THE ESCORT SERVICE
“Go out and get laid – you need it!”
Dr. Timothy Speedle stared at his nurse in horror. “Why don’t you scream that a little louder? I don’t think the morgue heard you.”
Calleigh glared at him. “We’re all concerned for you…”
“So the answer is for me to go to some bar and pick up a stranger,” he ran a hand through his dark hair. “And when exactly am I supposed to do this? Between the sixteen hour surgeries? Staff meetings, budget meetings, and let’s not forget the trial for malpractice!”
She cupped his cheek, her voice softening. “Speed…”
“I’m tired,” he muttered softly.
“You need some time off, to get your head cleared.” Calleigh pulled him towards the doctor’s changing room. “You have enough vacation time saved up, hell I bet you could take off six months and still have time left over.”
“Not six months, three at least though,” he smirked. “I’m not a club person, Callie.”
She opened his locker and pulled out his jacket, helmet and a packed bag. “I know you’re not, which is why we plotted. Alexx booked you a room at the Regency, so you can relax and recoup.”
“Mother henning at its finest,” he stated slipping on his jacket.
“Here.” She handed him a card. “Don’t analyze it, just call.”
Speed looked down at the card, and then back up in shock. “Escort service!?”
“Like you said you won’t go to a club…”
“I’m not hiring someone to fuck me.” Tim sat down on the bench. “Callie… I can’t do this.”
“Tim,” she sat down next to him. “These past few months you’ve gotten quieter and that’s saying something considering you don’t talk a lot anyway. Something’s eating at you and no amount of hen-pecking Alexx and I do is working – you just clam up.”
He looked down, his eyes suddenly tearing up. “It just hasn’t been a good year… It’s been ten years since Andrew. Add on the fact, hell Calleigh, he was only sixteen…”
Calleigh forced his chin up, looking him in the eyes. “Don’t you dare start down that path. You stood by Andrew through it all, you never gave up on him and he never gave up on you. And look at you. You’re one of the finest spinal surgeons in the country. Your work has saved countless lives. It’s a tribute to Andrew.” She sighed, putting an arm around him, holding him close. “And as for William, you did everything in your power to save him. The injuries were just too severe, and it wasn’t your fault. His parents are just lashing out in pain, and you’re the nearest target…”
“If I had just worked harder…”
“Don’t make me smack you,” she growled. “You’ve done nothing wrong and everyone here at the hospital and in the medical community supports you. The Board already came back with their findings that you were not at fault. The upcoming trial is just a nuisance.”
“I miss him so much,” Tim sighed looking over at Calleigh.
She pulled him into her arms. “You need someone. Andrew wouldn’t want you mourning him the rest of your days. I wish you would just …”
“I’ve tried.” Tim whispered. “Honestly, I have, but no one wants to deal with my moods, or my past, hell even my schedule is enough to send most guys running.”
She kissed the top of his head before standing and pulling him up. “Let go. Enjoy the hotel, the escort and forget everything here at least for a while.”
“Not an easy task.” He bent over and grabbed his bag. “But I’ll try, okay.”
Her smile was blinding. “And then you can give me all the details about the hot guy.”
“What is it with woman and gay sex?” Tim asked as they walked out of the locker room.
“Oh come on, two hot guys, getting all hot and sweaty,” She smirked at the doctor’s response. “See…”
“I’m gay.” He pointed out. “I’m supposed to get all hot and bothered at the idea. You’re straight… see the difference?”
“No,” she smirked.
~ The Regency Hotel~
He had to admit the room, or should he say the suite was nice.. His two mother hens went all out. He tossed the bag onto the foot of the bed and looked around. Now that he was here, he really didn’t know what to do.
The past few months had been difficult. It started off with an unexpected phone call from his mother. She wanted him to come home, find a nice woman to marry and have a couple of kids. They had the same conversation at least twice a year, but it wasn’t really a good time for her to be harassing him about his life and mortal soul. He had snapped at her, for once forgetting to play their little game, just stating straight out he was gay and happy in Miami and he wasn’t coming home so she could parade him around and make herself feel better for being a lousy mother while he grew up. A day later his father had called, and told him he wasn’t welcome home. That they refused to believe that the man he had become was their son, they had raised him better. Tim had snorted and reminded his dad that he had missed not only his graduation from high school, but had no freaking clue what college he had gone to. The phone call had ended with him being called an ungrateful bastard.
Then William Henderson was wheeled into the ER, a car accident leaving massive damage to his spinal cord. He had talked with his parents, being honest about the prognosis. There was too much damage to repair; their son would not walk again. The surgery itself could be fatal. The body could only take so much strain before failing.
They had just held onto each other and begged for him to save their son. He was sixteen, with good grades, a football player who wanted to be a doctor.
Three hours into the surgery, his heart gave out. Timothy had fought hard to save him. He wasn’t going to lose a patient that day of all days. In the end, Calleigh and the other doctors had to pull him out of the room and call the time of death. William Henderson had died on April 4th, the tenth anniversary of the day he had lost the love of his life.
