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numb3rsflashficTitle: Unexpected Visitor
Pairing/Characters: David/Colby
Rating/Category: R
Word Count: 3008 words
Spoilers: Nothing, really.
Summary: Colby has an unexpected visitor.
Notes/Warning: None.
Written: May 13, 2009
“I’ll get it,” Colby said when the doorbell rang.
They were freshly out of the shower after a pick up game of basketball at the park near Colby’s apartment. Beads of water still dripped from Colby’s hair onto his shoulders. They’d called for takeout before climbing into the shower, but if it was here already, they’d taken longer in the shower than he’d thought.
It was all David’s fault, though, for suggesting that they shower together to ‘save time’, and then looking so damned fine with rivulets of water slicking up his beautiful dark skin. Colby could hardly be blamed for licking a path down David’s chest and belly as he sank to his knees to take David into his mouth.
“I’ll be right out,” David said as Colby scrambled into a pair of sweat pants, and then grabbed his wallet off the dresser. David sat on the bed in a pair of white boxer briefs, strapping on his watch, looking all too delectable, in Colby’s opinion.
“Okay.” Colby dropped a quick kiss to the top of David’s shaved head -- just because he could -- then headed out to pay for the food.
Before he’d gotten very far, David grabbed Colby’s hand as he stood up, and dragged Colby back hard enough that their bare chests bumped, and then kissed him. It was wet and messy and had Colby swelling inside his cotton sweats, and the only reason he didn’t push David back onto the mattress and have his way with him (again) was the impatient ring of the doorbell.
“Food,” Colby said, breathless, as David allowed him to pull away. “Get dressed.”
David patted Colby’s ass and smirked. “Thought you liked me like this.”
Colby looked David over as he reluctantly backed out of the room. The only thing better than David in a pair of form fitting boxer briefs, was David wearing nothing. “Oh, I do,” he said, then hurried to the door before the bell rang a third time. Or before he could be tempted again.
“Sorry about that,” Colby said as he pulled the door open, and then he stopped dead, muscles frozen as his brain continued to move at warp speed. His growing erection immediately went flaccid.
“Mom?”
Grinning happily, Catherine Granger threw her arms around Colby. “Surprise!”
“Mom,” Colby said again, struck dumb to any other word, apparently, and then with more emotion, “Mom!”
Colby gathered her in his arms and returned her hug, squeezing her until she laughed and squirmed out of his hold. He stepped back and let her into his apartment, noting the lack of luggage. “Mom, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve always wanted to see LA,” Catherine said as she looked around Colby’s living room.
At Colby’s raised eyebrows she laughed, a husky sound that reminded Colby of home. She gently gripped Colby’s jaw and gave his head a little shake. “Truth is, I missed my baby.”
Colby rolled his eyes. No matter how old he got, or how much he protested the nickname, he’d always be her baby. Colby knew this because she told him so every time he complained about being called the baby.
“But clearly you were expecting someone else,” Catherine said, her eyes dropping to the wallet in Colby’s hand.
“Takeout,” Colby said, and waited for the tirade about eating healthy and taking care of himself.
It never came. Instead, David walked into the living room, tangled up in a t-shirt. “Granger, I think this is your t-shirt. Any idea where I left . . .” David’s head appeared from the t-shirt and he saw Colby standing there with his mother. “. . . mine? Uh . . . hi.”
Catherine’s eyes went wide as she took in David, jeans unbuttoned, feet bare, skin still damp from the shower. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”
Colby and David both fell over themselves assuring her that she wasn’t, until Colby caught the mischievous glint in her eyes.
Snatching up David’s t-shirt from the chair where it had ended up the night before in their hurry to get each other naked, Colby threw it at him.
“Thanks,” David said, tossing Colby’s to him with less finesse than usual. With a polite, “Excuse me,” David disappeared back into the bedroom.
The coward, Colby thought uncharitably as he drew the cotton from his face. Grateful for the momentary distraction, Colby pulled the t-shirt on, then reluctantly turned to face his mother. Who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Mom,” Colby warned.
“He’s cute,” Catherine said, totally ignoring the warning. “Though I’m a little disappointed that you’ve been keeping secrets from your mother, dear.”
“Mom . . . .” This one was more resigned.
The doorbell rang. Colby sent up a silent prayer of thanks, and went to answer it, ignoring his mother’s soft, “Saved by the bell.”
