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[timothy_speedle]

This new..almost sly Horatio was cute. When Horatio admitted to the mirror, Timothy smiled. “There’s a lot of new things I wanted to try with you. Mirror, fist, roleplay..” Timothy laughed quietly, shaking his head. He never did admit to any of these things before and he absolutely regretted that. He wouldn’t allow it to happen again. “Out in the

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[h_caine]

There had been a slight shift in their relationship that although just now resumed was perceptible. Speedle was slightly more giving, able to apologise and Caine was slightly more assertive, able to better voice his wants. Though the rôles of submissive and dominant had not changed for the first time there was a grey area between them, even if very slim

[h_caine]

Caine was unable to get hard again and yet as Speed’s fingers massaged his thighs he could feel the tension starting to wind his lower abdomen. It made him grit his teeth and thankfully Tim’s laugh was a enough of a distraction to allow him to maintain his attempted seduction. Horatio recalled Eric Delko having a similar reaction to his “time to get high” rejoinder during the '420 Boyz’ case. It was part of his carefully cultivated myth of personality to appear quite reserved, almost patrician, when in reality he came from a past of violence and poverty. His desire to share the laugh almost broke his expression but Horatio managed to control himself. Having to stay unreadable through countless interviews served him well now.

For this moment, no matter how brief it may end up being, H actually felt that he had control over Speedle. The dark-haired man was squirming underneath him, his milked-dry cock somehow finding it’s way back to arousal punctuated by throbbing twitches that Caine could feel against his own body. It had to hurt

[h_caine]

Caine utterly regretted teasing Tim. Time having dulled his recollection of just how violently jealousy propelled the actions of his lover. He tried to still his quivering jaw enough to speak but found himself forced upon his hands and knees instead. At first H could not get his elbows underneath him to prop himself up, leaving his ass higher than his head. From the corner of his bleary blue eyes he could just see Tim over him. The strong pressure on his back kept him from getting his arms in the right position to raise his chest and head and he was stuck almost helpless, his cheek resting against the fabric of the sheets. He could feel the sheer heat of Speedle’s hard-on before it touched his aching, punished ass-hole; and his entire body tensed except that area- the muscles there still too newly abused to respond. Only deep inside him did his bowel muscles still clench and release, automatically responding to the penetration. Each thrust forward gave all pain and no pleasure and despite his best effort to stifle the sound a sob

[h_caine]

The lapse lasted only a moment, less than half a minute, and it was Speedle speaking in his ear that brought him back to his senses. Struggling to ground his thoughts and senses he mumbled a mix of 'I am sorry’ and 'I deserve this for leaving’ that left his tongue as a jumbled mess. He felt light and could not discern whether Tim was above or below him- but he had said something, that was certain. What had he said? As Horatio’s hearing consciously returned and his pain-clouded mind started to sort itself he managed to respond. It was spoken weakly in a voice that was thin

[h_caine]

Horatio still could not shake the feeling that he had been found lacking to Tim somehow. That his merely human flesh had been unable to allow him to express the full enormity of how committed, how attached and how desirous he was of the younger man. As H lay quiet and Speedle gently tried to ease his pain and clean his body he blinked, his eyelids closing slowly and reopening just as languidly. Next time he would take it better. Caine knew he had to stay a step ahead of his always horny, rough and wild boy if he had any chance of keeping him- no matter what promises of love might be given. This time he wanted to captivate him- to keep Speed interested, to keep him from straying; though attempting to keep Speedle faithful had utterly failed before. This time he would take it to be his own responsibility, any blame on his own shoulders if he could not keep his lover satisfied. And though they discussed his own minor transgression he found his mind more filled with curiosity than jealousy for what and who Tim had been doing. There were

[h_caine]

How changed the younger Caine was these days. How independent and charming; how without malice, the poison of meth being fully purged from his system seemed to have drained his own venom with it. Raymond was very much the brother he recalled marrying Yelina, slightly more esoteric in his interests but his original personality intact. Still marching to the beat of his own drummer but at least now some kind of metre was recognisable again. Steady, even- well as even as the impish and impetuous of the Caine brother’s could be. Ray would still stand on the patio and piss off the balcony if that happened to be closer to him than the washroom when he realised he had to piss, but his eccentricity was of a harmless sort. More so self-centred than selfish. Indulging himself but not taking from others to do so- money of the upper class NYC art aficionados exempted. Not that H considered his brother completely disarmed

[h_caine]

The colour did not return to his face and Caine swallowed a lump in his dry throat, staring down at the pill bottle in his hands, his delicate fingers just lightly grasping it. Trust; but verify. That was his motto, how he dealt with the people in his life who truly mattered. Yet for so effusively professing his love of Tim he had not even give him an inkling of trust, let alone the chance to prove that accurate. Speed’s hands are warm against his suddenly clammy skin and he drags up his gaze, forcing himself to keep his sky blue eyes open as he leans into the kiss. The parting of their mouths unhurried, faces pressed together intimately. Speed says what Horatio has been aching to hear for so long- a peaceful, honest ‘I love you’ and H finds himself replying with a clumsy, stammered “I’m sorry”. He shook his head slightly after replying so lamely, colouring returning to his cheeks and neck in the form of a mottled blush and he touches his fingers to his fine brow before letting his hand slide down Speedle’s arm

[h_caine]

H blinked a few times as he shifts and reaches to add some more hot water to the tub, a shiver tripping across his bare shoulders and up the back of his scalp. He had absorbed what Speedle had been saying and he tried to formulate an accurate answer. How to explain just how Ray was

[h_caine]

Gil Grissom was gone? That was very good, very, very good news. Caine never castigated himself for his rather childish hate of his fellow CSI, and made almost no effort to hide it either. They were like fire and ice and H was quite happy to keep a polar distance between them. And despite the fact he desperately wanted to give a celebratory fist pump on the fact that he had won Tim after all he managed to stifle the urge, even to bite back a triumphant ‘yes!’ that would have been the perfect accopaignment. Still if he and Grissom happened to meet at any policing or forensics conferences in the future some silent-but-obvious gloating would be in order. He winced at the fact that Grissom was with Nick, though, and could not help feeling badly for Greg. Poor troubled Sanders, Horatio still hated the fact that he had been forced to fail the young man on his CSI level 2 proficiency, although it had been the proper thing at the time to do

[h_caine]

Unable to look at Speedle as humiliation washed over him, he pushed his head back and stared at the ceiling

[h_caine]

“I knew that Raymond like to masturbate in my bed and while wearing my clothes, never a pleasant discover after the fact as you can imagine; but I had no idea he...'played’ me at times.”
Horatio’s brow furrowed, showing the bands of well-earned wrinkles. He imagined that was not an isolated incident and recalled the strange hotel charge in his name, that appeared on his credit card months ago that he had never quite been able to explain. It was bad enough that his younger sibling could sign his name, fake his voice on the telephone. Were there times his brother tried to be him

[h_caine]

Though Speedle was positioned over him H managed to bring up one leg, his knee slightly bent and he purred as Tim’s harding cock slid against the inside of his thigh