His heart breaking each step of the way, he gave the solemn news to the young man’s parents. Mrs. Henderson slapped him, screaming that he had promised to save their son. It took two security guards to remove the distraught couple from the waiting room. It had taken a bottle of JD for him to forget the dead look in her eyes. It was the same look he had received from Andrew’s mother when the doctors had told them he was paralyzed. She had walked out of the hospital and never came back. He had seen her once more, at the funeral. She still had the same dead look.
A month later, the lawsuit was filed. Malpractice. They were claiming he neglected to tell them their son could die on the table, that he was careless and just looking to further his career instead of treating his patients. It had taken two bottles that night for him to forget his life.
Timothy shook his head trying to dislodge the dark thoughts. He pulled out some scotch from the mini bar and grabbed a glass, when the card Calleigh had given him caught his eye. He picked up and stared at it.
Without thought, he grabbed the hotel phone and dialed, downing the scotch to give him some strength. As the phone rang, he contemplated hanging up at least three times, before a warm voice answered.
‘May I help you?’
The voice threw him for a moment, open and caring. What the hell was he doing? “Oh god… I…”
He could hear a deep breath on the other end, ‘Look…’
Tim looked at the phone, this was insane. “I’m sorry. I’ve never done this and … This was a big mistake… I’m sorry.”
Silence, then a soft, ‘What’s your name?’
He ran a hand through his hair and began to pace the room. “Tim… how does this work?”
‘What are you looking for?’
What was he looking for? That was a good fucking question. Tim snorted and shrugged, “Honestly, I have no idea. I just don’t want to be alone tonight.” His thoughts were too dark, being alone would be a bad idea.
‘What’s your type?’
An image of Andrew popped into his mind, his beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind as they flew down the streets. His laugh turned into a sob, when he remembered that was the last time they flew. “Anything but blonde.”
‘Older? Tall?’
“How do I explain this… hell maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” He was going to kill Calleigh for suggesting the idea.
‘We all have needs. Tell me what you want, need.’
“Someone to make me forget I’m alone. I don’t want a party boy or anything kinky… just normal.” Well as normal as hiring someone for sex can be.
‘We have the perfect person for you. Where do you want him delivered?’
Tim froze. What? Was he really going to do this? But there was something about the voice on the phone he trusted; the soothing tone had made him less edgy. “Regency Hotel, room 897. Do I give you my credit card number?”
‘No. That will be taken care of when he arrives. We like to make sure the client is happy with the merchandise before purchase.’
“Okay… ahhh well, bye, I guess.” Tim hung up the phone and stared out the balcony door. What the hell had he just done? How much was this going to cost him? He set the phone back into its cradle and moved back to the bar, pouring himself another scotch. He had just hired a male escort. Some guy was going to show up and do whatever he wanted.
Fuck.
He snorted, that was the point.
Time seemed to stand still. The silence in the room was overpowering. With a frustrated sigh he poured a third drink and opened the doors to the balcony. The view was breathtaking. He leaned against the door jam and just listened to the sounds of the city, watching the lights flicker on the water. Tim was lost in his own thoughts and memories when the knock at the door startled him.
He turned and stared at it.
THE PHONE CALL
Horatio slumped down into his reading chair with a contented sigh. It had been a long day, hell a long week. The case had been solved, and he was off the pager for at least the next two days. His main goal for the next couple of days was to do nothing. Maybe work in the garden, read, sleep…
He glared at the house phone. If work had needed him, they would have called his cell. Usually if he got called at home, it was probably someone he didn’t want to talk to.
“Better not be salesmen!” He grumbled picking up the phone. “May I help you?” His one rule at home was never to state his name when answering his phone, too many old enemies trying to find him.
‘Oh god…I…’
Horatio groaned inwardly, this was starting to become annoying. Ever since he had gotten the new phone number, he kept getting calls that were supposed to be for a male escort service. He really needed to change his number. “Look….”
‘I’m sorry. I’ve never done this and … This was a big mistake… I’m sorry.’
Something in the man’s voice made him pause. This wasn’t the average caller looking to get laid. There was something deep and painful laced into the caller’s voice. “What’s your name?”
There was a stretch of silence, for a moment Horatio had thought he had lost the caller. ‘Tim… how does this work?’
“What are you looking for?” Horatio couldn’t believe he was doing this. Most of the time, he politely told the callers that they had gotten the wrong number and hung up, but something was stopping him.
‘Honestly, I have no idea. I just don’t want to be alone tonight.’
Horatio leaned against the wall, his heart breaking at the pain he could hear in the soft voice. “What’s your type?”
A dry sarcastic laugh turned to a sharp sob. ‘Anything but blonde.’
“Older? Tall?” The redhead asked as he headed up his stairs. If he was going to play the part of an escort he would need to look it.
‘How do I explain this… hell maybe this wasn’t a good idea.’
He dropped his voice into a low husky tone, playing the part. “We all have needs. Tell me what you want, need.”