It wasn’t until Colby closed the door behind the delivery boy and turned back with the bag of food that David exited the bedroom. He was fully dressed, t-shirt neatly tucked in, shoes on his feet.
“Maybe I should go,” David said, carefully not meeting Colby’s eyes.
Colby opened his mouth to insist that David remain -- aside from the fact that this was their first weekend off in a month, Colby figured he might need back up – but before he could get the words out, his mother spoke.
“Oh, no, please! I should be the one to leave. I’m interrupting your meal, and whatever plans you had for the afternoon.” There was a pregnant pause that had Colby wishing he could duck for cover. “Unless, of course, you weren’t planning on staying. I mean, if this was just a one night stand and this is just some morning after ritual . . . .”
Colby wondered why the floor didn’t open up and swallow you when you needed it to. “Mom,” he grated out, but it did no good. She just stared expectantly at him until Colby broke.
He sighed heavily. “It’s not.”
His mother beamed, there was no other word for it. “Then there’s no need for your friend to leave.”
Colby didn’t miss the emphasis on ‘friend’, a subtle hint that he should introduce them. “Um, Mom, this is David Sinclair. David, my mom, Catherine Granger.”
“David.” Catherine held out both hands and David obediently placed his hand in hers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am. Colby talks about you all the time.”
“Really? Because he hasn’t said a single word about you. At least, not this side of you.” She shot Colby a glare, then turned back to David with a smile. “And please, call me Catherine. Or mom.”
“Mom!”
Catherine released David’s hand and turned her attention to Colby. “Now tell me, dear, you two aren’t going to get into trouble because you work together, are you?”
“Mom.” Colby felt a little bit like a broken record (and 12), but his brain wouldn’t stop whirring long enough to send actual thoughts to his tongue.
Catherine held up a hand to silence Colby’s protest. “I just want you to be careful.”
Colby chuckled dryly. “You’re worried that I’ll get in trouble at work because David and I are on the same team.”
“Of course. Plus, you hear all those horror stories about homophobes in law enforcement.”
Colby could only stand there blinking at his mother. He wasn’t sure which was more shocking, the fact that she didn’t act surprised to discover he was seeing a guy, or hearing her say ‘homophobes’. Finally he found his voice. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned with the fact that, oh, I don’t know, David’s a guy?”
“Oh, honey.” Catherine looked like she was struggling to keep a straight (no pun intended) face. She failed.
Colby ground his teeth while his mother laughed. And laughed. And just when it looked like she was going to stop, she burst out again.
David reached for the bag of food. “You know, maybe I should just . . . .”
Colby grabbed David’s hand and held on to it like a lifeline. “You are not leaving me alone with her.”
Which only set his mother off again. When she finally collected herself, Catherine said, “Sweetheart.” She pressed her hand to Colby’s cheek, gazed up at him with eyes that shone with love. “I’ve known that you like boys ever since the day you and Tony Mason spent some time in your grandfather’s barn.”
Colby felt the blood drain out of his face. “You saw us?”
“Oh, no, no! But I saw your face after, and I’d never seen you looking so happy.”
“Oh, geeze.” Colby didn’t think this day could get any worse.
“Sort of like you looked just now. Before you went all pale, of course.”
David actually had the nerve to chuckle. Colby’s glare had no affect on the chuckle, but it did get him a half-hearted apology. “Sorry,” David said, “relief.”
Colby knew how that felt, the utter relief when the adrenaline still flowing through your veins had no other outlet, but he was still a little bit in shock.
David suddenly stopped chuckling. “Hey, Colby.” David patted his face. “You’re not gonna pas out are you?”
“Oh, dear,” Catherine said. “This is all my fault. Here, let me take this.”
Colby didn’t protest as she eased the takeout bag from slack fingers. He heard her move into the kitchen and begin unpacking the food.
“Colby?”
David pulled Colby into his arms, and Colby deflated like a pricked balloon. “Jesus, David. That was the hardest conversation I never had.”
David chuckled. “Tell me about it. I about had a heart attack when I saw her standing there.”
Remembering David’s deer in the headlights expression, Colby chuckled, too. He took a deep breath and stepped back. David let him go, but kept one hand on his arm. They just looked at each other.
Colby wasn’t sure what his mom saw when she came out of the kitchen, but her hand went to her throat and she looked like she might cry.
