Falling For The First Time
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Falling For The First Time
Author: pixel
Title: Falling For The First Time
Part:1/2
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Rating: NC17
Feedback: always welcome
Concrit much appreciated and possibly needed
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is owned by the big scary corporations, anything original is mine.
Warnings/Squicks: D/s
Beta(s): don’t have one
Distribution: hell, if anyone wants it take it. Just drop me a line so I can take a look.
Author’s Notes ~ Horatio decides that Speed needs a keeper, slight spoilers for lost son, but I’m still in denial about that so no character death, basically this is porn, so don’t go looking for any actual plot.
This was written in about an hour and posted right off, so please point out any glaring typos/errors and I’ll correct them.
Falling For The First Time
Horatio moves behind Speed, letting his hands settle gently on the other man’s waist. He’s having a hard time believing that he’s actually doing this; that he’s letting himself have what he’s wanted for so long, that tonight Speed will finally be his.
He’d lusted after Speed from the first day he’d seen him in the lab, but he’d never intended to do anything about it. There were just too many reasons it was a bad idea, and not just because Speed worked for him, though it was a major concern. That, in itself, wouldn’t have been enough to stop him, what really held him back was the thought that Speed wouldn’t be able to handle it, wouldn’t surrender the way Horatio needed him to. Even when he’d come to know the younger man, and lust had grown into deeper feelings, he’d continued to deny himself. Falling in love with Speed was asking for trouble, so he did his best to pretend it wasn’t happening.
Years of Speed watching had convinced Horatio that he did have the potential to be as submissive as Horatio had always fantasised. On the surface he was all sarcasm and prickles, ready to argue with anyone and everyone; but push the right buttons, give orders in just the right way, and the younger man would display an almost instant deference that never failed to tempt. Unfortunately it was equally obvious that he didn’t have the first clue he was doing it, there was an air of innocence about his actions, and that was what made Horatio decide he was off limits.
It had been so hard keeping his hands to himself, when he itched to hold the younger man, to taste him, mark him, brand him; but Horatio was used to denying himself, was used to wanting what he could never have and spending all his nights alone. And when it got to be too much, he found a willing body in some back street club, and lost himself for an hour or two in sweat and pain and lust.
Then two months ago, he’d had to watch in horror as Speed bled and moaned on a jewellery shop floor; had to face the fact that Speed had come within an inch of dying, and that had hit Horatio as hard as any bullet. It still might not have been enough to force his hand, but then Calleigh had come to him and told him about Speed’s gun.
It hadn’t worked because the firing pin had snapped, and whilst that might not have been Speed’s fault, the fact that the gun was dirty and uncared for definitely was. Even worse was the fact that Speed didn’t seem to see a problem, this beautiful, brilliant man, who cared so much about the job, for the victims that came to them for help, seemed to care nothing for himself. That made everything change, what Timothy Speedle needed was a keeper and Horatio Caine was volunteering for the job.
He’d been forced to wait through the long weeks of Speed’s hospital stay and convalescence, but he hadn’t let that time go to waste. Visiting the younger man whenever he could, invading his personal space, getting him used to them being together. He’d lain on the bed, reading passages from Speed’s favourite books and fed him treats from his fingers, relishing all the tiny intimacies; knowing they were helping get Speed ready for what was to come.
But tomorrow Speed was returning to work and Horatio was damned if he was going to let him walk into the office unmarked; by the time he stepped into the lab, he was going to be owned, body and soul. So they’d spent a leisurely dinner, flirting and talking, before walking hand in hand on the beach like a pair of courting teenagers, and now Horatio had Speed in his home and it was time to show him that this was where he belonged.
He had to be gentle, had to go slow, or panic would overcome lust and he’d lose any chance he had. Licking his way up Speed’s neck, nibbling gently at the edge of his jaw, the touch too soft to mark the way he longed to; but it was enough to break the younger man’s control, his head dropped back to rest against Horatio’s shoulder and he let out a strangled moan.
This was the beginning of the surrender he needed, so it was time to step things up a bit, reaching around Speeds body, he worked the buttons of his shirt loose one by one, then pulled back just enough to let the material slide to the floor. The fastenings on the too tight jeans were next, and Horatio tugged them down, letting them puddle round Speed’s ankles; moving to stand face to face and pulling gently on Speed’s hands, urging him to step free of the discarded clothing.
Horatio let one hand come up and cup Speed’s face, leaning in so that their lips almost touched, but instead of the kiss, he knew the other man was expecting, he instead spoke for the first time since they’d entered his house, just one word “Kneel,” breathed across his lover’s lips. This was the first real test, he was sure he’d read Speed right, but this would tell him for sure.
It was everything he’d hoped for, Speed dropped almost instantly to the floor, his body instinctively reacting to the order long before his mind could process what was going on. His eyes were fixed to the ground, but at this point that was more likely to be from nerves rather than submission, and his body was wracked with tiny tremors, partly fear, partly need.
