Experiment
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,568
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Experiment
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Warrick/Nick
Rating: PG-ish(for now)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Not really bondage, but I'll put in the warning anyway. If anyone being tied up isn't your cup of tea you might want to skip or skim over this.
Summary: Nick is being his sweet, concerned, helpful self.
Disclaimer: CSI and the characters of CSI are not mine, otherwise it'd be a late night HBO show. Featuring Warrick and Nick.
A/N: This is my first ficlet in this fandom, so I hope you enjoy. :)
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Nick's head whipped back in a double take, almost knocking him off balance when he walked by one of the more secluded labs.
Mouth dropping open by what he was seeing, he actually rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was through the crack of the lab door.
Pushing it open slowly, and coming around the unbelievable sight, he looked down into Warrick's flushed face. His eyes swept down the table, and rose to take in Warrick's thick eyelashes brushing his red stained cheeks.
"What the-?" Nick said, the folder of results he got from Greg to show to Gil, forgotten in his slack hand. Warrick jerked at the sound, and blinked open his bright green eyes, shocking even after all this time, to stare up into his.
"Hey Nick," Warrick said, sheepishly waving a bound hand at his best friend. Nick just gaped at him, idly thinking his jaw must have come unhinged. Or something did anyway.
"Uh, Ricky, I don't know...Uh, if you realize this, but you're...Uh-"
Warrick couldn't help but chuckle at Nick's obvious shock and discomfort, shifting on the table to press down on the small of his back. He was starting to ache.
"Yeah I know."
"Right...Do you need help down, or is there a reason," Nick asked cautiously after clearing his throat. The little wiggle Warrick did on the table shot little sparks off somewhere down below, but he was manfully trying to ignore that fact. His hand suddenly revived with feeling, and he remembered it held a file. Slowly he strategically placed it in front of his crotch.
"Nah, there's a reason. I just have to wait until I start feeling my breath restrict and then I push the button so Gris can come untie me," Warrick replied, nonchalant. He thought the way Nick was trying so hard to keep his eyes on his face was kinda cute. Especially when they kept wandering down.
"Ah, okay. Isn't that a little dangerous? You know, possible suffocation factor?" Nick asked, running a thumb over his eyebrow.
"Well, you know, button. Gris running to rescue me," Warrick said, trying his best not to laugh out loud at Nick's expression at the thought of Grissom running.
"Okay, then as long as you're sure. You need anything? Blanket, clothes?"
"No, we had to recreate the exact conditions, so I'm good."
Warrick shivered suddenly, and tried to shift to relieve the aches in his back and legs. The shimmy to his hips, and Nick flushed, eyes darting everywhere but at his friend.
"Ok then! I'll catch you later," Nick said, grinning nervously and beating a hasty retreat to the lab door.
"Hey Nicky!" Nick stopped and turned around awkwardly, waiting patiently for him to speak.
"Thanks for checking on me, man, I appreciate it. Good to know when I need you you'll be there." Nick grinned, a relaxed one this time, and nodded with a wave with his free hand.
"You know it, man, See ya!" A final wave, and Warrick was once again alone in the lab in nothing but his boxer-briefs, restraints contorting his body in a recreation of the crime scene.
Half an hour later, he pressed the button, his lungs finding it hard to take in air naturally.
Grissom came in a minute later and untied him.
"An hour and 15 minutes. It seems our suspect was telling a lie. Thanks for helping me out with this Warrick."
"No problem Gris. It was rather enlightening," Warrick said as he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on. Ignoring the strange look Gil shot him, he whistled his way out of the lab into the hallway to find his partner.
Chuckling to himself, he tried to imagine the sight Nick walked in on. Warrick with his hands stretched down and back, tied to the end of the table. His legs bent to his chest and somewhat supported by a rope from the hook in the ceiling, though it cut into his circulation of his calves when he rested them on the thin twine. He had been as open as a wide receiver down the field.
And the touchdown was that the folder in Nick's hand hadn't covered up before he could see his body's reaction. And that was enough for Warrick to get a game plan.
Enlightening, indeed.