Colby shook his head. “Mom.”
“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart.”
Colby groaned. “Mom.”
She went on briskly. “I’ve set the food out. I found plates and silverware.” She stretched up and gave Colby a kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to get going.”
Colby said, “No, Mom,” at the same time David said, “Mrs. Granger,” but Catherine rode over them. “No, I wanted to surprise you, but I should have called. You already had plans, and I interrupted . . . .”
“Mom,” Colby said, “I’m not sure what you think we were gonna be doing . . .” (Catherine had the grace to blush, and Colby tried damned hard not to think about the things he’d been thinking about doing to David when the doorbell rang) “. . . but we were just gonna find a game and fall asleep in front of the television.”
“I’ll get the food,” David said, giving Colby a little push towards his mother, and coincidentally towards the couch, “you two sit down and talk. Go, sit, talk.”
Colby drew his unprotesting mother over to the couch, and they both sat. He could hear David bustling about the kitchen.
As if she could read his mind, Catherine said, “He seems nice.”
Colby cheeks got hot and he cursed his fair skin. “He is.”
Catherine held Colby’s hand, smiled at him. “You look happy.”
“I am, Mom.”
“I’m glad.”
David carried a tray in and set it on the coffee table. There were three sets of plates, knives and forks; a stack of napkins; the takeout containers; and two bottles of beer.
“Oh, no,” Catherine started.
“There’s plenty,” David said. “Colby can never decide what he wants, so he orders enough to feed an army.”
“He always did have a healthy appetite.”
“Mom.”
“I didn’t know what you’d want to drink,” David said, being all Mr. Polite.
“Beer is fine,” Catherine said, picking up one of the bottles and taking a sip.
David chuckled, as she’d intended. “Beer it is.”
David returned to the kitchen for another bottle, and Colby picked up the remote and thumbed on the television as Catherine set out the plates.
“You didn’t bring any luggage up,” Colby said, as he handed his mother one of the cardboard containers.
“I’m staying at a motel not far from here,” Catherine said. “I stopped there first to drop off my suitcases and freshen up.”
“Mom, that’s not necessary.”
“Yes, it is,” Catherine said. “I’m going to be here for a week, and I don’t want to be underfoot. And don’t worry about me,” she said, interrupting Colby’s protest, “I’ve got a list of things I want to do to keep me busy. I just hope you’ll have time for lunch or dinner a couple days while I’m here.”
“Mom, of course,” Colby said, forking food onto his own plate. “Everyday, caseload permitting. Maybe I can get a day off. You should have told me you were coming.”
“I didn’t want to be a pain.”
“Mom, you’re not a pain.” Colby set down the takeout container and drew his mother into a hug. “I love you, and I’ve missed you, too.”
“Oh, Colby, I love you, too, baby.”
“Mom,” Colby complained, just as David appeared in the kitchen doorway. He winked at Colby, then said, “So, Colby’s the baby of the family, huh?” as he settled onto the couch on the other side of Colby’s mother.
An hour (and too many stories of Colby’s childhood for Colby’s comfort) later, David cleared away the detritus of their meal. He refused their help, and told Colby to just sit and talk to his mom. When David returned to the living room, both Catherine and Colby were nearly dozing in front of the television.
“Nap time?” David said.
Colby pushed himself up so he was sitting straight. “Yeah, man, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it sounds like a good idea.”
“It does; I’m going to head back to my motel.”
“No, Mom . . . .”
“We’ll all be more comfortable that way,” she said, patting Colby’s knee. “And I mean physically, not . . . .” She made a vague gesture with her hand.
“Yeah, I get that.”
“Maybe we can get together for dinner.”
“Yeah, of c—, oh, wait,” Colby said.
“Oh, yeah, Charlie’s picnic.”
“You have plans; I don’t want to intrude.”
“It’s not an intrusion,” David said. “Charlie and Alan are like our extended family, and they’d never forgive us if they found out you were in town and we didn’t bring you over and introduce you. But if it makes you feel better, you can go as my date.”
“Wait,” Colby said, grateful for David’s intercession and playing along, “who’s gonna be my date?”
David shrugged. “You snooze, you lose, man.”
Colby pretend glared at David. “Don’t mack on my mom, man.”
David reached out and patted Colby’s head. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re still my favorite.”
“Those are fighting words.”
