Title: Consequences
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Rick faces the consequences for his decision
Author’sNote: Someone challenged me to make them like Stetler …. challenge accepted. Each story is told from a different characters POV
Pairing: Speed/Horatio/Stetler
Series: A Second Can Change the World, Revelations, Paying Forward, Vacations Over, Decisions, Consequences, Past Returns, Investigations, It’s Personal, Past Leads to Present, First Kill, The End of the Beginning
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Rick felt a warm body curled up next to him. He blinked slightly then looked down to see a head of dark hair. He pulled the younger man close to him, relishing the feel of him in his arms. His thoughts focused on the past few hours. Taking Speed to Horatio’s after a migraine had…then he froze. He was in Horatio’s bed holding Horatio’s lover. A sudden sense of foreboding hit him; he looked up to see cold blue eyes looking down at him.
Shit.
Rick eased Speed off of him, and got out of the bed. He stepped away from the redhead, and left the room quickly. He found himself in the kitchen with really no place to run. He turned to find Horatio leaning up against the wall watching him intently. Like a hunter when he’s stalking his prey.
Shit.
He had made the decision when he slipped into that bed with Speed. Now he just had to voice it.
“I want in.” Rick said simply and he hoped with enough confidence in his voice to persuade Caine.
Horatio looked at the man standing in front of him. The two stood in the quiet kitchen watching each other, the only sound was the tick tock of the clock on the wall.
“What did you say?” Horatio’s voice was low and dangerous. He pushed off the wall and walked toward him.
“I want in.” Rick repeated his earlier statement not budging. He had thought long and hard about this, he wanted in on their operation. If he was truly honest with himself he wanted more. He wanted Speed. And if he was truly, truly honest with himself he wanted Horatio as well.
“You want in,” the redhead stalked toward him. “This isn’t a club you can join and then when it gets to messy un-join.”
Stetler held his ground, “You don’t think I know that. I’ve thought about this long and hard. I didn’t just wake up and go ‘gee that sounds kinda cool’.”
Horatio’s lips twitched slightly, “What can you provide?”
“There’s info I can get that Speed can’t.” Rick pointed out. It was true. There were files and access that he could get with ease. Plus the fact, he could easily cover any inquiries that might come up. “He covers your ass while you’re on the job. I can cover his.”
Caine stepped closer, moving behind the brunette and whispered into his ear, “Maybe the question should be how much of his ass do you want to cover.”
Rick swallowed, “I won’t lie.”
“So you not only want in, you want Speed.” Horatio stood in front him, his blue eyes bearing down on the brown. “What makes you think I’ll let you touch him?”
“You kept me alive for a reason.” Stetler said.
“Not to fuck my lover,” the retort held a hard edge to it. “Do you realize what you’re asking?” He leaned forward his hand slipping into dark locks and gripping the hair tightly. His lips settling against his ear, “Do you, Rick?” Stetler tried to nod but the grip was too tight. “You understand that I’ll ask you to dispose of the body, clean up evidence, and help me kill.” His hand gripped tighter in the soft locks. “Do you understand that there is no turning back? If you betray me, I’ll make you suffer before I slice your gut wide open.”
Rick closed his eyes, his breathing quick, as pain shot down his neck. “I do.”
“And do you think I’ll just let you slide into Speed’s bed?” The assassin whispered against his ear. “Let you touch him, kiss him, slip this hard cock…” He pushed Stetler against the wall, his thigh pressing into Rick’s erection. “…into his tight firm ass.”
Rick moaned, “Oh God…”
“You’re so turned on right now aren’t you?” Horatio chuckled and stepped back. “What are you willing to do, to get a taste of him?”
He leaned against the wall panting, “I….” Rick looked into blue eyes, now filled with lust. “What do you want me to do?”
Horatio gave him a sadistic smirk. “On your knees.”
Stetler shivered at the tone, falling to his knees instantly. He looked up at the redhead. “I just don’t want Speed…”
“You’re hard and aching for me?” Caine grinned feral as he unbuckled his pants. “You want me to fuck you?” He pulled out his hard cock and stroked it, his eyes never leaving Rick’s. “Or do you want to taste, take me down your throat?”
His mouth opened involuntary, “Please….” Part of him was shocked that he found himself on his knees in front of Caine, not just wanting but begging to blow him. While the other part of him was eager, almost desperate to taste him, feel the power humming through Horatio’s veins. He had always been drawn to the man, before he wanted to fuck him over, now he wanted Horatio to fuck him hard and fast.
