FIC: One Night in Broadmoor (Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis)
Title: One Night in Broadmoor
Fandom: Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: Colby Granger/Evan Lorne
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Colby's got time to kill in Colorado.
Word count: 1186
Disclaimer: Not for profit, just for fun.
He found the bar about two hours south on Highway 85. Colby needed to get back to Denver for an early meeting and then fly back to L.A. at noon, but until then…he’d wait for the guy to make a move.
The game was over and the highlights reel was starting on the news when the guy sitting on the stool next to Colby finally did it. They’d been the only ones on the far end of the bar for more than an hour now, most of the other patrons either moved into the darker recesses of the corner tables or disappeared out the back door to the alley. Some came back in alone after a bit, ordered another drink, and sat back in the middle of the bar, ready to try again.
When it started to rain they just used the john instead and Colby had been holding the last pitcher of beer for over an hour because he’d rather piss in the parking lot than go in there now. He’d been to a few of bars like this back in L.A., but he’d never been less interested and he’d figured that had to say a lot about the guy he just spent the night drinking with. He didn’t even make a move himself because he’d been content.
Evan, he’d said his name was and Colby believed him, believed he was as earnest as he’d appeared. If he’d only been looking to pull, he wouldn’t have needed to offer a name and a handshake, not with that hard body and obvious military edge. Colby knew there was an air force base nearby and guys in this backwater were creaming themselves to fuck a flyboy.
Evan kept his eyes on the television above the bar when he said, “I’d like to spend more time with you, but not here. I’ve got a nice room up the road, if you’re interested.”
Their thighs had been pressed together since half time. Colby finally let one hand drift along Evan’s leg from knee to hip before he reached for his wallet to pay up and get the fuck out of there. “Yeah, man, that sounds good.”
Evan drained the last of his beer, standing abruptly before he even set the glass down.
“Come on,” he said, the words rushing out of him. “I want you to fuck me.”
***
Colby parked next to Evan’s blue sedan in front of room 112 and wiped his palms on his pants before getting out of the car. He followed Evan inside and grabbed for him as soon as the door swung shut behind them. “Come here.”
Evan obeyed, tentatively kissing the corner of Colby’s mouth.
That was something he never understood, how some guys could stick their dick in a buddy’s mouth, but not their tongue. Colby wasn’t that guy; he wanted everything, that’s why he usually got in trouble. Evan shivered when Colby ran his fingers through his hair and moaned like a porn star when Colby kissed him back.
They stumbled across the room together, falling on the bed and tussling around until they were breathless and naked. Evan reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. He pulled the condoms and lube out of the drawer and set them next to Colby’s arm.
Colby was completely on board when Evan rolled the condom on Colby’s dick and reached back to slick his asshole without anymore preamble. It felt like the last three hours had already been intense foreplay, but he mentally cataloged the things he wanted to do later. Suck Evan off, rim him too, and he definitely wanted to get fucked himself.
The condom was pre-lubed but they were rushing as it was so a little more would definitely help. He took the lube back and put some on his dick, jacking himself and enjoying the hungry look in Evan’s eyes as he watched.
Evan straddled his waist, clutching Colby’s thighs hard enough to bruise. He threw his head back and groaned at the hard press of dick in his ass. “Slow down,” Colby warned. Christ, he was tight. Colby eased him down, inch by inch, fighting to stay still as Evan adjusted.
“I’m good,” Evan groaned, leaning forward for a kiss.
Colby wanted to hold him like that, swallow every sound Evan made while they moved, but Evan wiggled free and sat back, shifting so his knees were up and his feet were flat on the bed. He leaned back to balance on one arm so he could jerk off with the other as he bounced up and down. It was obviously intentional and definitely had the desired effect. Colby held onto Evan’s ankles and squeezed, dangerously close to coming as he watched his dick slide in and out of Evan’s stretched hole.
“Don’t come,” Evan panted, slamming back down and riding him in fast short strokes as he jerked himself in earnest now. “I want to suck you.”