“And on that note,” Catherine said, standing up and moving out from between them. “I need to call a taxi.”
“I can drive you.”
“And have you fall asleep on the way home? I think not. A taxi will be fine.”
“I got it,” David said. He pulled out his cell and speed dialed his favorite taxi service.
Colby stood up and moved over to his mother. “Listen, Mom, about tonight.”
“I know, dear, you’re on the down low. I won’t say a word.”
Colby groaned. “Mom, please, don’t ever say that again.”
Catherine’s eyes sparkled, and Colby knew she’d said that just to get a reaction out of him. “That story about you feeding the calf, though, that’s fair game.”
Colby groaned again, just as she’d meant him to. She chuckled and pulled him into a hug. When she drew back, her eyes had turned serious. “I just wish you could tell everyone how happy you are.”
Colby nodded. “Me, too.”
“He’s worth it? Having to keep it secret?”
Colby looked over at David, sitting on the arm of the couch, calling a taxi for Colby’s mother. “Yeah, Mom, he’s worth it.”
David closed his phone, smiled when he caught Colby looking at him. “Taxi’ll be here in five.”
“Thank you, David.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs—, Catherine,” David quickly amended at her mock glare.
“Okay,” Catherine said, “my motel information.” She gave Colby the name of her motel, the phone number, and her room number. “Now, what time will you be picking me up . . . David?” She nudged Colby with a sharp elbow. “He is my date, after all.”
David chuckled.
“We’ll pick you up at six,” Colby answered.
Catherine checked her watch. “That will give me time for a lovely nap. The flight was exhausting. As was finding out you’d been keeping secrets. Now, I’ve got to run, don’t want to keep the taxi waiting.”
Colby walked her to the door, gave her one more hug before she left. Just before the door shut behind her, Catherine said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, boys.”
Colby rolled his eyes. “Mom!”
When he turned back, David still sat on the arm of the sofa. One shoulder leaned against the back, his legs were spread invitingly.
Despite the fact that his mother had just left the apartment, Colby felt himself grow hard.
“Uh uh,” David said, shaking his head and one finger at Colby, “your mother said we couldn’t.”
“That’s not exactly what she said,” Colby drawled. He stepped between David’s legs, gave him a shove that toppled him back onto the couch, and followed him down.
Despite the hands on Colby’s ass, David tried again. “Thought we were taking a nap.”
Colby got one hand between them, and David moaned as Colby palmed his dick through the denim. He shrugged, managed a nonchalant, “Your choice.”
“Naps are so overrated,” David said.
Colby agreed.
Later, when Colby’s mother saw the hickey on Colby’s neck and gave them both a knowing look, David just chuckled. “White boys,” he said as he eased the car into traffic, “their skin don’t hide nothing.”
“Jesus, David,” Colby said, but his mother just laughed.
“I know,” Catherine said. “Gerald Barnes gave Colby a hickey once . . . .”
“Mom!”
The End
Pairing/Characters: David/Colby
Rating/Category: R
Word Count: 3008 words
Spoilers: Nothing, really.
Summary: Colby has an unexpected visitor.
Notes/Warning: None.
Written: May 13, 2009
“I’ll get it,” Colby said when the doorbell rang.
They were freshly out of the shower after a pick up game of basketball at the park near Colby’s apartment. Beads of water still dripped from Colby’s hair onto his shoulders. They’d called for takeout before climbing into the shower, but if it was here already, they’d taken longer in the shower than he’d thought.
It was all David’s fault, though, for suggesting that they shower together to ‘save time’, and then looking so damned fine with rivulets of water slicking up his beautiful dark skin. Colby could hardly be blamed for licking a path down David’s chest and belly as he sank to his knees to take David into his mouth.
“I’ll be right out,” David said as Colby scrambled into a pair of sweat pants, and then grabbed his wallet off the dresser. David sat on the bed in a pair of white boxer briefs, strapping on his watch, looking all too delectable, in Colby’s opinion.
“Okay.” Colby dropped a quick kiss to the top of David’s shaved head -- just because he could -- then headed out to pay for the food.
Before he’d gotten very far, David grabbed Colby’s hand as he stood up, and dragged Colby back hard enough that their bare chests bumped, and then kissed him. It was wet and messy and had Colby swelling inside his cotton sweats, and the only reason he didn’t push David back onto the mattress and have his way with him (again) was the impatient ring of the doorbell.
