Title: Runaway Bestman
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Summary: There was no way he could choose … so he ran
***
“I’m getting married.”
With those three words Timothy Speedle’s world crashed around him. He looked at his best friend with a shocked expression. “Excuse me?”
Eric smiled brightly, “I’m getting married.”
“I didn’t know you were dating someone long term,” Alexx got up and hugged the young Cuban Russian.
“We’ve know each other since we were kids,” he shrugged. “Lost touch with her after high school. We recently met up and just clicked.”
Speed plastered a smile on his face, “So the lab’s playboy goes down.” Speed shook his head. “Think of all the heartbroken women you’re leaving behind.”
Eric gave a small glare Speed’s way, “So then you wouldn’t mind?”
“No,” Speed groaned. “Don’t you have brothers or something?”
Eric laughed. “Come on, buddy. I need you as my best man.”
He had no idea how he was going to stand there and watch the man he loved marry someone else. “Does this mean I have to throw you a bachelor party?”
“And wear a tux,” Eric grinned.
“Not helping your cause there,” Speed grimaced.
“Please, I don’t want to do this without you,” Eric asked sincerely.
Speed felt his heart shatter. “Fine, I’ll be your best man.”
“Damn,” Calleigh shook her head. “You’re getting married.”
“I know,” Eric laughed.
“Congrats, Eric,” Horatio’s stood at the break room door. “Sorry to intrude, but…”
“Miami never closes?” Speed stood up and headed for the door. He needed to get a way from a grinning Eric.
“Unfortunately, Speed you head out with Alexx,” Horatio instructed. “Calleigh do you have that report for me?”
“I do,” she got up and headed for the door.
“Eric,” Horatio looked over at the young man. “Can you pull back the evidence to the Williams’ case, seems his attorney is going for the contaminated evidence approach.”
Eric rolled his eyes, “Right on it.”
***
“How are you doing?” Alexx asked looking up at Speed.
Speed snapped a few pictures of the victim’s purse. “What do you mean?” he asked, knowing that she wouldn’t be fooled for a second.
“Tim,” Alexx’s eyebrow rose.
“It sucks okay,” Speed lowered the camera and looked at her. “What’s worse it’s my own fault.”
“Timmy…” She felt his pain.
“I never said anything,” Speed pulled the camera up. “I never told him.”
“What are you going to do?” Alexx asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
***
The next day he had made his decision. The future Mrs. Delko had come by the lab to meet his co-workers and friends. Speed gave her a small smile and talked a bit with her and came to the painful conclusion she was good for Eric. She held her own against his teasing, she was beautiful, and had a good heart to go with it, can’t go wrong with a wife as a pediatrician. To top it off she really loved Eric.
***
A couple of weeks later, Speed had his bags packed and was ready to head out to Vegas. Once he had made his decision he had contacted Warrick about a possible job out in Vegas. The next day Grissom had called and offered him a position. He had no idea that his skills and reputation were that high. Before he left the lab he laid his letter of resignation, badge, and gun on H’s desk while he was in a meeting.
He had gone down to the morgue to say goodbye to Alexx. She held him tight demanding she contact him when he got settled. He held her close, kissed her cheek, and promised he would call. After all, she was mom.
He had his bags packed and by the door. He would fly out and get settled, then come back for the final move overseeing what would be shipped to Vegas. He checked the clock, he should be heading out to the airport in an hour.
He was startled slightly at the knock at his door. He hoped it was Alexx; he didn’t want to explain the packed bags, for that matter house, to Calleigh or Eric. He opened the door and froze.
“Horatio,” Speed was a bit surprised to see him. “I thought you were in meetings till late this evening.”
“I can see that,” Horatio stepped into the house, his eyes taking in the boxes. “You were just going to sneak out of town.”
Speed closed the door, turning towards Horatio. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me,” Horatio tilted his head slightly hands on his hips. “I was surprised as hell when I got a call from Gil Grissom. He was calling to thank me for letting you come earlier than anticipated.”
Speed cringed, “I’m sorry.”
“Why Tim? Why are you leaving?” Horatio’s voice dropped. “What is driving you away from your home?”
“Personal,” Speed glanced up at the clock. “I got to go H…”
“How long have you been in love with him?” Horatio asked, his eyes boring into Speed’s.
Speed closed his eyes head dropping. “Does it matter?”
“Speed,” Horatio stepped forward.
“I can’t stay here,” Speed looked up then shrugged and looked back down. “It hurts too much. I have no one to blame but myself, I just never…Does, it really matter? I mean, I’m leaving yes, but my heart is staying here.”
“But your taking mine with you,” Horatio decided it was time to be honest.
Speed looked up shocked, “H?”
Horatio cupped Speed’s cheek in his hand, “Stay. Don’t leave me.”
Speed stared in shock; he could feel the tears at the corner of his eyes. Blinking he stepped back, “God, we’re a fine pair.”
Horatio smiled and responded, “Yes, we are.”
“You want me, despite the fact I love someone else?” Speed questioned.
“Give me a chance,” Horatio pleaded. “Let me try and win your heart.”
Speed shook his head, “I should go. This can’t…”
Horatio moved quickly. He pulled Speed into his arms taking his lips in a bruising kiss. Speed’s hand clutched at his suit coat, holding on as his mouth was devoured. Opening up, he moaned as the kiss deepened. Pulling back for air, he looked into Horatio’s eyes. He saw it there, all the love and emotion Horatio had for him. This was a turning point. He could turn and walk out the door, start a new life and try and forget Eric. Or he could stay here and let Horatio help him forget.
“Are you sure?” Speed asked eyes pleading. “What if I can’t love you back? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Horatio wiped the tear that had slipped down Speed’s cheek. “Give us a chance, that’s all I’m asking.”
Speed wrapped his arms around Horatio’s neck and buried his face into his shoulder. Horatio held onto him tightly. Speed pulled back slightly, not fully leaving Horatio’s arms. “I need to call Grissom…”
“Oh, let me,” Horatio grabbed his phone, dialed Grissom’s number. “Grissom, its Horatio… Fine now, thank you. I’m just calling to inform you that I’m keeping my trace expert…I gave him a better incentive to stay.” Horatio clicked the phone shut. “Now let’s get you unpacked.”
Speed eyed his packed living room, “God, I hate moving.”
“Good thing you’re not,” Horatio slipped his arms around Speed, pulling him back into his arms. “We’ll just take one day at a time.”
Speed settled into Horatio’s arms. It felt good to be held, but at the same time he felt guilty. He pulled back stepping away from Horatio. He cringed at the flash of hurt in Horatio’s eyes. “H. God, I’m already screwing this up.”
“No,” Horatio sighed running a hand through his hair. “I meant it Speed, let me win you over. Court you.”
Speed smirked, “Court me? As in flowers, dates, and trying to get to first base?”
Horatio laughed, “How about dinner and a game?”
Speed gave him a small smile, “Sounds good.” He looked around the room at the multitude of boxes, “How are you at organizing books?”
Horatio looked at the pile of boxes, “These are all books?”
“No,” Speed shook his head. “This just miscellaneous stuff, you know kitchen, bathroom, office, stuff like that. The books are in the office.”
Horatio slipped off his jacket. “Should I take kitchen or living room?”
“Living room,” Speed grabbed his bags and headed for the back bedroom. “I like my kitchen a certain way, no offense, but I just can’t have someone else in my kitchen.”
Horatio took a deep breath, releasing all the tension in his body. He was only an hour away from losing Speed. If Grissom had not called he wouldn’t have know about Speed leaving until it was too late. Horatio closed his eyes and thanked God that he had this one chance. Now all he had to do was win his heart.
***
Alexx looked a bit shocked to see Speed walk up to the crime scene, “Speedy?”
“Hey Alexx,” he smiled at her. “There was a change in plans.”
She smiled brightly, “I’m glad.”
“Plans?” Eric walked up to the two. “You had plans and didn’t inform me?”
“This is coming from the guy who sprung a marriage on us?” Speed smiled at Alexx.
Alexx eyed Speed. She had every intention of figuring out what changed Speed’s mind. She glanced down at the victim. “You were too young for this.”
“Alexx,” Horatio looked down at the young woman. “What do you have?”
“Broken neck,” She looked up and noticed he was looking beyond them. She followed his line of sight. She grinned, so it wasn’t a what that changed Speed’s mind, but a who. “There are some markings around her neck, I’ll have to get her into the lab to get a closer look.”
“Page me,” Horatio nodded.
“Thank you,” Alexx stated simply.
“For?” Horatio asked curiously.
“For convincing him to stay,” Alexx glanced towards Speed. “Take good care of him.”
Horatio nodded, he should have known nothing got past Alexx. “I plan on it.”
