Fic: Miami Affair (1/1, CSI / CSI Miami, Nick Stokes / Ryan Wolfe, NC-17)
Title: Miami Affair
Pair: Nick Stokes / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
CSI Las Vegas Main List
CSI Miami Main List
Nick let the door slam shut behind them, almost tripping on his unpacked luggage on the way, and was finally pushed against the nearest wall. The man’s hands were wandering under the hem of Nick’s shirt while his lips never let go of Nick’s. The hands started to unbutton Nick’s shirt, but then grew frustrated and simply yanked it open, sending a few buttons rolling on the floor. The man’s jacket followed soon after as Nick tried to get his hands on as much skin as possible. He grasped the man’s butt, trying to pull him even closer.
The feverish kisses made his coordination more of a challenge than it usually was as his hand traveled to the man’s zipper, trying to pull it open. His fingers briefly caressed the metallic badge hanging on the man’s belt, and then pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor.
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Forty-two minutes earlier.
Nick took a good whiff of the salty air. He had gone from Texas to Las Vegas, staying firmly on dry land, so killing time on the beach had never really been an option. The sandy beach was almost empty as the people around him were all gathering their things and heading home. Nick glanced down at his watch, and then snapped it off his wrist. He spent enough time running to meet the deadlines when he was at work, he had no intention to even look at the thing when he was on vacation. He shoved the watch into his pocket and sat down on the sand.
Something landed close to him, scattering the sand a little bit. Nick turned his head and came face to face with a pair of dress shoes. They had been dumped on the sand, and next to them was a pair of bare feet sticking out under gray slacks. Nick’s eyes wandered up the dark trousers, across a matching jacket, and an orange shirt. A pair of socks was hanging from the man’s pocket.
“Tourist?”
Nick looked up from the dangling socks and met pair of hazel eyes.
“Is it that obvious?”
“No local comes here just before sunset in a Hawaiian shirt.”
“Yeah, the shirt…” Nick looked down at his shirt. “A friend of mine gave it to me and said I have to wear it for luck.”
“You were hoping to get lucky?” The man quirked an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t be wearing this if I had any choice. He drove me to the airport just to make sure I was wearing this.”
“You couldn’t change a shirt later?”
“I wanted to get here before the sun goes down. First day and all that.”
“You wanna know a secret?” The guy grinned. “This is something only the locals know.” He leaned closer and whispered. “The sun goes up and down every day.”
“I knew that.” Nick laughed and turned to look at the sun. It was beginning to turn bright orange on it’s way down. “I mean the sea. I’ve never really seen much of that.”
“I guess it’s not that familiar if you live in Texas.”
“The accent gave me away?”
“Yep.”
“Well, I don’t live there anymore.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Nevada.”
“You got thing for warm and dry places with a lot of sand?”
“Never thought about it like that, you may be onto something.” Nick chuckled and stuck out his hand. “Nick.”
The man shook his hand. “Ryan. So why is a dry sand loving creature in Miami?”
“I had three weeks off.” Nick wasn’t sure if opening up to a total stranger was the wisest move, but shrugged off the doubt. He could almost hear Warrick and Greg offering him a literal kick in the butt if he doesn’t relax and have some fun voluntarily. “Actually they told me to use the vacation time or they would kick me out and tie me into a merry-go-round.”
“You got some really weird colleagues.”
“You don’t know the half of it…” Nick smirked. “So I checked what trips were available at a short notice and fit my budget, and I ended up here.”
“What kind of a place were you looking for?”
“Somewhere by the sea.”
“Well, you got that here. Along with flocks of senior citizens.”
“I thought that was an urban legend.”
“No, they come here like migrating birds.”
“Are they dangerous?”
“Only on placebo pill days.” Ryan laughed and sat down on the sand. He pulled off his shoes to shake off the sand. “It gets everywhere.”
“Yeah.” Nick agreed. He considered for a minute how to proceed, but then decided to go on. “So what are you doing here? I mean you said locals don’t come here at this hour.”
“Long day at work.” Ryan leaned back against his shoulders. “Really long.”
“Long and bad or just long?”
“Long and achy. The highlight was probably when a suspect tried to make a run for it and I was in the way.”
“You’re a cop?”
“Not anymore.” Ryan gave him a long look, as if he was evaluating him silently, then relaxed again. “No, I work at the crime lab now.”
“You gotta be kidding…” Nick started laughing. He was well aware the guy was looking at him like he had lost his mind, but he couldn’t stop the laughter. “Sorry, I’m sorry…” He wheezed through the giggles, and waited till the laughter finally died down. “Sorry, I don’t even know why it was so funny. I was a cop in Texas and now I’m a CSI in Vegas.”
“You work in Vegas crime lab?” Ryan perked up. “So you work for that guy… whatever his name was… likes creepy roaches, better with dead people than living…” He snapped his fingers. “Grissom, right?”
“Right.”
“And I probably shouldn’t have said all that.”
“Don’t bother, a lot of people thinks he’s creepy. He’s really good, but sometimes he can be…”
“Creepy?”
