Fic: Miami Affair II: Rematch (Ryan Wolfe / Nick Stokes, NC-17, CSI / CSI Miami)
Title: Miami Affair II: Rematch
Pair: Nick Stokes / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
CSI Las Vegas Main List
CSI Miami Main List
Miami Affair I
Two hours and twenty-eight minutes.
Not that Nick was keeping an eye on the clock.
He was simply looking that way more of then than he normally would.
Nick had taken a shower, wrapped himself up in a fluffy bathrobe and sat down on the couch to wait.
He lasted two minutes before he had started unpacking his things to kill time.
Three minutes later he was done and about to start climbing up the wall. Finally he had switched on the TV, and let his brain cells simmer in the marshland known as the Home Shopping Network.
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The knock on the door was loud and firm and Nick silently cursed the three times hehad gone to open the door because he had thought he missed a knock. He pulled the door open and Ryan marched in carrying his CSI kit. The man had obviously taken a shower, his hair was still slightly damp, and he had changed into a pair of jeans and a green T-shirt. He went straight to the coffee table, grabbed the remote and switched off the TV.
“If you were watching that crap, you must have been really bored. What did you do while I was away?”
“I showered and unpacked and watched some TV.” Nick explained nervously. “You want me to..?” He shrugged unsurely and gestured at his bathrobe. “I mean I can-”
“I think we’ll start with this.” Ryan grabbed the belt of the bathrobe and pulled Nick into a kiss, diving into the Texan’s mouth. Nick melted against him, vaguely suspecting the TV really had turned his brain into mush. Ryan’s lips were suddenly pulled back as Nick’s recently re-opened cell phone started beeping.
Nick quickly checked the message and then closed the phone. He didn’t get a chance to explain before Ryan turned him around, pushing Nick across the room and to the doors leading to the balcony.
Nick went along and opened the French doors. He stepped onto the cold floor, shivering a bit in the cool breeze. The air was surprisingly warm, even though the sun had gone down hours ago, and he could smell the salty scent of the ocean.
“Remember what I wanted to do to you here?” Ryan whispered in his ear.
“Yeah.”
“Get your robe off.”
Nick hesitated for a moment, taking a quick look at their surroundings. All the other balconies in the same floor were dark .The decent Texas boy whimpering inside his head lost the battle with the horny cowboy wanting the world to see what they were about to do.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Tex.” Ryan pushed him against the railing and grabbed the edge of his bathrobe. With one swift pull the robe slid off Nick’s body. “Hands against the railing.”
Nick pressed his palms against the cast-iron railing. Ryan pulled two pairs of cuffs out of his kit and tangled them in front of Nick.
“What was that all about?”
“What?”
“The phone.” Ryan clicked one end of the cuffs around Nick’s wrist, cool metal against the warm skin, then linking the other end to the cast-iron railing. “Do you need to report to mummy and let her know you got here safe and sound?”
“No, that…” Nick tested the feel of the cuff. It didn’t give his hands much room to move, he was able to grab the railing for support, but nothing else. “That was my colleague, telling me to have fun.”
“Are we talking about the same colleagues, who practically pushed you into the airplane?”
“Yeah.”
“Are they even hot?”
Nick looked over his shoulder. “Why do you wanna know?”
“Hot people can get away with more. If you’re not angry at them, they gotta be hot or really good friends. I know I’ve had some ups and downs with my co-workers.”
“What kind of ups and downs?”
“Weeeellll…” Ryan stretched the word and gave him a dirty look. “There was some stuff I’m not even gonna mention… but I used to have a fuck-buddy arrangement with one of the guys from the crime lab.”
“Fuck-buddies?” Nick parroted, blushing at the phrase despite the compromising position he was in. “How did that work out?”
“Really nicely as long as it lasted.” Ryan sighed theatrically. “He was a total slut, who couldn’t get enough. He was also a closet case, and he ended it so he could get together with another one of our colleagues.” He let out a little laughter, sounding surprisingly sincere. “Poor guy. He’s been giving me puppy eyes as long as they’ve been steady.”
“Are you still…?”
“No, but it’s entertaining. A guy, who could challenge any rent boy getting cozy with a frigid, haughty ice queen. I can just imagine them going to bed in the evening, shaking hands and giving chaste kisses on the cheek.”
“You think it’s funny?”
“More like pathetic, but that’s not my problem. If you hook up with someone you have zero chemistry with, you got no one to blame but yourself.” Ryan cuffed Nick’s other wrist to the railing. “You like how they feel?”
“They’re… cold. But in a kinda nice way.”
“Warm and cold, soft and hard. Contrasts make everything feel better.” Ryan slid his hand across Nick’s tensed up back, lightly massaging the muscles under the tanned skin. “Relax, you don’t need to do anything, except follow instructions.”
Nick shivered, not sure if it was caused by the gentle breeze or the man’s words. He leaned forwards, arching his back against the touch. The hands moved lower, down to dip of his spine just above his butt.
