and not only accepted it but thrived on it.
“I want to change things with him, I do. I just, feel like a host in which the parasite is so ingrained it would be killed if it were to be removed.”
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“I need him in my life- not in the way I need you but I need...him. How can I ever explain it to you?”
His stomach suddenly felt nauseated and he groaned, even swallowing his own saliva worsened the sick feeling creeping along his skin.
“My brother deserved more than me when he was a boy. And that is the root of it all, I raised him and how fucked up am I to have created Raymond?”
Although at times Horatio did feel he may have been fighting a losing battle trying to give Ray all the skills and moral foundations to be a mentally healthy adult. He suspected that the green-eyed Caine had some sort of Narcissistic and Histrionic Personality Disorder. Self-centredness, exhibitionism- both sexual and a flaunting of usually private actions like public urination, extreme liveliness and vivacity to the point of hyperactivity, pursuing inappropriate sexual relationships, self-indulgence, constant and persistent manipulation, exaggerated actions, paranoia, low tolerance for frustration and delayed gratification, an uncontrollable need to be the centre of attention even if it puts them into danger, wildly shifting emotions, over reactions; and being proud of all those things, thinking it is a superior way of being. Raymond could be the poster child and Horatio could not help wondering if Ray had not been so utterly brilliant and his brother he ever would have passed the psych evaluations needed to become a detective. The causes of those disorders were usually abuse as a child or the death of a parent; but sometimes it was simply genetic and H recalled his father’s instabilities, and even his own troubled mind and heart, and had to wonder if more than red hair was in the family. It made him worry for Ray Junior. What would the boy turn out to be? Hopefully more a strong, stable Salas and less a tumultuous Caine. Though the Caine men did have some good qualities- sexual prowess, good looks, intelligence, courage, charisma, natural leadership. There was hope and Raymond, on his good days, illustrated that. If RayRay could find a balance perhaps he could have a happy life.
“But when he is clean Ray is so interesting a person. So talented, so clever, so likable. It is so hard not to be charmed by him, to not to want to be around him.”
Horatio realised his extolling of his brother’s good features had to be antagonising the jealousy tormented Speed and so he leaned forward to try and reassure his true love that his sibling was not a rival for his deepest affections. Caine’s blue eyes darkening with his intensity.
“I am not sexually attracted to Raymond. I never feel, or have felt, that way about him. I never...have.”
Just how quickly Speedle was able to answer his rather indelicate question surprised Horatio but also reassured him. Raymond did not please Tim more and that was great relief. He watched as Speed kissed his palm and he let his fingers tickle Speed’s stubble-shadowed chin just lightly. Just how important a revelation Tim was struggling to voice was not lost on the ginger man. He knew of Speedle’s childhood abuse by his mother. How he had struggled to stay faithful in their relationship because of that lack of emotional foundation for sex.
“I never imagined that emotions would ever enter into the sex act for you, Speed.”
H gently laid his finger tips against Speed’s rounded cheek.
“I feel honoured that I affect you that way.”
He smiled, softly, sweetly.
“You really do love me. You...really do love me.”
At that moment Horatio felt an odd mix of pride and love, ego and responsibility. A renewed, redoubled need to please and protect his boy. His boy.
The news of he and Ray’s role-play session would have bothered Caine more if it had not followed in their conversation the way it did. He quirked a brow, feeling a mix of repulsed and extraordinarily flattered.
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Horatio’s brow furrowed, showing the bands of well-earned wrinkles. He imagined that was not an isolated incident and recalled the strange hotel charge in his name, that appeared on his credit card months ago that he had never quite been able to explain. It was bad enough that his younger sibling could sign his name, fake his voice on the telephone. Were there times his brother tried to be him?
“At least he was...skilled at it...?”
H offered the response with an obvious uncertainty. After the second kiss to the sensitive flat of his hand he tried to shake off his suddenly sober mood and shot a sly glance Speed’s way.
“Of course you would not have. What would have given me such a notion? Though, does all this mean if I had have Kiet dress in a t-shirt with a smart-ass slogan and biker’s boots it would not have counted?”
Caine would have never made so incendiary a comment, even in jest, except that he could hear the humour in Tim’s voice.
