Keeping the Faith

Hi again! Welcome to this little smut-a-thon, with not one, not two, but three different naughty scenes!

Mac’s flying down from New York to Miami, although not for “Felony Flight,” but as a mini-vacation. I figure it’s as good a chance as any for Mac to pay back Horatio for what he did in chapter 2 of my “New York State of Mind” story.

I don’t know what prompted this one, besides reading other people’s stories and developing a temporary fixation for “boys with toys.” That, and I decided that it was Horatio’s turn to get used, so to speak, so what the hell. I was wondering how to open up the first half of the chapter when I got the idea to “mix the couples” a bit more, so to speak. Nothing like a bit of casual sex to get the day started, hmm?

This chapter’s warnings: M/M, M/M/M, D/s, toys, oral, anal, some soloM

This chapter’s pairings: Mac/Speed, Speed/Horatio/Mac

Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn't hurting anyone
And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change

I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong, for all I know
But you may be right

Billy Joel – "You May Be Right"

FOUR MONTHS AFTER SHOOTING

Tim Speedle was bored.

Horatio was at work, as usual. And, also as usual, Tim was at home, contemplating yet another day of being bored out of his mind. There was no laundry to be folded, no dishes to wash, and he couldn’t ride his Ducati. It was no fun cooking for just one person, and Speed still had problems doing regular household chores with just his left hand, anyhow. He sent a glare at his still-useless right arm, still encased in that damn brace. Glaring at it wasn’t going to do him any good, he knew, but it made him feel a bit better.

“Just so you know, I’m still mad at you,” he told the arm matter-of-factly. He got no reply, which wasn’t surprising, and sighed. “It never ceases to amaze me,” he confided in the ceiling, “how there can be so many channels on TV and still have absolutely nothing to watch.”

Out of sheer boredom, he wandered to the living room and sat on the couch, flicking on the TV. Mindlessly he scrolled through the channels, passing through the sappy midday melodramas, infomercials for bathroom cleaners and mail-order medical supplies, and the replays of old movies that nobody had really cared about in the first place. Sports held no interest for him, despite all the muscular men in tight uniforms. Even the science channels let him down, with shows he’d already seen a dozen times. Cop shows were out; even if he could get into one, all the inconsistencies and mishandling of evidence just bothered him.

Idly he found Animal Planet and found an episode that seemed mildly interesting: alligator wrestling in the suburbs of Florida. God knows he’d seen enough of it firsthand, but it was still amusing to watch little old ladies screech and holler while their macho sons and husbands tried to “assist” Animal Control. One dumbshit almost lost a hand, which made Speed snort. How in the hell did this guy think that a cheap little wooden baseball bat would be sturdy enough to stop a gator bite? A full-grown alligator, of the right size and species, could crush rocks with its teeth if it so desired.

Speed’s cynical, intelligent, and very bored mind was indulging in a fantasy about setting alligators loose in the Miami-Dade Jail—and maybe sneaking one or two onto the set of a particularly boring soap opera—when he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

He hopped up and headed toward the nearest handset, on the end table next to Horatio’s favorite chair. Snatching it up, he cradled it to his ear. “Caine residence.”

“Speed! Hey, it’s Danny Messer, from New York. How ya been, pal?”

Speed brightened; he liked Danny. He’d first met the New Yorker, over the phone, when Horatio had flown to the Big City because of a court date from one of his old cases. During the course of his stay, Horatio had learned that Danny was sleeping with Mac Taylor but the two were having relationship problems. In true Caine style, Horatio had none-too-gently forced Mac to open his eyes. In the meantime, Speed and Danny had chatted over the phone and had become fast friends.

“Been all right, Danny. Bored, but all right.”

Danny chuckled. “I hear that. Hey, your arm still busted?”

Speed sighed. “Yeah. I’m still a damn cripple. Physical therapy won’t start for another couple of weeks.”

“That sucks.” Danny paused. “Hey, wanna do me a favor?”

Other people may have been offended, but directness was just as much a part of Danny as quiet cynicism was of Speed. “What’s up?”

“Well, Mac’s got a coupl’a days off, and he’s wantin’ to fly down there ta see Horatio.”

“Oh, really.”

“Yeah. You don’t mind, do ya?”

“No, of course not. But why call me? Why not just ask H directly?”

Danny sighed; it sounded like he was settling into a chair or something. “Well, Mac’s the kinda guy that don’t like to impose, ya know? He wasn’t sure if H wanted to do anything, or if he’d even have the time. I hear, your guy works more than mine does.”

Speed snorted. “Yeah, H is a workaholic if there ever was one.”

“So, I just wanted to run it by ya, see if it’s aright. Mac don’t wanna be rude, eh?”

“Oh please, by all means. Impose on the bored, crippled guy. I’ve got nothing better to do, and I think H’d like the visit.”

Danny cackled. “Sounds good ta me, I’ll let ‘im know. I figure Mac’ll hop a plane tomarra morning, be there by the afternoon. Sound good?”

“Works for me. I’ll pick him up from the airport, if you’ll call me later with the time.”

“Fantastic. Thanks, pal.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Speed glanced back at the TV, his interest lost. Instead, his mind was occupied with thoughts of Horatio, and Mac flying down to see the redhead, and H’s story of just what he’d done to the Marine. Speed grinned at the thought.

Suddenly the light bulb flashed in his head, and Speed was no longer bored. He had plans to make.

“Hey, you’re Mac? I’m Tim Speedle.” The young man held out his left hand, curled downward to shake Mac’s right. “Sorry, my right hand doesn’t work as well as it used to.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Speedle, but I didn’t hear very much about this.” Mac eyed the right arm, or at least what he could see of it. Speed wore a button-up shirt, but only his left half was dressed properly. On his right side, the sleeve was empty and the cuff actually safety-pinned to the shoulder. The shirt was only buttoned on the bottom half, with the top open enough that his right hand could hang casually out, the edges of a medical sling visible around the wrist. Tim’s chest was hairy without being obscenely so, and Mac’s eyes noticed a bit of molded white plastic covering most of the right pectoral.

“Call me Speed, or Tim, it doesn’t really matter. And this is actually a medical brace to make sure I don’t move my arm. I’ve got an artificial shoulder now, but I’m supposed to keep this sling on for another two weeks, and then I’ve got all kinds of physical therapy to go through.” Speed patted his own shoulder, thumb idly ghosting over one spot. “I took a bullet, right here. Blew the joint clean apart. Guy couldn’t have busted me up worse if he’d been point blank, hitting me right there.”

“Does it still hurt?” Mac asked quietly. He’d known pain before, but nothing that ever came close to this.

Tim gave a slight shake of his head. “Only when a bad weather system moves in, or I move it too much. Worst part of it is, I was born right-handed.”

Mac grimaced in sympathy. “Well, I’ll try not to ask you for too much.”