“I had a hard time focusing on work. Processing semen samples didn’t really help." Ryan murmured into his ear, lowering his voice as his lips tickled Nick’s ear. “Kept thinking about your ass.” His hand slid down between Nick’s cheeks. “How tight it was. How it was here waiting for me, loosened up and ready to go.” The tip of one fingers rubbed Nick’s entrance. “Did you think about it when I was away?”
“Yeah…” Nick admitted. He wasn’t about to admit it had been all he had been able to think about. “I thought about it.”
“You wanna know why it took so long?” Ryan teased. He pulled away and crouched down to pick up his kit from the floor. “I made a quick stop at my place to pick up some of my favorites. You want to see what I got for you?”
Nick was almost sure his brain was short-circuiting, even thought the man’s hand weren’t even on him. The Miami CSI`s tone made his libido roll over and show his belly.
“What did you bring?”
“This and that, but I’ll show you them later. Right now I wanna try this.” He pulled out a bundle of something wrapped up in a small towel. He opened it and lifted a black dildo in front of Nick`s eyes. “Big enough for you?”
Nick looked at the plastic contraption. Toys were something he had been tempted to try during his dry spells, but the embarrassment of buying them had been too much to overcome.
“You’re still gonna…?”
“I think we’ve already established you wanna get fucked, and also that I’m not going to pass a chance to fuck an ass like yours. This is just for my pleasure.”
“You mean…?” Nick’s disappointment resembled a little kid, who had just been denied a new toy. “I thought-”
“I’m not going to use it on myself.” Ryan explained calmly. “I’ll use it on you.” He leaned closer and grinned at Nick’s expression. “I want to see you and hear you when you open wide and take it deep. That’s my pleasure.”
“Oh.”
Ryan placed his kit back on the ground and disappeared back into the hotel room. He came back, took one look at Nick’s panic ridden expression and started laughing.
“Don’t look like that, I had to get lube.” He settled next to Nick, leaning against the railing and pressed the tip of the dildo on Nick’s lips. The Texan’s tongue wandered out to play, licking the tip and his head seemed to move on its on to take it into his mouth. He tasted the peculiar taste of the plastic, but the quick look he took at Ryan’s face was more than enough to make him continue. The man’s eyes looked almost black, half hooded and the dark shadows of his lashed feathered down his cheeks.
“Like that?”
Nick groaned around the toy, too eager to let it go.
“Then you’re in for a treat. This little baby knows a lot of tricks.” Ryan pulled the toy away and kissed Nick’s puffed up lips. “Spread your legs.”
Nick did as he was told, leaning against the railing. Ryan coated the toy with lubricant and moved behind Nick, kneeling down to grab the man’s cheeks. He smeared some lube on his index finger and slid it gently inside Nick.
“Open up, cowboy.”
Nick didn’t really need the added encouragement. After waiting for the man for hours he was more than ready to go, and the slight burn of the invasion only invigorated the need. He tried to push his ass against Ryan, showing him there was no need to take the slow route.
Ryan seemed to understand and pulled out his fingers, wiped his hands on the towel and picked up the lubed dildo. He pressed the tip against Nick’s hole, slowly pushing it, and Nick pushed back, slick plastic easing its way inside. It felt different from the real thing, but Nick’s body wasn’t about to complain. He could feel Ryan’s hand on his butt cheek, signaling the toy was fully inside him.
From the corner of his eye Nick saw Ryan reaching for something from his kit and a moment later heard a ripping sound. He twisted his head back to look and saw Ryan placing the thick roll of gaffer’s tape on the floor. He had a long strip of the tape in his hand and he gave Nick a crooked smile.
Ryan slapped the end of the tape on Nick’s butt cheek, pulled the strip tightly over both cheeks, trapping the toy inside Nick.
“How does it feel?”
“Good… kinda funny…” Nick stammered. “You’re… you’re thicker.”
“Yeah.” Ryan got up from his knees and leaned on the railing, peering down at the nightly Miami. “Look at that. People think Miami is all about sunshine, but this place really comes alive when the sun goes down.”
Nick looked down at the street, where a couple was walking out of the hotel. His thoughts seemed to run off in three different directions. One of them wanted to call the whole thing off, another one wanted to ask Ryan to take this to the bedroom, and the third one wanted the man to make him scream so loud that everyone on the street would turn to look.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Ryan glanced down at Nick’s rock-hard dick. “But they probably won’t even notice you unless you make some noise.” He picked up something from his open kit and leaned against the railing again, toying with the small remote. “Aren’t you glad I always keep some spare batteries in my kit?” With that he flipped the small switch in the remote.
Nick’s howl escaped from him before his mind caught up and told him to shut up. The vibration humming inside him, warming him up and teasing him rather than satisfying, made him squirm against the cuffs.
“You never answered my question.” Ryan said civilly, glancing down at the well lit street below them.
“Q-q-q-question?” Nick stammered through a wall of heavy moans.
“About your co-workers. I asked if they’re hot.”