H was amazed that such energy was humming through him just from the taste of their mixed fluids on the bed sheets. He thought his aching, stiff body was completely exhausted but he and Speed were like flint and steel: guaranteed to create a spark.
The dark haired man’s warning echoed in his ears and, yet, just as he had earlier, Horatio did not heed it. He needed to drink from Tim again, to eat up his cum like a good bitch should. That was the only thought in his mind- he needed more.
H had to gasp as he was pushed back onto the sex-soiled sheets which were both redolent and reeking to his nose. Speed had restrained his strength but Horatio was so damn sore that the pressure of his ass against the mattress, as comfortable as it normally might be, hurt and he squirmed. Tim spoke against his mouth and Horatio shuddered, his hips rolling up which caused a hybrid moan of discomfort and building pleasure. His voice was low, husky, heat in every syllable.
“Just one more taste. Be a good boy for your LT and give me one more taste.”
He took Speedle’s full lower lip between his teeth and pinched, pulling to tug the rosy flesh as he turned his head. He arched into the kiss, sucking and trying to swallow down Speed’s tongue, pushing forward and letting their teeth clash together. As the younger man’s mouth moves on to his neck, his chin, back to lips, Horatio half closes his eyes, his mouth open as he breathes shallowly, hands rubbing and scratching at Tim’s scalp and the back of his neck, trimmed nails dragging down his back, following the curve of his torso to trace the undulating contours of his ribs. Why had he stayed away so long? How could he have tried to live without him?
“Speed....my Speed.....”
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Though Speedle was positioned over him H managed to bring up one leg, his knee slightly bent and he purred as Tim’s harding cock slid against the inside of his thigh.
“Speed.....”
His blue eyes were bright with sheet lust as Tim positioned himself to throat-poke hump his mouth and H licked his thin, fine lips knowing he was going to have to swallow his boy deeply. He wore a greedy expression and flicked his tongue out to give on quick lap at the clearly fuck-chafed dick pushed against his face, aiming for the piss slit in the middle. Speed’s balls were against his chin and the textured flesh felt hot against his throat each time he swallowed. The domineering tone in Timothy’s voice made a shiver run from the top of his head down to his feet, his toes curling. He brought up his hand and lightly held Speed’s cock at the tip, ring and middle finger resting on the glans, thumb caressing the ridge and nerve along the underside. He rubbed his cheek along the length of the fat organ, breathing heavily as he caressed the flesh, feeling the throb of the younger man’s pulse. Pressing it to his face and sliding up so the head so the sensitive skin brushed his trimmed sideburns. His tongue traced the course of one of the raised veins that meandered along Tim’s penis as he did so and curling his tongue so that it was the soft underside in contact with the blood-swollen flesh he pulled Speed slowly back to be in line with his mouth. He let his hand drop, but then decided to reach up and grab the head frame with both hands, the metal cool as his fingers curled around it. Caine wanted to let Speedle know that he was in control.
Horatio’s sky blue eyes, looking all the more azure against his pale skin and in contrast to his copper coloured hair, were locked on the dark ebony wood hue of Speedle’s gaze. He opened his mouth and tilted his head forward to lick again at the head of Tim’s erection. He whispered softly.
“One more taste.”
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He let Horatio vent and Timothy just stood there, completely stoic. Arms folded defensively across his chest because they have had this discussion numerous times and Horatio was never able to cut Ray from his life. In a way, Tim couldn't blame the older Caine. Ray was his brother and above all our, Horatio touted family. However there was only so much you could do for your loved ones before you stopped allowing them to drag you down. Ray had done nothing to help himself while in Horatio's care and he only manged to hinder Horatio's life. That was unacceptable. Also most of the animosity was stemming from the jealousy he felt with Ray and Horatio. When Horatio asked what was wrong, Timothy had no answer, not that he figured Horatio would listen to the solution anyway, which was to purge Ray from his life.
