Fic: Seminar, Chapter 4 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Warrick Brown / Don Flack)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 4
Fandom: CSI / CSI NY / CSI Miami
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3 (NC-17)
Thursday 17:48
Second day of the Seminar
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Hotel Restaurant
Warrick winced on the padded chair and tried to focus on his plateful of lasagne. The afternoon entertainment was still fresh on his mind, and even if it wasn’t, the ill comfort of simply sitting down kept it in the foreground of his mind.
He hadn’t seen Flack since he had left the hotel room, but the man was undoubtedly roaming somewhere near. A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. Flack sat down on the other side of the table.
“If I didn’t know you, I would still know what you’ve been up to.”
“Really?” Warrick deadpanned.
“When you keep wincing like that, I`m surprised more peole haven`t noticed. You took just that?” Don pointed to the pile of lasagne.
“In case you didn’t know, it’s allowed to go back for a second round.”
“Are we still talking about food?”
“Yeah.”
“Too bad…. And when I sit down to eat, I don’t wanna get up in the middle of it.”
“So instead you filled two plates.”
“Free food, I can never say no to that.”
“I can see that. Where the hell do you put all that?”
“I burn a lot of energy.” Don winked and continued shovelling food into his mouth. He was already halfway through the first plate.
“You’ll need a forklift to move you after all that.”
“I’ll burn it off. You still up for encores?”
“You said you could see what I’ve been doing, and now you wanna cause more havoc down there?”
“Well, if you need time to recover-”
“My recovery time is not the issue.”
“That’s what it sounds like. Don’t challenge me if your ass can’t take it.”
“You know a forty-something little brunette? Wears really ugly frames?”
“Nope, why?”
“I think she heard your comments, she just dropped her knife.”
Don glanced over his shoulder.
“We’ve been talking about your ass for a while and now she got excited? That’s seriously weird.”
“I don’t think that was excitement. Looked more like shock.”
“Little chat about your ass shocked her?” The grin on Don’s face was pure evil. “Let’s see if I can make her drop it again.” He turned around on his chair and reached over to tap the woman’s shoulder. “Excuse me.”
“Yes?” Her voice was riddled with guilt. She was obviously aware that her eavesdropping had been noted.
“Couldn’t help noticing how interested you were in our conversation. Is there some little details you would like to ask?”
“No, no thank you.” She turned bright red.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind sharing.”
“I’m sure.”
“You wanna know our measurements so you can really picture it in your mind?”
“No.”
“Come on, I feel like bragging. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was for him to
take it-”
Don paused when the woman dropped both her knife and her fork. A satisfied smile spread on his face.
“Aren’t you jittery…. Well, have a nice day.”
He turned to face Warrick and continued his meal.
“Is she still listening?”
“I don’t know.” Warrick glanced over the man’s shoulder. “She’s just staring into the air. She hasn’t even picked up her utensils.”
“Damn, I’m good….”
“I think she’s either aroused or about to have a stroke.”
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Thursday 18:51
Second day of the Seminar
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Warrick`s hotel room
“Hello?”
“Who is this?”
“Flack, NYPD. Who’s this?”
“Stokes, Las Vegas crime lab. I was trying to call Warrick Brown.”
“Sorry, he’s little busy right now. I can take a message.”
“Is he on a lecture?”
“Yeah, the latest in cuffing techniques. He’s doing the practical exercises right now.”
“Okay…..Well, tell Houdini to call me when he has time.”
“I’ll tell him. Is it something urgent?”
“Not really. Anyway it was nice to…. Wait a minute. Why are you answering his phone?”
“We have a little competition. If he gets out of the cuffs under forty seconds, he’ll win the first prize.”
“What’s the prize?”
“Another round in cuffs. Have a nice day.” Don hung up and gave Warrick a wide grin. “Some guy called Stokes wants you to call him when you got the time.”
Warrick tried one more time to get free of the cuffs, but it didn’t help. The metal just clinked merrily against the headboard of the bed.
“Get back here or get me out of these!”
“You asked me to cuff you.”
“I had no idea you would just leave me here like that!”
“Be grateful I took a message for you. Are you always this bitchy?”
“I’m not bitchy!”
“You’re laying naked in bed with your hands cuffed and your legs in the air and you’re complaining. That’s bitchy.”
“Are you gonna come and fuck me or are you gonna torture me for the rest of the day?”
“Well….” Don took a step closer, his eyes roaming over the man’s body. He was looking like a predatory feline. “You just met me yesterday. Maybe I’m some kinky serial killer, who prays along the innocent, naive seminar guests.”
“That’s the first time anyone’s called me naïve.”
“Maybe I’ll screw you to death, and then hide the body to my basement.” Don paused and chuckled. “Actually…. I don’t have a basement.”
“What about that screw you to death part?”
“You wanna try?”
“Go ahead.” Warrick managed to get his feet around Don’s waist and pulled him closer. “But if I go back to Vegas in a wheelchair, you’ll explain to my boss how it happened.”
Chapter 5