Pairing: Warrick/Nick
Rating: PG-ish(for now)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Not really bondage, but I'll put in the warning anyway. If anyone being tied up isn't your cup of tea you might want to skip or skim over this.
Summary: Nick is being his sweet, concerned, helpful self.
Disclaimer: CSI and the characters of CSI are not mine, otherwise it'd be a late night HBO show. Featuring Warrick and Nick.
A/N: This is my first ficlet in this fandom, so I hope you enjoy. :)
&@&@&@&@&@&@&@&@
Nick's head whipped back in a double take, almost knocking him off balance when he walked by one of the more secluded labs.
Mouth dropping open by what he was seeing, he actually rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was through the crack of the lab door.
Pushing it open slowly, and coming around the unbelievable sight, he looked down into Warrick's flushed face. His eyes swept down the table, and rose to take in Warrick's thick eyelashes brushing his red stained cheeks.
"What the-?" Nick said, the folder of results he got from Greg to show to Gil, forgotten in his slack hand. Warrick jerked at the sound, and blinked open his bright green eyes, shocking even after all this time, to stare up into his.
"Hey Nick," Warrick said, sheepishly waving a bound hand at his best friend. Nick just gaped at him, idly thinking his jaw must have come unhinged. Or something did anyway.
"Uh, Ricky, I don't know...Uh, if you realize this, but you're...Uh-"
Warrick couldn't help but chuckle at Nick's obvious shock and discomfort, shifting on the table to press down on the small of his back. He was starting to ache.
"Yeah I know."
"Right...Do you need help down, or is there a reason," Nick asked cautiously after clearing his throat. The little wiggle Warrick did on the table shot little sparks off somewhere down below, but he was manfully trying to ignore that fact. His hand suddenly revived with feeling, and he remembered it held a file. Slowly he strategically placed it in front of his crotch.
"Nah, there's a reason. I just have to wait until I start feeling my breath restrict and then I push the button so Gris can come untie me," Warrick replied, nonchalant. He thought the way Nick was trying so hard to keep his eyes on his face was kinda cute. Especially when they kept wandering down.
"Ah, okay. Isn't that a little dangerous? You know, possible suffocation factor?" Nick asked, running a thumb over his eyebrow.
"Well, you know, button. Gris running to rescue me," Warrick said, trying his best not to laugh out loud at Nick's expression at the thought of Grissom running.
"Okay, then as long as you're sure. You need anything? Blanket, clothes?"
"No, we had to recreate the exact conditions, so I'm good."
Warrick shivered suddenly, and tried to shift to relieve the aches in his back and legs. The shimmy to his hips, and Nick flushed, eyes darting everywhere but at his friend.
"Ok then! I'll catch you later," Nick said, grinning nervously and beating a hasty retreat to the lab door.
"Hey Nicky!" Nick stopped and turned around awkwardly, waiting patiently for him to speak.
"Thanks for checking on me, man, I appreciate it. Good to know when I need you you'll be there." Nick grinned, a relaxed one this time, and nodded with a wave with his free hand.
"You know it, man, See ya!" A final wave, and Warrick was once again alone in the lab in nothing but his boxer-briefs, restraints contorting his body in a recreation of the crime scene.
Half an hour later, he pressed the button, his lungs finding it hard to take in air naturally.
Grissom came in a minute later and untied him.
"An hour and 15 minutes. It seems our suspect was telling a lie. Thanks for helping me out with this Warrick."
"No problem Gris. It was rather enlightening," Warrick said as he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on. Ignoring the strange look Gil shot him, he whistled his way out of the lab into the hallway to find his partner.
Chuckling to himself, he tried to imagine the sight Nick walked in on. Warrick with his hands stretched down and back, tied to the end of the table. His legs bent to his chest and somewhat supported by a rope from the hook in the ceiling, though it cut into his circulation of his calves when he rested them on the thin twine. He had been as open as a wide receiver down the field.
And the touchdown was that the folder in Nick's hand hadn't covered up before he could see his body's reaction. And that was enough for Warrick to get a game plan.
Enlightening, indeed.