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numb3rsflashficTitle: What I Did On My Summer Vacation
Pairing/Characters: Don/Colby
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash
Word Count: 1780 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Don could get used to this.
Notes/Warning: Schmoop.
Written: July 9, 2009
Don carried his steaming cup of coffee down to the beach. He found a spot that afforded him a good view of the water and sank down onto the sand. It was early enough that the sand and the air were both still cool, and Don was glad that he’d thought to grab his hoodie on the way out of their room.
He uncapped his cup and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip, eyes canning the horizon until they alighted on a familiar figure. It never failed to amaze Don that he could so easily pick Colby out of a crowd, even at this distance. There were a dozen surfers out on the waves, but Don effortlessly recognized Colby’s patience as he paddled the water, waiting for the perfect wave, the smooth glide as Colby rose up onto the board and settled into his stance, and the way his body moved as he rode the wave.
Colby had left Don in their sleep-warmed bed with a soft kiss and a promise to return in an hour, but the bed had seemed too big and empty without Colby in it, and Don had been unable to fall back to sleep. Don had rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve himself and splash cold water on his face. He’d brushed his teeth and pulled on yesterday’s jeans and t-shirt, then slipped into his shoes and stuffed his wallet and the room key into his pocket, remembering at the last moment to snatch his hoodie off the back of the chair where it had ended up the night before.
He’d followed his nose to the foyer, where freshly brewed coffee was on offer, along with muffins and pastries. It was too early for Don to want food, but he definitely needed a cup of coffee. He filled a large styrofoam cup and fixed the coffee to his liking, then covered it and went out onto the back porch and followed the path down to the beach.
The coffee had cooled by the time he swallowed the last sip, and still Don sat on the sand, arms resting on his knees as he watched Colby’s mastery of the waves. Don wasn’t normally one for sitting still, yet he was content to just sit there in the peaceful early morning and watch Colby cut through the water as if he’d been born to it.
When Colby finally paddled in, Don was almost sorry. Colby was all breathless smiles as he picked up his board and jogged up the beach to where Don had risen to his feet and was brushing the sand off his butt.
“Hey,” Colby said, speaking softly and leaning in to give Don a kiss.
“Hey, back,” Don said, slipping his arm around Colby to return the kiss, uncaring that he got wet.
“I thought you were still sleeping. How long were you here?”
“Not long,” Don fibbed, then shrugged and grinned sheepishly when Colby raised his eyebrows at the empty coffee cup.
“I could use a one of those,” Colby said.
“There were muffins and pastries, too,” Don said.
Colby’s stomach growled and they both grinned. “I guess I could use one of those, too. And a shower,” he added.
“Shower sounds good. I’ll do your back, make sure you get all the salt off.”
“Is that all you’re gonna get off?” Colby asked, smirking.
“I don’t know,” Don said, already growing hard at the thought of Colby’s slick skin beneath his hands, “have you been a good boy?”
Colby hesitated. “I don’t know, which answer’ll get me a blow job?”
Don chuckled, then twined his fingers through Colby’s as they walked back up to the B&B. Colby left his board leaning against the porch railing, then they headed to the foyer so Colby could get a cup of coffee and Don could refill his. Colby snagged a pastry and then they went up to their room so Don could peel Colby out of his wetsuit.
In the shower, Don soaped Colby up, sliding his hands over taut muscles, fingers finding and soothing the indentations left by the wetsuit and the red mark from contact with the board. He pressed Colby back under the spray to rinse, and then kissed him, just because he could.
When they separated, Colby’s tongue came out to flick over swollen lips. Don brushed his thumb over Colby’s lips and felt the tug in his balls when Colby licked the pad of his thumb. Don groaned and dragged Colby into another kiss, this one a whole lot less gentle as he bit at Colby’s bottom lip and dueled with his tongue.
Don’s cock pressed into Colby’s hip, and Don felt Colby’s answering hardness insistent against his own hip. Don released Colby’s lips and pushed into him. Colby moaned his approval into Don’s throat and pushed back. Don slicked his hand up with the small bar of sandalwood scented soap, then reached between them and wrapped his hand around both their cocks.
“Yeah, Don.” Colby thrust into Don’s hand, his cock sliding over Don’s, and Don had to tighten his arm around Colby’s shoulders to keep from going to his knees.