‘Someone to make me forget I’m alone. I don’t want a party boy or anything kinky… just normal.’
“We have the perfect person for you,” Horatio grabbed a pen and paper off his dresser. “Where do you want him delivered?”
Another long pause, and fear coursed through his veins. Instinct told him, if he didn’t find Tim tonight, he would find him on Ryan’s autopsy table. As the silence lingered Horatio seriously contemplated getting the call traced.
‘Regency Hotel, room 897. Do I give you my credit card number?’
“No. That will be taken care of when he arrives. We like to make sure the client is happy with the merchandise before purchase.” Horatio said smoothly. He had no idea how an escort service ran, but it sounded plausible. And he sure as hell didn’t want Stetler to find out that he actually was paid for sex.
‘Okay… ahhh well bye I guess.’
Horatio tossed the phone onto his bed and looked into the mirror. “Horatio, what the hell are you thinking?” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “No use fretting now.”
After a quick shower, he dressed in an old worn pair of jeans that molded to his body, a soft denim button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top four buttons undone, and a pair of dark boots. He grabbed a small bag, slipping in his cell and back up piece, one could never be too careful. He paused for a second before grabbing the lube and condoms he had in his nightstand, and before he could reconsider, grabbed the keys to his car, and headed out to the garage. He pulled the cover off the ’66 Mustang convertible. It wasn’t like he could take the Hummer.
Thirty minutes later Horatio pulled up to the Regency, stepped out of the car and gave the valet a smile. “Not a scratch on her.”
“Yes, sir.” The valet drooled over the vehicle.
Horatio moved through the lobby, putting confidence in his stride as if he belonged at the prestigious hotel, and wasn’t really going to a room and offer up … He stepped into the elevator and hit the eighth floor button. What was he going to do when he got to the room? Offer up sex and comfort? Horatio took a deep breath and stepped off the elevator. He was flying by the seat of his pants. He’d just have to see where it led him next.
He knocked on the door and waited.
THE MEETING
Tim took a deep breath to calm down and opened the door. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the man standing on the other side wasn’t it. He was captivating, bright red hair that he itched to bury his fingers in, alluring blue eyes that just drew you in, and as his eyes traveled down the lean form, he couldn’t help admire the firm body.
“I hope I meet your expectations?” Horatio asked with a smile on his face.
“Beyond them,” Tim shook his head and opened the door. “Come in…” He closed the door behind the redhead and couldn’t help but admire the view from the back either. “So… I’m not sure what happens now.”
Horatio turned and gave him a smile. “Well…”
“Okay, that I know. I mean… God…” Speed walked past him towards the bar. “Do you want a drink?”
“Scotch if you have it.” He needed the liquid strength. The redhead shook his head slightly. He still couldn’t believe he had done this, but now that he was here he didn’t regret it. Tim at least was easy on the eyes. Dark hair and eyes, scruffy appearance, golden skin… But it was the eyes that pulled him in the most. Tim was putting on a brave front, but there was something eating at him.
“What’s your name?” Tim handed him the drink. “And please don’t do the whole, ‘whatever you want it to be’ thing.”
“Horatio.” He hadn’t even thought about using a fake name. It was who he was, and as insane as this situation was, he didn’t want to lie to Tim.
” O, I die, Horatio; the potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England; but I do prophesy the election lights on Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; so tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, which have solicited. The rest is silence.” The younger man smiled slightly.
“What is it ye would see? If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.” Horatio responded.
“Were you named after him?” Tim asked.
“No, after the author.” He stepped closer to the brunette. “What do you want?”
Tim looked up and blinked, stepping back and away from the escort trying to clear his head. There was something about the older man that pulled at him. “I’m not really sure. It wasn’t my idea actually. A friend gave me the number…” He paused and looked back over at him. “Do you role-play?”
Horatio was a bit taken back, he wasn’t quite expecting that. “Depends if you were looking for something…” He gestured with his hands, not quite sure how to put it in words.
“Oh no, nothing like that,” he shook his head. “I…” Tim ran a hand through his hair, sighing he turned his back on the escort. “I just want one night to pretend that I’m not alone.” He looked up and back at Horatio. “That someone out there loves me.”
Horatio’s heart broke at the loneliness and pain that he heard in Tim’s voice. It was so strong it took him a while to even respond to the request.
“Never mind,” the brunette shook his head. “It was a bad idea, hell this whole thing was a bad idea…”
Making a decision, Horatio slipped his arms around Tim and pulled him close, “Shhh love, let’s not fight, ok?”
Tim looked up at him slightly confused. “But…”
“How often do we get time off together?” he cupped the scruffy cheeks. “We have this fancy hotel room, a night for just the two of us….”
Brown eyes blinked, a soft sad smile gracing Tim’s face. “It has been a while.”
Horatio leaned down and kissed him, and his heart soared at the feel of the soft lips under his. With a moan he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into the warm mouth. Tim slipped his arms around the redhead’s waist and pulled him closer as his mouth opened up. Only the need for air made Horatio pull back, panting slightly he leaned his forehead against Tim’s.