However the guilt Horatio felt for having a hand in raising his younger sibling was unbearable and Tim snarled and turned away, arms still folded across his chest. He couldn't..reply to that because if he would it would have opened up something he wasn't ready to discuss. Not now. Not their first night back together. Prowling around a small area now, Tim grunted as Horatio easily ticked off the good traits of the youngest brother. "But his sickness overshadows them all." Tim hissed with more venom than he had actually intended. He was facing Horatio again and his jealousy and ire had been piqued. Within a moment though, Horatio had captivated Timmy once again with those blue eyes that seem to darken with Horatio's words and Tim eased back somewhat. Relaxing as best he could. He did believe Horatio but that changed nothing because the elder Caine still allowed Ray to do whatever to him.
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Of course it was not fair to Raymond as well, seeing as Horatio used the fact of their bond, their close resemblence when he could not get the real thing and Tim chuffed. "It was my fault, I asked him to do it." Tim relucently admitted. Arms still folded across his chest he was looking away but his eyes slide upward, back to Horatio when he heard that question and Tim had to chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah he was good at it. Good at that voice." Timothy closed his eyes briefly. Bringing up the memory. God yeah he was good at it. However he failed to mention the meth fueled part. Probably best he kept that a secret.
After that, Timothy took Horatio's hand once more and quirked another brow in silent amusement. "Aww of course not, it wouldn't have counted Horatio." Tim spoke softly, his lips touching Horatio's hand still as he gave him a wry expression. "Neither would the ass kicking I woulda gave him." Tim offered a sweet smile in response.
Then the pair started up again and for an older man, Timothy was absolutely impressed by the sheer need coming from him. Horatio could certainly give Liam a run for his money. Not that Liam was even in the picture any longer, why want the carbon copy at this point when he now had the real thing back in his life. "Your good boy.." Timothy exhaled as his arms snake around Horatio, the kiss was powerful, hungry and Timmy growled at the slight pinch but thrust his tongue into that warm, wet inviting mouth. As Horatio touched his chest, his back, Timmy moaned into that slim perfect neck. His broad tongue licking away and excess sweat and anything newly formed. "I love how you taste." Tim mumbled into Horatio's pulse before the two collapse onto the bed.
It was near impossible to resist Horatio when he was in a 'mood' so Timothy didn't even bother to try. However as he was crawling up that prone body, Tim made sure to keep an eye on the older man, his own self was sated enough that he could actually stop if need be. But one look in those depthless blue eyes had Timothy convinced that the man did want this and Timmy continued. Right now he allowed the man some time to re-familiarize himself with the thickness, the taste, find all the hidden glans that made Timothy shiver with delight and Lord he did. Tim was quaking all over at this point but he did not thrust, did not fuck that mouth, not yet. Fingers curl into the messy sheets as he bows his head, groaning heavily. His cock, which wasn't exactly as hard as the first time was still pretty impressive, though visibly raw. Tim enjoyed the pain with the pleasure however and every touch sent a shock of weary agony along with intense pleasure. "You're so good Horatio..so good.." And Tim meant it. The man knew how to touch him, where to touch him, everything was perfect.
That tongue was so slippery and wet and strong that it had Timothy finally break and buck forward, looking for something to sink into. Horatio toyed with him for a bit longer until Tim just could not take it anymore, especially when in a low voice Horatio asked for one more taste. "How can I deny you anything.." Timmy chuckled breathlessly, head hanging between his shoulders as he looked upsidown at Horatio.
Spreading his thighs wider, Timothy began to lower his hips and push by those white teeth, that tongue and slip down Horatio's throat. With a hiss he grit his teeth and whimpered, "Good..so fucking good.." He gasped out before pulling his thick meant away then pushing back in at an excruciatingly slow pace. He wanted Horatio to get used to his dick in there before he started to really hump. It took a few moments and then Timmy closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of that tight constricting area until he could no longer wait to hear those sloppy throat fucking sounds. His pace quickened, his ass flexing, thighs straining to keep him over the older man as his organ pushed in and out, in and out.
"Suck your boy..milk him.." Timmy continued to whine, his back arching, body convered in a sheen of sweat.