Colby’s arms went around Don and he kissed and bit his desire into the skin of Don’s shoulder. Don painted words of passion along Colby’s jaw and down his neck as Colby’s cock skated the length of his.
“Fuck, Colby, god, you’re so fucking gorgeous, wanna make you come, want you to come all over me.”
Colby groaned, “Fuck, Don,” and did just that.
Don milked Colby through is orgasm, and then used Colby’s come to lubricate the tunnel of his fist, thrusting into his hand and closing his teeth on Colby’s’ skin when he came, spilling all over his hand and Colby’s belly.
“Fuck,” Don said, when his knees threatened to fold.
They stood together, leaning on each other until Don thought he could stand on his own without sliding to the floor of the tub. He gave Colby a kiss tender with spent passion, and then they separated.
Colby sluiced water over his stomach and groin, and then stepped around Don to allow him under the spray. Colby washed Don’s back, and then just stood there with Don while he finished, as if he wasn’t ready to put an end to the moment they’d just shared.
Don gave Colby a hard kiss before he bent to turn off the water. Colby pushed the curtain back and climbed out, then stepped aside to make room for Don on the bath mat. He grabbed two towels off the rack above the toilet and handed one off to Don.
They toweled dry and then dressed in t-shirts, shorts, and sandals. It felt odd to Don, to not be wearing jeans and shoes he could run in, to not have the weight of his gun at his side.
As soon as they opened their door, the scent of bacon reached their noses and they increased their pace as they made their way down to the small dining room. Scrambled eggs and bacon awaited them, along with a fresh pot of coffee and an offer of pancakes or waffles. They both chose pancakes.
After a leisurely breakfast, during which they stuffed themselves, Don and Colby went for a walk along the beach. As unaccustomed to it as he was, it felt good to be able to hold Colby’s hand without anyone giving them odd looks. They came upon a volleyball game and stood watching for a few minutes. When they were invited to play, Colby gave Don a hopeful look.
Don just shook his head and quickly kicked off his sandals as Colby dragged him onto the ‘court’. By the time they stopped playing, they were sweating and shirtless, and Don was having a hard time catching his breath. They hadn’t brought any water with them, so they walked back along the street, getting a couple bottles of water from the first store they came to, and then window shopping until they found a café that looked like a good place for lunch.
They sat next to each other at the table, their legs touching as they perused the menu, and then later, as they drank their beers and watched the other tourists walk by while waiting for their sandwiches. Colby mentioned the ski jet rental place they’d passed, and they made tentative plans to rent two of them the next day.
Because they could, they returned to their room for a nap after lunch. Don dragged Colby’s shorts down and licked skin that tasted like sun and salt, before taking Colby’s cock into his mouth and swallowing him down. Colby made the sweetest sounds as he thrust and thrust and came in Don’s mouth.
When Colby was spent, Don slid up Colby’s body and shared the taste of him. Once he’d recovered muscle function, Colby returned the favor by bringing Don off with his hand, and they both fell asleep with come drying on their bellies.
It was late afternoon when they woke and headed back down to the beach for a swim, after cleaning up in the bathroom and changing into their swim suits. A race to the first buoy (which Colby won by a hair) and a second shower later, they ended up at a sports bar they’d passed that afternoon. They watched the game over beer and wings, and then ordered burgers and fries.
When they were finished eating, Don slouched back in his seat and rested his arm along the back of Colby’s chair. Colby leaned into the circle of Don’s body as if it were the most natural thing in the world for them to touch each other like this in public, rather than only in the privacy of one of their homes. When Don got up to go to the bathroom he brushed a kiss across Colby’s lips, and when he looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands, Don thought, I could get used to this.
They took the long way back to their B&B, holding hands beneath the moonlight. They stopped once to admire the way the moonlight painted the water, and twice to share a kiss. When they drew apart, Don wished they had more than a week here, where they could be open about their feelings for each other.
As they slid into bed later that night, Don stroked his hand over Colby’s hip and promised himself that, if one week was all they had, they’d just have to make the most of it.
And reservations for next year.
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Colby
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash
Word Count: 1780 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Don could get used to this.
Notes/Warning: Schmoop.
