Fic: Seminar, Chapter 11 (CSI NY/CSI/CSI Miami, Don Flack / Warrick Brown, Nick / Greg, NC-17)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 11
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)
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6 (NC-17)
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Sunday 08:31
Fifth day of the Seminar
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Don`s apartment, New York
“Don’t tell me you’re a morning person….” Warrick complained when he finally managed to drag himself awake. He leaned against the kitchen cabinet and tried to hold back his yawns.
“I’m not a morning person, I’m a hungry person.” Don was currently halfway inside his fridge, rummaging through it’s content. “And I don’t really wanna have old Chinese first thing in the morning.”
“Why did you even get up? It’s Sunday.”
“They’re having that get-together for all the seminar guests.”
“What time is that?”
“Six o’clock.”
“Do we have to go?”
“I have to go, and I’m not suffering there alone.”
“If you’re trying to guilt me into going with you, that didn’t do the trick.”
“You would send me there all alone?” Don pouted and gave him his best puppy eyes. “What if something happens?”
“Like what?”
“Some creepy blood-splatter-guy fixes his eyes on me…. And I’m there unarmed…. There will be over a hundred of those….”
“Take your gun if it calms you down. And in case you didn’t remember, you’re mocking my profession there!”
“I can’t take my gun to the dining area, I asked.”
“And you think all CSIs are pervs who can’t keep their hands off pretty cops?”
“Well, you’re a living proof of that.”
“Was that an insult?”
“No, that was a compliment.”
“Thanks. I think…..”
“But if you want some sort of compensation for attending, we could try to negotiate a little deal…..”
“”I’m listening.”
“Breakfast and some attention in the bedroom.”
“You think you can bribe me with sex? Normally that would work but not when we’re talking about the Dinner of the Talking Zombies.”
“You just said they were your people.”
“I said you were mocking my profession, I didn’t say anything about my colleagues.”
“So why don’t you wanna go? You`re listed as a participant for all seven days and so far you’ve skipped most of it.”
“That’s your fault.”
“Right, I lured you into bed and then I cuffed you there so you couldn’t attend to your lectures.”
“Yeah, You have no idea what a pain it has been to miss all those fantastic lectures.” Warrick didn’t even bother to hide his chuckles. “If I don’t get promoted because I missed classes I’ll blame you.”
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Nick`s apartment, Las Vegas
“Just call him.” Greg rolled over and placed his head on Nick’s chest. “It still bothers you.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You know exactly what I mean. You’re still thinking about my theory.”
“Your theory?”
“About Warrick. And don’t play dumb, I know you too well.”
“Okay, I was thinking about it, but I can’t just call him. What would I say? Something like: Hey man, how’s the Big Apple and by the way have you done the Dude Tango lately and was is good?”
“You’re starting to sound like me….” Greg commented. “Stuff like that doesn’t sound right with a Texas accent.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.” Greg reached over Nick to grab his cell phone from the nightstand. “I’ll do it. I`m the master of subtle enquiries.”
“G, just put the phone down.”
“Nick-Wicky, it`s bad manners to talk when someone is on the phone.” He chose a number from the speed dials. “Okay, it’s ringing.”
“Brown.”
“Ricky boy, how’s your seminar? Educational?”
“If you ever again call me “Ricky boy” I’ll wring your neck.”
“Well how bout….”
“I’ll hang up right now.”
“I wont say it.”
“What do you want?” Warrick`s last word turned into a suppressed howl.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, I…. I hit my foot on the coffee table.”
“Ouch…..”
“Little scratch. What do you want Sanders?”
“Well, Nick was gonna call you, but he’s little bit busy right now.”
“Big case?”
“No, he’s playing a human cushion. I need to ask you some questions.”
“You called me to ask me some questions?”
“Yeah, or more like series of deeply meaningful questions.”
“If I don`t answer your questions, will you keep calling me till I answer?”
“Yep.”
“Fine. Shoot.”
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Warrick leaned back agains the couch cushions and tried to keep his breathing steady. He could hear how shaky his own voice was, but he couldn’t force himself to tell Don to stop. The blue-eye was on his knees between Warrick`s legs, sucking him like a lollipop.
“First question: Cats or dogs?”
“Dogs.”
“Madonna or Rolling Stones?”
“Neither.”
“Starsky or Hutch?”
“Hutch.”
“Jell-O or ice cream?”
“Ice cream.”
“Football or basketball?”
“Football.” Warrick`s fingers travelled across Don’s hair. He resisted the urge to pull the man down to take him all the way. “How many questions left?”
“Just few. Boxers or briefs?”
“Boxer briefs.”
“Light on or lights off?”
“What time of day are we talking abooooouuuuuuut?” Warrick couldn’t control his voice anymore. His last word came out like a growl of a hyena. He glanced down Don, but didn’t pull him away. Don merely gave him a pleased little wink and continued his mission.
“Night.”
“I gotta hung up.” Warrick tossed the phone to the coffee table. He threw his head back and came into Don’s warm mouth. Low groans escaped his throat. He closed his eyes and just let the wave go over his body.
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“I was right.” Greg stated with a smug grin. “He’s definitely into guys.”
“You know that based on those questions?”
“Yeah. And judging by the noises.... that guy was there right now.”
“What noises?”
“You know that noise you make when I do that thing with my tongue?”
“You mean….”
“Yeah, that.”
“And Rick was…..?”
“Definitely.”
Chapter 12