“Food,” Colby said, breathless, as David allowed him to pull away. “Get dressed.”
David patted Colby’s ass and smirked. “Thought you liked me like this.”
Colby looked David over as he reluctantly backed out of the room. The only thing better than David in a pair of form fitting boxer briefs, was David wearing nothing. “Oh, I do,” he said, then hurried to the door before the bell rang a third time. Or before he could be tempted again.
“Sorry about that,” Colby said as he pulled the door open, and then he stopped dead, muscles frozen as his brain continued to move at warp speed. His growing erection immediately went flaccid.
“Mom?”
Grinning happily, Catherine Granger threw her arms around Colby. “Surprise!”
“Mom,” Colby said again, struck dumb to any other word, apparently, and then with more emotion, “Mom!”
Colby gathered her in his arms and returned her hug, squeezing her until she laughed and squirmed out of his hold. He stepped back and let her into his apartment, noting the lack of luggage. “Mom, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve always wanted to see LA,” Catherine said as she looked around Colby’s living room.
At Colby’s raised eyebrows she laughed, a husky sound that reminded Colby of home. She gently gripped Colby’s jaw and gave his head a little shake. “Truth is, I missed my baby.”
Colby rolled his eyes. No matter how old he got, or how much he protested the nickname, he’d always be her baby. Colby knew this because she told him so every time he complained about being called the baby.
“But clearly you were expecting someone else,” Catherine said, her eyes dropping to the wallet in Colby’s hand.
“Takeout,” Colby said, and waited for the tirade about eating healthy and taking care of himself.
It never came. Instead, David walked into the living room, tangled up in a t-shirt. “Granger, I think this is your t-shirt. Any idea where I left . . .” David’s head appeared from the t-shirt and he saw Colby standing there with his mother. “. . . mine? Uh . . . hi.”
Catherine’s eyes went wide as she took in David, jeans unbuttoned, feet bare, skin still damp from the shower. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”
Colby and David both fell over themselves assuring her that she wasn’t, until Colby caught the mischievous glint in her eyes.
Snatching up David’s t-shirt from the chair where it had ended up the night before in their hurry to get each other naked, Colby threw it at him.
“Thanks,” David said, tossing Colby’s to him with less finesse than usual. With a polite, “Excuse me,” David disappeared back into the bedroom.
The coward, Colby thought uncharitably as he drew the cotton from his face. Grateful for the momentary distraction, Colby pulled the t-shirt on, then reluctantly turned to face his mother. Who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Mom,” Colby warned.
“He’s cute,” Catherine said, totally ignoring the warning. “Though I’m a little disappointed that you’ve been keeping secrets from your mother, dear.”
“Mom . . . .” This one was more resigned.
The doorbell rang. Colby sent up a silent prayer of thanks, and went to answer it, ignoring his mother’s soft, “Saved by the bell.”
It wasn’t until Colby closed the door behind the delivery boy and turned back with the bag of food that David exited the bedroom. He was fully dressed, t-shirt neatly tucked in, shoes on his feet.
“Maybe I should go,” David said, carefully not meeting Colby’s eyes.
Colby opened his mouth to insist that David remain -- aside from the fact that this was their first weekend off in a month, Colby figured he might need back up – but before he could get the words out, his mother spoke.
“Oh, no, please! I should be the one to leave. I’m interrupting your meal, and whatever plans you had for the afternoon.” There was a pregnant pause that had Colby wishing he could duck for cover. “Unless, of course, you weren’t planning on staying. I mean, if this was just a one night stand and this is just some morning after ritual . . . .”
Colby wondered why the floor didn’t open up and swallow you when you needed it to. “Mom,” he grated out, but it did no good. She just stared expectantly at him until Colby broke.
He sighed heavily. “It’s not.”
His mother beamed, there was no other word for it. “Then there’s no need for your friend to leave.”
Colby didn’t miss the emphasis on ‘friend’, a subtle hint that he should introduce them. “Um, Mom, this is David Sinclair. David, my mom, Catherine Granger.”
“David.” Catherine held out both hands and David obediently placed his hand in hers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am. Colby talks about you all the time.”
“Really? Because he hasn’t said a single word about you. At least, not this side of you.” She shot Colby a glare, then turned back to David with a smile. “And please, call me Catherine. Or mom.”