Written: July 9, 2009
Don carried his steaming cup of coffee down to the beach. He found a spot that afforded him a good view of the water and sank down onto the sand. It was early enough that the sand and the air were both still cool, and Don was glad that he’d thought to grab his hoodie on the way out of their room.
He uncapped his cup and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip, eyes canning the horizon until they alighted on a familiar figure. It never failed to amaze Don that he could so easily pick Colby out of a crowd, even at this distance. There were a dozen surfers out on the waves, but Don effortlessly recognized Colby’s patience as he paddled the water, waiting for the perfect wave, the smooth glide as Colby rose up onto the board and settled into his stance, and the way his body moved as he rode the wave.
Colby had left Don in their sleep-warmed bed with a soft kiss and a promise to return in an hour, but the bed had seemed too big and empty without Colby in it, and Don had been unable to fall back to sleep. Don had rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve himself and splash cold water on his face. He’d brushed his teeth and pulled on yesterday’s jeans and t-shirt, then slipped into his shoes and stuffed his wallet and the room key into his pocket, remembering at the last moment to snatch his hoodie off the back of the chair where it had ended up the night before.
He’d followed his nose to the foyer, where freshly brewed coffee was on offer, along with muffins and pastries. It was too early for Don to want food, but he definitely needed a cup of coffee. He filled a large styrofoam cup and fixed the coffee to his liking, then covered it and went out onto the back porch and followed the path down to the beach.
The coffee had cooled by the time he swallowed the last sip, and still Don sat on the sand, arms resting on his knees as he watched Colby’s mastery of the waves. Don wasn’t normally one for sitting still, yet he was content to just sit there in the peaceful early morning and watch Colby cut through the water as if he’d been born to it.
When Colby finally paddled in, Don was almost sorry. Colby was all breathless smiles as he picked up his board and jogged up the beach to where Don had risen to his feet and was brushing the sand off his butt.
“Hey,” Colby said, speaking softly and leaning in to give Don a kiss.
“Hey, back,” Don said, slipping his arm around Colby to return the kiss, uncaring that he got wet.
“I thought you were still sleeping. How long were you here?”
“Not long,” Don fibbed, then shrugged and grinned sheepishly when Colby raised his eyebrows at the empty coffee cup.
“I could use a one of those,” Colby said.
“There were muffins and pastries, too,” Don said.
Colby’s stomach growled and they both grinned. “I guess I could use one of those, too. And a shower,” he added.
“Shower sounds good. I’ll do your back, make sure you get all the salt off.”
“Is that all you’re gonna get off?” Colby asked, smirking.
“I don’t know,” Don said, already growing hard at the thought of Colby’s slick skin beneath his hands, “have you been a good boy?”
Colby hesitated. “I don’t know, which answer’ll get me a blow job?”
Don chuckled, then twined his fingers through Colby’s as they walked back up to the B&B. Colby left his board leaning against the porch railing, then they headed to the foyer so Colby could get a cup of coffee and Don could refill his. Colby snagged a pastry and then they went up to their room so Don could peel Colby out of his wetsuit.
In the shower, Don soaped Colby up, sliding his hands over taut muscles, fingers finding and soothing the indentations left by the wetsuit and the red mark from contact with the board. He pressed Colby back under the spray to rinse, and then kissed him, just because he could.
When they separated, Colby’s tongue came out to flick over swollen lips. Don brushed his thumb over Colby’s lips and felt the tug in his balls when Colby licked the pad of his thumb. Don groaned and dragged Colby into another kiss, this one a whole lot less gentle as he bit at Colby’s bottom lip and dueled with his tongue.
Don’s cock pressed into Colby’s hip, and Don felt Colby’s answering hardness insistent against his own hip. Don released Colby’s lips and pushed into him. Colby moaned his approval into Don’s throat and pushed back. Don slicked his hand up with the small bar of sandalwood scented soap, then reached between them and wrapped his hand around both their cocks.
“Yeah, Don.” Colby thrust into Don’s hand, his cock sliding over Don’s, and Don had to tighten his arm around Colby’s shoulders to keep from going to his knees.
Colby’s arms went around Don and he kissed and bit his desire into the skin of Don’s shoulder. Don painted words of passion along Colby’s jaw and down his neck as Colby’s cock skated the length of his.