“Have you eaten?” Horatio asked, stepping back. He eyed the thin waist with a raised eyebrow. “Or did you get caught up in work again?”
Tim looked down and blushed. “I ate something this morning….” he paused. “I think… no wait, yes Alexx gave me a muffin.”
“Probably shoved it into your mouth,” Horatio shook his head, grinning. “I’m ordering dinner. You go take a hot shower, if you’re good, I’ll join you.”
“What if I don’t want to be good?” Tim shivered at the smoldering look the redhead gave him. “I’m going. I like my steak dead as in dead.”
“Yeah, I know, burnt crispy critter coming up.” He picked up the phone and ordered room service. He pointed at the bathroom and made shooing noises until Timothy had gone off into the bathroom, stripping out of his shirt along the way.
Horatio gasped when he saw the intricate tattoo on the young man’s back, a beautifully inked red dragon that looked as if it was wrapped around his spine. The head was sitting on the right shoulder blade, while the tail dove below the waist and into the pants. He was itching to trace the tattoo with his tongue. He turned his attention back to the operator and ordered dinner and a bottle of wine. Hanging up the phone, Horatio stared at the bathroom door. His body wanted to go in there and claim Tim as his. His mind informed him of the small fact that he wasn’t really here as an escort and technically Tim didn’t know that.
Horatio sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Well H, you got yourself into this. Do something.”
He slipped off his jacket and threw it onto the chair, his boots followed soon after and by the time he got to the bathroom, his shirt had joined them. He slipped into the bathroom and studied the young man in the shower. His eyes traveled down the tattooed back, over the firm ass, strong thighs and lean legs. His jeans landed next to Tim’s discarded clothing, and without any more debating, he opened the shower door and stepped in.
Tim turned and looked at him, a bit shocked to see him. Horatio pulled him close and took his mouth into a hard kiss, pushing him up against the wall, their bodies flush against each other. Tim rubbed his erection against the hard body, moaning into the kiss as the pleasure began to build. His hands went into the wet red hair holding him close as he slipped his tongue inside the inviting mouth. Horatio pulled back just enough to get much needed air, before he began to kiss and lick a path down the scruffy jawline and neck. His hands roamed over the hard chest and tweaked the nipples until they were hard nubs. His mouth soon followed the path his hands had taken. In time he found himself on his knees.
Timothy looked down at the escort, his cock hard as a rock. He had never been so turned on in his life. He ached to be touched, wanting nothing more than to have Horatio take him down his throat. He guessed he had control of the situation. He could make the redhead blow him, but it just didn’t seem right. There was more going on here, he just didn’t know what.
Horatio took the hard member in his hand, stroking it slightly, letting his thumb run over the swelled head. The feel of it was hot and heavy in his hand. He wanted to taste, to swallow him down. His tongue flicked out and licked off a drop of pre-cum, he moaned at the taste. His hands moved to the slim hips and held him gently as he took the cockhead into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before taking him down whole.
“Oh God!” Tim moaned, straining against the strong hands. The mouth was so warm and inviting, he just wanted to thrust and lose himself. He gripped the red hair tightly as he was expertly worked over. “It’s been too long… going to ….”
Horatio moaned around the thick cock, his eyes taking in Tim’s face, his expression of pure pleasure. With a few more sucks, he heard a sharp yell before his mouth was flooded with semen. He quickly swallowed it all down, not missing a drop. He felt a tug on his hair and stood up, only to have Tim kiss him hard and passionately. He returned the kiss in kind, rubbing his hard erection against Tim’s thigh.
Reaching down, Tim grasped the hard cock and stroked it softly. He pulled back slightly and looked down at the member in his hand. It was large and thick, just the way he liked them. Horatio buried his face into his shoulder as he stroked the cock with sure strong strokes. His thumb swept over the swollen purple head, sending shivers down the escort’s body.
“You like that?” Tim whispered in his ear. “Would you like me on my knees? Or you want to shove this hard cock up my ass?”
With a groan Horatio came all over the milking fingers. He turned his head and kissed Tim softly. “We should get cleaned up, dinner will be here soon.”
Tim nodded, a smile on his face. “God I needed that.”
“So did I, love.” Horatio kissed him once more before grabbing the soap and a washcloth. “Now turn around so I can wash your dragon.”
Timothy laughed heartily. “He likes his tail scratched.”
His laugh was music to the redhead’s ears. Glancing down, his eyebrow went up the tail ended right where the butt crack began. Oh, he was so looking forward to scratching that tail.
DINNER
Horatio dried the two of them off while they traded slow passionate kisses. If the shower was any indication, both men were looking forward to the rest of the night. The redhead slipped his jeans and shirt back on, pointedly leaving off his boxers with a cheeky grin towards Tim.
“Dinner should be here soon, get dressed…”
He was cut off by a warm body pressed against his and a hard deep kiss. “What if I don’t want dinner? Skip straight to dessert.”
