CSI: Miami Horatio Caine Prompt: 50 (The Difficulties In Loving a Redhead Pt. 2)
Title: The Difficulties In Loving A Redhead 2
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Horatio Caine and Rick Stetler
Prompt: 50 Spade
Word Count: 542
Summary: Horatio gets into an argument with his lover.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor am I making any money off of this story.
Author's Notes: For Sylum's D.R. Millennium.
Author's Notes 2: Part One can be found here
Horatio shook his head and pushed off the lockers. He knew that it wasn’t in Rick’s nature to withhold sex, but he wasn’t going to assume that his lover would be home waiting for him.
They were long overdue for a serious conversation as Rick had put it, so Horatio started planning what he was going to tell the brunette hoping it would be enough to placate the man.
He walked out of the locker room with a little smirk twisting his thin lips which left a few folks wondering what their lieutenant was up to.
&/&/&
Horatio arrived home later than he planned. He wasn’t surprised not to see Rick’s car in the driveway. He had heard from Mike Keppler, the swing shift supervisor, that his lover had been called out to an officer involved shooting.
What did surprise him was the note sitting on the breakfast bar.
&/&/&
The redhead sat on his balcony sipping at tumbler of bourbon. He found that Uncle Jack helped him think, but not this night. He was only getting drunk instead of figuring out what Rick had meant when he wrote, “A spade is a spade and will always remain so.”
He passed out in the chaise lounge hours later still confused by his lover. He was awakened by the sun shining brightly in his face. He had a killer hangover and sore heart.
&/&/&
Rick stepped off the elevator at the Reception desk and immediately spotted his lover walking through the atrium with his head down, a cup of coffee in his hand and his sunglasses on. He knew that when Horatio took to wearing his sunglasses inside he was hiding something.
“Horatio,” he called out and watched the redhead wince. “May I have a word?”
Horatio stopped in front of him. He tilted his head allowing his sunglasses to slide down his nose and reveal bloodshot eyes. “A word?” he softly inquired not bothering to hide the sarcasm. “How about spade?”
“Horatio,” Rick said softly trying to keep his lover calm. He was sorry for leaving that kind of note, but at the time he wrote it he had been angry about Horatio visiting Julia. He wanted to apologize and see if he and Horatio could sit down and talk.
“No, Rick,” Horatio replied knowing exactly what the brunette was doing. It annoyed him further. He didn’t want to be calm. He wanted to hurt Rick like the brunette had hurt him. “Of the over six hundred thousand words in the English language, you had to pick that one. Why?”
“It suits you,” Rick found himself stung into retorting.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’re too set in your ways to change.”
“Really?” the redhead growled.
“Can you stand there and honestly tell me that you intended to come home last night and talk to me,” Rick replied. “Really talk to me.”
“Yes,” Horatio hissed.
“Your appearance tells me otherwise,” Rick countered not bothering to hide the hurt he felt.
“Go fuck yourself,” Horatio muttered before turning on his heel and stalking toward the back stairs. He needed some fresh air.
Rick watched him leave and knew that his plan to teach Horatio a lesson had suddenly backfired on him.
TBC…
Part Three
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Horatio Caine and Rick Stetler
Prompt: 50 Spade
Word Count: 542
Summary: Horatio gets into an argument with his lover.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor am I making any money off of this story.
Author's Notes: For Sylum's D.R. Millennium.
Author's Notes 2: Part One can be found here
Horatio shook his head and pushed off the lockers. He knew that it wasn’t in Rick’s nature to withhold sex, but he wasn’t going to assume that his lover would be home waiting for him.
They were long overdue for a serious conversation as Rick had put it, so Horatio started planning what he was going to tell the brunette hoping it would be enough to placate the man.
He walked out of the locker room with a little smirk twisting his thin lips which left a few folks wondering what their lieutenant was up to.
&/&/&
Horatio arrived home later than he planned. He wasn’t surprised not to see Rick’s car in the driveway. He had heard from Mike Keppler, the swing shift supervisor, that his lover had been called out to an officer involved shooting.
What did surprise him was the note sitting on the breakfast bar.
&/&/&
The redhead sat on his balcony sipping at tumbler of bourbon. He found that Uncle Jack helped him think, but not this night. He was only getting drunk instead of figuring out what Rick had meant when he wrote, “A spade is a spade and will always remain so.”
He passed out in the chaise lounge hours later still confused by his lover. He was awakened by the sun shining brightly in his face. He had a killer hangover and sore heart.
&/&/&
Rick stepped off the elevator at the Reception desk and immediately spotted his lover walking through the atrium with his head down, a cup of coffee in his hand and his sunglasses on. He knew that when Horatio took to wearing his sunglasses inside he was hiding something.
“Horatio,” he called out and watched the redhead wince. “May I have a word?”
Horatio stopped in front of him. He tilted his head allowing his sunglasses to slide down his nose and reveal bloodshot eyes. “A word?” he softly inquired not bothering to hide the sarcasm. “How about spade?”
“Horatio,” Rick said softly trying to keep his lover calm. He was sorry for leaving that kind of note, but at the time he wrote it he had been angry about Horatio visiting Julia. He wanted to apologize and see if he and Horatio could sit down and talk.
“No, Rick,” Horatio replied knowing exactly what the brunette was doing. It annoyed him further. He didn’t want to be calm. He wanted to hurt Rick like the brunette had hurt him. “Of the over six hundred thousand words in the English language, you had to pick that one. Why?”
“It suits you,” Rick found himself stung into retorting.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’re too set in your ways to change.”
“Really?” the redhead growled.
“Can you stand there and honestly tell me that you intended to come home last night and talk to me,” Rick replied. “Really talk to me.”
“Yes,” Horatio hissed.
“Your appearance tells me otherwise,” Rick countered not bothering to hide the hurt he felt.
“Go fuck yourself,” Horatio muttered before turning on his heel and stalking toward the back stairs. He needed some fresh air.
Rick watched him leave and knew that his plan to teach Horatio a lesson had suddenly backfired on him.
TBC…
Part Three