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Horatio revelled in Tim’s adoration, his random touches and he could not help but purr out his delight. He was glad Calleigh was leading his lab well, and he would have expected no less from the spitfire blonde, yet something stirred in his chest. The admiration shining in Speed’s dark eyes had him craving that same exaltation in the collective gaze of the city. He wanted the awkward weight of a duty belt around his waist making his steps swagger. Wanted that golden gleam of the Lieutenant: Major Crimes badge on his hip. Wanted the golden sunset reflecting in his designer sunglasses as he stood on the edge of evil, holding Miami’s safety in his hands.
But there was a catch and it came clearly into into his mind as his fantasy vision shattered. Wearing the badge again meant tying his hands when dealing with Crow. Of course there were ways around the system- he just happened to be related to an expert in that regard.
Horatio looked down at Speedle and gently kissed his forehead.
“Would you like me to be you Lieu’ again, Speed?”
He nudged his lover’s fat cheek with his nose.
“I may have to remember to keep my door locked this time, though. Someone, name withheld to protect the not-so-innocent, had a habit of distracting me, shall we say, from my very important work. ”
H raised a slim brow, pulling back away from his boy. Caine tried very hard not to smile and yet a playful grin was lurking at the corner of his lips.
“Who could that have been, Speed? Who...could that...have been?”
Watching Tim pace, loathing radiating from his body. His posture, his face, his voice clouded with his enmity for Raymond; and the more they discussed his brother the less Horatio understood the relationship the two foremost men in his life shared.
“But how can you blame him for his sickness, Tim? He cannot help being...ill.”
After speaking Horatio worried he had misunderstood Speed- he was unclear just what ‘sickness’
the younger man was alluding to. Incest? Meth? Mental problems? All three?
Things became all more confusing when the memory of the night of ‘role playing’ clearly had a physical effect on Tim. Though he did not dare voice the thought H wondered if something happened to him- if he were shot, or died- if Speedle and Raymond would end up together. Two broken men...., no, he and Speed were broken, Raymond was...defective.
Horatio was curious just what other kinky things his boy and his brother had done together but again decided to keep the thought to himself. Were there things Tim did not dare do with him that he did with Ray? Still Speedle had said he was better than Ray and really that was all that mattered.
“If you ever ask me to dress up as Raymond I may just have to shoot myself.”
Caine made the comment seriously, giving the dark haired man a sidelong glare. He could only maintain the disapproving look a few brief moments though before he shook his head with a chuckle.
“I suppose it might be nice to simply not care for a day. To ignore convention and morality and focus simply on pleasing one’s own desires.”
He watched Speed kiss his pale hand and oh-so-sweetly manage to threaten the poor unwitting Kiet again.
“Tim. Tim, now be good. I did not want him dressed as a slob or otherwise. The poor boy is going to end up regretting that blow job.”
The redhead had to sigh lightly.
“I never have been an adroit in that activity, anyways. Though, inexpert as I may be I do seem to get...the job done.”
H only wished he had his sunglasses to put on at that particular moment. It would have been the perfect accent to his zinger. He started to laugh and laid against Speedle, shifting his weight onto the nearest to Tim of his sore shoulders and pushed his lover playfully.
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After tantalising his boy to the point where he could feel the dark haired man’s thighs quaking around his face he finally provoked Speed into humping at his face and Caine moaned, leaning his flushed cheek against the younger man’s trembling leg. He kissed his lover’s black-hair dusted leg as he complimented him and Horatio panted, licking up along the inside of Speed’s thigh and back to his dick. H was amazed at how hard Tim was again. He always seemed to have something to give and Horatio wondered just how many times he would have to get his younger lover off before he had nothing left. Perhaps some day he would have to find out.
“For you...always the best...for you.”
Speedle shifted his position to force-feed him swollen, reddened meat and Horatio gladly accept, letting his jaw go slack. He shifted on the reeking sheets, trying to give his boy the best angle to slide down deep. Tim pushed in and Caine found himself gagging, crushing shut his eyes to better focus on how to let Speed in the way they both wanted his to be. He was grateful when Speed pulled out and gave him a chance to swallow his built up saliva and to try another way to take his prick. He grasped Speed’s spit-slicked cock and stroked it gently, letting his thumb drag along the underside of the bloated organ as he sucked in breath as quickly and deeply as he could. Still H readily parted his thin lips to take Tim back in and this time he slid down the bed just a touch, changing the angle just enough to let him choke down Speedle’s cock. He murmured against the flesh deep down his gullet, exhaling through his nose, and swallowing as hard as he could just to feel the walls of his throat constricting around Speed’s dick. It felt huge, suffocating and H had to consciously keep from trying to push Tim back out. It was the second time this evening he took his boy deeper than he ever had before.