It had to be hard on the younger man, to be so vulnerable, to kneel naked and open on the floor, whilst Horatio towered above him fully clothed, but that was the point of the exercise, and despite his fear Speed made no move to get away or to question Horatio. It wasn’t quite enough, Horatio needed to dispel the tattered remnants of Speed’s control, before the fear overwhelmed him and the moment was lost.
Dropping down onto the chair, he let his knees bracket Speed’s body, holding him in place, then allowed his hands to rest heavily on Speed’s shoulder’s for a few moments before beginning a slow gentle massage. As his fingers flexed and gripped the too tense neck, Horatio kept up an endless litany of words, “Beautiful…..perfect….feels so good……such a pretty boy….. don’t move…. just feel……so fucking perfect……my beautiful boy…..” His voice was a low growl, just loud enough for Speed to hear, but really it wasn’t the words that mattered, so much as the tone and combined with his increasingly possessive touch, it seemed to be doing the job.
He could literally see the tension leaving Speed’s body, the muscles relaxing and the fear disappearing as his lover started to fall. Speed tried shake it off just once, uttering a strained “Oh god H….” But Horatio simply hushed him and went back to work. It was killing him to go this slow, to coax and seduce instead of just grabbing Speed and taking everything he wanted, but this first time he had to restrain himself, if he did this right, there’d be a hundred other nights to come. Besides there was a special thrill to doing this, knowing that he was seeing Speed as no-one else ever had, teaching Speed to enjoy this new side of himself was worth him having to exercise a little self-control.
Horatio uses one hand to tilt Speed’s head up; now the only thing he can see in his lover’s eyes, is a desperate desire, and that’s what he’s been waiting for. Leaning in he gives Speed the kiss he’d denied him earlier, loving the way the younger man surrenders to him, opening his mouth wide to accommodate Horatio’s tongue, letting the older man dominate the kiss in every way.
All to soon Horatio needs more, needs to touch and tease and watch his lover fall apart for him, but the living room floor isn’t the place for that, so he reluctantly pulls away and gets to his feet, smirking a little when he hears the groan of disappointment that falls from Speed’s lips at the loss of contact.
For a moment he considers ordering the younger man to crawl into the bedroom, the thought of watching that perfect ass bob and weave as Speed crosses the floor is a temptation it’s hard to deny. But deep down he knows that would be a case of too much too soon, so regretfully, he reaches down and helps Speed to his feet.
Pulling him close, letting Speed’s naked body rest hard against his own, Horatio grinds against him, just enough so that Speed can feel how aroused he is. One last kiss leaves them both panting and desperate, then Horatio once again grips Speed tight around the neck, guiding him into the bedroom and up onto the bed.
tbc…..
the second half will be up tomorrow
Title: Falling For The First Time
Part:1/2
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Rating: NC17
Feedback: always welcome
Concrit much appreciated and possibly needed
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is owned by the big scary corporations, anything original is mine.
Warnings/Squicks: D/s
Beta(s): don’t have one
Distribution: hell, if anyone wants it take it. Just drop me a line so I can take a look.
Author’s Notes ~ Horatio decides that Speed needs a keeper, slight spoilers for lost son, but I’m still in denial about that so no character death, basically this is porn, so don’t go looking for any actual plot.
This was written in about an hour and posted right off, so please point out any glaring typos/errors and I’ll correct them.
Falling For The First Time
Horatio moves behind Speed, letting his hands settle gently on the other man’s waist. He’s having a hard time believing that he’s actually doing this; that he’s letting himself have what he’s wanted for so long, that tonight Speed will finally be his.
He’d lusted after Speed from the first day he’d seen him in the lab, but he’d never intended to do anything about it. There were just too many reasons it was a bad idea, and not just because Speed worked for him, though it was a major concern. That, in itself, wouldn’t have been enough to stop him, what really held him back was the thought that Speed wouldn’t be able to handle it, wouldn’t surrender the way Horatio needed him to. Even when he’d come to know the younger man, and lust had grown into deeper feelings, he’d continued to deny himself. Falling in love with Speed was asking for trouble, so he did his best to pretend it wasn’t happening.
Years of Speed watching had convinced Horatio that he did have the potential to be as submissive as Horatio had always fantasised. On the surface he was all sarcasm and prickles, ready to argue with anyone and everyone; but push the right buttons, give orders in just the right way, and the younger man would display an almost instant deference that never failed to tempt. Unfortunately it was equally obvious that he didn’t have the first clue he was doing it, there was an air of innocence about his actions, and that was what made Horatio decide he was off limits.
It had been so hard keeping his hands to himself, when he itched to hold the younger man, to taste him, mark him, brand him; but Horatio was used to denying himself, was used to wanting what he could never have and spending all his nights alone. And when it got to be too much, he found a willing body in some back street club, and lost himself for an hour or two in sweat and pain and lust.
Then two months ago, he’d had to watch in horror as Speed bled and moaned on a jewellery shop floor; had to face the fact that Speed had come within an inch of dying, and that had hit Horatio as hard as any bullet. It still might not have been enough to force his hand, but then Calleigh had come to him and told him about Speed’s gun.