***
“When you said you read a lot,” Horatio looked at the spare bedroom full of bookshelves overflowing with books. It had taken them a few days, okay over a week, but they finally got everything unpacked and put away. “You weren’t kidding.”
“No,” Speed grinned. “I wasn’t.”
“So, ready to go?” Horatio asked. Tonight was their first official date and like he promised he was taking Speed to dinner and a game.
Speed nodded. “Where are we eating?”
“I thought we could stop off at Tommy’s or we can eat at the park?” Horatio suggested as they headed down the hallway.
“Can I get Cracker Jacks?” Speed asked.
Horatio stopped to look at him, “Anything you want.” Horatio’s heart began beating faster at the smile Speed graced him with.
***
“So is this a metaphor or just random?” Speed eyed the first base from his seat then back at Horatio.
Horatio just gave him a cocky smile, “I have season tickets and these are my two seats.”
Speed paused as he snacked on his Cracker Jacks. “You have season tickets?”
Horatio nodded, “I like to relax while watching the game.”
“I didn’t know that, I mean…you seem so dedicated.” Speed stammered. “I just didn’t see you having activities outside the lab.” He blushed.
“It’s okay,” Horatio grinned at him. “Only a few people know about my baseball habit.”
“Thank you,” Speed smiled, “For bringing me here.”
“I want to spend time with you Speed,” Horatio looked at him. “Get to know you. So besides books, what else do you do outside work?”
Speed laughed, “Go to bookstores.” Horatio rolled his eyes. “I’ve been going to chef school.”
Horatio paused, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Speed blushed. “I remember cooking with my dad; they are some of my fondest memories. I was tired of staying home and doing nothing so I signed up.”
“How does that work?” Horatio asked.
“I have a variety of classes in different styles of cooking,” Speed explained. “Right now I’m learning Thai.” Speed glanced up at the game. “Are we winning?”
Horatio checked the score, “No.”
“Maybe I can cook for you,” Speed hesitated.
“I would love that,” Horatio couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He didn’t even care that they lost six to one.
***
Speed walked into work with a small smile on his face. He had never been courted before and Horatio was making it clear he wanted him. Him – Timothy Speedle, all around cynical asshole. A man who loves someone else. His smile vanished. His emotions were conflicting. He’d loved Eric since they met. At first it was lust. Who wouldn’t want Eric? Over time he really got to know him and fell for him. He never told him, he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Eric was straight, Catholic, Russian, and Cuban. No chance for Speed. Deep down he knew the day would come when Eric would find a nice Catholic girl and settle down, but he hadn’t thought it would hurt so much.
He enjoyed being with Horatio. The kiss was toe curling. Then why did he feel guilty? He wasn’t cheating; Eric wasn’t his to cheat on.
“That sigh sounds like the weight of the world’s problems are on your shoulders,” Alexx rubbed Speed’s back.
“No, just mine,” Speed looked over at her.
“Want to talk?” Alexx smiled at him.
“Am I being fair to Horatio?” Speed asked.
“Are you?” Alexx responded back. “Are you giving him a true chance?”
Speed looked up at Horatio’s office then back at Alexx. “I don’t know. I mean I want this to work, but why do I feel guilty?”
“Oh, honey,” Alexx rubbed his back reassuringly. “You have to let go of Eric.”
“I know that,” Speed stepped away. “It’s just not that easy. I just can’t turn off my feelings.”
Alexx pulled him into a hug, “Let Horatio love you.”
“I am,” Speed took comfort in mom’s arms. “But how do I stop loving Eric?”
She just held him soothing him. “I don’t know baby.”
***
Horatio looked at the small spread on the table, “It smells wonderful.”
Speed sat down across from him, “Hopefully it turned out alright. I tried a new recipe, wasn’t sure how much spice to add.”
Horatio took a bite. He swallowed looked up at Speed. “This is excellent.”
A smile broke out, “You like?”
“Tell me you won’t leave the lab for a job as a chef?” Horatio asked. Speed laughed. “I’m serious.”
“I have a reason to stay now,” Speed answered honestly.
The two talked throughout dinner, learning new things about each other. They sat with coffee and desert in the living room just talking. Horatio grinned when he heard the soft waltz playing in the background. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand.
“Dance with me?” Horatio asked.
Speed blinked at him. “Dance? Me?”
“I’ll lead,” Horatio motioned with his hand.
Speed set his coffee down, “When you court you go all out.”
“You’re worth it,” Horatio took Speed’s hand and pulled him into his arms. He positioned Speed’s hand on his arm and took the other and began leading him in a simple waltz. “You’re going to need to know this anyways.”
Speed paused ending up stepping on Horatio’s foot. “Sorry, why?” He asked.
“The best man is supposed to dance with the maid of honor.” Horatio explained.
Speed groaned his head falling on Horatio’s shoulder. “I don’t dance.”
“Really?” Horatio moved him across the room.
Speed chuckled, “Only with you.”
Horatio paused and looked at him. “Can I kiss you?”
Speed looked into soft blue eyes, “Yes.”
Horatio cupped Speed’s face and kissed him gently, just a slow exploration of lips. Speed’s arms snaked around Horatio’s waist pulling him closer opening his mouth in invitation. Horatio deepened the kiss his tongue sweeping into the hot cavern dueling with Speed’s tongue.
He pulled back panting slightly. “I should go.” Speed opened his mouth to protest. Horatio placed a finger or his swollen lips. “You are not ready and you know it.”
Speed nodded he walked Horatio to the door. “I was going to go book hunting Saturday…want to come?”
“Love to.” He kissed Speed quickly then turned and left the apartment.
Two Months before the wedding
“When I get back from the tux fitting we can go to the game,” Speed stated, as he got ready to leave. He paused, the phone up to his ear a smile on his face. “No offense to your team or anything, but they suck.”
‘Yeah, well, the point of going is to just go. Besides, I let you get Cracker Jacks,’ Horatio answered.
“Yes, you do.” Speed chuckled. “I’ll call you later.”
‘Are you going to be okay?’ Horatio asked concerned.
Speed stopped his head down, “Yes, I’ll be fine.”
‘I love you,’ Horatio’s voice full of emotion.
Speed hesitated, “I know.”
‘I won’t push you, know that,’ Horatio informed him.
“Thank you,” Speed closed his eyes. “I’ll see you tonight.”
‘Take care,’ he said before hanging up.
Tux Shop
“I hate you,” Speed growled fiddling with the tie.
Eric laughed, “Looks good on you. Especially with the scruffy look, makes you look like a rugged James Bond.”
Speed snorted, “So how are the plans going?”
“Going,” Eric shrugged. “I just show up where I’m supposed to. By the way…”
“Shave for the wedding?” Speed smirked at Eric. “I got five lectures already from Alexx, Calleigh, your mother, your future wife, and Horatio.”
Eric laughed, “Just passing the message along.”
“Mr. Speedle, you’re finished, you can change,” The attendant smiled at him.
“Oh, Thank God,” He quickly took off to change. Hanging up the tux on the peg his mind drifted to Horatio. He smiled, thinking back over the few months. He hadn’t pressured him; just let Speed set the pace.
“One would think you were the groom,” The attendant smirked.
Speed jerked, “What?”
“The sappy look on your face,” she grinned. “It says you’re in love.” She took the tux and walked away.
Speed stood there stunned, he had been thinking about Horatio. Actually, now that he thought about it, he hadn’t thought of Eric in a while. He looked out into the main room at Eric. His heart didn’t hurt as it had once before. He leaned against the wall, tears in his eyes. He needed to get home. Home to Horatio.
Speed walked out of the changing booths. “Eric, I’m out of here.”
“I thought we were going to lunch?” Eric turned and looked at him.
“Got plans,” Speed waved and headed out. “Sorry.”
He started up his bike and sped out of the parking lot. It took him thirty minutes to get to Horatio’s. He parked the bike and ran up the walkway. Horatio stood at the front door a confused expression on his face.
Speed pulled him into his arms and kissed him hard and passionately. His hands slipped into the red hair, holding him in place as he devoured his mouth. Horatio moaned and opened up for the assault, his own hands finding their way under Speed’s shirt.
Horatio pulled back, “Speed?”
“I love you,” Speed looked him in the eyes. “I want to be with you.”
Horatio looked him in the eyes and saw love shining back. He pulled Speed into the house, slamming the door shut. His mouth latched onto Speed’s in seconds. He wasn’t sure how, but they managed to get up the stairs and into Horatio’s bedroom. Horatio pulled off Speed’s shirt his mouth going for the erect nipples, tasting them and then nipping them slightly. Speed arched into the touch, moaning deep in his throat.