“Mom!”
Catherine released David’s hand and turned her attention to Colby. “Now tell me, dear, you two aren’t going to get into trouble because you work together, are you?”
“Mom.” Colby felt a little bit like a broken record (and 12), but his brain wouldn’t stop whirring long enough to send actual thoughts to his tongue.
Catherine held up a hand to silence Colby’s protest. “I just want you to be careful.”
Colby chuckled dryly. “You’re worried that I’ll get in trouble at work because David and I are on the same team.”
“Of course. Plus, you hear all those horror stories about homophobes in law enforcement.”
Colby could only stand there blinking at his mother. He wasn’t sure which was more shocking, the fact that she didn’t act surprised to discover he was seeing a guy, or hearing her say ‘homophobes’. Finally he found his voice. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned with the fact that, oh, I don’t know, David’s a guy?”
“Oh, honey.” Catherine looked like she was struggling to keep a straight (no pun intended) face. She failed.
Colby ground his teeth while his mother laughed. And laughed. And just when it looked like she was going to stop, she burst out again.
David reached for the bag of food. “You know, maybe I should just . . . .”
Colby grabbed David’s hand and held on to it like a lifeline. “You are not leaving me alone with her.”
Which only set his mother off again. When she finally collected herself, Catherine said, “Sweetheart.” She pressed her hand to Colby’s cheek, gazed up at him with eyes that shone with love. “I’ve known that you like boys ever since the day you and Tony Mason spent some time in your grandfather’s barn.”
Colby felt the blood drain out of his face. “You saw us?”
“Oh, no, no! But I saw your face after, and I’d never seen you looking so happy.”
“Oh, geeze.” Colby didn’t think this day could get any worse.
“Sort of like you looked just now. Before you went all pale, of course.”
David actually had the nerve to chuckle. Colby’s glare had no affect on the chuckle, but it did get him a half-hearted apology. “Sorry,” David said, “relief.”
Colby knew how that felt, the utter relief when the adrenaline still flowing through your veins had no other outlet, but he was still a little bit in shock.
David suddenly stopped chuckling. “Hey, Colby.” David patted his face. “You’re not gonna pas out are you?”
“Oh, dear,” Catherine said. “This is all my fault. Here, let me take this.”
Colby didn’t protest as she eased the takeout bag from slack fingers. He heard her move into the kitchen and begin unpacking the food.
“Colby?”
David pulled Colby into his arms, and Colby deflated like a pricked balloon. “Jesus, David. That was the hardest conversation I never had.”
David chuckled. “Tell me about it. I about had a heart attack when I saw her standing there.”
Remembering David’s deer in the headlights expression, Colby chuckled, too. He took a deep breath and stepped back. David let him go, but kept one hand on his arm. They just looked at each other.
Colby wasn’t sure what his mom saw when she came out of the kitchen, but her hand went to her throat and she looked like she might cry.
Colby shook his head. “Mom.”
“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart.”
Colby groaned. “Mom.”
She went on briskly. “I’ve set the food out. I found plates and silverware.” She stretched up and gave Colby a kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to get going.”
Colby said, “No, Mom,” at the same time David said, “Mrs. Granger,” but Catherine rode over them. “No, I wanted to surprise you, but I should have called. You already had plans, and I interrupted . . . .”
“Mom,” Colby said, “I’m not sure what you think we were gonna be doing . . .” (Catherine had the grace to blush, and Colby tried damned hard not to think about the things he’d been thinking about doing to David when the doorbell rang) “. . . but we were just gonna find a game and fall asleep in front of the television.”
“I’ll get the food,” David said, giving Colby a little push towards his mother, and coincidentally towards the couch, “you two sit down and talk. Go, sit, talk.”
Colby drew his unprotesting mother over to the couch, and they both sat. He could hear David bustling about the kitchen.
As if she could read his mind, Catherine said, “He seems nice.”
Colby cheeks got hot and he cursed his fair skin. “He is.”
Catherine held Colby’s hand, smiled at him. “You look happy.”
“I am, Mom.”
“I’m glad.”
David carried a tray in and set it on the coffee table. There were three sets of plates, knives and forks; a stack of napkins; the takeout containers; and two bottles of beer.
“Oh, no,” Catherine started.
“There’s plenty,” David said. “Colby can never decide what he wants, so he orders enough to feed an army.”