Horatio moaned and returned the kiss with equal passion. “You’ll need your energy.” He gave the bare firm ass a slight swat. “Get dressed and meet me out in the sitting area.”
Tim leaned against the wall and sighed. He was already half hard, just thinking about things to come. Horatio’s touch was so intoxicating. His kisses were passionate and full of emotion… ‘Stop it right there Tim. You’re paying him to be in love with you.’ Tim got dressed and ran a towel over his hair. He looked into the mirror. ‘You’re pathetic.’
He stepped out of the bathroom, only to have tantalizing smells assault his senses. His stomach growled on cue. He blushed and looked down. Horatio chuckled lightly and motioned him closer. As Tim approached the spread on the table, the redhead pulled him close and kissed him softly. He moaned into the kiss, seeking more. Horatio pulled back with a smile.
“Dinner first.” He held out the chair for him. “I ordered filet mignon, with red potatoes and asparagus.”
Tim sat down and looked up at him in a bit of shock, “My favorite.”
Horatio leaned forward and kissed the top of his head, “I know.” He sat down across from him and picked up his fork. “Eat.”
Timothy grabbed the fork and dug into the meal. He really hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he looked down at the plate and noticed it was empty. Blushing slightly he picked up his wine glass and sat back sipping it; the taste was smooth. Horatio knew his wines. “So…” Tim paused.
“How was work?” Horatio asked simply. “I know you’ve been stressed.”
He set the glass down and frowned slightly. “It’s been hard. With everything, sometimes you just want to tell them to go fuck themselves and …” he gestured with his hands slightly. “Run.”
The redhead sat back with a sigh. “I know the feeling. Sometimes you wonder why you even bother.”
“Because no one seems to really care,” Tim finished reaching for his glass again. “But then…”
“You get that one person that reminds you of why.” Horatio smirked.
“You do understand,” He looked over at the escort. “How?”
“You see a lot in my field,” the redhead shrugged. “A lot of bad, the scum of society…”
“Why?” Tim asked. “I mean why?”
Horatio was tempted to just tell him. Tell him the truth, that he wasn’t an escort, that Tim had dialed the wrong number. “Actually… I’m…” He stammered. Why was it so hard to actually tell him. ‘Because you want him.’ “I’m really not…”
Tim looked down in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business. I mean…” He ran a hand through his hair. “See this is why I’m terrible at these things, I screw it up with stupid questions and then they usually hate me or think I’m some conceited….” His rambling was cut off by a hard kiss.
“It’s okay, you just caught me off guard.” Horatio pulled him out of the chair and into his arms, kissing along his neck. He shoved a leg between Tim’s legs and rubbed the growing erection. “I see someone’s up for dessert.”
“Oh God…” Tim moaned as he thrust against the redhead. “You do things to me…”
“I know, love.” Horatio whispered into his ear. “Let me make love to you. Worship you like you deserve.”
He buried his head into the escort’s shoulder, a small whimper escaping. “No one…”
Horatio tipped his head back and took those soft lips into another deep kiss. “They were fools… Let me in Tim… Let me love you.”
“Yes.” Tim breathed.
DESSERT
Horatio took Tim’s hand and led him into the bedroom. He knew he should tell him the truth. That he wasn’t really an escort and that it didn’t matter. He truly wanted the younger man. Timothy’s lips were on his and he moaned into the kiss, taking it deeper, his tongue slowly dueling with Tim’s.
“Will you fuck me?” Tim asked softly.
Horatio moaned. “I’m going to lay you out on this bed and bury myself so deep inside of you, that you’ll be feeling me for the next week.”
“Oh God…” He cupped Horatio’s face and kissed him hard and deep.
He pushed the brunette back towards the bed, stripping him out of his shirt as they went. He was beautiful in Horatio’s eyes. His hands slid through the dark chest hair, pinching the hard nubs pulling moans from the younger man. His hands traveled down his sides landing on the low hung jeans. He made quick work of the button and zipper. Timothy stepped out of the jeans and stood self-consciously in front of Horatio.
“You’re beautiful,” Horatio whispered, his gaze roaming down the body. “Though I must say you really need to put on some weight.” He shook his head as his fingers traced along the very lean waist.
Tim rolled his eyes. “You’re starting to sound like Alexx.”
“Smart lady,” He pulled the younger man back in for another deep kiss, pushing him back onto the bed. “Lay back and let me love you.”
“God, Horatio…” Tim looked up into the loving blue eyes. For a moment he could actually believe that this was real. He shook it off and decided to just enjoy the night. Live a little. Lose himself in Horatio’s arms. “Love me.”
“I already do,” Horatio whispered softly as he took those full lips into another sweet kiss. And he did. Horatio was lost in those dark eyes, so full of pain, yet also full of hope and a desperate need for someone to love him. Horatio wanted to be that someone, wanted to take away the darkness and pain. He realized now fate had brought them together.
“Please…” Tim arched into the soft caress.