When Speed started to fuck his throat Caine gagged but kept him down, closing his eyes for the first few thrusts but as he became more and more used to the sensation he was able to open them. He raised one of his hands, but let it hang in the air, his fingers clenched against nothing . As Tim started into a steady rhythm Horatio started to try and suckle against the outward pull, letting his tongue roll from side to side and caresses Speed during his fucking. H was panting through his nose and he could not stop his hips from rolling, wanting to feel more. He dropped his hand and palmed the head of his own penis, the sore flesh aching more than throbbing yet he squeezed the tip, making a suffocated whimper of pain. Still he kept humping against his own hand, soft and suddenly frustrated at being drained. As he gave up trying to wank himself his body relaxed, chin still tilted upward to let his former CSI have his way with his mouth. He stared up at Tim with lust-clouded eyes, willing him to cum.
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Then slipping out of the foggy mindset he was in for a moment, Timothy chuckled. "Umm..Frank?" Timothy inquired, as sweet and innocent as he could, which wasn't very. "How could I help myself? Jesus especially with you in those suits. After a scene or one of your interrogations..I would just watch you with someone, watch how expertly you were able to handle them and it was amazing. You knew them better than they knew themselves." Timothy laughed a bit. "And I wanted you. I wanted you so fucking bad." Timothy rumbled, his tongue dragging across Horatio's cheek as he actually licked him. A Timothy Speedle form of affection.
And then it was all gone, everything was brought back to Ray and Timothy hated that. Yes, most of his hatred stemmed from jealousy but Timothy had good reason to loathe the younger Caine, especially for the obsession he held with Horatio. "Sickness.." Timothy uttered in absolute distaste. He wanted to argue further but there was no point right now, Horatio would never see just how bad Ray is. Was? Tim still needed to see a "clean" Ray Caine to believe it and even then..
But of course Horatio managed to diffuse his foul mood with one quick statement and Tim paused in his pacing and smirked. "If I wanted Ray Caine I woulda stayed with him." Timothy sighed and touched Horatio's hand to his lips. And then there was Kiet. When Horatio mentioned the young man once more and he how he was going to regret it, Timothy merely smiled. Oh yes he was.
Timothy missed Horatio. Missed him a great deal. And when Horatio threw out that pun, Timothy realized that he had truly missed those fantastic one liners that Horatio managed to casually toss their way. Timmy had to laugh, "You still haven't lost it huh, even after living in New York." Timmy snickered. So cute. The pair of them laughed and Tim couldn't recall the last time they had done so, just relaxing in each others arms. Having a good time. Have they ever? Not likely and that was because of Tim.
The thick scent of sex was everywhere and it was almost intoxicating. As Timothy crawled over that lithe frame, Timothy realized just how good Horatio was at teasing him. He would have finished off already if he had not twice before but right now his dick was sore and still fully erect, a testiment to just how much Horatio excited him, aroused him.
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Rolling off of the man, Timmy slid down until he was laying next to him and smiled. Easing forward he kissed Horatio Caine, taking his time in a slow, languid embrace. His tongue probing for entrance into that mouth, wanting to taste himself, his seed before pulling away and licking his lips. "I need sleep." Timmy pouted.
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“I should go back. I should talk to Calleigh.”
He felt for Tim’s body and embraced him closely, looking into his dark eyes with his own light gaze.
“You need me...?”
H asked it questioningly but then repeated himself, this time as a statement.
“You need me.”
Caine playfully punched Speed after he suggested Frank Tripp as the office intruder and chuckled, the sound gravelly but full of genuine humour.
“Frank?! Tim...”
He shook his head, grinning broadly but blushing.
“Frank and I have been friends a very long time. While I was in bomb squad, while I was a rogue in Homicide. Getting myself in to trouble.”