Tim tilted his head. “Hey, you’re the guest. Now c’mon, car’s this way.”

It had stunned Tim, once wounded, to learn that Horatio owned a car. Logically he’d known that Horatio drove to and from work every day, that he went places off the clock, and that he didn’t own his department-issue Hummer, but it had royally floored him to have Horatio casually loan him his car while he was wounded… automatic transmission, of course.

“Nice ride,” Mac said appreciatively as Tim pushed the button on the keychain that popped the trunk.

“It’s H’s, but thanks. He’s loaning it to me because I can drive it one-handed.”

“Nice of him,” Mac said idly as they climbed in. Tim had obviously practiced inserting the key and starting the car with his left hand, as well as actually driving it. Mac couldn’t help grinding his teeth whenever Speed had to turn the wheel all the way around to back out of the parking space, and Tim pretended not to notice the Marine’s foot twitching, as though dying to smash down on an invisible brake pedal.

“You always drive, don’t you?” Tim asked casually.

Mac looked at him, dropped his head, and gave a little laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“Well, I can’t say I blame you. One-handed driver, and all that. And it’s not even my dominant hand.” Tim was a bit more agile than Mac had given him credit for, the hand dancing across the wheel to shift the gears back to ‘drive’ before coming back to the 10 o’clock position, fully rotating the wheel again in order to straighten the vehicle and get it moving.

“So did you have the surgery recently?” Mac asked, as much to make conversation as out of innate curiosity.

“Well, I got shot about four months ago, but the shoulder never regained full usage, and then I broke it again about a month and a half ago and please don’t ask how. It hurt like a bitch, so H talked me into getting the joint replaced. So now I gotta go back to being one-handed.” He shook his head. “I swear, I write better with my left hand now than I did when my right first got out of that brace.”

Mac didn’t seem to mind that the windows were down, for which Tim was glad. Tim drove with the windows down whenever possible, missing the feel of the wind in his hair and the sun on his face from riding his Ducati. Sadly, it was kinda hard to ride a motorcycle one-handed, as he’d learned the very hard way roughly six weeks ago.

Mac spoke again. “So if it’s a new joint, why do you have to wait so long before the therapy?”

“Letting all the bone settle in around the plates and the screws, all the tendons grow where they’re supposed to, that kinda thing. Make sure everything looks right before they try moving it around a lot.”

Mac twitched a smile. “You set off metal detectors?”

Speed answered him with a grin. “Why do you think I met you out here instead of in the terminal? I can’t flash a badge and get by the rent-a-cops anymore.” They paused at a stoplight, and Speed took the time to slide on a stylish-looking pair of yellow sunglasses.

Mac snorted and allowed himself to fall silent and take in the scenery. “So, what have you and Horatio got planned for me?”

“Why, what ever could you mean by that?”

Mac shot a look at the younger man who was carefully watching the road, and gave a short laugh. “I think I know Horatio well enough to expect that you two have something planned for me, and I like to be prepared.”

“Well…”

“Come on, Tim.”

Speed let the moment build for a moment, then sighed. “Sadly, nothing planned for you.”

Mac caught the enunciation. “Something planned for someone else? Horatio, perhaps?”

“Maybe.” Tim’s face was carefully neutral behind his easy-to-see-through shades, but Mac wasn’t so easily fooled. Tim knew it, too. “Hey Mac, I was wondering… think you could help me with a little project I’ve been planning?”

Mac considered carefully. “Like what?”

Speed paused at another stoplight and turned to Mac, leering outright. “I’m topping H tonight. I’ve got plans, but I can’t really pull them off one-handed.”

On the one hand, this sounded interesting to Mac. On the other hand, he couldn’t help but wonder what he was getting himself into. “What kind of help would you need?”

Speed gave a one-shoulder shrug as he turned back to the road, and the light turned green after a few seconds. “Well, not really help, I guess. I just thought you’d like to get back at him for what he did to you in New York.”

Mac blinked. Tim shot a glance at him and saw not a passenger but a co-conspirator. “I’m listening.”

Mac’s head was all but spinning as Speed pulled up to Horatio’s house. What the redhead’s lover had planned had made the Marine squirm in his seat and place serious effort in trying to think about shoes, tax forms, grouting showers, and little old ladies.

He had to hand it to Speed, though; the man had a deviously erotic mind. “You two make the perfect couple,” Mac muttered as he climbed out of the car.

“How do you figure?” Speed pushed the button on the keychain that popped the trunk.

Mac retrieved his bag and closed the trunk again. He paused, locking eyes with the dark-haired man. “Besides nymphomania and insanity?”

Speed reared his head back, howling with laughter as they made their way up the driveway. Mac wondered aloud why they didn’t put the car in the garage, and Speed answered that he still had some furniture in there, as well as what was left of his treasured motorcycle.

Mac furrowed his brow. “What do you mean, ‘what’s left of it’? What happened to it?”

Speed sighed and tapped his arm brace with his good hand. “I tried to ride it one day while Horatio was at work.”

Mac clicked his tongue in sympathy. “No further questions, Your Honor.” Speed snorted at that as he unlocked the door and showed Mac inside.

Speed lead the way around the house, showing Mac where the kitchen and living room were, the laundry room, and the guest bedroom and bathroom. The one-armed man stood in the doorway while Mac quickly and efficiently unpacked his bag. When that was done, Mac sat on the bed and looked at Speed. “So now what do we do while we’re waiting for Horatio?”

Tim shrugged. “I’m sure we can think of something.” There was a brief silence. “Think you can help me with my arm brace?”

“How do you mean?”

Tim gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I was gonna get in the shower. Kinda hard to get it off one-handed.”

Mac gave a slow nod. “Horatio usually helps you out with this?”

“Yeah. See, thing is, I don’t want to wait for him.” Speed headed for the bathroom, detouring long enough to find a towel and sling it over his good shoulder, and Mac followed. The bathroom was somewhat larger than what Mac was used to, the tub especially so, with sliding doors rather than a curtain for the shower. Mac didn’t ask the question, and Tim didn’t answer as he hung the towel over the rack and slid open the shower doors—frosted glass panels—to bend and get the hot water running. He held his hand under the tub faucet, occasionally reaching up to turn the hot or cold knob until it was just right, and stood.

“I’ll try not to take too long,” Tim said as he worked his hand down the buttons on the front of his shirt. “Sometimes I just get lost, standing in here. Spray feels pretty damn good, especially on this shoulder. Good thing H has such a big water heater.”

He also has a bottle of water-based sexual lubricant among the shampoos and conditioners, Mac noted silently. Aloud, he simply said, “I’ve never found the point. In the Marines, any shower lasting longer than four minutes was considered excessive.”

Tim tilted his head as he turned his back, allowing Mac to fiddle with the little straps. He removed it carefully, laying it to the side, and Tim couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter at how pale his shoulder was—as if the rest of him were tanned, he thought with another snort. Mac asked, “You going to leave the sling on in the shower?”