By the time they hit the bed they were naked, hard, and panting. Horatio pushed Speed onto the bed then laid his body on top of him. They groaned at the skin on skin contact. Speed spread his legs letting Horatio settle between them. Speed rested his lips next to Horatio’s ear, “I want you in me.”
“How long has it been?” Horatio lifted up on his elbows.
Speed closed his eyes, then opened them. “Since Andrew.”
“That’s over ten years ago,” Horatio lifted up a bit more.
Speed wrapped his legs around Horatio causing their cocks to rub together. Speed moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure, “Please Horatio.”
“We’ll take this slow,” Horatio reached for the lube in the drawer, as he grabbed the condom Speed’s hand held his.
“I’m clean,” Speed whispered. “I want to feel you.”
Horatio kissed him slow and long. His lips began a path down Speed’s neck, onto his chest, paying special attention to each nipple, moved down, dipping his tongue into the navel. Speed’s legs spread wider as Horatio began kissing the inside of his thighs. Speed moaned and squirmed in pleasure under Horatio’s touch. He tensed slightly at Horatio’s probe at his entrance, but quickly opened up to him.
“Damn it, H,” Speed cried out in frustration. Horatio had been playing his body like a finely tuned instrument. He was hard, leaking, frustrated, and wanted to cum with Horatio inside of him.
“I won’t hurt you,” Horatio slid three fingers inside stretching him.
“You won’t, please I need you, now.” Speed whimpered.
Horatio lifted Speed’s legs onto his shoulders. He looked into Speed’s dark passion filled eyes and slid into him, slowly. Speed tried to thrust forward but Horatio held him still. When he was sheathed all the way in, he looked down at Speed. “I love you,” Horatio kissed him softly.
“I love you, too.” Speed shifted slightly. “Please Horatio.”
Horatio set a slow easy pace. Sliding in and out, caressing Speed’s prostate, tearing delicious noises from Speed. As their climaxes built, Horatio sped up thrusting in harder and deeper each time. Speed met each thrust, urging Horatio faster. Horatio reached between them and stroked Speed’s hard cock, matching his thrusts. Speed groaned as Horatio’s thumb caressed the head, he stilled, tightened, and came all over Horatio’s hand. Feeling Speed’s muscles clench around him sent him over the edge; buried deep inside him, he spilled his seed.
Horatio eased out of his lover, checking for damage before getting up to get a washcloth. He cleaned them up tossed the towel into the hamper then climbed into bed. Speed curled into his arms a smile on his face.
“What brought this on? Not that I’m not happy with the results.” Horatio caressed Speed’s back.
“I had just finished with the fitting, when the attendant came up and said the way I look I should have been the groom. She said I looked like I was in love.” Speed sat up and looked at Horatio. “I was thinking about you. I glanced over at Eric, it didn’t hurt as much. I wanted to come home and be with you. I wanted to be in your arms. I wanted to wake up in the morning and see you. I love you Horatio Caine.”
Horatio pulled Speed down and kissed him deeply. “I love you, God I love you so much.”
Speed curled into Horatio’s arms. “Do we have to leave?”
“No,” Horatio held him close.
“Good,” Speed’s eyes drifted shut, content with his life.
Month before the wedding
“You look happy,” Alexx smiled over the table at him.
“I am,” Speed grinned.
“Can I ask you something?” Alexx set her fork down. They were having their monthly brunch. “I don’t want you to be upset with me.”
“You can never upset me,” Speed reached over and took her hand.
“Do you still love Eric?” She squeezed his hand.
Speed sat back his hand slipping out of Alexx’s. He looked down at his plate, “Yes.” He looked at her. “I love Horatio, Alexx. I do. He’s everything to me. So how can I still love Eric?”
“You have a big heart,” Alexx assured him. “Have you talked to Horatio about this?”
“Does it matter?” Speed shrugged. “I’m with him. I want to be with him. Eric is getting married in a month.”
“Tim,” Alexx gave him the mom look.
“I’ll tell him,” Speed sunk back in his chair appetite gone.
***
“H?” Speed stepped into the house.
“In the kitchen,” Horatio called out.
“You better not be using my pans,” Speed half joked.
“I’m not stupid,” Horatio grinned as he turned from stove.
“Are you making cookies?” Speed smirked.
“I got in a mood,” Horatio blushed.
“Oh this is good,” Speed leaned up against the counter. “I learn something new each day.”
Horatio leaned over and kissed him, “How was brunch with Alexx?” Horatio looked at Speed’s expression. “You two didn’t get into a fight?”
“No,” Speed shook his head. “No one fights with Alexx, they never win.”
“What’s wrong?” Horatio cupped his cheek forcing Speed to look at him.
“I love you,” Speed stopped Horatio from interrupting. “I want to spend my life with you. But, I still love Eric.” Speed pulled away pacing the small dining room. “How can I love you with everything that I am, yet still have feelings for Eric? I…”
Horatio shut him up by kissing the breath out of him. Speed looked at him a bit dazed. “I know you love Eric. You have a big heart, you’ve loved three people in your life and I’m privileged to be one of them. I would never expect you to stop loving Eric or Andrew. It’s those experiences that brought you to me and made you the man you are.”
Speed held him tight, “Thank you.”
Week of the wedding
Horatio knelt down next to the couch, “Speed?” His voice soft.
“Remind me never to do that ever again,” Speed groaned and buried his head further into the pillows.
“I take the bachelor party was a success?” Horatio held a glass of water and some aspirins.
“I think so,” Speed sat up and took the offered items.
“Do you remember anything?” Horatio teased.
“A mechanical bull was involved,” Speed fell back into the couch. “And I think I rode it.”
Horatio’s eyebrow went up, “I need to find pictures.”
“No evidence,” Speed grumbled. “We need a new couch.”
Horatio paused, “Speed…”
Speed looked up at him, “I just slipped, didn’t I?”
Horatio smiled at him, “Move in with me.”
Speed gave him a bright smile, “Can we get a new couch? Yours sucks too.”
“We can get a new couch,” Horatio leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I’ve got to go in and do some paperwork. You rest.”
“I think I’ll just die here,” Speed moaned and fell back onto the couch.
“Love you,” Horatio grabbed his keys and badge.
“Love you too,” Speed muttered before falling asleep.
Night before the Wedding
“I wish you were here,” Speed ran a hand through his hair as he looked out the patio door.
‘I do too,’ Horatio answered. ‘I’ll be by your room in the morning to help you get dressed.’
“How about undressed?” Speed smirked.
‘After the wedding,’ Horatio laughed. ‘Now be a good best man and get some sleep so you can make sure Eric doesn’t faint tomorrow.’
“I love you,” Speed closed his eyes a smile on his face as an image of Horatio filled his mind.
‘I love you, too.’ Horatio’s voice was full of emotion. ‘How about we go away?’
Speed smiled, “I would like that.”
‘I’ll arrange it. Now get some sleep.’ Speed smiled into the phone. Horatio had pulled his I’m the boss and I know what’s best tone.
“Goodnight,” Speed answered.
‘Night,’ Horatio hung up the phone.
Speed turned off his cell phone, and tossed it onto the desk. The suite was nice. Eric’s fiancé’s parents went all out. The full wedding party was staying at the hotel each with their own suite. Speed started to unbutton his shirt and head into the bedroom when there was a knock at the door.
He looked through the peephole and stepped back in surprise. He opened the door, “Eric?”
“Hi,” Eric walked into the room. He looked agitated and nervous.
“What’s wrong?” Speed closed the door and turned towards Eric.
Eric paced a few feet then stopped and looked at Speed, “I need to know something and I need the truth.”
“What?” he asked, dread filling his stomach.
“Was there ever a chance for us?” Eric asked.
“What?” Speed swallowed his hand going through his hair. “Eric, you’re getting married in twelve hours.”
Eric stepped closer, “I need to know. Was there a chance for us?”
“Damn YOU!” Speed moved away from him moving towards the patio doors. Turning back towards Eric tears in his eyes, “Six months, Eric! Six months it took me to get over you. And you stand here the night before you wedding asking if we ever had a chance. Fuck you! Get out.” Speed yelled at him.
“Tim,” Eric took a deep breath. “I… damn it. I’ve wanted and loved you for so long. But my own fears and up-bringing stopped me…”
“You’re getting married tomorrow,” Speed reminded him. “Forget this conversation ever happened and go be with your future bride.”
“I can’t,” Eric looked at him. “The wedding has been called off.”
Speed stared at him, “Fuck.” He turned away and looked out the patio door. “What do you want Eric?”
“A chance,” Eric walked up behind him. “Angela and I had a long talk. We both realized we love each other, but aren’t in love with each other. Yeah, we would have a good marriage but over time we would resent each other or always wonder what if.”