Horatio sent a sly look Speedle’s way, his blue eyes alight.
“You are not the first pain in the ass a lieutenant has had, Mister Speedle. And there has never been so much as sexual tension between Frank and I. Though that cock of his is....something...else.”
H listened intently as Tim explained just why he had been so horny on the job and it made Caine lick his lips, breath quickening. Bits and pieces of office fucks flooded his memory. Trying to keep himself quiet, trying not to be caught. Almost impossible tasks with an always eager Speed taking him and yet they had managed to get away with an awful lot- though Horatio expected that very few of his staff had any illusions as to why their Lieutenant did so much moaning and groaning in his office.
“I am good at my job- but I was lucky to have a very good team behind me.”
Caine realised the words had a bit of a double entendre and he let them hang that way. Speedle’s last words on the subject made him shiver. He grimaced as he was licked by his boy but the warm, sloppy show of affection was not unwelcome.
“I wanted you, too. I wanted...you.”
They were going in circles over Raymond and Horatio sighed, body posture growing only slightly more cold.
“Just wait until you see him these days, Tim. He is better.”
Speed’s comment about ‘staying’ with Ray agitated him. Someday he would have to find out just what kind of relationship they had. Calling and asking Raymond about it was probably useless, he would exaggerate if he thought the truth was not interesting enough. H inhaled sharply and held the breath a few moments before exhaling. In this case the truth might just be better off as an unknown.
Caine was pleased he had managed to make Speed laugh and that his 'Caineism’ had gone over so well. It was wonderful to just lay in bed and enjoy each other the way that couple were supposed to do. H decided in the morning he would go to the nearest bodega/market and while Tim was still sleeping cook him a wonderful breakfast. Quiche perhaps? No, not for Speed. Steak and peppers, chorizo fritada. That seemed more Speedle’s style. He wondered just how sore he would be and wondered if he could ask to for a ride on Tim’s precious Ducati. Arms wrapped snug around his boy in the 'bitch seat’ every uneven surface on the road would hurt in all the right ways.
Tonight he still had to milk his boy one last time.
His efforts to coax his boy into fucking his mouth had clearly worked and H was somewhat surprised at just how powerful Tim’s thrusts were even after all of their screwing that night. Every inhalation through his nose brought him the scent of his boy’s body and every time he swallowed around the thick cock he could taste him. It was just what he wanted and even when he felt the tremor in his cheek telling him his jaw muscles were almost spent he kept his focus on pleasing Speed. Horatio was wiped, body aching but he had needed this one last act to complete the evening of sex, his last act of total submission. It was amazing how even after his pervious climaxes he was still so hard and as his pace quickened H moaned out a muffled pleased sound. He could feel the difference in Speedle’s thrusts and feel the pre-cum splashing the back of his throat and he made himself swallow several times in succession to help the younger man over the edge.
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When Speedle did finally dismount from he grinned but the act made him wince. H massaged his sore jaw muscles with his thumb on one side and middle and ring fingers of the other, loudly smacking his lips. He ran his tongue around his mouth to savour Tim’s musky, salty taste for all that it was; and it was sweet to his taste.
“Well I suppose if I were going to kill you this would have to be the only way.”
Caine snuggled up against Speed, rolling on to his side to face him.
“Death by fucking, alas poor Speedle?”
H opened up to Tim’s tongue gladly, suckling at the wet flesh though his own tongue was tired. He kissed each rise surrounding the hollow of his throat and gently kissed the bite mark he had left earlier on his boy’s neck.
”Though I must admit a feeling I can only imagine is like being run over with one of our Hummers.“
Horatio sat up and reached for the bottle of painkillers which Speed had placed on the bed stand earlier. Pill in hand he padded to the washroom for a drink of water and a piss before settling back into bed. The sheets were still filthy and still ripe but H was far too tired for even his obsession with domestic neatness to rouse him to action. Even the curtains were left undrawn, the best he could manage was to switch off the overhead light.
Before climbing back into bed he stretched, arms crossed behind his bed, slim torso lengthened by the act, body back-lit by the lights of the city streaming in the window.