“What do you want?” he asked huskily. “My hands or mouth?”
The brunette shivered. “Your mouth, it feels so good….”
Horatio leaned back and stripped out of his own clothes before joining Tim on the bed. He leaned forward and gave him a tongue tangling kiss, then began to kiss a path down his neck, sucking softly on the juncture of his shoulder before moving down the defined chest. He gave proper attention to each of the hard nipples, before moving down and dipping his tongue into his belly button. Tim gripped the bedding moaning with each caress, he spread his legs in desperation, wanting to feel Horatio’s mouth on his aching cock.
Horatio sat back and looked down at the younger man; he was flushed and panting heavily. He stroked the thick cock slowly, pulling delicious sounds from Tim’s mouth. He leaned forward and licked at the tip of the head, tasting the pre-cum. He licked up and down the cock then took his balls into his mouth sucking on them softly before licking back up and taking the full member into his mouth and sucking gently. Tim moaned and pushed into the warm mouth, Horatio placed his hands on the lean hips and held him down as he worked over the hard cock.
It didn’t take long for Tim to feel that tingling sensation at the base of his spine. His hand slipped into the red hair and gripped tightly. “Going to come…”
Horatio smiled and hummed, as he took the cock down his throat. He was rewarded with a shout as Tim came; he swallowed eagerly, taking all of it down. He licked him clean then let the soft member drop from his mouth. Tim pulled him upwards and kissed him hard and desperately, his tongue sweeping through his mouth tasting himself on Horatio’s tongue.
“I want to be inside of you,” Horatio whispered into his ear.
“Yes.” Tim arched up into him. “Please… want to feel you.”
Horatio scrambled off the bed and grabbed the lube and condoms. His eyes were on Tim the whole time. “I see you came prepared.”
“Part of the job,” the redhead shivered at the statement. He promised himself that tomorrow morning, he would tell Tim everything, the truth. He slid back onto the bed and knelt between Tim’s legs. “Are you sure?”
“More than anything, I want you to fuck me.” He spread his legs further apart. “I want to feel it tomorrow while I’m in surgery.”
Horatio filed the piece of information away for later. He slicked up a finger and slid it into him, moving around searching for that one spot. The sudden groan from Timothy meant he had found it. He worked over the bundle of nerves until the young man was panting and begging Horatio for more. He added lube and slipped in two fingers, stretching him.
“Now. Get in me. Now!” Tim demanded. “I’m not fragile. I want it hard and fast.”
Horatio smirked at the blatant need in his voice. He quickly slipped on the condom and slicked up. “Like this or on your knees?”
“Like this,” Tim pulled his legs up and held them apart, giving Horatio access.
The redhead grabbed Tim’s thighs and pulled him up slightly, lining up his hard cock. He locked eyes with Timothy and pushed into him in one hard thrust. The younger man moaned deep in the back of his throat, his head falling back against the pillows. He let go of his legs and wrapped them around Horatio’s waist. Horatio pulled back out and slammed back into him, pulling another moan from Tim. He shifted slightly, his hands on either side of Tim’s head and began to pound into the tight hole. He was lost in the tight heat, muscles clamping down on him, intensifying the pleasure. It had been too long, and he wasn’t going to last long.
Horatio looked down to see Timothy stroking himself and he moaned at the sight, kissing him lazily as his thrusts became erratic, slamming into him hard, the sound of his balls slapping against the tight ass echoing in the room. Tim arched up into him, tightening around his hard cock and came with a muted scream. The sensations were too much and Horatio thrust in hard, coming with groan. He collapsed against Tim resting his head on his shoulder, breathing hard.
His hands caressed the redhead’s back soothing him. Horatio lifted himself up and carefully slid out of him, disposing of the condom and then laid back down pulling Tim into his arms.
“Stay?” he asked softly.
“Forever,” Horatio answered honestly.
The two drifted off into a contented sleep. Tomorrow would bring them a new day, a new future.
MORNING AFTER
Horatio shifted in the bed, his arms reaching for Timothy. His hand felt cold sheets instead of a nice warm body. He sat up quickly in the bed and looked around the hotel suite. The doors out to the balcony were open, there was a table set up with breakfast out on the balcony.
He smiled softly and got out of bed, quickly pulling on his jeans and stepping out onto the balcony. “Morning,” he said, sitting down at the table smiling at the younger man. “Did you sleep well?”
“Straight through the night, first time in a long time,” he answered. “So I guess, well I should pay you.”
Horatio sipped his coffee before answering. He knew this was when he needed to tell him. He opened up his mouth to explain the situation when something shiny caught his attention. His badge. He looked up at Tim, eyes were hard and unreadable.
“I wanted to tell you last night, but…” Horatio set the cup down.
“Is this when you arrest me?” Tim asked, staring at him. “Though does it hurt the case or better it given the fact you fucked me?”
“I’m not Vice, nor is this a case…” he sighed.
