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Warning: this chapter contains material intended only for mature audiences… erm… more so than the other chapters.

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Slightly Over Two Weeks Later

Rick pulled his red Mercury Milan into the driveway of his West Miami home. He smiled to himself as he stepped out of the car, running his hand over the crimson finish. It had been slightly over two weeks since he had last driven it, and that was with a gun pointed to his head. He was lucky that Eric was able to recover it, just before it was about to be repainted too. Carl had been arrested for being an accomplice to kidnapping; his garage had been shut down.

Opening the backseat, Rick pulled out a good sized bag full of presents. It was his first day back at IAB since his abduction and people had been popping in and out of his office all day long, showering him with food and gifts. A surprisingly large number of these people were from the CSI labs, in fact, the only person from Horatio's team that didn't give him anything was Natalia. Rick was perfectly fine with that.

He brought the bag and his briefcase into his home, dropping them all in the middle of the living room. Sitting down on the floor, like a little boy on Christmas day, he began opening them. Chocolates, homemade cookies, an ugly tie (Valera)… he had never felt so loved by so many in years. Only one person could have made him happier, but he urged Horatio to take a personal day so he wouldn't be too distracted; after all, there was a lot of work to catch up on. It's not like he hadn't seen his lover since his rescue; Horatio had been at his side when he was in the hospital, kissing and nuzzling him, urging a faster recovery. When Rick had been stuck in his bed for the most of his time off, Horatio had visited and cooked for him every day.

Rick dumped the food on the dining room table and threw away the wrappings. Grinning at Valera's humor, he picked up the hideous tie and made his way upstairs to store it properly. However, it never made it to the tie drawer. It kinda just dropped once Rick took a single step into his bedroom.

He had left his room a mess; cans of soda, dirty dishes, books, magazines, and sheet music littered the bed and the floor. But now everything was clean and picked up. Candles sat on every flat and stable surface, giving the room an ethereal glow. Soft music was playing from the speakers in the corner, the gentle chords and sweet harmonies dancing on the breeze coming from the window. And in the middle of it all was Horatio, lying nude in the middle of Rick's bed, looking over at him longingly.

"Baby, when I think about you," sang the sound system, "I think about love…"

"Horatio?" Rick whispered, almost at a complete loss of breath as he closed the door behind him.

"Rick," the redhead sighed, sliding off the bed and approaching his lover.

It had felt like forever since Rick had last seen Horatio like this. Horatio had refrained from making any sexual advances, wanting to be careful not to open any physical or psychological scars. But it felt now that enough time had passed. Stetler reached out and pulled the redheaded lieutenant in towards him. Rick's hands wandered over Horatio's warm, bare body; lovingly taking in every mound and every dip in his flawless form.

"I love you," Rick whispered into Horatio's neck, kissing and nipping at his pale skin.

"Rick… Rick…" the lieutenant gasped, turning his head to capture his lover's mouth.

The kiss quickly grew heated, Rick unbuttoning his shirt as Horatio maneuvered them towards the bed. The redhead reached down and pulled off Stetler's belt, throwing it across the room and pulling open his pants. In the blink of an eye, the two men had had tangled their limbs on the mattress, quickly relearning every inch of each other's bodies.

Stetler reached over into his nightstand, pulling open the drawer and removing a bottle of lube. Horatio lay on his back and rolled his hips, presenting himself to his lover. Rick quietly shook his head and flipped Horatio over, the redhead propping himself up on his elbows and gasping as he felt the brown eyed man slip a finger into his wanting body.

"Yes," Horatio moaned, pushing against Rick's finger, trying to take it deeper.

"So tight," Rick sighed as he leaned down and kissed up his lover's back.

He slipped in a second finger, making Horatio moan softly and rock his hips against him. The sensuous noises that escaped the redhead's lips as Rick pumped and scissored him drove Rick wild. He lightly stroked himself as he watched Horatio's warm body writhe in want and bead with sweat.

Rick gave his throbbing cock a liberal coat of lube before he removed his fingers and slowly pushed himself into Horatio's tight core. The redhead arched his back, moaning softly at the familiar sensation of his lover filling him.

