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numb3rsflashficTitle: Momentous
Pairing/Characters: Don/Colby
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash
Word Count: 1290 words
Spoilers: Through 4.11 Breaking Point.
Summary: Don comes to a big decision.
Notes/Warning: Part of the Two Men Series; follows Made of Glass.
Written: September 13, 2008
“Hey, listen,” Don said, as he dumped the wash water into the sink and rinsed out the dishpan, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh oh. Should I be worried?” Colby grinned at Don.
Don tried to grin back, but he was pretty sure it came out a bit sickly. He slipped the dishtowel from Colby’s grasp, gave his hands a cursory swipe, then tossed it into the dish drainer. “Maybe we should sit down.”
“Uh oh,” Colby said, going almost as pale as he’d been after he’d gotten shot, “I should be worried.”
“No, no,” Don quickly assured him. “I just think we’d be more comfortable not standing here in the middle of the kitchen for this.” Don leaned in and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Colby’s lips. “Come on, it’s not bad, I promise, just . . . big. Momentous.”
Don led Colby into the living room and got him settled on the couch, pillows behind his back, pillow under his feet, water glass close to hand.
“Don, man, stop, you’re freaking me out.”
Don ran his hand through his hair as he stood beside the couch looking down at Colby. “Yeah, okay, sorry.”
Colby pulled his feet back. “Sit.”
Don picked up the pillow and sat, drew Colby’s feet into his lap and absently started rubbing them to have something to do with his hands. He’d been thinking about this since long before Colby got shot, maybe since the day he’d first told Colby that he loved him, but it hadn’t been until he’d brought Colby to his apartment for his recovery following being shot that Don began to seriously think about it.
He’d hated having to turn down his father’s invitations to stop over, or not being able to take Colby with him when he did, but having Colby in his apartment and having to wonder if they could make the lie of why Don was taking care of Colby believable if his brother or father happened to drop in had made Don realize that he didn’t want to lie anymore. At least, not to them.
Finally Colby said, “Spill.” When Don didn’t answer right away, Colby went on, “Look, Don, if you want to break up with me . . . .”
“What? No. Jesus, where did you get that idea?” Then Don had an even more horrifying thought. “Do you want to break up with me?”
“No! You’re the one who’s been thinking and needs to sit down and who clearly doesn’t want to talk about whatever it is you want to talk about!”
“No, geeze, Colby.” Don slid off the couch, carefully lowered Colby’s feet to the cushion, then knee-walked to the other end of the couch. “I’m sorry I worried you.” Don cupped Colby’s face, then drew him closer as he leaned in, until finally their lips brushed. “I love you.” Colby made a little sound at that and Don kissed him again. “I love you, Colby, and I want to tell my dad about us.”
Colby pulled back and stared at Don. “You want to what?”
Don reached for Colby’s hand and took a deep breath. “Tell my dad about us.”
“Your dad doesn’t even know you’re gay.”
“I know.”
“How exactly do you plan on breaking this to him?”
“I haven’t quite figured that part out. I was hoping you could help me. I just . . . I don’t want to hide us from my family anymore.”
Colby nodded, but he didn’t say anything. He swallowed hard, and Don watched his eyes go all shiny.
“Okay, you know what, it was a bad idea, we don’t have to tell him, I just thought . . . .”
Colby slapped Don’s arm, hard, shutting him up. “I thought you were breaking up with me, you ass!” He ruined the moment by sniffling.
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” He sniffed again. “I’m blaming this on the meds, and if you tell anyone I’ll have to . . . I don’t know what, but I’ll think of something really horrible.”
“Okay,” Don agreed. “So . . . is that a yes?”
Colby squeezed Don’s hand. “Of course it’s a yes, you idiot. I love you, too.”
Don had never been more happy to be called an idiot. He pulled Colby into another kiss, one that was neither quick nor chaste. When they pulled apart, they were both breathless.
Colby gave Don a hopeful look and said, “This sort of occasion calls for celebratory sex.”
Don chuckled. “You’re not supposed to exert yourself.”
“I could maybe exert myself a little bit,” Colby wheedled, holding up his hand, thumb and forefinger nearly touching. “A teensy bit?”
Don was feeling it too, which made it difficult to turn Colby down. “Maybe you should just sit there like a good little boy and not exert yourself at all.” Before Colby could argue his case, Don covered Colby’s groin with his hand. “Let me do all the work.”