“Yep. Where did you hear about him?”
“We had a case with the Vegas lab some time ago and that guys reputation definitely precedes him.”
“Yeah, he’s… quite a character.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you better with the living or with the dead?”
“Living.”
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Nick’s knees were becoming wobbly, reacting to the feverous kisses, and he leaned back against the wall, letting his body slide down till he was on his knees. He looked up at Ryan, pleading with his eyes.
“Can I?”
“Help yourself.” Ryan responded, grinning at the question.
Nick’s approached the bulge in the other man’s trousers, rubbing his cheek against the hard member through the layer of fabric, enjoying the steely hardness. The thought that it was all for him made his own cock even harder. He reached down to rub himself through his pants as his lips mouthed Ryan’s cock, soaking up the fabric between them. The man was pushing his crotch on Nick’s face, seeking more, and Nick pulled the zipper open. He pushed the trousers down and a thick hard cock bounced out, waving in front of his face. Nick took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the head, sliding down slowly. Ryan’s hands grabbed him by the shoulders, moving up to his neck to control his moves.
Nick looked up again, sending a quiet message at Ryan, and hoping the man understood what he wanted.
A quick look of comprehension flashed across Ryan’s face. He slapped off Nick’s hands that had ended up resting on his waist, and grabbed a better hold of the Texan’s head, keeping him still. He began to thrust into Nick’s willing mouth, hard and merciless. Nick closed his eyes, willing his body to relax and enjoy, and sent a quick thanks to whatever Lady Luck that had decided to let Ryan understand him without awkward explanations. For a passing second he regretted having shaved his head, as one part of him wondered what it would feel like if Ryan could have grabbed him by the hair. Ryan’s thrusts were becoming deeper, as if he had tested Nick’s abilities and was now letting himself go. He drilled deeper into Nick’s mouth, holding his head with both hands.
Nick followed the silent commands, stealing quick glances at the man in front of him. When Ryan pulled Nick away from his dick, the Texan let out a small whine he would have normally considered embarrassing. At that moment he wasn’t above using his usual blushing cowboy act to get his way.
“Tell me your limit.” Ryan said huskily, sounding like he was the one suffering from sore throat, not Nick. “How far do you want to go?”
Nick could feel blush rushing up to his face, and tilted his head down. In the back of his mind his mother’s voice was giving him a sermon about using the kind of words he was dying to use. Ryan waited patiently, while Nick’s tried to get the words out. His eyes shot up when he saw Ryan wrapping a hand around his own hard on.
“Tell me, or you won’t get any of this.”
Nick took a deep breath and got up from his knees. He walked across the hotel room to the small kitchen area, opened his belt and zipper and pushed his jeans down. They pooled around his ankles and Nick leaned forward against the counter, placing his elbows steadily against the cool surface for support. He glanced over his shoulder and gave Ryan his best puppy dog look.
Ryan took his time observing the scenery and kicked off his own trousers and shoes.
“If you’re that eager to get on a vacation mood-” He peeled off his shirt and let it fall on the floor. “- you’re prepared too, aren’t you?”
“In the little bag.” Nick told him eagerly. “In the shaving kit.”
Ryan bent down to rummage the bag, giving Nick a generous view of his backside in the process, and pulled out a purple shaving kit, covered with pink flower patters. He gave Nick a little quirk of his eyebrows, but didn’t ask.
“I got it from one of my nieces last Christmas.”
“It’s not that bad, one of my colleagues wears shirts with that same pattern.” Ryan pulled out a bottle of lubrication and a condom, and shoved the kit back into the bag. He approached Nick from behind and pressed a brief kiss on the Texan’s shoulder. Nick pulled his legs more apart, pushing his ass against Ryan’s hardness.
Ryan’s hands grabbed him by the waist, and pushed him closer to the counter.
“Don’t be greedy.” He snapped the cap off the lube bottle and drizzled some of it down Nick’s lower back, letting the little river slowly run down between the man’s cheeks.
Nick closed his eyes when the hands moved to grasp his ass, pulling the cheeks apart and rubbing lube on his entrance, not quite pushing in. Nick resisted the urge to push back, knowing it wouldn’t make Ryan move any faster. Finally Ryan’s fingertip pressed gently inside, moving slowly pass the tight muscles. Nick forced himself to stay relaxed, hanging his head down and breathing deeply.
“You’re tight.” Ryan commented as he started to press deeper. “Too much work and not enough play?”
“Too much work and nothing else.” Nick groaned and looked over his shoulder. “I can take it, just… Give me more. Please.”
“Did I ask?” Ryan chuckled and gave Nick a little slap on the butt with his free hand. He pulled his finger almost out and added a second one. To Nick relief he didn’t bother going slowly anymore, instead he got to the serious business, stretching Nick with skillful fingers. “I like tight. Are you game?”
Nick twisted his head to get a good look at the man’s dick. It was rock hard, imposing in it’s thickness, and Nick once again thanked his luck they seemed to be on the same page.