“I can’t give you that chance,” Speed didn’t turn around.
“Please,” Eric laid a hand on Speed shoulder. “She’s the one that told me to come here. To try and get the one I do love. She knew. Saw it in your eyes when she met you.”
Speed turned and looked up at Eric, “Don’t do this to me.”
“I have to know,” Eric whispered before taking Speed’s lips in a soft passionate kiss.
Speed whimpered into the kiss. Tears streaked down his face as he opened up and let Eric in. Eric pulled back caressing Speed’s cheek wiping away the tears. Speed’s hand clutched at Eric’s shirt, his emotions all over the map.
“Tell me?” Eric whispered. “The truth.”
“I love you,” Speed’s voice was harsh and pained. “God help me. I love you.”
Eric’s lips brushed over Speed’s, “I love you.” He deepened the kiss tasting Speed. His hands slipped under Speed’s shirt caressing soft skin. Speed moaned and arched into the touch.
Thoughts of Horatio went through Speed’s head. He pulled back disentangling from Eric. “I can’t.”
“Speed,” Eric panted his eyes dark staring at him.
“I’m with someone,” Speed moved away from Eric. “Please, just go.”
“I can’t,” Eric grabbed his arm pulling Speed back. “I will fight for you.”
“Don’t,” Speed muttered.
“You’re worth it,” Eric whispered into his ear.
“No, I’m not,” Speed suddenly felt drained his body, mind and soul weary. He fell back into Eric’s arms
Eric held him close taking Speed’s weight. He maneuvered them into the bedroom, laying Speed out on the bed. Pulling off Speed’s shirt and pants he got him under the covers. Quickly stripping down himself, he crawled in and curled up next to him. Tomorrow would be difficult. Between the cancelled wedding and a jittery Speed he had his work cut out for him, but he knew Speed was worth it.
***
Speed woke up disoriented. He shifted feeling a warm body behind him. With a smile he turned to face Horatio, wondering how he had got into the room. His smile faded when he saw Eric. Everything came back. He eased out of the bed, grabbing his pants and shirt and left the bedroom. He leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily. He had just betrayed Horatio, the man that loved him with everything that he was. He looked back at the bedroom, he hated the fact that there was a part of him that wanted to go back in there and curl up next to Eric, while the other part of him wanted to run to Horatio and cling to the other man.
He slid down the wall to the floor. He didn’t know what to do. He was with Horatio, loved him, wanted him, but now Eric. One of them was going to get hurt. He was going to hurt them. There was really only one option.
Next morning
Eric reached out over the bed, startled when he felt cold sheets he sat up and looked around. “Speed?” He pulled on his pants and wandered out of the bedroom.
He tossed his cell phone on the couch, after leaving a message on Speed’s phone. He jumped slightly when the door opened. He smiled expecting to see Speed, but was shocked to see Horatio walk into the room. Horatio paused at the doorway looking at Eric. “Eric?”
“H,” Eric greeted back. “Is Speed with you?”
“No,” Horatio hung up the bag he had in his hands in the closet. “He’s supposed to be here, getting ready for your wedding.”
“Yeah, well about that.” Eric sighed, slumping into the couch. “It’s been called off.”
Horatio suddenly got a bad feeling. “Eric?”
Eric looked up with a sad smile on his face, “We realized that we were getting married for the wrong reasons.”
Horatio looked at Eric’s rumbled clothes. He closed his eyes not wanting to know, “What are you doing in Speed’s room?”
“I…” Eric leaned forward head in his hands. “I had to know…” Then Speed’s voice echoed in his mind. ‘I’m with someone.‘ He stood up and looked at Horatio. “You’re the one he’s with.”
“What the hell have you done?” Horatio growled.
“Told him the truth,” Eric held his ground.
“Where is he?” Horatio demanded, holding his anger in check.
“I don’t know,” Eric answered honestly. “I woke up and he was gone.”
“Shit,” Horatio turned and headed out the door. Horatio glared, at the elevator willing it to move faster.
Eric grabbed his shirt, ran down the hall catching up to Horatio. “H?”
The elevator door opened. Horatio grabbed Eric and slammed him into the car. “He’s mine. You threw him away when you decided to get married. Just because you’ve changed your mind, doesn’t give you the right to lay claim.”
“Don’t you think that’s Speed’s decision?” Eric swallowed, a bit frightened by Horatio’s actions, but determined not to give up Speed.
“He’s confused, Eric,” Horatio let him go. “He’s loved you for so long. Now that he’s moved on, you suddenly show up and want him.”
Eric leaned against the elevator wall. “You love him.”
“More than life,” Horatio answered. “And he also loves me.”
“So we both love him and he loves both of us.” Eric looked at Horatio. “Now what?”
“First, we have to find him,” Horatio slipped on his glasses as he stepped out of the elevator. “And for your sake you better hope he’s at the apartment.”
Speed’s Apartment
Horatio slammed the Hummer into park. Quickly turning off the engine he got out of the vehicle and up the stairs to the apartment. Unlocking the door he stepped inside, Eric a few steps behind him. “Speed?”
Horatio looked around the small apartment then headed back towards the bedroom. “Speed?” He stopped in the doorway. The room was in shambles, clothes on the bed and floor as if someone was in a hurry.
“Horatio…” Eric called out.
Horatio walked back down the hallway towards him. Eric handed him a piece of paper. He saw Speed’s gun and badge on the breakfast bar.
‘Horatio, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to do, but to leave. I don’t want to hurt either of you, yet I know I am. Face it, you’re both better off without me in your lives, complicating them even more. Tell Eric… tell him the truth. I love him. I love you. And I’m sorry. Speed’
Eric slumped against the breakfast bar, “Now what?”
“We find our runaway best man,” Horatio pulled out his phone. “Hey… I need a favor.” He paced the small living room, memories of the two of them filling his mind. “I need you to search for any tickets purchased with the name Timothy Speedle.” He looked over to see Eric looking around the apartment. “What?” He grabbed a pen and paper wrote some things down nodding. “Thanks.” He hung up the phone.
“What did you find out?” Eric asked.
“He caught a three am flight out of Miami International on Air France to Paris,” Horatio ran a hand through his hair.
“So let’s go,” Eric moved towards the door.
“Eric,” Eric turned and looked at him. “What exactly do you plan on doing?”
“Get Speed home,” Eric answered.
“And what about your family, friends, fiancée?” Horatio pointed out.
“I already explained the fiancée part,” Eric countered. “I told my family the wedding was off before I went to see Speed. It would be best if I didn’t see them for a while.”
“And when we find Speed?” Horatio asked. “I’m not giving him up.”
Eric leaned up against the door, “I don’t know. I mean…I love him, H, I do. I know you love him and he loves you I can see it in the photos.” He pointed to the small set of photos on the fridge. “I… I want him, but I don’t want to hurt him or make him choose.” He paused, a shocked expression on his face. “Can’t we both love him?”
“What are you suggesting?” Horatio eyes narrowed.
“Love him,” Eric whispered. “Both of us. He deserves it.”
“You realize what you’re suggesting?” Horatio clarified. “It’s not you and him and him and me. It’s the three of us.”
Eric moved away from the door and kissed Horatio. He pulled back and looked at him, “I won’t lie and say I love you. But being with you won’t be a hardship.”
Horatio looked into the expressive brown eyes, so different from Speed’s and so full of emotion. He pulled Eric into his arms kissing him deeply. Eric’s mouth opened up pulling Horatio’s tongue inside, sliding his own across it. Horatio pulled back, “It will be hell to convince him.”
Eric smiled, which turned quickly to a frown, “We’ll have to find him first.”
“We need to pack some bags. I’ll drop you off at your place.” Horatio moved towards the door. “Meet me at the airport in two hours. I’ll get us a flight to Paris.”
“Is this a normal response for him?” Eric asked.
“Yes,” Horatio sighed. “It’s ingrained. He ran when he lost Andrew, and then he ran when you announced your marriage plans,” Horatio slipped on his glasses. “I caught him literally with only an hour to spare.”
“Thank you,” Eric breathed. His mind remembering Alexx’s shocked expression at seeing Speed and the mention of mysterious plans.
“I did it for me,” Horatio moved towards the Hummer.
Air France
“Pardon,” Speed startled at the soft touch on his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Speed looked over at his neighbor. She was an older woman, probably mid fifties. Her dark hair going slightly grey cut short and styled nicely. Her hazel eyes were a soft golden brown and full of joy and life.
“It’s okay,” Speed gave her a slight smile. “I’m just a bit tired.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything,” she grinned.
Speed sighed, “Can I help you?”
“I was wondering do you speak or read French?” She smiled at him.