“He always did have a healthy appetite.”
“Mom.”
“I didn’t know what you’d want to drink,” David said, being all Mr. Polite.
“Beer is fine,” Catherine said, picking up one of the bottles and taking a sip.
David chuckled, as she’d intended. “Beer it is.”
David returned to the kitchen for another bottle, and Colby picked up the remote and thumbed on the television as Catherine set out the plates.
“You didn’t bring any luggage up,” Colby said, as he handed his mother one of the cardboard containers.
“I’m staying at a motel not far from here,” Catherine said. “I stopped there first to drop off my suitcases and freshen up.”
“Mom, that’s not necessary.”
“Yes, it is,” Catherine said. “I’m going to be here for a week, and I don’t want to be underfoot. And don’t worry about me,” she said, interrupting Colby’s protest, “I’ve got a list of things I want to do to keep me busy. I just hope you’ll have time for lunch or dinner a couple days while I’m here.”
“Mom, of course,” Colby said, forking food onto his own plate. “Everyday, caseload permitting. Maybe I can get a day off. You should have told me you were coming.”
“I didn’t want to be a pain.”
“Mom, you’re not a pain.” Colby set down the takeout container and drew his mother into a hug. “I love you, and I’ve missed you, too.”
“Oh, Colby, I love you, too, baby.”
“Mom,” Colby complained, just as David appeared in the kitchen doorway. He winked at Colby, then said, “So, Colby’s the baby of the family, huh?” as he settled onto the couch on the other side of Colby’s mother.
An hour (and too many stories of Colby’s childhood for Colby’s comfort) later, David cleared away the detritus of their meal. He refused their help, and told Colby to just sit and talk to his mom. When David returned to the living room, both Catherine and Colby were nearly dozing in front of the television.
“Nap time?” David said.
Colby pushed himself up so he was sitting straight. “Yeah, man, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it sounds like a good idea.”
“It does; I’m going to head back to my motel.”
“No, Mom . . . .”
“We’ll all be more comfortable that way,” she said, patting Colby’s knee. “And I mean physically, not . . . .” She made a vague gesture with her hand.
“Yeah, I get that.”
“Maybe we can get together for dinner.”
“Yeah, of c—, oh, wait,” Colby said.
“Oh, yeah, Charlie’s picnic.”
“You have plans; I don’t want to intrude.”
“It’s not an intrusion,” David said. “Charlie and Alan are like our extended family, and they’d never forgive us if they found out you were in town and we didn’t bring you over and introduce you. But if it makes you feel better, you can go as my date.”
“Wait,” Colby said, grateful for David’s intercession and playing along, “who’s gonna be my date?”
David shrugged. “You snooze, you lose, man.”
Colby pretend glared at David. “Don’t mack on my mom, man.”
David reached out and patted Colby’s head. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re still my favorite.”
“Those are fighting words.”
“And on that note,” Catherine said, standing up and moving out from between them. “I need to call a taxi.”
“I can drive you.”
“And have you fall asleep on the way home? I think not. A taxi will be fine.”
“I got it,” David said. He pulled out his cell and speed dialed his favorite taxi service.
Colby stood up and moved over to his mother. “Listen, Mom, about tonight.”
“I know, dear, you’re on the down low. I won’t say a word.”
Colby groaned. “Mom, please, don’t ever say that again.”
Catherine’s eyes sparkled, and Colby knew she’d said that just to get a reaction out of him. “That story about you feeding the calf, though, that’s fair game.”
Colby groaned again, just as she’d meant him to. She chuckled and pulled him into a hug. When she drew back, her eyes had turned serious. “I just wish you could tell everyone how happy you are.”
Colby nodded. “Me, too.”
“He’s worth it? Having to keep it secret?”
Colby looked over at David, sitting on the arm of the couch, calling a taxi for Colby’s mother. “Yeah, Mom, he’s worth it.”
David closed his phone, smiled when he caught Colby looking at him. “Taxi’ll be here in five.”
“Thank you, David.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs—, Catherine,” David quickly amended at her mock glare.
“Okay,” Catherine said, “my motel information.” She gave Colby the name of her motel, the phone number, and her room number. “Now, what time will you be picking me up . . . David?” She nudged Colby with a sharp elbow. “He is my date, after all.”
David chuckled.
“We’ll pick you up at six,” Colby answered.