Tim gave a one-shouldered shrug, more habit now than anything. “Nah. I was going to, but I’ve just got this urge to get completely and totally naked, you know? I’d like to spend at least a few minutes, every once in a while, wearing nothing but my own skin.” He began to tug on the strap of his sling, pretending not to notice the way Mac’s eyes had suddenly darkened and become a bit glassy, the Marine’s jaw going just a bit slack. “I swear, some days I forget that I was born with two arms, and not an arm and a plastic nub.”

His right arm hanging limply at his side, Speed massaged the bicep and the elbow joint, stiff from being held at a bend so much. When he’d worked a bit of the kink out, he started working one-handed on his own belt, and Mac stiffened and turned as if to leave when Speed’s voice stopped him. “Stick around, would you?”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna keep talking to you.” There was something in his tone that made Mac a little suspicious, but he ignored it, lowering the seat on the commode and sitting down. Tim didn’t say another word as he dropped his pants and boxers, although Mac could’ve sworn he saw Speed wiggle his ass just a bit before disappearing into the steam. The shower door closed, and Tim’s silhouette bent to pull the knob over the faucet. There was a momentary silence as the water was diverted to the overhead sprayer, and then came the familiar hiss of the spray and an appreciative growl from the warm body beneath it.

The conversation, if one could call it that, was little more than idle chitchat over the frosted glass of the sliding shower doors. Mac sat staring straight ahead for the most part; the thought of watching Tim shower seemed somehow wrong to him. From what he could tell from the little glances that he just couldn’t help taking, Tim was doing a fine job of washing himself, even with uncapping the shampoos and liquid soaps and applying them properly to the navy blue loofa that hung from the showerhead.

And he would swear that Speedle was flirting with him. That confused Mac more than anything; he’d thought that H and Speed were getting along famously as a couple… until he remembered how casually Horatio had topped him, and the friendly kind of lust that the redhead had displayed—and acted on—towards Danny. Mac hadn’t been privy to the discussion between Horatio and Danny about Tim and H’s somewhat open relationship, but Danny had filled him in later.

So yes, Tim Speedle could very well be flirting with Mac Taylor. The unshaven man had also gone oddly quiet in the shower.

“Tim?”

“Y-yeah?” Something about the reply made Mac’s head turn almost against his will. Through the translucent glass, he could see that Tim had his back completely turned to Mac; the injured man’s good shoulder was against the shower wall, and his good hand was… not holding the loofa. It was between his legs. In the back.

He’s finger-fucking himself while he’s talking to me.

“Tim? You okay in there?”

There was a soft sigh, barely discernable over the hiss of the shower. “I’m fine. Why?”

“Nothing. You just went a little quiet on me.” Through the glass, he could see the shape of Tim’s body, and the hand that was slowly pumping fingers in and out. Mac bit his lip, finding that he wasn’t surprised at the fact that he was getting hard. In fact, it would be difficult not to.

“I’m fine,” Speed repeated, and Mac saw the man’s near-useless right arm twitching, trying to use the forearm without moving the shoulder, which was nigh impossible. Poor guy can’t even jerk himself while he’s doing that, the Marine noted with a small twinge of sympathy.

“Anything I can do to help?” Mac asked calmly, ignoring the way the reserved and proprietary half of his brain suddenly started screaming at him. Speed was all but asking Mac to fuck him, and Mac found the invitation to be most agreeable. His cock certainly did, anyway, as Mac stroked himself through his pants. Speed’s plans for Horatio came flashing back to him, and Mac could feel his libido roaring to life.

“Actually, there is.” Speed’s fingers removed themselves from their warm little cocoon as the man turned to place a palm on the glass. “Would you mind scrubbing my back?” Speed peered out at him from behind the sliding door, and Mac blinked. The guy’s hard as a rock.

“I’d get wet,” Mac objected casually, sure that Speedle could see the Marine’s hand giving himself a full-frontal massage through his pants.

“Then take your clothes off,” Speed replied, just as casually.

Mac looked at him for a long moment, needing confirmation. “You’re flirting with me, aren’t you?”

Speed tossed out a lecherous grin. “See, who says you’re not a great detective?”

To Mac’s not-quite-surprise, his own hands were already working to remove his clothing. “You’re sure Horatio won’t mind?”

“I’m sure,” Tim said, his voice turning petulant. “And besides, he got to experience you firsthand, and all I got was that dildo he made of you.”

That halted the Marine in his erotic tracks, with one leg out of his pants. “He kept that?!”

Speed blinked at him. “He said that you said he could.”

Mac thought about that one. “I never said he couldn’t,” he said slowly. They looked at each other, and Speed gave a soft snort. “All right, I’m coming,” Mac grumbled good-naturedly, letting the rest of his clothes slide to the floor.

“I hope you’re not. Not yet, anyway,” Speed leered at him as he held the door open, and Mac stepped inside and slid the door closed behind him.

Mac chuckled. “I should tell you, I’ve never been much for a casual…” he racked his brain for the term.

“Casual fuck?” Speed supplied the answer even as he moved forward, sliding his good arm around Mac’s waist and pressing himself against the Marine’s muscular form, twitching as their erections brushed.

“Yeah.”

“Well, don’t worry about it,” Tim said with a lazy grin as he ground his hips into the Marine’s. “We’ll get to more meaningful stuff when H gets home tonight. But for now…” He tilted his head up, pressing his lips to Mac’s.

Mac felt himself swept up in the dizzying rush of blood that accompanied that kiss. He couldn’t believe how aroused he was. Perhaps it was the man kissing him, scruffy and unshaven and with a casual, laid-back personality that Mac found so attractive for some odd reason. Perhaps it was the fact that it was sex in the shower, which didn’t happen to the Marine too often, for reasons he’d already stated. Or maybe it was just the thought of just having a casual lay with a man that clearly desired him.

Or a combination of the three. Either way, Mac was definitely getting turned on, and he slid a hand up to grasp Speed’s shower-soaked hair as his other hand reached between them, finding Speed’s erection and wrapping a broad hand around it, and Speed moaned into Mac’s mouth.

“You’re not too subtle, are you?” Mac murmured as he broke the kiss to slide his lips down Speed’s sandpaper jaw to the juncture of the man’s left shoulder.

“Subtlety is for politicians,” Speed replied, tilting his head back to give Mac a better angle. “I’m a scientist.”

Mac smiled into the shower-wet skin, pressing hesitant lips in a request for more force. Speed’s hand moved to Mac’s head, threading fingers through the soaked brown hair in a push of gentle insistence. Mac acknowledged the silent permission by pressing his lips firmly against the younger man’s shoulder, applying suction, marking him, and Speed groaned and lifted his head to chew carefully on Mac’s ear.