Colby felt his brain short-circuit and slurred, “Don’t-fuck-sorry,” eyes rolling back as he came.
“’S okay,” Evan grunted, coming on his chest.
As his orgasm subsided, he felt Evan wipe off his chest with someone’s shirt ,or maybe it was underwear, he didn’t even care. Evan disposed of the condom and rolled onto his side, head propped on his hand. Colby forced his head to turn and looked back.
“Will you stay?” Evan asked. Something fluttered in his gut and Colby shoved it away before-before nothing. It was nothing.
“Okay,” he nodded.
Evan smiled. “Good. I’d really love to fuck you.”
“Yeah.” Colby pulled him on top and kissed him.
***
Lorne listened to Zelenka and McKay bickering behind Sheppard as they waited for the gate to engage. Sheppard rolled his eyes at McKay’s more and more dramatic hand waving and Lorne grinned. “Good luck, sir.”
“Thank you, Major,” he returned dryly.
The marines pushed the science crates through to Earth first. Sheppard clapped him on the back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Of course not, sir.” Lorne pushed away a niggling memory of a bar in Broadmoor nine months ago.
Sheppard lured McKay away with the enticement of pie and Zelenka heaved a sigh of relief. He tossed a careless wave over his shoulder and headed to the control room.
Lorne crossed through the gate to Stargate Command. Colonel Mitchell was there to greet him.
“Welcome back, Major.”
“Good to be back, sir.”
“An airman asked me to pass this along, guess it’s been on the board a while.” Mitchell handed him a pink slip of paper. “Beer later?” he asked.
Lorne nodded absently.
WHILE YOU WERE OUT was stamped across the top of the form, dated four months ago, and the box for ‘return call requested’ was checked. A number was scribbled underneath. He recognized the area code, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t looked up the L.A. field office once or twice.
Lorne stowed his gear and hurried topside. When his cell phone had bars, he dialed the number and held his breath until a familiar voice answered, “Granger.”
Fandom: Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: Colby Granger/Evan Lorne
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Colby's got time to kill in Colorado.
Word count: 1186
Disclaimer: Not for profit, just for fun.
He found the bar about two hours south on Highway 85. Colby needed to get back to Denver for an early meeting and then fly back to L.A. at noon, but until then…he’d wait for the guy to make a move.
The game was over and the highlights reel was starting on the news when the guy sitting on the stool next to Colby finally did it. They’d been the only ones on the far end of the bar for more than an hour now, most of the other patrons either moved into the darker recesses of the corner tables or disappeared out the back door to the alley. Some came back in alone after a bit, ordered another drink, and sat back in the middle of the bar, ready to try again.
When it started to rain they just used the john instead and Colby had been holding the last pitcher of beer for over an hour because he’d rather piss in the parking lot than go in there now. He’d been to a few of bars like this back in L.A., but he’d never been less interested and he’d figured that had to say a lot about the guy he just spent the night drinking with. He didn’t even make a move himself because he’d been content.
Evan, he’d said his name was and Colby believed him, believed he was as earnest as he’d appeared. If he’d only been looking to pull, he wouldn’t have needed to offer a name and a handshake, not with that hard body and obvious military edge. Colby knew there was an air force base nearby and guys in this backwater were creaming themselves to fuck a flyboy.
Evan kept his eyes on the television above the bar when he said, “I’d like to spend more time with you, but not here. I’ve got a nice room up the road, if you’re interested.”
Their thighs had been pressed together since half time. Colby finally let one hand drift along Evan’s leg from knee to hip before he reached for his wallet to pay up and get the fuck out of there. “Yeah, man, that sounds good.”
Evan drained the last of his beer, standing abruptly before he even set the glass down.
“Come on,” he said, the words rushing out of him. “I want you to fuck me.”