Rick leaned down, resting his chest against Horatio's back, bringing their bodies flush together. He gave his lover a moment to adjust before he began sucking on the redhead's neck and trusting lightly into his body. Horatio grunted quietly, clenching the sheets in his fists as he felt Rick nip across his shoulders.

The two men set their rhythm to the music filling the room, the bed creaking to their movements. Horatio dug his knees into the mattress, pressing himself against Rick's hard and thick cock. What his lover was doing felt amazing, but he needed something a little harder, a little rougher.

Taking the hint, Rick kissed and licked his way off Horatio's back, sitting upright and thrusting deep into his lover's heat. He reached over and rearranged the pillows on the bed, propping them all up against the cast iron headboard. Rick sat up against the wall of pillows he made, dragging Horatio over with him. He adjusted their bodies just slightly and impaled the redhead on his throbbing hardness.

Horatio cried out in pleasure as he felt Rick bury himself up to the hilt inside of him. He was silenced only by Rick's gentle kisses to his neck. Horatio rested his back against his lover's chest; his hands were guided over their shoulders and onto the bars of the slightly exposed headboard. He grasped onto the cold iron bars, his muscles flexing lightly as his grip tightened with Rick's gentle thrust as the music changed.

"Well, I've never been to Spain," the speakers hummed, "But I kind of like the music…"

Horatio moaned as Rick built their already warm bodies up with the slow crescendo. Rick's solid hands ran over Horatio's heated flesh, stroking him lovingly. The redhead panted and pulled on the bars as their legs tangled beneath them.

Finally, Rick brushed his hands teasingly down Horatio's sweet body, grabbing onto his shaft. Horatio moaned in want as he was finally stroked where he needed it most. His heels scrambled for purchase on the sheets, he gasped frantically as Rick's lips locked onto his neck and sucked gently.

Stetler's thrusts grew erratic as he felt himself teeter on the edge. He roughly pumped the redhead's cock, wanting them to cum together.

"Oh Rick…" Horatio moaned as his lover pushed him that extra step over the edge, "Oh God, Rick! Fuck. Fuck! RICK!"

The redhead was seeing stars as he finally spilled his seed all over his chest and stomach, gasping with pleasure. Stetler bit down onto Horatio's shoulder as he came hard into his perfect and sensuous body. The two of them panted roughly as their muscles gave out, Horatio's trembling hands dropping to his sides. The music softly faded away into silence, leaving the two men with only the sound of their own heavy breathing.

Rick slowly removed his teeth from Horatio's shoulder, kissing gently at the little dents they left. Horatio slowly lifted himself off of Rick's spent cock, stumbled into the master bath, grabbing towels to clean them off. He cleaned up and Rick watched through tired and half lidded eyes. The redhead tossed the towels back into the bathroom and climbed back onto the bed beside his lover.

"I can't believe you just cleaned us up with my best towels," Rick groaned quietly in jest, rubbing his temple.

Horatio chuckled as Rick pulled their bodies together, "I love you too, Rick".

"Well, you have a strange way of showing it," Rick smirked as he lightly pecked Horatio on the cheek.

The redhead propped himself up on his elbow and sighed as he ran his fingers through Rick's short brown hair, "I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you".

"You'll never lose me… at least… never completely. I'll always love you, you know that".

"I don't want to be alone".

"You're a good man, Horatio Caine. You will never be alone for long. There will always be someone there to hold you in their heart. I promise you that".

"Don't talk like that".

"Like what?"

"Like you're going to die".

Rick sat up and pulled Horatio into an embrace, cuddling him gently.

"Me? Die?" Rick purred soothingly to Horatio, "And leave you here like this?"

Horatio nodded and shrugged. He had already lost so many whom he loved so deeply. And given his profession and recent chains of events, he was afraid that Rick would be next. Horatio was still afraid that perhaps he was just fated to be alone for the rest of his life.

Rick gently nuzzled up against his lover's soft red hair and whispered one word.

"Never".

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Music credits:

"Feel Like Makin' Love" – Bad Company

"Never Been To Spain" – Three Dog Night

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