“I don’t know…”
“Sure you know.”
“I guess they are.”
“Now we’re making progress.” Ryan flipped the switch and the toy came to a silent halt. “Names?”
“Warrick and Greg, would you just-”
“When I get my answers. Tell me about them.”
“What do you wanna know?”
“What they’re like. Tall and dark? Blond and cute?”
“Rick’s tall and dark and…” Nick tried to move against the pressing weight inside him. “… Greg’s blond and cute. Really quirky hair, pretty eyes and a great smile, now would you just put it back on!” Nick realized how loud he was talking and snapped his mouth shut. A few people down on the street had paused to listen where the voice came from, but then continued down the street.
“Have you ever thought what they’d be like in bed?” Ryan asked softly. “Gentle, hard, tough and dirty?”
“I haven’t really thought about it-”
“Never try lying when you’re cuffed and naked.” Ryan laughed huskily. “You don’t have much of a leverage right now, so be honest. Have you thought about it?”
“Yeah…” Nick groaned. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it, but can you just finish what you started? Please?”
“How do you imagine it would be? You with your ass in the air while they take turns?”
“Please-”
“I don’t even know them and even I’m loving the idea.” Ryan grinned widely at Nick’s frown and flipped the switch again. He eyed the look of stunned bliss on Nick’s face, then pressed a few keys to increase the volume of vibrations. “That idea’s almost as hot as seeing your face like that.”
Little by little the sensation grew and Nick panted like a steam engine, clutching the railing so hard his hands were aching. He was almost too far gone to realize the noise coming from the balcony next to his. The light was suddenly turned on, illuminating a little old lady, whose eyes went wide when she saw her neighbor. Nick was sure his eyes were just as wide with horror, but Ryan didn’t make a move to shut down the toy or cover Nick up with something.
The woman’s mouth hanged open, too shocked to look away or leave. Her eyes went up and Nick’s body, stopping for a while longer on his ass, and then moved up to his flushed face.
“Hello.” Ryan greeted with a polite smile. “Lovely evening, ma`am.”
She gave him a forced little wave and a smile, and backed away from the balcony. A few seconds later the light was flipped off.
“Who says you don’t get to know your neighbors in the big city…” Ryan mused, sounding quite smug. “You were probably the highlight of her vacation.”
Nick wanted to say something along the lines of “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”, but all he could get out of his mouth was a stream of incoherent moaning. He knew he should be ashamed, but his own hard cock flopping along the swaying of his hips made those thoughts useless. He couldn’t remember being so hard since he was a hormonal teenager, and the only thing that could make it even better… He didn’t let himself finish the thought. Ryan was still fully dressed and he didn’t seem to be in hurry to do anything about it. The Miami CSI had a hand on his crotch, rubbing himself through his jeans as he watched Nick.
“I think it`s my turn.” Ryan stated, pulling down his zipper. His hard dick bounced out of his jeans and he reached down to his kit to fish out a condom. Nick stared at him, trying to keep his own climax away long enough to enjoy what the man was about to do.
The tape was ripped off with a slight sting and the toy was pulled out of Nick, not giving him time to settle. Ryan shoved him forward so Nick’s chest was against the railing, guided himself to the Texan’s loosened hole and pushed inside. After the thinner shaft of the toy Nick’s body shivered at the feel of being stretched even wider, accommodating Ryan’s thick cock. The harsh thrusts didn’t show mercy, fucking him hard and deep while Nick’s torso hung over the railing. Nick looked down at the people below them, knowing any of them could see what they were doing if they knew where to look.
Ryan’s palm wrapped around Nick’s cock, pulling him over the edge along with him. Nick came, howling uninhibitedly as Ryan pumped his load inside him. The man slumped down against him, staying buried in the Texan’s body.
The cold metal of the railing was hard against his arms and ribs, but Nick was too exhausted to try to pull himself up. Ryan’s added weight, pushing him down was warming up his back, making the brief moment of post-orgasmic high more tender than Nick would have expected. When Ryan finally pulled away, the cool breeze made Nick shiver, a layer of sweat drying up on his back.
The cuffs were opened without a word, and Nick rubbed his wrists gently to get the circulation back to normal. He took a careful look at Ryan, who had gone inside to dispose the used condom. The CSI came back and pulled Nick into the warmth of the hotel room.
“That was even better than I thought it would be. Are you sore?”
“In a good way.” Nick grinned, still rubbing his wrists. “You got a thing for outdoors?”
“I got a lot of things, some of them in that kit.” Ryan assured and pulled off his shirt. “Get the shower running, and I’ll show you some more tricks I got up my sleeve.”
Nick nodded happily and headed to the bathroom, walking gingerly on his wobbly legs. Ryan really was similar to his namesake, a predator to the core, and if the man decided to stay as long as Nick was vacationing in Miami…
A wide smile spread on Nick’s face. He had a feeling this vacation could kill him with over-exertion, but he was more than willing to take the risk.