***
Colby parked next to Evan’s blue sedan in front of room 112 and wiped his palms on his pants before getting out of the car. He followed Evan inside and grabbed for him as soon as the door swung shut behind them. “Come here.”
Evan obeyed, tentatively kissing the corner of Colby’s mouth.
That was something he never understood, how some guys could stick their dick in a buddy’s mouth, but not their tongue. Colby wasn’t that guy; he wanted everything, that’s why he usually got in trouble. Evan shivered when Colby ran his fingers through his hair and moaned like a porn star when Colby kissed him back.
They stumbled across the room together, falling on the bed and tussling around until they were breathless and naked. Evan reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. He pulled the condoms and lube out of the drawer and set them next to Colby’s arm.
Colby was completely on board when Evan rolled the condom on Colby’s dick and reached back to slick his asshole without anymore preamble. It felt like the last three hours had already been intense foreplay, but he mentally cataloged the things he wanted to do later. Suck Evan off, rim him too, and he definitely wanted to get fucked himself.
The condom was pre-lubed but they were rushing as it was so a little more would definitely help. He took the lube back and put some on his dick, jacking himself and enjoying the hungry look in Evan’s eyes as he watched.
Evan straddled his waist, clutching Colby’s thighs hard enough to bruise. He threw his head back and groaned at the hard press of dick in his ass. “Slow down,” Colby warned. Christ, he was tight. Colby eased him down, inch by inch, fighting to stay still as Evan adjusted.
“I’m good,” Evan groaned, leaning forward for a kiss.
Colby wanted to hold him like that, swallow every sound Evan made while they moved, but Evan wiggled free and sat back, shifting so his knees were up and his feet were flat on the bed. He leaned back to balance on one arm so he could jerk off with the other as he bounced up and down. It was obviously intentional and definitely had the desired effect. Colby held onto Evan’s ankles and squeezed, dangerously close to coming as he watched his dick slide in and out of Evan’s stretched hole.
“Don’t come,” Evan panted, slamming back down and riding him in fast short strokes as he jerked himself in earnest now. “I want to suck you.”
Colby felt his brain short-circuit and slurred, “Don’t-fuck-sorry,” eyes rolling back as he came.
“’S okay,” Evan grunted, coming on his chest.
As his orgasm subsided, he felt Evan wipe off his chest with someone’s shirt ,or maybe it was underwear, he didn’t even care. Evan disposed of the condom and rolled onto his side, head propped on his hand. Colby forced his head to turn and looked back.
“Will you stay?” Evan asked. Something fluttered in his gut and Colby shoved it away before-before nothing. It was nothing.
“Okay,” he nodded.
Evan smiled. “Good. I’d really love to fuck you.”
“Yeah.” Colby pulled him on top and kissed him.
***
Lorne listened to Zelenka and McKay bickering behind Sheppard as they waited for the gate to engage. Sheppard rolled his eyes at McKay’s more and more dramatic hand waving and Lorne grinned. “Good luck, sir.”
“Thank you, Major,” he returned dryly.
The marines pushed the science crates through to Earth first. Sheppard clapped him on the back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Of course not, sir.” Lorne pushed away a niggling memory of a bar in Broadmoor nine months ago.
Sheppard lured McKay away with the enticement of pie and Zelenka heaved a sigh of relief. He tossed a careless wave over his shoulder and headed to the control room.
Lorne crossed through the gate to Stargate Command. Colonel Mitchell was there to greet him.
“Welcome back, Major.”
“Good to be back, sir.”
“An airman asked me to pass this along, guess it’s been on the board a while.” Mitchell handed him a pink slip of paper. “Beer later?” he asked.
Lorne nodded absently.
WHILE YOU WERE OUT was stamped across the top of the form, dated four months ago, and the box for ‘return call requested’ was checked. A number was scribbled underneath. He recognized the area code, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t looked up the L.A. field office once or twice.
Lorne stowed his gear and hurried topside. When his cell phone had bars, he dialed the number and held his breath until a familiar voice answered, “Granger.”