Lessons

Characters:  Nick Stokes/Warrick Brown

Rating:  NC-17

Summary:  A first time story with Warrick and Nick.  Sets shortly after Grissom loses half his team by Conrad Ecklie’s maneuverings.

The overarching glow holds back the edging silhouettes in hidden corners. Warrick lies face up flat on the bed; arm resting over the forehead and legs crossing at the ankles.

Nick has this view: walnut-colored, thick hair; elongated, tight torso; strong and muscular flanks covered by the most beautiful brown-sugared skin. It is the eyes that have always delighted Nick, but right now, they are closed off to him.

Nick wants to mess with Warrick’s apparent coolness. “Hey there, Brown Sugar,” he wants to say, but Nick isn’t comfortable. Not yet. This is raw, too discomfiting.

Just like this is his first climb onto Warrick’s bed to lie down next to him. Nick plants his butt on the pillow and leans on the wall chilled by the air conditioning running on high. Green, silky material captures his eyes as Nick pretends he can’t be looking at brown nipples and he can’t be wondering, what is hiding beneath that fancy underwear.

The moist skin around his navel draws Nick’s attention away from the stretched out body to his stomach. He scratches it while suppressing a whine.

Then Nick owns up to it. “Warrick?” Nick lets streams of air go in and out of his nostrils. Not to mention, a hand is clutching at the sheet. His stomach is twitching with fluttering butterflies.

“Yeah?” Warrick rolls his long and limber body on its side, facing Nick. An arm pillows his head. Fingertips work their way under Nick’s thigh. Nick could move his leg but that would seem ridiculous.

“I don’t think I can sleep.”

“Really. I can sleep for a whole month straight if I didn’t have to get up and take a piss.”

“Man, that is TMI,” Nick says, chuckling. “We can’t, anyway. Gotta work.”

“Don’t I know it. If jackass Ecklie adds one more file to our caseload, I may do Griss a favor and off him myself.”

“Whoa, dawg. Easy.” Nick bends over laughing. It’s the tiebreaker that kills the growing awkwardness. Warrick can get so melodramatic at times.

“There you are. That’s my Nicky with the hundred dollar smile.”

The words are innocent enough but they disrupt Nick’s false tranquil, make him remember why they are three-quarter naked on the bed. He slams close his mouth pinching tongue tip with teeth. Ouch. That hurts.

“Nicky.” Warrick rolls up onto his knees and lays a hand on Nick’s leg, grasping with unintended force. “You’re trembling.”

Take a deep breath. “Warrick, you do know you’re my first.” Hallelujah. He admits the truth and he won’t be surprised if Warrick kicks him out of his bed.

“Who is Mr. Clueless? He, who had to be brought to heel by the act of Grissom. I would’ve never guessed, Nick.”

“Man, I’m serious. I even purchased books,” Nick mutters.

“What books?” Confusion causes ripples in Warrick’s forehead.

“You know.” Cough. “Books about men.” Fire licks at Nick’s neck, flushing right through skin. God, he wants to bury his head under the shower from where he just came from. Was it only like fifteen minutes ago? Let’s rewound, skip the embarrassing parts and start over again.

“When?”

“When what?” Is Warrick even listening. Shouldn’t Warrick heckle him for his stupidity.

“The books, Nick. When did you buy them?”

“Five months ago.”

“Wow.” Warrick drops back on his haunch. “You’re telling me… .” The frown grows to tiding waves. Nick gets the impression that he’s said something terrible.

“You had me chasing you and I thought I had no chance.” Warrick lets out a deep exasperating breath. Then he grins. “You actually bought books about man-on-man love? Now why that doesn’t surprise me?”

“Rick, come on. Help me here.” The flush makes his whole face hot enough to cook eggs.

“All right. You do know experience is a better teacher.”

Nick watches as Warrick knees his way over to his side. An arm goes around his shoulder, pulling him against Warrick’s side. Nick allows himself the touch of comfort. “I told you we don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for,” Warrick says in a voice soothing a skittish mare. “We both needed sleep and I want you here with me.”

Warrick is making Nick feel all kinds of good and is making him feel the bad, as if he’s this wet behind-the-ear baseball player who has to be taught rules before he could play the game. As any student, he has questions. “I saw some interesting pictures. Rick, have you ever-?”

Although he was shocked at the time of discovery, Warrick bisexuality isn’t news to him. He discovered the secret at the oddest place – the movies. Warrick was checking out this man and Nick was observing Warrick when he saw his eyes go for this man’s buttocks. When he think on that time a year ago, the ripple effect over time has been interesting. His vanilla concept of gay men turnover on its proverbial ass. But the one thing they’ve never discussed while they continued on with their friendship was the details of Warrick’s intimate life. Nick now thinks Warrick did it for his protection.

“Do you mean have I gone all the way?” Warrick asks in a slick voice. He slides his feet to bring his knees up to his chest. Nick does the same.

“Yeah.”

The answer is delayed; Warrick fingers are creeping along his leg leaving chills and warmth, causing the images in Nick’s head to come alive. Erotic, imaginative, painful looking even, and he’s fantasized on Warrick in similar positions. Has Warrick really done the things suggested by those pictures in the book? Somehow, Nick couldn’t make himself believe it.

