Title: A Sweet Before Sleep

Author: Cinmbria

Date: 8/23/03

Archive: yes, to coffeeslash and WWOMB

Fandom: CSI Miami

Rating: Nc-17

Pairing: Caine/Speedle

Summary: Oh, just a little PWP. Speedle is wearing leather pants

Beta: none, I own all mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Caine and Speedle, just the story.

Author's notes: In response to the WWOMB 15 minute challenge using the line "Kiss me, right here, right now." Also I would like to state for the record...see what happens after one too many 'slippery nipples with a float of vodka' and a newly acquired ...er....adult entertainment channel. If you want the recipe for the drink, email me and I will be more than happy to share bar tending tips

A Sweet Before Sleep

by Cinmbria

I don't know why he has to wear those pants. So tight the leather outlines every inch of his thighs and his ass. Maybe I do know. I think he wears them just for me. I know we never make it out of the house every time that skin tight black leather wraps around his skin.

His belly button just peaks out over the waist, a tantalizing tease of what lies lower. My Speed, my Tim, he's a tease and he knows it. Knows what it does to me.

And then he looks at me with that half lidded sexy leer and says, "Kiss me, right here right now." And its all I can do to keep my head, to not fall all over the sight of Speed in too tight leather, his cock pressing on the seam, the leather outlining his beautiful cock.

It is beautiful. His cock that is, a work of art worthy of being called a masterpiece. I know that when I peel off those pants, and that's the only word for it, peel; undress him like a Christmas present, that his cock will be hard and weeping for me. It makes me groan just thinking about it.

I let the thought tease me a little longer and tuck my finger into the tight waistband of the pants and smile down at him. I realize now that I didn't answer him and I do now, kissing him as if he were the very air I need to survive. No one else has this effect on me. No one else has managed to get so deep under my skin that I forget myself, lose my famous self control, but in the end my tongue is deep in his mouth mapping his teeth, his tongue, and I feel a little satisfaction when he sighs against my lips.

He may put the leather on for me, but he knows how much it makes me want to claim him, make him mine, a part of me.

My mind jumps ahead, hitting the forward button and I can see my cock sliding in and out of his mouth and next his ass, that tight ring of muscle hugging my cock like the leather hugs his ass.

I growl, a sound I know drives him wild and I thrust against him and suddenly I have to get out of my clothes. I have to get my cock free, just have to feel all that leather on my naked cock. Speed's hands are on my belt buckle, deftly sliding the belt buckle free, almost like he's reading my mind and then I'm free, my cock pushing against all that too hot leather. Finding the hard ridge of Speed's cock.

I push a leg between Speed's and while his tongue is wrapped around mine, he's riding my leg, his hands fisted in the back of my blue silk shirt, holding on like the worlds going to break apart. It's going to pretty quick if he keeps up like this.

Speed is wild, bucking against my leg, his lips open, moaning my name as I grab his ass and pull him tight to me. I love his ass, so tight and compact that I have to fight my way in. Not that he ever protests, no he's right there telling me he wants it harder, faster, pushing back on my cock.

With another deep growl I break our animal kiss and turn him around, my arm snaking around his wait to pull his ass tighter to me and I slide my cock between his legs, letting him know just what I want to do.

I know he wants me to fuck him. That's one of the reasons he spent half an hour pouring himself into that beautiful black leather. I bend him over the dresser. His face is resting on the cool surface and I can see the hungry look in his eyes reflected in the mirror. He wants this just as much as I do, wants me to claim him. I'm going to.

I push my hand over the hard ridge of his cock and give him a squeeze and he makes a sound that borders on being a sob. I outline the length of his cock and slowly slip the button free and pull the zipper down.

I can't help the bark of laughter, he's going commando and his cock slides into my hand like it belongs there, a hot weight, and I jack him for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel of my fingers wrapped around all that hot weeping flesh.

It only takes me seconds to push the leather over his hips, just far enough that I can spread his legs wide enough to push a finger against his hole. Without asking he hands me the lube and I flip open the cap and let the clear lube dribble from the top of his ass, laying a trail down to his puckered opening. Slowly I push a finger in, drawing a deep breath as I watch my finger slide in without any resistance. I let more lube fall, a crystal clear fall of rain and I add a finger making sure to spread the lube deep inside him.

He shouts when my finger hits that special spot inside him and I as a fuck him with my fingers I hit that spot over and over until he’s sobbing my name. I love that sound. That wild cry of abandon that he only gives to me and I press my lips to his shoulder and then I bite, not hard, and draw his skin into my mouth and focus on drawing the blood to the surface. It's another way to mark him, to make him mine.

When he lets out a cry, a pleading noise that goes right to my cock I decide we've had enough foreplay and dribble more lube over my cock, not that I need any, my cock is weeping just as bad as Speed's, and I set my cock against his hole and push.

Fuck! He's so tight. Sweat breaks out all over my body as I try not to slam right into him, try not to get my cock so deep inside him that I don't know where I start and he begins.

It's hard, but I manage, and inch by slow, agonizingly inch I press into his welcoming heat and at last my balls are resting in his ass and I look down and almost come right then and there. I'm buried as deep inside him as I can be.

Slowly, so slowly I can feel his heart beat in my cock I slide out, almost all the way out and then I plunge inside him. Hard, deep, and relentless as we make love, as we fuck. It's all I can do not to find my release first but I have a shred of awareness left and I grasp his cock, matching my caress to the rhythm of my cock in his ass.

It doesn't take long.

Within minutes I feel his balls tighten as well as my own and then his hot come is flowing over my fingers and I lose it. I'm thrusting hard and fast into his ass and all it takes is him saying my name and I'm coming with him, spilling my seed deep into him, and wishing it would never end.

At the end I fall over him and I know my breathing is heavy but all I can think of is his sweat slicked skin under mine and the way his ass is milking my cock.

Somehow we fall into bed, sticky, covered in come but Speed turns right into my arms like his has always belonged there and I hold him. He does belong there I realize as I lay a kiss to his sweaty brow.

His breathing changes, gone is the frantic need to draw air into his lungs, instead its replaced by deep even breathing of the truly sated and I know he is mine, body and soul.

The stars will have to fall from the sky before I'll let him out of my arms.

I love him.

I love him.

END