Colby’s grin was radiant. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.” Colby leaned back, folded his arms behind his head. “Take your time, love slave.”
Don smirked. “Your wish is my command.” And then he set about doing just that.
He stroked his palm over Colby through the denim until he felt Colby’s cock start to swell in response. Watched as Colby spread his legs so Don could access his balls, saw the way Colby’s eyes darkened and his skin flushed, heard the change in his breathing and the little moans he couldn’t hold back as Don played with him.
Only then did Don unfasten Colby’s jeans and slide them down his thighs. He pulled Colby’s cock and balls out the opening of his boxers and played with him some more, watched his cock fill and the head go red, saw the drop of pre-come ooze from the slit, smelt the scent of musky sex as Colby became even more aroused.
Don pulled the boxers down, let Colby’s dick slap against his belly, leaving a trail of pre-come. He lapped at Colby, across the tip, up and down the length, around his balls, then took the head into his mouth and suckled. He moved up and down the length, taking more in each time, working his tongue against the underside and the spot that made Colby groan and fight not to thrust into Don’s mouth. He merely smiled to himself when Colby tried to withdraw his instruction for Don to take his time, even when Colby started to beg between the whimpers.
Don drew it out as long as he could, but it had been a while since they’d done this, and neither of them was used to going without for more than a couple days since they’d started seeing each other. Don sucked hard as he fondled Colby’s balls, and when Colby’s dick went even more rigid, and then started to pulse, Don sucked even harder, and kept sucking as Colby cried out his name and pulled on his hair and thrust up just once into his mouth as he came and came, and then collapsed onto the couch, spent.
“Holy Christ, holy Christ,” Colby panted.
Don licked him clean, then pulled off. Colby was flushed and damp with sweat. “You okay?”
Colby opened one eye. “That? Is the most stupid question I’ve heard all day.”
Don chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Colby reached for Don. “What about you?”
“I’m good,” Don said.
“You didn’t . . . ?”
“Oh, I did,” Don said, and waited for Colby to realize that the denim he had his palm pressed against was damp. When his eyes when wide with the discovery, Don shrugged. “What can I say, I like taking care of you.”
“Oh. Well. That’s really hot. And kinda sweet. Come here.”
Don went, and this time the kiss wasn’t chaste or passionate, but it was full of love.
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Colby
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash
Word Count: 1290 words
Spoilers: Through 4.11 Breaking Point.
Summary: Don comes to a big decision.
Notes/Warning: Part of the Two Men Series; follows Made of Glass.
Written: September 13, 2008
“Hey, listen,” Don said, as he dumped the wash water into the sink and rinsed out the dishpan, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh oh. Should I be worried?” Colby grinned at Don.
Don tried to grin back, but he was pretty sure it came out a bit sickly. He slipped the dishtowel from Colby’s grasp, gave his hands a cursory swipe, then tossed it into the dish drainer. “Maybe we should sit down.”
“Uh oh,” Colby said, going almost as pale as he’d been after he’d gotten shot, “I should be worried.”
“No, no,” Don quickly assured him. “I just think we’d be more comfortable not standing here in the middle of the kitchen for this.” Don leaned in and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Colby’s lips. “Come on, it’s not bad, I promise, just . . . big. Momentous.”
Don led Colby into the living room and got him settled on the couch, pillows behind his back, pillow under his feet, water glass close to hand.
“Don, man, stop, you’re freaking me out.”
Don ran his hand through his hair as he stood beside the couch looking down at Colby. “Yeah, okay, sorry.”
Colby pulled his feet back. “Sit.”
Don picked up the pillow and sat, drew Colby’s feet into his lap and absently started rubbing them to have something to do with his hands. He’d been thinking about this since long before Colby got shot, maybe since the day he’d first told Colby that he loved him, but it hadn’t been until he’d brought Colby to his apartment for his recovery following being shot that Don began to seriously think about it.
He’d hated having to turn down his father’s invitations to stop over, or not being able to take Colby with him when he did, but having Colby in his apartment and having to wonder if they could make the lie of why Don was taking care of Colby believable if his brother or father happened to drop in had made Don realize that he didn’t want to lie anymore. At least, not to them.
Finally Colby said, “Spill.” When Don didn’t answer right away, Colby went on, “Look, Don, if you want to break up with me . . . .”
“What? No. Jesus, where did you get that idea?” Then Don had an even more horrifying thought. “Do you want to break up with me?”