Catherine checked her watch. “That will give me time for a lovely nap. The flight was exhausting. As was finding out you’d been keeping secrets. Now, I’ve got to run, don’t want to keep the taxi waiting.”
Colby walked her to the door, gave her one more hug before she left. Just before the door shut behind her, Catherine said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, boys.”
Colby rolled his eyes. “Mom!”
When he turned back, David still sat on the arm of the sofa. One shoulder leaned against the back, his legs were spread invitingly.
Despite the fact that his mother had just left the apartment, Colby felt himself grow hard.
“Uh uh,” David said, shaking his head and one finger at Colby, “your mother said we couldn’t.”
“That’s not exactly what she said,” Colby drawled. He stepped between David’s legs, gave him a shove that toppled him back onto the couch, and followed him down.
Despite the hands on Colby’s ass, David tried again. “Thought we were taking a nap.”
Colby got one hand between them, and David moaned as Colby palmed his dick through the denim. He shrugged, managed a nonchalant, “Your choice.”
“Naps are so overrated,” David said.
Colby agreed.
Later, when Colby’s mother saw the hickey on Colby’s neck and gave them both a knowing look, David just chuckled. “White boys,” he said as he eased the car into traffic, “their skin don’t hide nothing.”
“Jesus, David,” Colby said, but his mother just laughed.
“I know,” Catherine said. “Gerald Barnes gave Colby a hickey once . . . .”
“Mom!”
The End
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Date: 2009-05-13 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 10:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 04:03 am (UTC)The coward, Colby thought uncharitably as he drew the cotton from his face.
hee! So true.
Unless, of course, you weren’t planning on staying. I mean, if this was just a one night stand and this is just some morning after ritual . . . .”
Colby wondered why the floor didn’t open up and swallow you when you needed it to. “Mom,” he grated out, but it did no good. She just stared expectantly at him until Colby broke.
Oh God! Poor Colby.
Colby felt a little bit like a broken record (and 12)Colby ground his teeth while his mother laughed. And laughed. And just when it looked like she was going to stop, she burst out again.
LOL Poor Colby.
“Jesus, David. That was the hardest conversation I never had.”
I love that line. So poignant.
“I know, dear, you’re on the down low. I won’t say a word.”
Colby groaned. “Mom, please, don’t ever say that again.”
::snickers;: Awesome.
“White boys,” he said as he eased the car into traffic, “their skin don’t hide nothing.”
“Jesus, David,” Colby said, but his mother just laughed.
“I know,” Catherine said. “Gerald Barnes gave Colby a hickey once . . . .”
“Mom!”
Love that too! I love how they're comfortable with each other, and David's line rocks!
BTW, did you see I tried to restart the 100 kinks meme?
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Date: 2009-05-14 10:46 am (UTC)(I saw that, but I was in a hurry that day when I checked my f-list, and I'd forgotten to go back, so thanks for reminding me. *g*)
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Date: 2009-05-14 06:37 pm (UTC)I'd forgotten to go back, so thanks for reminding me. *g*)
No worries! I really did think it was an interesting exercise in finding out what appeals to me. So even if nothing comes of it I think it was worth doing.
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Date: 2009-05-14 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:07 pm (UTC)(Mmm, Spike!)
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Date: 2009-05-15 03:13 pm (UTC)Absolutely spectacular, hon, and going straight into my bookmarks! *hugs this fic, and you*
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Date: 2009-05-15 05:59 pm (UTC)Wow, thank you! I'm so pleased that you enjoyed this enough to bookmark it. *bg*
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Date: 2009-05-22 03:01 am (UTC)(I was thinking about her meeting all the Eppes boys at the picnic)
asdfhkjhk If you write that, I will love you FOREVER. *puppy dog eyes* Please?
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Date: 2009-05-22 05:31 pm (UTC)Hee! I think I will write that. I just have no idea when. I'm happy to know that you think it's a fine idea. *g*
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Date: 2009-05-17 06:13 pm (UTC)And this one! This made me SCREAM! Colby has the best mother in all creation (but then someone had to take over Margaret's crown). What an utter delight, with beautifully balanced embarassment, gigglesomeness, and sheer love. (I have an embarassment squick, and this never even came close to setting it off.)
*applauds delightedly*
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Date: 2009-05-17 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 07:39 pm (UTC)