Mac could feel Speed’s eagerness, the younger man’s cock throbbing in the Marine’s hand. “So I take it you want to get fucked?” Mac rumbled as he released Speed’s shoulder, and he felt the man’s length twitch. Speed stepped back, brown eyes heavy with lust, and turned around to give Mac a shot at his rear. Mac took it, stepping forward and grabbing Speed’s hip roughly with his right hand, his left bracing against the tiled wall, and Speed gripped the small handrail built into the shower doors.

Mac positioned himself at Speed’s entrance, and hesitated. Speed sensed the question and turned his head to speak over his shoulder. “I’m clean, and I’m already stretched and lubed,” he assured the Marine, voice cracking slightly, betraying his eagerness. Mac took the information in good faith and pressed forward. Speed had indeed done some stretching before inviting Mac into the shower, and Mac slid into that tight heat, the younger man’s insides gripping him like a velvet glove. He buried himself all the way to the hilt, and Speed moaned and pressed back.

“How hard do you want it?” Mac growled, bucking his hips, and Speed made a low humming noise deep in his throat.

“Just… just don’t make me hit my shoulder on anything,” Speed finally replied, voice heavy. Mac responded by pressing himself close to the warm body in front of him, his left hand still on the wall and his right hand encouraging Tim to bend slightly before descending to younger man’s iron-hard member. Speed was forced to brace his good hand on the wall next to Mac’s as the Marine made good use of the slightly better angle, battering Speed’s prostate, and the brown-eyed man moaned loudly.

Speed wasn’t going to last long under Mac’s assault, and his legs started to tremble as he neared orgasm, moaning as Mac stroked him inside out. The Marine felt it coming and he slowed, savoring it, making it last. Speed groaned and pushed back against Mac’s hips, begging for more, and Mac waited until Speed was right on the edge before suddenly increasing his speed, and the younger man howled at the sudden onslaught as he came, Mac’s hand pumping the throbbing length as the Marine buried himself deep inside the brown-eyed man.

Finally Speed sagged against Mac’s muscular frame, but the Marine was ready, catching him before he fell. “Thanks,” Speed whispered. He reared his head back, laying it on Mac’s right shoulder. Mac muttered a thanks of his own as he lowered his lips to Speed’s good shoulder, planting a friendly kiss.

“Want to finish your shower?” Mac finally growled into Speed’s ear, and the younger man snorted.

“I was already clean.” He paused. “But you’re not.” Speed stood and turned to face Mac, carefully dropping to his knees in the wet shower, finding Mac’s erection. His good hand searched around the shower before finding the loofa he’d abandoned earlier, still with a bit of soap on it, and Speed began washing Mac’s midsection.

Mac blinked down at the younger man. Speed’s face was unreadable; a combination of tenderness, glee, and post-orgasmic afterglow, but Mac decided it didn’t matter as Speed carefully began washing Mac’s erection. When Speed apparently declared Mac clean, he did so by dropping the loofa, letting the shower rinse off the soap, and then burying his face in Mac’s pubic hair.

Mac growled and held his hips still as Speed expertly sucked his cock, soaked black hair bobbing over Mac’s length. Speed used his good hand to massage Mac’s balls as he swirled his tongue around the head, dipping briefly in the Marine’s slit before deep-throating him again, and Mac groaned. Speed gave damn good head, Mac decided, finally allowing his hips to thrust slightly, and Speed welcomed him.

It was with a hiss and a loud growl that Mac came, hips twitching as he slid into Speed’s mouth as far as the younger man could take him, and Speed sucked firmly, milking every drop, and the Marine shuddered. When he was finished, Mac looked down and saw Speed looking back at him, mouth covered in the salty white fluid. Mac reached down to help Speed to his feet, capturing the younger man’s mouth and cleaning every scrap of himself from the unshaven face.

“Mac?” Tim finally mumbled as he moved to embrace the larger man.

“Yeah?”

Speed gave Mac’s waist a squeeze. “The water’s getting cold.”

Mac hadn’t even noticed, but it was true. Chuckling, he released Speed and reached down to turn off the water, sliding the doors open. Mac reached for the towel as he stepped out, scrubbing his hair dry, and suddenly realized that he’d grabbed the only towel. He looked back at Speed, still dripping in the shower. “Wait there, I’ll go get you another one,” Mac promised as he tied the fabric around his waist and padded out into the hallway. He located the linen closet and grabbed a pair, going back to the bathroom and finding the shower door closed. “Tim?”

The door cracked open a bit. “You left the door open, and I’m wet.”

Mac chuckled. “Sorry. Here, I brought you towels.”

Tim accepted the peace offering, stepping onto the bath mat and allowing Mac to gently dry his legs and feet as Tim took the other towel and dried his own chest and hair. Mac stood and rubbed the cloth firmly against Tim’s back, earning an appreciative growl.

Eventually Mac tied the towel around Speed’s waist and took the spare, hanging it back on the bar. “Now, we need to get that brace back on you,” Mac said in a tone that brooked no argument, and Speed sighed. He allowed Mac to help him into the sling, and Mac ran careful fingers along the arm as he settled the plastic brace into place just so, strapping it on.

One-armed once again, Speed stared at the brace as if in defeat. He sighed and shook his head, and looked up at Mac. “Want something to eat?”

Mac nodded. “You can cook one-handed?”

“Sure. I just need help with a few things.”

Mac followed Speed to the kitchen, suddenly laughing. Speed turned. “What’s so funny?”

Mac snorted. “More things to occupy our time until Horatio gets home?”

Tim grinned. “Hey, we have to eat, too. How about we make something now, eat a little of it, and finish it off after we’re done with H?”

“Sounds good to me. What did you have in mind?”

Remember how I found you there
Alone in your electric chair
I told you dirty jokes until you smiled
You were lonely for a man
I said ‘take me as I am’
‘Cause you might enjoy some madness for a while

Now think of all the years you tried to
Find someone to satisfy you
I might be as crazy as you say
If I'm crazy then it's true
That it's all because of you
And you wouldn't want me any other way

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
It's too late to fight
It's too late to change me
You may be wrong, for all I know
But you may be right

Billy Joel – "You May Be Right"

Horatio stood in his office in the Crime Lab, hands on his hips, watching the orderly bustle of the lab techs without really seeing them. His mind was on Mac, on Speed and on Mac’s little vacation. Knowing Speed, there would probably be some sort of erotic plans for tonight.

Right on cue, his cell phone rang. He flicked an eyebrow as he removed the device from his belt, flipping it open and raising it to his ear. “Horatio.”

“H,” a breathy voice said in his ear, and Horatio felt his cock stir out of pure habit. “I have a little surprise for you.”

“Oh, and what’s that, Speed?” Horatio replied, moving to where he couldn’t be overheard.

“Mac’s coming down for a visit today.”

Horatio’s eyebrows flicked. “He is? Odd, he didn’t call.”