“Actually, I do,” Speed nodded. “Is there something I can help you with?”
She clapped her hands in joy, “Yes, actually.” She pulled a bag from under the seat in front of her. “I’ve been wanting to go on this trip for years. It’s like a life long dream. My husband and I had wanted to go for our honeymoon, but financially we couldn’t afford it then. Add the kids, college, and now two grandkids, we never got a chance.” She pulled a notebook out and held it up as she went through it. “Charles, my husband,” She sighed. “He died last year, cancer.” She started through the book again. “I decided that I was going to go, no matter what. So I booked it.” She turned towards Speed. “Problem the directions to the hotel are in French.” She held up the printed piece of paper. “I can get by speaking just a little, but this…” She looked at the paper again then looked up horrified. “I’m so sorry, I’m Clara.” She held out her hand.
“Tim, my friends call me Speed,” he shook it.
“Let me guess,” She eyed him. “You have a bike?”
“Yes, ma’am, I do.” Speed tried to be patient.
“So obvious, reminds me of my second oldest boy,” Clara handed him the paper. “Can you explain in English where I’m supposed to go?”
Speed took the directions and looked them over. “You’re staying at the George V Hotel?”
“Yes,” Clara’s smile faded. “Is it a good place?”
Speed eyebrows rose, “You do realize it’s the Four Seasons? Believe me it’s a good hotel.”
“Good, good, so how do I get there?” Clara questioned.
Speed read through the notes. “It would best to take a taxi or shuttle. Just tell them where you’re going and it shouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“Thank you,” Clara put the paper back into the notebook and shoved it into her bag. “What brings you to Paris?”
“Needed to get away,” Speed shrugged.
Clara turned and looked at him. “Have you been to France before?”
“About ten years ago,” he answered quietly.
“No one with you?” She asked curiously.
“No, no one.” Speed’s voice dropped.
“I’m sorry,” she shifted in her seat. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
Speed frowned, “I… it’s just that.”
“You lost someone?” Clara laid a hand on his.
“I did ten years ago,” he closed his eyes. “This time I … I ran.”
“Why?” She pulled her bag up and grabbed a tissue and handed it to him.
“It was a no win situation.” Speed took the tissue annoyed that he had tears in his eyes. “No matter what I decided someone would get hurt.”
“So you left,” Clara finished, Speed nodded. “What happens when you have to go home?”
“I don’t know,” Speed shrugged, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. “I … ”
“Tim,” Clara cupped his cheek and made sure he was looking at her. “Love is precious. You only get it for a short time. When you have it, grab hold of it and don’t ever let go.”
“I couldn’t choose,” he whispered. “I would end up hurting one of them and I couldn’t do that.”
She smiled sadly, “Running never solved anything.”
“It’s ingrained,” he leaned his head back.
“This is what we’re going to do,” she patted his arm.
“We?” Speed asked.
“Yes, we… you can’t just go to the city of Love and mope.” Clara pulled out her guidebook. “Since you speak French, and I don’t, you can show me around, while I mother you and convince you to go home to your men.”
Speed’s mouth dropped, “By any chance are you related to Alexx Woods?”
Clara looked over at him, “No, why?”
“It was scary how much you sounded like her,” Speed eyed her with a bit of fear in his eyes.
“Sounds like a smart woman.” She flipped through the book. “I want to see the Palace of Versailles, tour the art museums, eat pastries and drink coffee.”
“Wait? Men?” Clara was full of surprises.
She rolled her eyes, “My dear, four kids, one happily married with a new baby, a second just had his commitment ceremony with his lover, third raising a three year old on her own, and the fourth in college. I know the wording when I hear it.” She smiled up at him. “Now you get some rest, we’ve got lots to do when we get to Paris. Besides I want to hear all about these two men of yours.”
Miami International Airport
Eric dropped his bag next to Horatio’s, then dropped himself into the seat. Horatio looked over at him, paused, reached out and cupped his chin. “What happened?”
“Irate older brother,” Eric winced at the contact. “Not happy I hurt his little sister.”
“Ouch,” Horatio dropped his hand. “Looks painful.”
“Well,” Eric smirked. “He’s got a matching one. Angela walloped him for hitting me.”
“What happened?” Horatio asked curiously.
“I was just leaving when Angela pulled up,” Eric explained. “She wanted to know how things were going. She was the one that had sent me to Speed.”
“Why?” Horatio questioned. “Why would she send you to Speed?”
“Because she was the one who realized I was in love with him and he returned the feelings,” Eric looked down. “She said it was in his eyes when they met. She saw the love he had for me; she also said she saw him bury it. When we talked, she told me not to let the opportunity go by.”
“Sounds like a good woman,” Horatio said.
“She is,” Eric agreed. “One day she’ll make a fine wife and mother.”
“Just not yours,” Horatio grinned. “So then her brother showed up?”
Eric snorted, “And let me have it, yelled about dishonoring the family name…blah blah.”
“Eric…”
“It’s okay my dad about gave me the same speech,” Eric shrugged. “Angela just let him have it saying she called off the wedding, and that it wasn’t any of his damn business.” Eric grinned at Horatio. “I really do love her…just not in that way.”
“Sounds like a good friend,” Horatio caressed the bruised cheek.
“She is,” Eric leaned into the caress. “And she told me to tell you to take care of us or else.” Eric looked down blushing.
Horatio laughed, “I got the same speech from Alexx.”
“You told Alexx?” Eric asked shocked.
“She showed up at my door as I was packing, demanding to know where the groom and best man was,” Horatio explained. “You don’t lie to Alexx and besides she knows Speed’s feelings; I think better than he does.”
“And?” Eric asked concerned. “I mean … Speed is her baby and I…”
Horatio laid a finger on Eric’s mouth, “She told me to take care of the two of you, gave me a kiss on the cheek, told me to bring her boy home so she can smack him. Oh yeah, and pick up some coffee and chocolate while I’m at it.”
“Flight 1342 to Paris now ready to board. We will be seating our first class passengers first.”
Horatio grabbed his bag and stood up, “Let’s go.”
“First class?” Eric followed him eyes wide. “But… that had to set you back.”
“Someone owed me,” Horatio smiled. “Besides technically it’s your honeymoon.”
Eric blushed as everyone turned and looked at him. He ducked his head and followed Horatio down the gangplank, muttering about Lieutenants who think they’re funny. Though he had to admit a laughing Horatio was a sight to behold.
Paris
“It’s beautiful,” Clara grinned over at Speed.
“It’s the airport,” Speed eyed her.
She smacked him; “I was talking about the mural on the wall.”
“It’s colorful,” Speed agreed.
“Hotel, dinner, and a walk along the river,” She dragged Speed out of the airport.
“You’re assuming I don’t have hotel arrangements,” Speed commented as he put her luggage into the taxi. She looked at him hands on her hips. “Which would mean that you were right.”
The ride to the hotel was quiet except for the occasional oohs and ahs from Clara as they drove. Speed unloaded the taxi, paid the guy and carried the luggage into the hotel. Part of him had no idea why he hadn’t just walked away. He set the luggage down and slumped into one of the chairs. He was tired, beyond tired. He hadn’t slept since he walked out of the hotel room. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, only to jerk up when the image of Horatio looking hurt and disappointed popped into his mind.
He sighed and rubbed his now two-day-old beard. “Let’s go, our room is ready.”
“Our room?” Speed looked up at Clara. “Actually it would probably be…”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” she glared down at him her hands back on her hips.
Speed wisely shut his mouth, stood up, grabbed the luggage, and followed her to the elevator. He paused at the doorway of the hotel room. It was lovely. “This is a suite.” Speed pointed out.
“Yes,” she smiled at him. “It is. I upgraded. Figure I can keep an eye on you.”
“Afraid I’ll take off?” Speed set the luggage down.
“Actually, yes,” Clara answered honestly.
Speed moved towards the windows. “I would have been gone by now.”
“I figured as much,” she picked up her bag and carried into the bedroom. “The couch folds out. It’s probably not…”
“Its fine,” Speed said, without turning around. “Better than a park bench or whatever I would have come up with.”
“I’m going to freshen up, you get some rest.” She closed the bedroom door.
Speed stared out of the window. He wondered what happened after he left. Did Eric get married anyway? Did Horatio hate him? He grabbed his bag and pulled out his cell phone. He opened it, turning it on. It beeped at him telling him he had messages.
Sitting down on the couch he stared at the phone. His hands shook as he hit the button to access his voicemail. He paused he had twelve messages.
‘Speed just to let you know I’ll be at the hotel around nine. I hope you’re getting a good rest. Love you,’ Speed sobbed as he pulled the phone away and shut it off.