“Then what the fuck is this?!” he demanded his voice raising. “Wasn’t it pathetic enough that I actually called an escort service, but to be part of some sting operation…”
“I told you I’m not Vice.” Horatio’s voice dropped. “I work in the Crime Lab.”
“Excuse me?” he stared at the redhead. “Am I being investigated? Is this to do with the malpractice suit?”
“The what?” Caine asked, surprised.
“The fact that the parents of William Henderson are suing me for wrongful death, are they now trying to have me arrested?”
“No.” Horatio stood up and moved across the small balcony and knelt down in front of Timothy. “I have no idea who the Hendersons are. The truth is you got the wrong number.”
Tim blinked at him. “Wrong number?”
“My number is one digit off the escort service, you misdialed and got mine.” He placed his hand on Tim’s knee. “Yours wasn’t the first call I’ve gotten, but there was something in your voice that called to me. Demanded that I listen.”
Tim leaned back in his chair in shock. “So you just decided to show up and pretend you were an escort?”
“I actually had no idea what I was doing,” Horatio answered honestly. “All I knew was that I had to show up. I was drawn to you, to your voice.”
“So last night?” he asked.
“Was the best thing that has happened to me,” the redhead stood up and pulled Tim up with him. “I wanted to tell you, but didn’t know how to.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked, stepping back slightly. “Or just let me believe I was falling for a hooker?”
“Falling for me?” Horatio cupped his cheek.
“Answer the damn question, Horatio.”
“I had every intention of telling you this morning,” he ran a thumb along the stubbled cheek. “I was even hoping to ask you to dinner.”
Timothy snorted and shook his head. “You know this is like some bad romance novel.”
“Well then, this would be when you swoon into my arms, because you just can’t live without me.” Horatio leaned forward and brushed his lips against Timothy’s.
“It’s not that easy,” Tim whispered
“No, it’s not.” He agreed. “Then let’s start over.”
“I don’t think I can,” he pulled out of Horatio’s arms and moved back into the suite. “I have surgery this afternoon so I…”
“Tim please,” Horatio called from the door. “This wasn’t the best situation, but I honestly feel that this was meant to happen.”
He turned and looked at the older man. “Fate.” He snorted. “Fate is a bitch who hates me.”
“Fate was you calling my number,” the redhead stepped into the room. “It was us who did the rest of the work.”
“Look,” Timothy ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t deal with this right now. Give me some time at least.”
Horatio nodded, it was only fair. He grabbed his badge off the table, slipping it into his pocket. He pulled on his shirt and jacket then grabbed his bag. As he headed for the door he stopped next to Tim, cupped his cheek and leaned in for a soft loving kiss. He stepped back and pulled open the door. “My number is on the card,” Horatio looked back at the young man. “For what it’s worth, it was the first time in a long time I also slept through the night.”
With that, he turned and walked away, closing the door softly behind him. Tim looked down at the card in his hand and stared at the number, his thumb running across the lettering: ‘Lt. Horatio Caine’ Miami-Dade Crime Lab.
CALLING BACK
Weeks had gone by and Horatio still hadn’t received a phone call from Timothy. Of course it hadn’t stopped him from researching the young man. He discovered that Dr. Timothy Speedle was a renowned Spinal Surgeon at Miami University Hospital. He also discovered that he was in the middle of an ugly malpractice suit. Once he had read over the whole case, he couldn’t believe that anyone had taken it seriously. Tim had done nothing wrong, and this was a case of the parents looking to get money.
It irritated him that they were hell bent on destroying Tim, even to the point of taking their story to the press. He had watched as they cried on national television about the tragic loss of their all-star son whose only dream was to be a doctor.
Horatio Caine snorted and began his own investigation into the matter. It seemed that the all-star son had a juvenile record, mostly related to gang activity. He had asked Tripp about the young man. Frank had a few things to say about the kid, including the fact that the ‘tragic’ car accident that put him in the hospital had killed a mother and child in the other car. He had run a red light and was broadsided by the other car.
“Why the interest in this guy?” Frank asked over coffee.
“Read it in the papers and was curious,” Horatio lied easily.
Tripp’s eyebrow rose. “Horatio, how long have we known each other?”
“Since I was on the bomb squad.” Caine looked up at him. “Why?”
“So I know when you’re bullshitting me,” he leaned back in his chair. “Now what the hell is goin’ on?”
“Remember how I told you I get calls for that escort service?” he asked.
“Yeah…” Frank leaned forward. “Do I want to know?”
“Let’s just say I’ve met Dr. Speedle,” Horatio stood up and tossed his empty cup into the trash.
“Spare me the details.” Tripp shook his head. “This isn’t going to hurt you is it?”
“No.”
“You’re not going to do anything stupid?” he asked. “Wait, this is Horatio Caine, of course you are.”
Horatio slipped on his glasses and gave Frank a wave goodbye. Frank Tripp resisted the urge to slam his head against the table, but only barely.
~ Hospital ~
Timothy sighed and slammed his head into his locker door. “Sugar.”
“Hey Alexx,” he lifted his head and smiled at her.