“Danny called to let me know. But that’s only part of what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You know that little toy I told you to bring to work with you?”

“Yes? I was wondering what you wanted me to do with it.” Horatio reached his office, eyes drawn to the locked desk drawer containing a cloth-wrapped little bundle.

“Well, I want you to take it out, go to the bathroom,” Speed took a breath, voice trembling, betraying his arousal, “and I want you to put it in and leave it there.”

Horatio’s breath hitched, his cock giving a twitch. “Leave it there?”

“For the rest of the workday. And leave the vibrator off.” Tim gave an evil little laugh. “Call me when you get in the car and you’re ready to drive home. Oh, and H?”

“Speed?”

“You are not allowed to come.”

Suddenly the call ended, and Horatio was left staring at the phone. He really didn’t want to try working with a sex toy just sitting inside him, but Tim was topping tonight, and what Master wanted, Master got. Idly he licked his lips, swiping a casual palm across the front of his pants. Taking a quick glance around to make sure he wasn’t being watched, Horatio stepped over to his desk, unlocked the drawer, withdrew the little bundle, stuck it quickly inside his dress jacket, and headed for the men’s room.

In the men’s room, Horatio headed straight for an unoccupied stall, stepping inside and closing the door and making damn sure the bolt was locked. When it was, he dropped his pants and boxers, and reached inside his coat for the bundle.

Wrapped in a handkerchief was a dildo, of slightly-above-average length and width, with the speed control for a vibrator sticking out of the end. It was a perfect copy of Speed’s dick. Horatio stared at it, absently licking his lips as he felt the heat pooling in his groin. Technically his shift would end in roughly one hour, provided nothing came up. His mouth twisted wryly at his own internal pun… and what the hell would he do if he was forced to go out on another call? The thought of crouching down next to Alexx and a dead body, with a rubber cock shoved up his ass, didn’t appeal to him. And at the same time, it gave him a charge; the thought of working normally, all that time with such a dirty secret buried within him—again, no pun intended—made his own length give a definite twitch. He hadn’t even put it in, and already he was getting a rush. Dammit, Speed, I won’t see you for at least another hour and a half, and you’re already making me hard.

Making his decision, Horatio reached inside his coat for a tiny bottle of lube. He was rarely without it, and yet the bottle never seemed to see the light of day. Then again, Horatio was the type to always be prepared. He turned and backed to the commode, letting his pants and boxers puddle at his ankles so that anyone who happened to glance under the door would see a man that was presumably taking care of business. Briefly he unscrewed the cap of his little torture device, noticing the batteries nestled inside, and closed it back up with a smile and shake of his head. He was going to have to stretch himself out for this.

Sticking the toy in his coat pocket for safekeeping, Horatio dribbled some lube on his fingers. Bending over with the bottle in one hand braced against the wall, his oiled hand reached behind him, questing for the tight little pucker. His eyes closed involuntarily; biting his lip to keep silent, he penetrated himself. He briefly entertained the notion of playing with his prostate before chalking it up to be a bad idea. Horatio was one of those men that became extremely vocal when he was on the bottom—a complete 180-degree turn from when he topped—and the last thing he needed was for one of his subordinates to walk into the bathroom and have his ears assaulted by the sounds of his boss moaning.

Slowly Horatio inserted a second slick finger, trying not to savor the delicious sensations too much as he twisted, pumped, and scissored them, stretching the tight muscle. Sternly he reminded himself to leave his prostate alone as he began to slowly work in a third finger. When he felt he’d stretched himself as much as he could stand, he removed his fingers and pulled the toy back out. He gave another wry smile as he covered it liberally with lubricant, bent over, and slowly worked it in.

Little sparks flashed behind his eyes, and it took every ounce of self-control to keep silent and to not start fucking himself with it. It was one of Horatio’s dirty little secrets: when he bottomed, he bottomed, and he became a fiend for stimulation. Speed knew that, and so it was a sort of exquisite torture for the redhead, being forced to be his dominant and controlled public self while having a 6.25-inch (rubber) dick nestled firmly in his rectum.

Finally Horatio got it all in and forced himself to let go of it. Briskly he capped the lube, pulled up his boxers and pants, flushed the toilet for good measure, unlocked the door, and headed straight for the sink to wash his hands. He’d need to check the bathroom stall before he left; he wanted no trace of lube anywhere, not when he was the bathroom’s only occupant at the time. He’d already heard whispers of some ugly rumors, stemming from having a confirmed homosexual living with him, and as much as he wanted to put those rumor mills in their places and go public, he knew it would ruin him. He’d built up a careful reputation over the years, and such rumors could completely obliterate his credibility with the citizens he protected. To have those people suddenly stop trusting him would be a very deep wound, indeed.

Satisfied that he was without any lube transfer, Horatio headed back out into the lab. Suddenly he was struck by the fact that he had no cases he was actively working on at that very moment; it had been a slow crime day, which was in itself a rarity.

That left paperwork, to be completed while sitting at his desk.

Speed, you bastard, I’m going to get you back for this.

An hour later, Horatio seated himself carefully in his rented car, one hand with some papers casually covering the tent in his pants. He sent yet another silent prayer of thanks to his Irish ancestors, whose genes had given him a fair complexion that hid his blush. It had been all kinds of embarrassing to talk to anyone in the lab, and he’d been carrying around a sheaf of meaningless documents ever since Speed’s phone call.

Setting the papers aside, he took the phone from his belt and punched a number. The phone trilled in his ear, crackled, and a voice came on the line. “Caine residence.”

“Speed, it’s me.”

A distinctly smug note crept into his lover’s voice. “Ah, H. You in the car?”

“I am.”

“Does it have tinted windows?”

Horatio’s breath caught. “No.”

Speed clicked his tongue. “Too bad. I want you to reach behind you, into your pants, and I want you to turn the vibrator on the lowest setting.”

Horatio’s cock gave a definite twitch. “Speed…”

“Do it. And you still can’t come yet.”

“Speed, I… not in the parking lot, please.”

Tim snickered. “Fine. You can make a quick pit stop in a gas station and do it then. But you’d better hurry up, traffic’s starting to pile up on the causeway.”

Horatio swallowed. “All right.”

“Good boy. See ya when you get home, H.” Speed ended the call with a dark laugh.

Horatio stared at the device in his hand, which didn’t respond. He swallowed and put the phone back on his belt, and gripped the steering wheel tightly as he turned the ignition. He was almost painfully hard now, and he hoped to God he could get out of the parking lot in case anybody rapped on his window and needed to talk.

He pulled out and onto the road. He seriously considered stopping at a gas station as Speed had suggested, before remembering that he still wore his badge and gun. He could either carry his coat over his arm and curtain the front of his pants, or he could keep his dress jacket on and conceal his gun, putting the public more at ease. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking.