He felt warm caring hands pull him into an embrace. “It’s okay, let it out.” Speed held on and cried. He hadn’t let go since that time at Alexx’s when he had first started working at the lab. He had never mourned Andrew and one day it just hit him. Alexx held him while he cried, rocking him just like Clara was doing now.
He sat up and wiped his face, “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t even apologize,” Clara patted his knee. “Go wash up, we’ll go get something quick to eat.”
“Won’t be good company,” Speed stood up feeling drained.
“At least I’ll have company,” She smiled at him. “Just a light dinner then we can come back and relax. Then tomorrow,” she grinned. “I’ve got plans.”
Speed smiled a true smile, “Thank you.”
Clara shooed him, “Go wash up.” She watched as Speed grabbed his bag and headed into the bedroom, toward the bathroom. She turned and eyed the phone. Waiting till she heard the shower going, she grabbed it and searched the phonebook. She quickly wrote down the number next to the entry Alexx (mom). She sat the phone back down and tucked the piece of paper into her purse. While Speed rested she was going to make a phone call.
Le Meurice
Eric dropped his bag next to the bed and collapsed. He had been running on pure adrenaline since, actually he had no idea what time or day it was. He rolled over onto his back then sat up. The room was nice, a large room with a king size bed. Horatio was slumped onto one of the couches his suit winkled, a day’s growth beard. He looked tired. Eric sighed, he was the cause of this. He fell back onto the bed.
“Don’t even think about it,” Horatio stated from the couch.
Eric turned his head. “Think?”
“That this is your fault,” Horatio looked at him.
“Isn’t it?” Eric sat up.
“You didn’t tell Speed to run,” Horatio pointed out.
“But I pushed him into running,” Eric ran a hand through his hair. “He told me he was with someone, he asked me not to do this and I pushed.”
Horatio got up off the couch and moved towards Eric. “And he could have stayed or come to me.”
“I…” Eric looked down suddenly tired. “I don’t know what to do? Where do we look? I’m not sure what to do when I see him. I’m debating between smacking him or kiss him or fuck him senseless.”
“All three,” Horatio grinned. He cupped Eric’s face. “Things happen for a reason.” He kissed him lightly. He knew if they were to convince Speed, he would have to believe they wanted each other. “Let’s get cleaned up, get some room service and a hotel directory.”
“Do you think he’s still in Paris?” Eric leaned into Horatio’s touch. He was surprised how easily it was to take comfort from the redhead.
“He’s only twelve hours ahead of us,” Horatio stepped back and headed for the bathroom. “I’ve got his credit cards being watched, but so far he hasn’t used any of them to check in to a hotel.”
“You think he’s hiking it?” Eric followed leaning up against the bathroom door watching Horatio.
Horatio slipped off his shirt and turned on the water. He turned to see Eric watching him, lust in his eyes. “I don’t know. He could be paying cash. According to his records he did stop by and withdraw a large amount.”
“So, call all the hotels?” Eric sighed. “Should we call his cell phone again?”
“Until he answers it or we find him,” Horatio looked at Eric, a decision made. “Join me?”
“Is this…” Eric motioned between them.
“Eric, if we are going to have any chance to convince Speed to be in a relationship with both of us. We have to be in one ourselves. He will hesitate if he feels or senses that we aren’t there for each other.” Horatio held out his hand.
“Are we insane?” Eric asked as he pulled off his shirt. “I went from getting married to flying across the world to convince a man I love to enter a triad?”
Horatio laughed, “We probably are, but in the end…”
Eric took his hand, “It’s worth it.
Next Morning – Paris
Clara grabbed her own cell phone, left a note for Speed and went down-stairs to the small bakery they found the day before. Yesterday they had spent the whole day touring; okay she dragged the boy around making him translate. She could see him gripping the phone all day, like he was debating on calling or listening to the messages. She tried to get him to relax a bit, but the closest she had gotten him to relax was when they were in Tuilleries Gardens and he had sat quietly basking in the sun.
She still hadn’t gotten names out of him, but she had got the gest of the tale. Unrequited love suddenly getting married. A secret admirer steps out from the shadows and woos him. Soon he finds himself in love with both men, but realizes his admirer is the one he’ll spend his life with. Then the unthinkable happens, the unrequited love shows up and it’s not so unrequited. Confusion prevails and he runs not knowing what to do.
Fate intervenes and lands him next to her. Clara dialed the number.
‘Woods residence,’ a tired voice answered.
Clara looked at her watch and cringed, it was three in the morning in Miami, “I’m so sorry to call you so early. Is this Alexx Woods?”
‘Yes,’ the voice became more alert. ‘May I ask whose calling?’
“You don’t know me, but we have someone in common,” Clara explained.
‘Speed?’ Alexx asked fully awake.
“I found him lost on an airplane,” Clara explained.
‘Is he okay?’ Alexx questioned.
“He’s hurting, scared, confused, depressed,” Clara admitted. “He’s asleep right now.”
‘Horatio and Eric should be in Paris,’ Alexx informed her.
“The elusive names,” Clara smiled into the phone.
‘Did he tell you what happened?’ Alexx sighed.
“Yes, but without the names. Let’s see if I get this right; Horatio is the secret admirer and Eric the unrequited groom?”
‘Yep,’ was the other’s response. ‘Got a pen and paper?’
Clara dug through her purse puling out her notebook and a pen, “Yeah.”
Alexx gave her Horatio’s cell number; Clara nodded as she wrote it down. ‘Take care of him.’
“Oh, honey I will,” Clara grinned. “He so easy to mother.”
‘I know,’ Alexx agreed. ‘And he needs it.’
“When I get to Miami we should have lunch,” Clara had her write down her number.
‘Great keep me informed.’ Alexx said her goodbyes and hung up.
Louvre
Eric sat down next to Horatio, “How the hell are we going to find him?”
Horatio leaned forward his elbows resting on his knees, “I don’t know. I tried calling again, but it’s turned off.”
“Are we sure he has it?” Eric asked frustrated.
“It wasn’t in his apartment,” Horatio stood up turning toward Eric. “If you were Speed where would you be?”
“Knowing Speed,” Eric sighed looking around. “Old bookstores, walking around people watching…”
“He probably got adopted by some old French lady,” Horatio added snickering.
Eric laughed right along with him, “Should we put out an ad. Seeking lost American stray, scruffy, but likes to be cuddled.”
Horatio smiled brightly, “I’ve got a list of hotels. Let’s start there.”
Eric stood up, slipped on his glasses, “That’s a long list.”
“Then we should get started,” Horatio pulled out the map and looked at the first hotel on the list. “Let’s go.”
George V Hotel
Speed looked out over the city. Night had fallen, and the lights made the city seem like a new world. He picked up his phone and looked at the display. He had now sixteen unheard messages. He dialed his voicemail and put the phone up to his ear.
‘Timothy? Do you know where Eric is? This is his mother. He’s got this notion that he’s doesn’t want to marry Angela. Can you talk to him?’ Speed and almost clicked off the phone, but held on and listened to the rest.
‘Hey.’ He tensed even more at Eric’s voice. ‘Where are you? I got up and you were gone.’
‘Speedy? What’s going on? I’m standing here with Calleigh and there’s a sign saying the wedding is off. Call me.’ Alexx’s voice soothed him a bit.
‘Tim, where’s Eric? What’s going on? Call me.’ Calleigh sounded worried.
‘Speed, baby. I’m not mad, please just call me.’ Speed gripped the phone tight hearing Horatio’s voice sounding hurt.
‘Honey,’ Alexx’s voice was soft. ‘Call Horatio he’s worried.’
‘Speed man, I… God I screwed up didn’t I? Just call please.’ Tears began to fall at Eric’s sad voice.
‘You bastard! How dare you ruin my son’s life. I hope you rot in hell!’ Speed slid to the ground tears falling at the hateful words from Eric’s mother.
‘What is going on? Tim? Where are you? Look I don’t know what’s going on but Eric and Horatio are really upset and looking for you.’ He could hear Calleigh sigh. ‘Please at least call me. I promise I won’t tell them where you are if you don’t want me to. I’m worried. Call me.’
‘Speed. I know you’re in Paris. Please just call me. Running isn’t the answer.’ Horatio pleaded with him. ‘We’re coming. Yes, Speed both of us. Call me or even Alexx let us know you’re okay.’
‘Speedy, baby, you need to come home,’ Alexx voice was calm. ‘I know you’re scared but this isn’t the way.’
‘Speed, look I’m sorry. I should’ve listened or maybe I should have held on more securely while we slept.’ Eric laughed lightly. ‘I’m with Horatio, we’re in Paris. Call us. Please honey, look… we love you. Please.’ Speed wiped away the tears, head cocked as he listened to Eric.