“Yes.”

That knocks Nick back into reality. All Nick could say in a whimper, “You.”

“Yep me,” Warrick gives him a soft smile. “I enjoy giving pleasure and receiving it. Penetration isn’t for everyone but done in the hands of the right person, it could be beautiful.”

“But does it hurt?” Nick blurts out the question.

“Honestly, a little. It depends on the mood. How relax you are. How the other person makes you feel. This calls for expert maneuvering.” Then Warrick scrambles over Nick’s body, kneeling between his legs.

“Um, Rick.” A hand keeps Nick from moving.

“Remember what I said.” Warrick lays a kiss on Nick, all his worries seem to fade into something hot and steam worthy.

“I’m told I’m very good at this. Do you mind?” Warrick asks, stroking over Nick’s chest and sides.

The “No” comes out from a position in the cloud. Nick wants more, tries to get Warrick mouth back on his.

But he makes short work of freeing Nick of his boxers. A trail of kisses goes down his chest. Nick slips fingers in Warrick’s hair and pushes his body against that sweet mouth. Aw, man. Having Warrick sucking on his breast sends a sliver of pleasure down the spine of his back to places below. Knees are bent up. Feet flat on the bed, Warrick has Nick spread open, Nick watches through a sense of skepticism, and turn-on as Warrick gets comfortable down below.

“No, Rick.” Nick attempts to pull Warrick away without hurting him.

Warrick grips his wrist to stop him and smiles up at Nick with dark and intent eyes.

Oh my… . He’s going to scream – yes, no, yes, no. Hell yes, yes, yes. His own gaze glued on the head bobbing up and down because he is so damn aroused at what he’s seeing and feeling and he is-. This is so unfuckingbelievable.

This is one of the pictures in the book. And this is Warrick. So in control, in control of Nick in fact. Nick is doing it, following where Warrick is leading him, wanting that gorgeous and considerate mouth staying with him and on him. Women have done well by Nick but never could they compete with Warrick, this virile, masculine man who got Nick by the clutches of his expertise.

And it takes one more slick lick and a hand tightening on the balls and Nick begins to give way to the talent of his lover. “Warrick,” he yells, not sure that it is okay.

Warrick takes the decision out of his hand. He has a tight hold on Nick and sucks him dry of his semen, of his brains, of his heart, of – well – just about everything. “Fucking fantastic,” says the once mild-manner Nick and he’s sinking down to the bed falling on his back and inhaling air.

Warrick climbs on and over Nick, and takes him by the mouth and pushes inside. Nick tastes Warrick. Is tasting his own special flavor on Warrick’s tongue. The scent of sex pervades the air. To have Warrick on his body is delicious.

But, what is he doing? When did he get naked? There’s a slick hardness brushing up on his lower stomach. Warrick is rocking back and forth, pressing Nick into the mattress. Nick is astonished at another man’s dick sliding over his own.

Nick is crazy about this man. Fought to accept that Warrick means too much to him and if he wants Warrick in his life and Warrick just gives so much of himself to Nick. Even though the unknown is unclear, Nick tests the water and pushes up meeting Warrick thrusting hips. And for his effort he’s told that he’s beautiful.

God.

They say white boys can’t dance too well especially southern boys. Nick discovers all the Fox trot lessons in the world could never match the rhythm and blues of a Las Vegas former Hip Hop master DJ with brains of a scientist.

Nick is twisting and rolling under sweaty skin, kissing hair stubbles on the chin, licking all the skin his tongue could reach, and staring up in amazement at darken, green eyes. Not once does the fear zone come to haunt him. In contrary he’s seeking the spearhead of a raging missile. The sender keeps that head well in range and aims it for the sweaty pale skin on the stomach. Warrick tense and let it go. Nick holds and pats and revels at Warrick’s final lost to completion, in Nick’s arms.

“Jesus,” Nick says, stroking a back.

“No blasphemy in my bed.” Warrick gathers up Nick, rolling them on their sides, facing each other.

They are gazing into each other eyes. Smug green eyes shine at Nick, and Nick knows, Warrick will be more than the sum of his over-inflated ego. “I guess that wasn’t too bad.”

Ha! The shock on Warrick’s face is too precious. “Not too bad. I’ll show-.”

Nick jumps right in close into Warrick’s space and hugs him tight. “You know you were great. It was fantastic.” Nick is one happy puppy.

“Are you okay, really?”

“Rick. I’m better than good. I feel great.”

Nick palms Warrick head in his hands and pushes it on his shoulder. Warrick buries his nose in Nick’s neck. They share quiet time in mind and in bodies. “Can you sleep now?” Warrick asks.

“Yeah, I can.” He could stay in this one spot forever.

“Goodnight, Nicky.” Warrick rises up and gives Nick a quick kiss.

“Night, Rick,” Nick says, squeezing arms and not letting Warrick go. Warrick slowly closes his eyes.

He daydreams of his book, his favorite book, and how he imagines himself in a certain position. Sure, there will be still some fear. But if tonight is an example, he’s game for going on a new journey. But mostly he’s looking forward to loving Warrick.

The End

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