Rick placed his hands on Horatio’s thighs and leaned forward licking the head, tasting him for the first time. It was pure Horatio. He craved and wanted more. Taking the head into his mouth he sucked on it gently, his tongue moving down the throbbing vein. He felt Caine’s strong grip in his hair as he began to bob his head, taking more of the hard cock into his mouth adjusting to the size of him. It wasn’t long before he was taking the full member down his throat; his nose buried deep in the red pubic hair, inhaling the musky sent that was Caine. He moaned as Horatio began to thrust in and out of his mouth, clearly showing Rick who was in charge. By the sounds he was making, the redhead was lost in pleasure. Each time he thrust into Rick’s mouth he would swallow around the head, pulling a deep guttural moan from Horatio. He was becoming lost in the act, the feel of the cock in his mouth, the taste of him on his tongue, the sound of Horatio as he took his pleasure. It was intoxicating.
Suddenly, Caine pulled away. Rick looked up confused. Horatio pulled him up off the floor and turned him until he was pushed against the kitchen counter. “Ever been fucked by a man, Rick?”
“Yes.” He moaned as his pants and boxers dropped to his ankles. Horatio gripped his hard cock and stroked it hard. “Please… Horatio…”
“Who knew you were such a little whore?” Horatio snickered into his ear. He grabbed some oil off the counter and slicked himself up.
Rick was a bit surprised that he wasn’t taken in one thrust; instead he was prepared slowly, first with one finger, then two, and finally three. He was whimpering with need by the time he felt Horatio’s cock at his opening. “Fuck me, Horatio.”
With one hard thrust he was inside the welcoming body. “Damn you’re tight.” He moaned as he began to pound into him. He reached around and took Rick’s cock into his hand and pumped it in time with his thrusts.
Both were so lost in pleasure that they didn’t notice they had an audience.
Speed leaned against the wall and watched his lover take Rick Stetler with an almost brutal passion. A passion he rarely let loose on him. His own cock was hard and leaking at the sight. His eyes were focused where the two men were joined, watching Horatio’s hard cock slide in and out of the tight hole. He could tell by the redhead’s erratic movements that he was close to the edge, and with a shout Horatio slammed into Rick and came hard, sending Rick over the edge, with a last pull on his cock.
Both men collapsed against the counter, panting for much need air. Rick suddenly looked over to see Speed and froze.
Speed, the third part of this weird equation. The reason Rick even contemplated being apart of them. His heart hammered in his chest. He wanted Horatio, he could not deny that fact, but he knew that he was in love with Speed.
Horatio pulled out of him and grabbed a towel, cleaned himself up, he tucked himself back into his suite pants and zipped up. He turned toward his lover, “Enjoy the show?”
“Oh yes.” Speed cupped his own aching erection. “Though a bit confused on the whole situation and how we got to this.”
“He wants in,” Horatio pulled Speed toward him holding him in his arms as he turned back toward Rick.
Speed leaned against Horatio’s chest and looked at Rick. “In as in, in?” Both Rick and Horatio looked at him. “You know what I meant!”
“I think he just wants to fuck you,” Caine smirked kissing Speed’s neck. “Do you want him to fuck you?” He shivered in his lover’s arms. Ever since that night at the bar, thoughts of Rick had entered his mind and at times dreams. “So you do want him to fuck you.” Caine grinned. “Should I let him? Have you been good?”
“I’m always good.” Speed retorted looking up at his lover.
Both men snorted.
“You’re a trouble magnet Speedle.” Rick answered. “Not sure how Horatio is able to keep an eye on you.”
“That is a very valid point, Rick. He is a trouble magnet, and needs thorough watching.” He ran a hand up inside Speed’s t-shirt.
“Hey!” Speed tried to yell indignantly, but it turned into a moan as Horatio played with his nipples.
“Pull your pants up Rick and follow us.” Horatio pulled Speed up the stairs pushing him into the bedroom.
One look.
One look is all it took for them to question and answer. This is what they wanted. They had been led to this moment since that night so many months ago.
Rick Stetler belonged to them.
They turned toward him both carrying a wicked smile. “You’re in.”
Rick shivered at the tone; he opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the sweetest kiss he had ever received. He slipped his arms around Speed and pulled him close deepening the kiss. He pulled back and looked over the young man’s shoulder to see Horatio watching them intently, lust prominent in those blue eyes. He held out a hand, with a cocky smirk. “Joining us?”
Caine’s eyebrow rose, as he took Rick’s hand and pulled him into a hard kiss, devouring the mouth passionately. “Just remember Rick, who’s in charge.”
“Yeah I know,” Stetler looked over to Tim and smirked. “Speed.”
Horatio laughed. Rick turned and looked at him. It was the first time he had heard a true laugh from him. It was a nice sound. He knew at that moment he had made the right decision.