‘I know Eric just called, but God I just wanted to hear your voice in the recording. I’m worried, I’m supposed to take care of you and I failed, I’m sorry for that.’ Speed closed his eyes and let his head lean against the wall. ‘Just call or come to the Le Meurice that’s where we are at.’
‘Timothy Speedle, you will call me. I am your mother! Don’t make me come out to Paris!’ Speed grinned, he just knew Alexx would do it.
‘Mister Speedle, your books are ready for pick up,’ Speed laughed in all this emotional drama he would have a message for his book order he had been waiting months for, it was a present for Horatio.
‘Hi, Tim, it’s Angela. Probably the last one you want to hear from, but I had to call you. I’m sorry… you’re probably wondering why, because …because he was yours. Though I don’t think he knew it. I saw it you know…that day. I saw it in your eyes how much you loved him. How much pain you were in. I tried to ignore it, do the right thing, get married have kids… you know the normal Catholic girl thing. But, as I stood there that night practicing my vows I realized I would be lying, not just to me, to Eric, but to God and I couldn’t do that…I told him to go to you. I didn’t know about Horatio. God, I tried to help and made things worse… Please just call Eric or Horatio – hell if you want call me. Horatio isn’t mad, and Eric … Just call please. Bye.’
Speed clicked off the phone and let the tears come. He didn’t deserve them, but he wanted them. He needed to think. He left his phone in the hotel and went for a walk to clear his head.
Le Meurice
There was a knock on the door, both men jumped up and rushed to the door. Wondering hoping that Speed had come to them. They were a bit surprised to see an older woman.
She smiled at them, “Going to invite me in?”
Eric just looked at her, while Horatio grinned. “You adopted him?”
“Yes, I did.” She entered the room and moved towards the living room. “He sat next to me on the plane.”
Eric closed the door grinning, “Should have gone with the ad in the paper.”
“Ma’am?” Horatio looked at her hands on his hips.
“You must be Horatio and that makes you Eric,” She held out her hand. “Clara Wilson.”
Horatio shook her hand, “If you don’t mind…”
“Speed doesn’t know I’m here,” She explained. “I got Alexx’s number out of his phone and she told me where you two were.”
Eric looked at Horatio then back to Clara, “Are you by any chance related to her? That is something she would do.”
“I doubt it, though I feel a sort of kinship with her, after all we share a common interest.” Clara sat down on one of the chairs. “Speed’s happiness and well being.”
“Which is our goal,” Horatio moved and sat down across from her. “How is he?”
“Not good,” she answered honestly. “I have to blackmail to get him to eat. He’s depressed, miserable, confused. He doesn’t know what to do.”
“Please tell us where is he?” Eric sat next to Horatio. “We just want to talk …”
“He’s with me,” Clara smiled. “It was fate that put him next to me. Before I tell you where he is, I have a few questions.”
“Sure,” Horatio leaned back, liking this woman. Wondering how Speed attracted such strong, motherly women, who would go to hell and back to take care of him. Let alone attack anyone who dare hurt him.
“What are your intentions?” She looked squarely at both men. “If you intend to hurt him in any way, you’ll never see him.”
‘Damn,’ Horatio thought, ‘I’m not sure who’s worse.’
Eric’s stammered, then looked at her. “Are you sure you’re not related to Alexx?”
Clara smirked slightly. “Positive, though we have lunch plans when I get back to Miami. So what are your intentions?”
“To love him,” Eric answered. “Never let him out of our sight.”
“Both of you?” her eyebrow rose.
“It will be difficult and take time to adjust but yes, both of us.” Horatio leaned forward looking at her directly.
She looked between the two men, leaned back. “We’re at the George V Hotel. He’s resting, so he should be there when we get back.”
Eric sighed in relief, “Thank you.”
George V Hotel
Speed had been walking for hours. He knew he was near the Louvre, but not sure exactly where. He looked up and chuckled dryly the, Pont des Arts – lover’s bridge. Fitting in an ironic sort of way.
He walked along the side of it, stopping in the middle and leaning against the old stone looking out towards the river. His head jerked up when he thought he had heard Horatio’s voice. He snorted at the odds of finding Eric and Horatio out on a walk. He had a decision to make; subconsciously he knew he had already made it. The Le Meurice wasn’t far from here.
“Speed,” The voice was soft, caring, and full of emotion.
Speed whipped around and stared in shock. Horatio stood before him. He was rumpled, tired, and in Speed’s opinion the best thing he had ever seen. Speed choked back a sob and threw himself into his lover’s arms. Not caring about anyone around them. Not caring about his dignity or pride. He just hoped Horatio would take him back.
Horatio tightened his grip around the young man’s waist. He felt the sobs wracking the smaller frame. He just held him close, whispering in his ear.
Speed pulled back, tears streamed down his cheeks, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”
“Shh…baby,” Horatio pulled him back into his arms. “I’ve got you now. It’s okay.”
“I… Eric…” Speed sagged against Horatio. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Horatio breathed his lover’s scent in. He turned his head to see Eric standing near-by with a sad smile. Horatio motioned with his head, as he held out his hand.
Speed felt the movement and looked up to see Eric walking towards them. He looked up at Horatio, who gave him a small smile and kissed his forehead, “Trust me. Trust us. Trust your heart.”
Speed looked between the two men, then at Clara who was wiping away tears of happiness. She shooed at him with a smile. Speed let go of Horatio and fell into Eric’s arms. Eric pulled him close. He thought he would never feel this again. Never feel Speed in his arms.
“I’m sorry…” Eric whispered into his hair.
“I… shouldn’t have…” Speed just held onto him.
“I love you,” Eric kissed his temple.
Speed snuggled closer he could actually feel his heart heal. “I love you, too.”
Horatio smiled and pulled both men into his arms. Kissing Eric’s temple and the top of Speed’s head. “Let’s go back to the hotel. I think we have a lot of talking to do.”
“I trust you,” Speed pulled back and looked at Horatio then Eric. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but…”
“Promise you won’t leave?” Eric voice cracked. “You really scared me.”
“I promise,” Speed looked down in shame.
Horatio lifted his head up, “No more apologies.” He turned to Clara. “Mrs. Wilson…”
“Clara,” she stepped forward. “You two take care of him.” She cupped Speed’s cheek. “You let them.”
Speed leaned forward and kissed her cheek, “I will. I promise I’ll take you the Palace of Versailles and translate.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Clara stepped back and smiled at the three men. “But I don’t want to see you for the next few days.” She winked and headed back towards her hotel.
“How do you do it?” Eric asked, his arm around Speed’s waist holding him not letting go.
“Do what?” Speed asked, confused.
Horatio snickered, “Let’s go.” He led the three of them towards the hotel.
“Do what?” Speed demanded.
The two men just laughed.
Le Meurice – Morning
Speed woke up content and warm. His head was laying on Horatio’s shoulder, the familiar heartbeat under his ear. He felt Eric shift slightly as he moved closer to Speed, his arm draped across Speed’s waist, landing on Horatio’s stomach. Speed shifted a bit, turning to look at Eric. He really wasn’t sure what was going on, but right now he had never felt so loved.
They hadn’t really talked the night before. By the time they had gotten him back up to their room, Speed had practically collapsed from exhaustion. Horatio stripped him and got him into bed. Speed whimpered when he had pulled away. In the end both men just curled up with him and fell asleep, letting their own exhausted bodies sleep.
Eric opened his eyes and smiled at Speed. “Hey,” he whispered.
Speed shifted a bit, settling into Eric’s arms, “Hey.”
“You still look tired,” Eric smoothed back the unruly black hair.
“It’s been a long couple of days,” Speed buried his face into Eric’s shoulder. “What happens now?”
“How about a shower, food, and then we talk?” Horatio kissed the back of Speed’s neck.
Speed turned back towards Horatio. “I…”
“Shush…not now.” Horatio kissed him softly. He got out of the bed and pulled Speed with him. He pushed the young man towards the bathroom swatting his bare backside. “Go get cleaned up. I’ll set some clothes and toiletries in there for you.”
“You have my things?” Speed asked as he walked towards the bathroom strutting slightly.
“Clara dropped them off,” Horatio shook his head at Speed’s strutting.
“I should call her,” Speed sighed.
“Shower,” Horatio’s tone wasn’t one to mess with.
“Fine,” Speed closed the bathroom door.
“Eric, can you get his stuff and put it in the bathroom?” Horatio asked as he called room service.
“To be honest, H,” Eric got out of the bed and pulled on his jeans. “If I go in there I’ll be joining him.”
Horatio looked over at the Cuban and smiled, “Go join him.”
Eric eyed him, “Alone?”