Making his decision, he took the back roads, pulling over on a deserted stretch and putting the car in park, scooting forward in the seat to reach behind him and into his pants. It took a bit of wriggling before he located the vibrator, and he couldn’t help biting his lip and growling as he turned the knob just enough to turn it on. The toy pulsated calmly against his prostate, and Horatio leaned his head back against the headrest for a moment, licking his lips.

He had to get home. Now. And once he did, he was going to fuck Speed senseless. Putting the car back in drive, he pulled back onto the road, headed for home.

“Speed?” Horatio entered the house, pausing to lock the door behind him. It was dark inside, and he started moving towards the light switch when he felt the hand cover his eyes. Speed’s left hand. Judging by the hairy chest pressing against his back, Horatio guessed correctly that the younger man was shirtless, but still wearing his brace and sling as the doctor had ordered.

“Close your eyes,” Speed purred, and Horatio did that. “Now,” and the hand moved, coming back with some fabric that touched against Horatio’s cheek. “Blindfold yourself.” Horatio swallowed, taking the cloth strip and laying it in front of his eyes, tying it in the back. “Give me your gun, your badge, and your ID, and while I’m putting them up, I want you to strip.” Horatio swallowed again, licking his lips, doing as he was told.

Tim splayed his hand, and Horatio placed the desired objects carefully in it, and he heard the bare feet pad off. While Tim was gone, Horatio shrugged off his jacket, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, unbuttoning his shirt, letting everything fall to the floor and stay there. He’d just removed the last article when he heard Speed returning. “Now, put this on,” Speed ordered, and Horatio felt something thin and rubber pressed into his hand. A cock ring.

Horatio shivered. “Now, H. Put it on.” Horatio did as he was asked, trying to ignore the dildo vibrating against his prostate. When the ring was on and Speed had checked the snugness, he felt his lover move behind him and tap on the end of the toy, causing Horatio to moan. Horatio could’ve sworn he heard the grin on Speed’s face as the hand twisted the knob slightly, turning the vibrations up, and the redhead’s knees twitched. “Now,” and Speed took Horatio’s hand, “follow me.”

“Where’s Mac?” Horatio asked as Speed led him.

“He’s asleep. And no talking.” Speed tugged Horatio’s hand, leading the man into the living room, tossing a quick glance at Mac seated in an easy chair. Mac wore nothing but a pair of drawstring gym pants and his socks. He also had his cock in his hand, stroking it idly. On the coffee table was a row of penis-shaped toys, a small pile of torn condom wrappers, and an opened bottle of lube. Mac had helped him “prepare” all the dildos, as per Speed’s little trick-to-come.

Speed led Horatio to the couch. “You’re at the couch now. Hands on the back, one leg on the seat.” Horatio did as ordered, and Tim stepped back. “I have noticed something lately, Horatio,” Speed began, his voice turning dry and almost clinical. “I have noticed that you haven’t been getting fucked very much, these past few weeks. I am going to correct that.” He leaned close, his hand laying at the high point of Horatio’s back, scratching lightly and slowly down the pale-skinned back as he spoke. “I made you put on the cock ring so you couldn’t come. And now I am going to fuck you, with myself and a few toys, and I’m not stopping until I’ve come twice.”

Horatio groaned, his voice cracking as Tim’s hand tapped against the already-inserted toy again. “So, H, how’d you like having my dick up your ass for the last two hours?” Speed purred in the redhead’s ear as he grabbed the base of the rubber cock, pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in again. “And the drive home, having to sit on it while it was vibrating… I’ll bet that was torture. I know how much you love your vibrators.” Horatio moaned again as Speed’s thrusts became harder and faster.

Abruptly the movement stopped. “Use your own hand, keep fucking yourself,” Speed ordered. “I’ll be right back.” Silently Horatio obeyed, one hand snaking behind himself to grab the vibrating rod that Speed had abandoned, thrusting it in and out of himself. Tim watched for a moment, satisfied, before stepping over to Mac. Making absolutely no sound, Mac helped Tim drop his pants and boxers, sliding a condom over the straining erection and slicking it up with lubricant.

By the time Speed made it back, Horatio was rocking his hips in time with his own thrusts, head rolling, growling in both the pleasure and the frustration of not being able to come. “Gimme that,” Tim demanded roughly, swiping the rubber cock and tossing it on the couch, and Horatio gave a desperate noise at the sudden loss of sensations. “Oh, calm down, you slut. I’ve got something better.”

Before Horatio could wonder what he meant, Speed lined up his slicked cock with Horatio’s winking entrance and grasped the redhead’s hip with his good hand. “I’ve got me.” With that, he pulled slowly backwards, impaling the redhead on Speed’s straining dick, and Horatio moaned again.

Mac fought to keep silent as he watched the one-armed Speedle begin to move in and out, fucking the redhead’s brains out. Horatio was moaning unashamedly, pushing back at every stroke, slim thighs rippling with every impact. Mac chewed on his lower lip, sternly reminding himself to stop masturbating so hard; he didn’t want to come before he got his turn.

Tim’s thrusts became harder and more erratic, losing his easy rhythm for the sake of slamming into the redhead’s ass, and Horatio was all but howling. Finally Speed grasped Horatio’s hip so hard that Mac could see the knuckles turning white, Speed’s mouth open in a silent scream as he came, buried balls-deep in his lover’s ass.

Tim finally stepped back with a groan, Horatio making a loud warbling noise, desperate to be allowed to come. “Oh, I’m not finished with you yet,” Tim informed him as he flopped onto the couch at Horatio’s left. Panting heavily, he reached onto the coffee table for a Latex-clad dildo, tapping against the redhead’s flank. “Warm that up with your mouth. I’ll be fucking you with it next.”

As Horatio snatched the toy and half-swallowed it, Tim peeled off his condom and dropped it into a nearby trash can, cleverly hidden beneath one of the end tables next to the couch. “You recognize that dick, H?” Speed hummed as he fished a small packet of baby wipes out from the end table’s cabinet, cleaning himself off. “That’s your own. That’s the copy of yourself that you made, so I could keep myself company while you were gone.” Horatio groaned as he licked and sucked at it as though it was a living cock, and Mac firmly gripped the armrests of his chair with both hands. He knew damn well what that mouth was capable of, and he was going to shoot his load before too much longer, whether he fucked Horatio or not. Speed noticed.

“All right, give it to me,” Tim demanded, and Horatio relinquished his toy, bending over so Speed could slide it straight in. “Damn, H, you do love to be fucked, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question; the redhead was definitely rocking his hips in time with Speed’s thrusts with the dildo. “You like it any way you can get it, don’t you? And you call me a slut.” Tim was half laughing, half growling, as he plundered his lover’s depths.