Caine was bruised and battered but utterly satisfied. Dick soft and belly and guts filled with his boy’s cum.
Back in Tim’s arms the ginger noticed a mole near Speed‘s collar bone and he kissed it, letting his lips drag along his skin as he sought another and when he found one on his shoulder he kissed that tiny spot as well. It was much easier to try and find and kiss all the moles on Speedle‘s torso than to try and do the same with his own freckles.
“I love you so much that sometimes it scares me. If something happened, Tim, happened...to you. I....”
Horatio shivered and this time it had nothing to do with arousal and he snuggled in closer to the younger man, curling up and making himself as small as he could so he could nestle into Timothy’s strong arms.
“I have nightmares about it all the time. I suppose you see that as useless weakness but it makes me sharper whenever I am on scene with you. I fear the one time I let my guard down, look left when I should have looked right....”
H found to his consternation that tears were welling in his eyes and he tried to blink them away, face pressed up against the side of Speed’s chest.
“The dream, it is always the same. A jewellery store. Why? I have no idea. No...idea. But it is so real. The blood on my hands, wet blood...a bright red killing bleed.”
He felt a tear slide past the wrinkles around his eyes and down his cheek onto Speedle’s skin and he quickly wiped it away with the pad of his index finger.
“And now, tonight has been so incredible I am almost afraid to go to sleep and find I wake up back in New York. Alone.”
Caine yawed and his jaw hurt, his neck hurt, his shoulders hurt, his ass hurt. He needed sleep just as his boy did. His body was begging for a chance to shut down and focus on healing. Blinking his blue eyes sleepily he yawned again, pressing his forehead against Tim’s ribs and feeling his chest contract and expand with his breathing.
“Good night, Tim.”
H closed his eyes and found that sleep came easily, his mind and body too tired to even dream.
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Then Timothy laughed, “You mean Mustang? Sure as hell is hung like a horse.” And Tim could recall that night they were together and his backside clenched from the memory. “Not that you aren’t huge though.” Timmy purred, grinning. “Especially that night..” Timmy exhaled a breath, that was amazing, simply amazing. Until Tim mentioned Catherine, then it all degenerated. Catherine. There was a name he hadn’t heard in a long damn while, Tim was curious about her but he would hold his tongue until maybe tomorrow. Timmy had to smile. Mister Speedle. He loved it when Horatio was so..formal. It added something almost erotic to taking his Boss. How formal the man was at times but how dirty Horatio could get was always ..interesting.
Although the wording probably wasn’t planned, Timmy had to chuckle at the image. “Yes. Especially your number one boy, right?” Timmy nudged Horatio playfully then just smiled over at him. A relaxed easy smile. “You are good at your job, you don’t need us Horatio. You’re the best there is.” Timmy whispered and he absolutely believed that. Timothy did adore his LT, it was nothing short of hero-worship. “I wish I could be like you, to put all of yourself into the job.” Tim closed his eyes briefly. Enjoying just being with Horatio once again. His Boss.
Luckily for Horatio, Timothy was always quick on the draw. Though he couldn’t feel the muscles wearing thin in Horatio’s jaw, he knew he was going pretty rough against his throat. Not that he could stop mind you, that warmth was incredible. Horatio was able to take him up to the root and Timothy cursed, fully sheathed inside that hot wet opening. Fingers wash through Horatio’s somewhat matted hair, gripping it, keeping the man’s mouth plugged up with a low growl before he began to pick up his pace once more. The slapping sound of his sagging pouch drove him further into arousal and with a shout he came, head falling back, his muscles wound up so tight before exploding. Pushing out quite a few strands of his seed into Horatio’s belly. Not nearly as much as earlier that night but it was enough. Licking his dry lips slowly, Tim kept himself in there for a few lingering moments, shivering. Petting through Horatio’s hair as a quiet thank you.
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After a few moments, Horatio had fallen asleep and Tim smiled, stroking through his hair, feeling the sparse warm breath on his chest.
"I love you. I won't leave you Horatio. I'll always be here with you, I promise." Tim spoke softly, leaning over to kiss his temple before his own eyes closed and soon enough he drifted off into a fitful, comfortable rest.
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