“No! You’re the one who’s been thinking and needs to sit down and who clearly doesn’t want to talk about whatever it is you want to talk about!”
“No, geeze, Colby.” Don slid off the couch, carefully lowered Colby’s feet to the cushion, then knee-walked to the other end of the couch. “I’m sorry I worried you.” Don cupped Colby’s face, then drew him closer as he leaned in, until finally their lips brushed. “I love you.” Colby made a little sound at that and Don kissed him again. “I love you, Colby, and I want to tell my dad about us.”
Colby pulled back and stared at Don. “You want to what?”
Don reached for Colby’s hand and took a deep breath. “Tell my dad about us.”
“Your dad doesn’t even know you’re gay.”
“I know.”
“How exactly do you plan on breaking this to him?”
“I haven’t quite figured that part out. I was hoping you could help me. I just . . . I don’t want to hide us from my family anymore.”
Colby nodded, but he didn’t say anything. He swallowed hard, and Don watched his eyes go all shiny.
“Okay, you know what, it was a bad idea, we don’t have to tell him, I just thought . . . .”
Colby slapped Don’s arm, hard, shutting him up. “I thought you were breaking up with me, you ass!” He ruined the moment by sniffling.
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” He sniffed again. “I’m blaming this on the meds, and if you tell anyone I’ll have to . . . I don’t know what, but I’ll think of something really horrible.”
“Okay,” Don agreed. “So . . . is that a yes?”
Colby squeezed Don’s hand. “Of course it’s a yes, you idiot. I love you, too.”
Don had never been more happy to be called an idiot. He pulled Colby into another kiss, one that was neither quick nor chaste. When they pulled apart, they were both breathless.
Colby gave Don a hopeful look and said, “This sort of occasion calls for celebratory sex.”
Don chuckled. “You’re not supposed to exert yourself.”
“I could maybe exert myself a little bit,” Colby wheedled, holding up his hand, thumb and forefinger nearly touching. “A teensy bit?”
Don was feeling it too, which made it difficult to turn Colby down. “Maybe you should just sit there like a good little boy and not exert yourself at all.” Before Colby could argue his case, Don covered Colby’s groin with his hand. “Let me do all the work.”
Colby’s grin was radiant. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.” Colby leaned back, folded his arms behind his head. “Take your time, love slave.”
Don smirked. “Your wish is my command.” And then he set about doing just that.
He stroked his palm over Colby through the denim until he felt Colby’s cock start to swell in response. Watched as Colby spread his legs so Don could access his balls, saw the way Colby’s eyes darkened and his skin flushed, heard the change in his breathing and the little moans he couldn’t hold back as Don played with him.
Only then did Don unfasten Colby’s jeans and slide them down his thighs. He pulled Colby’s cock and balls out the opening of his boxers and played with him some more, watched his cock fill and the head go red, saw the drop of pre-come ooze from the slit, smelt the scent of musky sex as Colby became even more aroused.
Don pulled the boxers down, let Colby’s dick slap against his belly, leaving a trail of pre-come. He lapped at Colby, across the tip, up and down the length, around his balls, then took the head into his mouth and suckled. He moved up and down the length, taking more in each time, working his tongue against the underside and the spot that made Colby groan and fight not to thrust into Don’s mouth. He merely smiled to himself when Colby tried to withdraw his instruction for Don to take his time, even when Colby started to beg between the whimpers.
Don drew it out as long as he could, but it had been a while since they’d done this, and neither of them was used to going without for more than a couple days since they’d started seeing each other. Don sucked hard as he fondled Colby’s balls, and when Colby’s dick went even more rigid, and then started to pulse, Don sucked even harder, and kept sucking as Colby cried out his name and pulled on his hair and thrust up just once into his mouth as he came and came, and then collapsed onto the couch, spent.
“Holy Christ, holy Christ,” Colby panted.
Don licked him clean, then pulled off. Colby was flushed and damp with sweat. “You okay?”
Colby opened one eye. “That? Is the most stupid question I’ve heard all day.”
Don chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Colby reached for Don. “What about you?”
“I’m good,” Don said.
“You didn’t . . . ?”
“Oh, I did,” Don said, and waited for Colby to realize that the denim he had his palm pressed against was damp. When his eyes when wide with the discovery, Don shrugged. “What can I say, I like taking care of you.”
“Oh. Well. That’s really hot. And kinda sweet. Come here.”
Don went, and this time the kiss wasn’t chaste or passionate, but it was full of love.
The End