Horatio was all but crying beneath the blindfold, his length a deep red with his frustration, when Tim pulled the toy away. “Next,” he said gleefully, picking a certain condomed toy up. “This one, I know you’ll love. You haven’t felt it since you left New York.” He noticed a tremor move up Horatio’s spine. “It’s Mac’s copy, H. The biggest replica in our collection, and I’m about to pound your brains out with it.”

Horatio gave in and made a whining noise as Tim handed him the toy, warming it with his mouth as he had the other one. While Horatio was occupied, Tim beckoned silently to the Marine on the chair, and Mac stood and moved to the couch without a sound. He’d already sheathed himself in Latex and lubed himself up, letting the water-based product warm around him. Tim had wanted to fool Horatio as long as possible, and Mac was nearly weak-kneed at the thought of it.

“Give,” Speed finally demanded, and Horatio eagerly thrust the toy at him. Rather than plunging it in, Speed set it in his lap and reached out to wrap his hand around the base of Mac’s dick, aiming it as he would the toy. As per Tim’s earlier instructions, Mac stood with his hands on his hips, in order to not spoil the illusion. Mac gave up his control, allowing the one-armed devil have control of his body as Speed lined them up and gave a gentle tug, telling Mac to slowly slide in.

Mac was thicker than any other real-life replica in Tim and Horatio’s collection, and even after being fucked by two dildos and a real dick, Horatio still needed time to adjust to Mac’s girth. Mac had to bite his lip to keep silent as he slid in slowly, carefully, until Tim’s hand was flush with Horatio’s rear.

Tim gave an evil smile. “Now, H, I want you to fuck yourself onto this one. I’m going to hold it still, and I want you to fuck your own brains out.” Mac controlled a full-body shudder as Horatio impaled himself on Mac’s dick, the redhead groaning in time with his thrusts. “That’s it, H. Take that cock,” Tim coached, his hand suggesting to Mac that his hips give a little, in order to prolong the realism. There was no way in Hell that Speed would be able to hold his arm still while Horatio slammed into it.

Horatio angled his hips for another thrust, squeezing as he did, and Mac couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips. The redhead froze. “Speed? What was that?”

Mac looked at Tim, who removed his hand and gave an ‘Oh, why the hell not?’ gesture. In response, Mac removed his hands from his hips and placed them firmly on Horatio’s, impaling the redhead on his thick length. “I’m awake now, Horatio,” Mac rumbled in his ear, voice heavy with lust.

Horatio swallowed. “Mac?”

“Mm-hmm. Nice to see you, too.” Mac punctuated the sentence with a hard tug on the redhead’s hips, and Horatio groaned again. “You know, come to think of it… I owe you one, from what you did in New York.”

Horatio licked his lips, looking almost nervous. “Do you, now?”

“I do. What was it you said? Something along the lines of ‘fuck me, just like Danny said you would.’” Mac leaned forward until his chest was pressed against the redhead’s back, teeth to the sensitive ear. “Well, I intend to.”

Horatio shuddered, squeezing Mac unintentionally. “What’s the matter, H?” Tim taunted, voice belying the concern in his eyes. “Can’t handle getting fucked standing up like that? Well, maybe you should lay down for a while.” At Tim’s nod, Mac pulled out of the redhead, expertly flipping him onto his back on the couch before crawling between his legs, Mac’s back towards Speed. The Marine reached up, yanking the blindfold from Horatio’s blue eyes, which were nearly cloudy with lust.

“Hi,” Mac said casually as he hooked the redhead’s knees over his shoulders.

“Hi yourself,” Horatio panted, face flushed. “Oh God, Mac,” he hissed, back arching as the Marine slid back in. “Oh, fuck me, Mac. I can’t stand it much longer.”

“See, Mac?” Tim said innocently. “I told you: when H tops, he’s the master of control, but when he bottoms, he is such a slut.” Horatio grunted something, at which Tim stood, leaving his position behind Mac and moving to Horatio’s head. “Must be tough, having to be so in control all the time, every day.” Tim’s voice had softened, affection shining in his eyes, and Horatio found himself focusing on that rather than the minor earthquakes coming from his nether regions. “I’m glad I could do this for ya, H. Let somebody else drive for a while.”

Horatio mouthed a ‘thanks’ that quickly turned into a silent cry as Mac changed his angle, now pounding directly on the redhead’s prostate. The Marine set a brutal pace, his muscular body slamming into the older man with the precision of a finely tuned machine. Horatio’s face was tight, eyes squinched shut, mouth wide open, the couch creaking beneath him as he rode the force of Mac’s hips slamming into the redhead’s rear.

Speed hadn’t thought that Mac could fuck Horatio any harder, but he was wrong. As Mac approached orgasm, chest heaving and sweat trickling down his muscular frame, the impacts of his hips against the redhead had Speed momentarily worried about Horatio’s pelvis. He didn’t have to worry long, though; Mac drew back his hips until he was almost completely clear of Horatio’s entrance and then slammed back in one last time, hard enough that the entire couch threatened to scoot. The Marine gave an inarticulate shout as he came hard, the muscles in his arms and abdomen twitching, eyes rolled back into his head.

Finally Mac pulled out and paused long enough to plant a quick kiss on Horatio’s lips before sinking backward, flopping onto the couch. Speed stepped over to the Marine. “Want some help with that?” he asked casually, pointing to the condom still on Mac’s cock. Mac gave a tired shrug and so Speed knelt, peeling off the condom and sending it to the trash, then bending his head to lick up any spare traces. Mac was still hypersensitive from orgasm, and he twitched and growled as Speed directed his talents towards cleaning the cum from the sweating Marine.

Horatio couldn’t help but see this, and gave an outright whine. “Sorry, H,” Tim waggled a finger at him. “I told you, we’re not stopping until I’ve come twice.” Standing, he stepped over to the couch, semi-hard dick inches from the redhead’s face. “Now get me hard again.” Mac sat back and watched as Horatio eagerly wrapped his lips around his younger lover’s cock, sucking urgently, and Speed’s legs trembled.

“Oh no you don’t, H.” Tim pulled back, his length leaving Horatio’s warmth with a loud popping sound. “You’re not getting me that easy.” He looked at the Marine, who was looking back. Speed pointed at Horatio’s straining rod. “Mac, you mind putting that mouth of yours to good use? I’m going to get ready for the next part of the scene.”

Mac nodded and shifted until he was on his knees and lowered his face to Horatio’s aching length. The redhead’s hands found Mac’s hair and threaded through the soft brown strands almost desperately, begging silently. “Easy, Horatio,” Mac chided with a smile, pulling back enough to tease the head with his tongue. “You don’t slow down, you’re going to end up breaking a hip, old man.”

Tim gave a startled laugh. “You know, I was going to say the same thing to you, Mac. I was sure you were going to break him somehow.”

Horatio recovered enough brainpower to give a quick “very funny, gentlemen” before Mac devoured his cock. The redhead hissed and moaned and writhed, his throbbing rod nearly purple in Mac’s mouth.