“Get him ready for me, maybe talking is over rated,” Horatio turned back to the phone, a slight blush on his face as the room service attendant was snickering.
Eric laughed lightly as he entered the bathroom. He leaned up against the wall and watched Speed. Speed had braced himself against the shower wall letting the hot water cascade over his back. Eric quickly stripped and slipped into the large walk-in shower.
Speed startled when he felt a pair of hands caressing down his back. He didn’t recognize the touch so he knew it had to be Eric. He arched up and into Eric’s touch, moaning softly. Eric’s hands rubbed the tense muscles enjoying the feel of soft skin under his hands. Grinning he cupped Speed’s ass and gave both cheeks a squeeze. Speed yelped and turned around, eyeing the grinning Cuban.
Eric turned serious and pulled Speed into his arms, taking his mouth passionately. Speed gripped his arms and opened up under the assault, dueling with Eric’s tongue. Eric slowly made a path down his neck, taking in all the noises and responses Speed was making, cataloging them away for future reference.
Speed eyes widened when he saw Eric drop down to his knees. He moaned deep in his throat when Eric took his hard cock into his mouth. One of his hands slipped into the dark locks caressing as Eric licked and sucked on the head. His other hand gripped at the shower wall trying to get a grip. His knees buckled slightly when Eric took him down his throat, a strong pair of arms held him up. He whimpered as his head fell back onto Horatio’s shoulder.
Horatio ran his hands up Speed’s chest tweaking the nipples. He bent down nibbling on his neck. Speed turned his head and took Horatio’s lips in a sensual kiss. Horatio found the soap, carefully breaching Speed’s tight hole. Speed pushed back on the digit pulling deeper into his body. “H, please…” Speed moaned as he felt two fingers begin to stretch him.
Speed was lost in sensation. His hard cock was enveloped in Eric’s hot mouth, his tongue doing things to him that were turning his body to mush. Horatio’s fingers were teasing him, rubbing that one spot inside him. He was sobbing with need, wanting release, but neither man giving it to him.
Speed cried out as Horatio entered him in one full thrust. He was totally at their mercy; Horatio fucked him while Eric was sucking on him like he was a tasty lollipop. He was babbling in what language he didn’t know, all he knew he didn’t want them to stop. He moaned deep in his throat, coming hard and fast when Eric took him all the way down his throat. He felt Horatio thrust deep inside him, stilling and groaning his name as he came. The only thing holding him up was Eric’s strong hands on his hips. The Cuban stood up and pulled the smaller man against him, kissing him deeply. Speed hands began to travel down Eric’s chiseled chest and flat stomach, reaching for Eric’s member. A strong hand caught his.
“Already taken care of,” Eric kissed the fingertips. “Just seeing Horatio taking you had me coming hard.”
Speed looked at him, a small blush on his face, “Wow.”
“Okay, everyone cleanup and out of the shower the waters getting cold,” Horatio leaned over and kissed Eric softly. He gave Speed a quick kiss before pulling him back under the water and washing him down. Speed just let him rinse him off and get him out of the shower. He enjoyed it when Horatio took care of him. He laughed when the two of them towel dried him, he hadn’t felt this good in a long time. The three quickly got dressed and headed into the sitting area. Speed sat down on the couch and looked at the two men he loved more than life itself. He would never tell him how dark his thoughts had been; Clara probably saved his life.
Horatio knelt down in front of Speed, taking his hands in his own. “Speed,” he kissed the tips of the fingers. “Do you understand what’s going on?”
Speed nodded slightly, “The three of us?” Eric sat down next to him slipping his arm around his waist, pulling him close. Speed’s head rested on Eric’s shoulder. “Why?”
“We love you,” Eric kissed the top of his head.
“You shouldn’t,” Speed closed his eyes, his doubts and insecurities coming back. “I’m nothing but trouble.”
“Don’t say that,” Horatio squeezed his hands. “You’re worth more to me than life.”
Speed looked at him, “I don’t know what to do? I want this,” he gestured to both men. “But…what happens if someone finds out? Or if…”
“If what?” Eric asked.
“One of you decides they don’t want to deal with it anymore,” Speed tried to pull away but both men held on to him. “You can’t tell me the two of you are okay with this?”
“We are,” Eric began.
“How?” Speed struggled pulling out of their grasps. He turned and looked at Horatio, “You’re okay with bring Eric into our relationship? That’s what it comes down to. I mean…God, as much as I love you Eric…” Speed choked. “Horatio was there for me. He fought for me, and how do I repay that…” Speed leaned against the wall. “Eric, when you came to me that night I wanted you, I wanted nothing more to crawl back into that bed. At the same time I wanted to run to Horatio. I’m so confused…I don’t want to hurt either of you or worse end up completely alone.”
Horatio stood up and walked over to him, “I won’t lie and tell you I’m in love with Eric and this will all work out perfectly. There will be some adjustments, things we have to work out, but I’m willing to try. He loves you, I love you, and I know you, Speed, your heart screams out to both of us.” He pulled Speed into his arms. “Remember that day I told you never to apologize for the fact you loved Eric or that part of you still loved Andrew. You have a big heart, you hide it under that scruffy no care attitude, but its there.”
“He’s right,” Eric walked up, his hand slipping into Speed’s hair. “As unbelievable as this sounds, I feel no jealousy towards Horatio. I know he loves you with everything he is, and you love him. Like, I know I love you with everything I am; and you love me. You love us differently, like we love you differently.” He looked at Horatio. “I care about H, and I’ve always valued his friendship. A relationship with him isn’t a hardship, besides he’s sexy as hell.”
Speed chuckled into Horatio’s shoulder, he looked up, “That’s true.”
“Face it, Speed, we aren’t giving you up,” Horatio leaned forward and kissed him. “We’ve got a few more days before we have to get back to Miami. Let’s take these days and get to know each other.”
“I have to take Clara to the Palace of Versailles,” Speed wiped the tears away.
“Hell we all owe her,” Eric smiled ruffling Speed’s hair. “Only you would find someone to mother you on an airplane heading to France.”
“I’m cute and adorable,” he batted his eyelashes.
“Damn,” Eric looked at Horatio. “Does that work?”
Horatio groaned, “Yeah and he knows it.”
Miami – A week later
Speed walked up the steps to the lab a smile on his face. The last few days in Paris had been wonderful; they had really opened up and talked. He knew they were going to run into problems, but for the first time ever, he really felt secure. He had no reason to run. He looked up to see Clara talking with Alexx; then again maybe he did.
“That is just wrong,” Speed looked between the two women.
“Speed,” Alexx walked down the steps and kissed him on the cheek. “How are things?”
“Good,” He eyes Clara. “So you two have met?”
“We’ve been chatting on the phone for a while,” Clara smiled at him, giving him another kiss.
“Is there a sign above my head that says ‘Needs Mothering’?” Speed asked, shaking his head.
Alexx rolled her eyes as she fixed his collar, “Don’t be silly.”
“You’re our boy,” Clara finished smoothing down his hair.
“I’m doomed,” Speed groaned.
“Speedle,” Stetler walked up with a sneer. “It’s good to see you back after your sudden disappearing act.”
“Stetler,” Speed narrowed his eyes at him. “Personal business…”
“Excuse me,” Clara smiled brightly at Rick. Alexx and Speed just stared at her. “Who are you?”
Speed smirked, “I’m sorry Clara this is Rick Stetler, and he’s IAB.”
She held out her hand, “I’m Clara Wilson. Did you know my husband Judge Charles Wilson? He was a District Judge before he died last year. My son, bless his soul is following daddy’s footsteps and is a District Attorney, Simon Wilson? Have you met him?”
Speed stared at Clara mouth dropped. “Simon, he’s your son? Nice guy.”
“Thanks,” She smiled coldly at Stetler, “And my Samantha, her husband Captain Gregory Thompson, he’s in law enforcement also. It runs in the family. Andrea, my youngest girl is moving up the ranks in her law firm, Stanly and Rogers.”
Alexx beamed, “My husband works for Stanly and Rogers, what section is she in?”
“Civil suits, specializes in harassment cases,” Clara beamed at Speed. “You will have to come over for a Saturday barbeque, bring your friends.” She turned back to Stetler. “It was nice meeting you Mr. Stetler, Alexx I’ll talk with you later. Bye.” Clara walked down the steps to her car. She waved as she got into her car.
Stetler growled and stalked off.
Speed watched Clara drive away, “I think I love her.” Alexx smacked him. “Ow! I love you too.”
She beamed at him, “Now tell me all about Paris.” The two walked arm in arm into the building.
“It was great,” Speed sighed. “For the first time in my life Alexx, I’m really happy.”
“I can tell, honey,” She smiled at him.