“Fuck, Colby, god, you’re so fucking gorgeous, wanna make you come, want you to come all over me.”
Colby groaned, “Fuck, Don,” and did just that.
Don milked Colby through is orgasm, and then used Colby’s come to lubricate the tunnel of his fist, thrusting into his hand and closing his teeth on Colby’s’ skin when he came, spilling all over his hand and Colby’s belly.
“Fuck,” Don said, when his knees threatened to fold.
They stood together, leaning on each other until Don thought he could stand on his own without sliding to the floor of the tub. He gave Colby a kiss tender with spent passion, and then they separated.
Colby sluiced water over his stomach and groin, and then stepped around Don to allow him under the spray. Colby washed Don’s back, and then just stood there with Don while he finished, as if he wasn’t ready to put an end to the moment they’d just shared.
Don gave Colby a hard kiss before he bent to turn off the water. Colby pushed the curtain back and climbed out, then stepped aside to make room for Don on the bath mat. He grabbed two towels off the rack above the toilet and handed one off to Don.
They toweled dry and then dressed in t-shirts, shorts, and sandals. It felt odd to Don, to not be wearing jeans and shoes he could run in, to not have the weight of his gun at his side.
As soon as they opened their door, the scent of bacon reached their noses and they increased their pace as they made their way down to the small dining room. Scrambled eggs and bacon awaited them, along with a fresh pot of coffee and an offer of pancakes or waffles. They both chose pancakes.
After a leisurely breakfast, during which they stuffed themselves, Don and Colby went for a walk along the beach. As unaccustomed to it as he was, it felt good to be able to hold Colby’s hand without anyone giving them odd looks. They came upon a volleyball game and stood watching for a few minutes. When they were invited to play, Colby gave Don a hopeful look.
Don just shook his head and quickly kicked off his sandals as Colby dragged him onto the ‘court’. By the time they stopped playing, they were sweating and shirtless, and Don was having a hard time catching his breath. They hadn’t brought any water with them, so they walked back along the street, getting a couple bottles of water from the first store they came to, and then window shopping until they found a café that looked like a good place for lunch.
They sat next to each other at the table, their legs touching as they perused the menu, and then later, as they drank their beers and watched the other tourists walk by while waiting for their sandwiches. Colby mentioned the ski jet rental place they’d passed, and they made tentative plans to rent two of them the next day.
Because they could, they returned to their room for a nap after lunch. Don dragged Colby’s shorts down and licked skin that tasted like sun and salt, before taking Colby’s cock into his mouth and swallowing him down. Colby made the sweetest sounds as he thrust and thrust and came in Don’s mouth.
When Colby was spent, Don slid up Colby’s body and shared the taste of him. Once he’d recovered muscle function, Colby returned the favor by bringing Don off with his hand, and they both fell asleep with come drying on their bellies.
It was late afternoon when they woke and headed back down to the beach for a swim, after cleaning up in the bathroom and changing into their swim suits. A race to the first buoy (which Colby won by a hair) and a second shower later, they ended up at a sports bar they’d passed that afternoon. They watched the game over beer and wings, and then ordered burgers and fries.
When they were finished eating, Don slouched back in his seat and rested his arm along the back of Colby’s chair. Colby leaned into the circle of Don’s body as if it were the most natural thing in the world for them to touch each other like this in public, rather than only in the privacy of one of their homes. When Don got up to go to the bathroom he brushed a kiss across Colby’s lips, and when he looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands, Don thought, I could get used to this.
They took the long way back to their B&B, holding hands beneath the moonlight. They stopped once to admire the way the moonlight painted the water, and twice to share a kiss. When they drew apart, Don wished they had more than a week here, where they could be open about their feelings for each other.
As they slid into bed later that night, Don stroked his hand over Colby’s hip and promised himself that, if one week was all they had, they’d just have to make the most of it.
And reservations for next year.
The End
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Date: 2009-07-09 11:56 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2009-07-10 11:49 am (UTC)(And I agree that there's something delicious about these two. *g*)
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Date: 2009-07-10 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-11 11:11 pm (UTC)I like this one. It's hot, sweet, and enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2009-07-12 12:33 pm (UTC)