“Do it.” Nick watched as Ryan pulled away to put on a condom. It had been a long time, but he couldn’t wait to be filled. He imagined Ryan’s thickness stretching him, pushing inside him and a small moan escaped from his throat. He heard Ryan chuckling and the man’s cock was pressed against Nick’s opening. Ryan pushed in, forcing the muscles to allow his entrance, and Nick gasped for breath. He didn’t get a chance to settle before Ryan started thrusting, spreading him open with each thrust.
Nick looked up at the reflecting glass on the kitchen cabinets, catching a glimpse of the man invading him. Ryan’s eye met Nick’s and they shared a little smile of understanding. Ryan increased his pace, burning Nick from the inside in the best way possible. The feeling was what Nick had waited for, but somehow the setting made it even better: Picking up a hot stranger on his first day in Miami, bending over the counter with his pants around his ankles while he was getting thoroughly fucked.
Nick looked at his own mirror image, grinning at the wide-eyed look on his face. Definitely not what anyone would expect from a nice and decent Texas cowboy.
“Is that what you want?” Ryan’s smirk was audible in his voice. “You want me to tell you how hot you look like this?”
“I… I…” Nick was slightly resentful that his voice didn’t have the same control as Ryan’s. “Please.”
“You look so hot. Laid out like this.” Ryan murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of Nick’s neck. “That’s what gets you hot, isn’t it? You don’t wanna be the macho from Texas. You wanna be bent over and taken, don’t you?” His grasp on Nick’s hip tightened while his other hand snaked around to grasp Nick’s cock. “You’d think you’d have a line of guys waiting for you, your ass is such a sweet ride. But you don’t want that.” He started jerking Nick off roughly, keeping the same tempo with his own thrusts. “No matter how slutty you are underneath… you’re still a romantic, aren’t you?”
Nick rocked between the cock pounding into him and the calloused hand stroking him. Ryan’s voice washed over him and he clung on to every word, nodding mutely and pressing his lips together to keep his moans inside. The feel of warmth burning him was building up, taking over him. He didn’t even realize he had come, until he looked down and saw the sticky white stains splashed on the edge of the counter. A shiver went through him, and Ryan buried himself in one more time. Nick felt the strong pulsations as the man came, howling mutely against Nick’s neck.
For a while everything seemed to pause, Nick’s mind sinking into a warm cozy haze, but then his cramping legs protested their position. Ryan seemed to realize it and pulled out slowly, letting Nick get off the counter and stretch his limbs. Nick winced at first, his body still tingling as he watched Ryan dispose the condom and grab a few tissues to wipe his hands. Ryan gave him an appreciative glance, mapping out the debauched state of the Texan and grinned at him.
Nick’s hazy mind tried to come up with something to say, but he was drawing blank. A loud squeaky noise cut through the silence, and Nick groaned with frustration.
“That has to be yours, mine is still off.”
Ryan sighed and went to investigate. After a brief moment of rummaging he found his cell phone from the pocket of his jacket and flipped it open to read the message.
“From work. They needs extra hands at the lab, they got some big case. A lot of samples-”
“I know how it goes.” Nick nodded, keeping his face as blank as he could. Little twinge of disappointment was growing in his gut. He hadn’t expected some big holiday romance, but he had hoped the man would stay the night. Nick was beginning to feel ridiculous standing there with his pants still around his ankles. “Good luck with the case.”
“It’s not my case, so it shouldn’t take that long.” Ryan looked up from his phone. “Or are you trying to get rid of me without admitting you can’t handle round two?”
“Round two?” Nick parroted. He hadn’t expected a question like that.
“Or three. Or four. You said you were here for three weeks, right?” Ryan bent down to collect his clothes. He quickly wiggled his way into his trousers and stepped into his shoes. “Or are you planning to keep picking up guys from the beach?”
“No, I just… You looked so… busy.”
“I’ll make time.” Ryan pulled his shirt on and picked up his jacket from the floor. “I had this little moment of inspiration I really want to try later.”
“What kind of an inspiration?” Nick asked hopefully.
“You. Over there on that balcony. After dark.” Ryan grinned openly at the picture he was painting. “Cuffing you to that railing.” His voice had gone down to a dark husk. “Stripping you naked and fucking you while people are down there on the street, going about with their things.” He put on an innocent little smile and clipped his badge back on his belt. “Would you like that?”
“How soon can you come back?” Nick asked. His whole mind had jumped straight into a very naughty place, and his spent cock was coming back to life faster than he would have thought possible.
“I’ll come back when I` done.” Ryan assured, grinning at him like a hunter who had just trapped his prey. “Take a shower and unpack.” He fished out his car keys from his pocket and walked to the door.
“Wait!” Nick exclaimed, then toned down his volume, when a little voice in his head informed him he was already sounding desperate. “You didn’t tell me your last name.”
“Neither did you.”
“Stokes. You?”
“Wolfe.”
“Like a wolf?” Nick repeated. The name seemed to fit its owner perfectly. “A predator?”
“What do you think?”
Ryan put on his sunglasses and walked out.
Sequel: Miami Affair II: Rematch (NC-17)