She stared at him, arms crossed, her motherly instinct telling her something was seriously wrong. “You look even more tired than before.”
“Hasn’t been a good couple of weeks,” he shrugged.
“You were quieter after your night off…” She frowned when Tim stood up and moved for the door. “Timothy Speedle, you will sit down and tell me what is going on.”
He turned and looked at her. “Fate fucking with me.”
“Sit.” She pointed to the bench.
“Tim? Are you here?”
Doctor Speedle turned towards the newcomer. “Robert, what brings you here?”
“Your case,” he grinned widely. “It’s been dropped.”
Timothy frowned. “What?”
Alexx smiled brightly. “That’s great. Did the judge finally see that it had no merit?”
“The Hendersons dropped it,” Robert grinned. “When I pointed out that their sympathy levels would be shot to hell once I released new information I received, they decided it was in their best interests to drop the case.”
“What new information?” Alexx asked.
“It seems that if their darling son had lived, he would have been charged with vehicular manslaughter.” Robert shook his head. “He had run the red-light and was hit by the other car, killing a mother and her child.”
“I remember that, they came in as DOAs.” Alexx nodded. “It was a shame, but I didn’t realize it was the same accident.”
“Add the fact the kid had a record and was reportedly running with gangs…” The lawyer growled. “They had the fucking nerve to go after Tim, claiming they had the perfect all-American son, when he was a hoodlum.”
“Timmy, this good news…” Alexx turned to see the locker room empty. “Tim?”
~*~
Tim sat down on the park bench and watched the children play. Despite the malpractice suit being dropped it still didn’t change the fact he had lost the kid on the operating table. William had still died because he wasn’t good enough.
“Honey,” Alexx sat down next to him.
“The situation doesn’t matter, he still died…” Tim winced and backed away from the irate woman. “You hit me.”
“I should have done it a while ago.” She glared at him. “You are not God. You can’t save everyone. You are only human. Don’t try to be anything more than you are. I know you loved Andrew and it hurt to lose him, but your life is a testimony to how much you loved him. You have saved countless lives and he would be proud of you. William Henderson was a tragic accident. It doesn’t matter why or how it happened – we are doctors and don’t care about the how – it’s our job to help those in need. You did all that you could to save him, but you can only do so much. I hate the Hendersons for making you doubt yourself. I understand hurting from the loss of a child, but not to the point of destroying something good because of your own grief.”
“How did Robert get the information?” he asked.
“Seems a Lt. Caine from the Miami-Dade PD sent him the information. He had read about the story in the papers and remembered Henderson from one of his cases.” Alexx informed him.
Tim stared at her in shock. “Horatio Caine?”
“You know him?” she asked, puzzled.
Timothy smiled and shook his head. “Yeah we’ve met.”
“Well I’m glad, because it was his information that got them to drop that stupid lawsuit.” Alexx leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “You don’t have anything scheduled, and you’re off for the weekend. Go relax.”
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and stood up. “Thank you for believing in me.”
~ Regency Hotel ~
Timothy looked down at the card in his hand. He took a deep breath and dialed.
‘How may I help you?’
“I… I’ve never done this before.” He closed his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest.
‘It’s okay.’ The voice was warm and inviting. ‘We all have needs. What are you looking for?’
“Someone tall, older, red hair…” Tim whispered.
‘I’ve got the perfect person for you. Where do you want me to send him?’
“Regency Hotel, Room 897.”
‘He’ll be there in an hour.’
Tim hung up the phone and stared at it, before checking to make sure he had dialed the right number, because with his luck he would have actually got the escort service. After checking and triple checking, he tossed the phone onto the dresser and poured himself a drink.
He really wasn’t sure what the future held for them, but he knew that he had been happiest sleeping in Horatio’s arms. He fixed a second drink to steady his nerves when a knock startled him. He glanced at his watch; it had only been thirty minutes. He set the drink down and opened the door.
Horatio was leaning up against the door, wearing a dark suit, his badge and gun in plain view. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Timothy opened the door. “I’m Dr. Timothy Speedle.”
“Lieutenant Horatio Caine,” he answered as he walked in.
“How does this work?” Tim asked as he handed Horatio a drink.
“How about dinner, and then we’ll go from there.” Horatio sipped his drink.
“Do you roleplay?” Timothy looked up at him with a sly smile on his face.
Horatio set the drink down and pulled him into his arms. “I don’t have to pretend to love you.” He bent his head and took Tim’s mouth into a deep kiss. Dinner was soon forgotten, as the two men became lost in each other. Horatio soon learned that Tim purred when he tickled the dragon’s tail.
~ Months Later ~
Tim grabbed the phone as he walked into the kitchen. “May I help you?”
‘I’m not sure if I’m doing this right…’
The brunette rolled his eyes. “You got the wrong number.” He clicked the phone off and tossed it onto the counter. “You so need to change your number.”
Horatio grinned as he set dinner on the table. “It brought you to me.”
Tim gave him a deep kiss. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Horatio answered.