“Hey, H, over here.” Tim’s voice came, and Horatio forced his eyes open to see Speed kneeling on what had been Mac’s chair, the younger man’s chest against the headrest of the chair and his good arm working Horatio’s rubber dick slowly up his ass. “Watch this, H. This is me, fucking myself with your toy.” Horatio gave a moan that was almost despondent as his blue eyes locked onto the sight of that rubber rod moving in and out of that tight ring of muscle.

He almost managed to ignore Mac, until the Marine upped the ante by cupping the redhead’s balls, and instantly Horatio snapped his gaze back to the front, eyes closed, incoherent noises spilling from his lips. It went on like this for a while, Mac teasing Horatio until Tim grabbed his lover’s attention for another brief show, and then Mac would start all over again. They passed Horatio’s gaze back and forth between each other, teasing him, tormenting him, until finally Speed looked at Mac. “Okay, last phase, Mac.” The Marine nodded and lifted his head, Horatio’s diamond-cutter cock jutting straight up.

With his left hand, Mac pulled and tugged gently at the ring until it gave. Horatio bucked his hips up, trying desperately to gain some friction, when Mac’s right hand closed tightly around the base of the redhead’s dick, effectively stifling orgasm and acting as yet another cock ring, and Horatio outright whimpered.

“Almost there, H,” Tim soothed as he stepped over to the couch, pulling out Horatio’s rubber cock and setting it with the others on the table. “I wanna come on you this time, not in you.” With Mac’s assistance, Tim placed his left leg on the couch and braced his left arm on the couch’s back, right foot on the floor. “Look at me, H,” he ordered as he sank slowly down, Horatio’s bare cock rising up to meet him. Mac flattened his hand, still with thumb and forefinger curled around the aching length, and Tim impaled himself on Horatio’s dick until their flesh met even around Mac’s hand.

Mac’s free hand was not idle, and as Tim lifted himself slowly up, Mac’s left hand found its way between Horatio’s wide-open legs, seeking that still-open entrance, and Horatio made an incoherent noise as two of Mac’s fingers found the redhead’s prostate even as Speed let himself drop back onto Horatio’s hips. Tim’s head lolled, eyes rolling back into his head. “Oh, fuck… God, H,” he panted, lifting and falling faster. “God, Horatio, jerk me off.”

Lacking a free hand, Speed couldn’t do it himself, but Horatio was more than happy to oblige. Speed had worked himself close to orgasm with the dildo, eager to end his lover’s suffering, and it wasn’t long before Tim was panting with lust and effort. “Almost there,” he grunted, ass slapping against Horatio’s hips with increasing urgency. “Almost… oh, H, fuck… Mac, let him go… H!!!”

Mac’s right hand released Horatio’s dick even as three fingers massaged the redhead’s prostate, and as Tim sank down one last time, Horatio’s hand squeezed him with nearly painful pressure as his long-awaited orgasm finally rushed forth. With a wordless roar, Horatio thrust hard into his lover, anal muscles squeezing Mac’s fingers and his own hands working Speed’s dick, his aching length pumping the blood-hot fluid that shot into Speed’s guts even as the younger man came around his lover, squeezing hard, crying his name and shooting his own seed all over the redhead’s chest.

Speed sat on his lover, their chests heaving, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Mac carefully stood and helped Speed climb off, lowering him back to the couch. Horatio looked like he wasn’t going to be moving any time soon, and Speed wriggled until he could lay on his left side, wedged between the redhead and the back of the couch, his head on Horatio’s chest. Mac smiled at them for a moment before Speed lifted a foot to brush against Mac’s thigh. “C’mere, Mac. We won’t bite.”

Mac smiled and complied, easing himself down behind Speed to lay his head on the younger man’s side, one arm draped over Speed’s hips and his hand finding Horatio’s foot. “Thank you both,” he whispered. “That was incredible.”

Horatio gave a tired smile, looking as though he was going to pass out any moment, and Speed began licking his lover’s chest gently, cleaning his cum from the sparse red curls. “Thanks for your help, Mac,” Speed said quietly once he was done. “I couldn’t’ve pulled it off without you.”

Horatio’s left hand lifted briefly, trembled in the air, and flopped onto the redhead’s stomach. “Can’t think,” he muttered.

Speed grinned and craned his neck to look Horatio in the face. “How about ‘thank you, Speed?’” Horatio didn’t answer, so Speed lowered his head for a gentle kiss. “Love you, H.”

Horatio gave a weary smile, lifting his hand again to find Speed’s arm brace and brushing his fingers on it. “Love you, Speed. And thank you.”

A shadow crossed Mac’s face, but he shook his head and chuckled as if trying to change the subject. “I have to say, that was one of the most intense things I’ve ever seen. That last part actually blew my mind.”

Speed snickered. “You know, technically H got off more than once.”

Mac blinked at him. “How?”

Speed gave a dirty little grin. “He’s the kind that some like to call ‘multiply anally orgasmic.’ You fuck him long enough, and whether or not you touch his dick, he can still come. He couldn’t really shoot off with the cock ring on, but believe me, I’ve seen him do it before. All that twitching he was doing? He was coming, he just couldn’t shoot.”

“So Horatio was actually…” Mac couldn’t process it. It just defied logic, somehow.

“I was actually riding orgasm the entire time you were riding me.” Horatio cut in with an exhausted smile. “If Speed hadn’t made me wear this,” and the redhead’s fingers brushed the cock ring laying on the coffee table, “one of us would be going for a mop and a steam-cleaner right about now.”

Mac couldn’t help a snort at the image that popped into his head. “That would be something to see,” he admitted.

The two lovers and their guest were quiet for a bit longer, enjoying the quiet and each other, when abruptly Horatio’s stomach grumbled. Mac started to chuckle when Speed’s abdomen emitted an answering growl. “By God, you’ve even got matching digestive systems,” he said wonderingly, eyebrows to the ceiling, causing the Miami lovers to laugh.

“H, you hungry?” Speed asked, sitting up. “Mac helped me cook this afternoon, and there’s still plenty left over.”

“Sounds good,” the redhead agreed, and the group stood and stretched. Speed began padding toward the kitchen, pausing to watch Horatio give Mac a gentle kiss and a firm embrace. “Thanks for coming, Mac.”

“No problem,” Mac replied, pulling away and putting a hand on the redhead’s lower back to guide him to the kitchen.

Speed snickered. “If this is just a case of ‘fostering good working relationships over state lines,’ then where do I sign up?”

The two Shift Supervisors laughed. “Be good, Speed,” Horatio waggled a finger at him, “and next time I might bring you with me.”

“I could go for that,” Mac said amiably, and they smiled at each other as they headed for the kitchen.

The evening passed quietly, with the three men catching up and sharing stories. It was no surprise when Mac was invited to sleep with his hosts, and it made a merry threesome as they settled down for the night.