It hadn’t worked because the firing pin had snapped, and whilst that might not have been Speed’s fault, the fact that the gun was dirty and uncared for definitely was. Even worse was the fact that Speed didn’t seem to see a problem, this beautiful, brilliant man, who cared so much about the job, for the victims that came to them for help, seemed to care nothing for himself. That made everything change, what Timothy Speedle needed was a keeper and Horatio Caine was volunteering for the job.
He’d been forced to wait through the long weeks of Speed’s hospital stay and convalescence, but he hadn’t let that time go to waste. Visiting the younger man whenever he could, invading his personal space, getting him used to them being together. He’d lain on the bed, reading passages from Speed’s favourite books and fed him treats from his fingers, relishing all the tiny intimacies; knowing they were helping get Speed ready for what was to come.
But tomorrow Speed was returning to work and Horatio was damned if he was going to let him walk into the office unmarked; by the time he stepped into the lab, he was going to be owned, body and soul. So they’d spent a leisurely dinner, flirting and talking, before walking hand in hand on the beach like a pair of courting teenagers, and now Horatio had Speed in his home and it was time to show him that this was where he belonged.
He had to be gentle, had to go slow, or panic would overcome lust and he’d lose any chance he had. Licking his way up Speed’s neck, nibbling gently at the edge of his jaw, the touch too soft to mark the way he longed to; but it was enough to break the younger man’s control, his head dropped back to rest against Horatio’s shoulder and he let out a strangled moan.
This was the beginning of the surrender he needed, so it was time to step things up a bit, reaching around Speeds body, he worked the buttons of his shirt loose one by one, then pulled back just enough to let the material slide to the floor. The fastenings on the too tight jeans were next, and Horatio tugged them down, letting them puddle round Speed’s ankles; moving to stand face to face and pulling gently on Speed’s hands, urging him to step free of the discarded clothing.
Horatio let one hand come up and cup Speed’s face, leaning in so that their lips almost touched, but instead of the kiss, he knew the other man was expecting, he instead spoke for the first time since they’d entered his house, just one word “Kneel,” breathed across his lover’s lips. This was the first real test, he was sure he’d read Speed right, but this would tell him for sure.
It was everything he’d hoped for, Speed dropped almost instantly to the floor, his body instinctively reacting to the order long before his mind could process what was going on. His eyes were fixed to the ground, but at this point that was more likely to be from nerves rather than submission, and his body was wracked with tiny tremors, partly fear, partly need.
It had to be hard on the younger man, to be so vulnerable, to kneel naked and open on the floor, whilst Horatio towered above him fully clothed, but that was the point of the exercise, and despite his fear Speed made no move to get away or to question Horatio. It wasn’t quite enough, Horatio needed to dispel the tattered remnants of Speed’s control, before the fear overwhelmed him and the moment was lost.
Dropping down onto the chair, he let his knees bracket Speed’s body, holding him in place, then allowed his hands to rest heavily on Speed’s shoulder’s for a few moments before beginning a slow gentle massage. As his fingers flexed and gripped the too tense neck, Horatio kept up an endless litany of words, “Beautiful…..perfect….feels so good……such a pretty boy….. don’t move…. just feel……so fucking perfect……my beautiful boy…..” His voice was a low growl, just loud enough for Speed to hear, but really it wasn’t the words that mattered, so much as the tone and combined with his increasingly possessive touch, it seemed to be doing the job.
He could literally see the tension leaving Speed’s body, the muscles relaxing and the fear disappearing as his lover started to fall. Speed tried shake it off just once, uttering a strained “Oh god H….” But Horatio simply hushed him and went back to work. It was killing him to go this slow, to coax and seduce instead of just grabbing Speed and taking everything he wanted, but this first time he had to restrain himself, if he did this right, there’d be a hundred other nights to come. Besides there was a special thrill to doing this, knowing that he was seeing Speed as no-one else ever had, teaching Speed to enjoy this new side of himself was worth him having to exercise a little self-control.
Horatio uses one hand to tilt Speed’s head up; now the only thing he can see in his lover’s eyes, is a desperate desire, and that’s what he’s been waiting for. Leaning in he gives Speed the kiss he’d denied him earlier, loving the way the younger man surrenders to him, opening his mouth wide to accommodate Horatio’s tongue, letting the older man dominate the kiss in every way.
All to soon Horatio needs more, needs to touch and tease and watch his lover fall apart for him, but the living room floor isn’t the place for that, so he reluctantly pulls away and gets to his feet, smirking a little when he hears the groan of disappointment that falls from Speed’s lips at the loss of contact.
For a moment he considers ordering the younger man to crawl into the bedroom, the thought of watching that perfect ass bob and weave as Speed crosses the floor is a temptation it’s hard to deny. But deep down he knows that would be a case of too much too soon, so regretfully, he reaches down and helps Speed to his feet.
Pulling him close, letting Speed’s naked body rest hard against his own, Horatio grinds against him, just enough so that Speed can feel how aroused he is. One last kiss leaves them both panting and desperate, then Horatio once again grips Speed tight around the neck, guiding him into the bedroom and up onto the bed.
tbc…..
the second half will be up tomorrow