Naked Ambition [1-4/4] (Colby, R)
Written with the help of numb3rs100 prompts: Run, Walk, Soak, Classic...
Title: Naked Ambition
Pairing/Characters: Colby
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Word Count: 100 x 3, 200 x 1
Summary: Gratuitous mostly naked! and completely naked!Colby. Enough said.
Spoilers: 5.03 Blowback
Notes/Warnings: This fic was prompted by swingandswirl almost two years ago and I just never finished it. I feel it's only fitting I dedicate this fic to her today in honor of her birthday. ♥ I'm sure this could have been pornier (it's a word, don't question) but the images alone were enough for my imagination. I hope you enjoy. And as always, many thanks to the world's best beta julietm.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Run:
Sand was between his toes, but didn’t linger as he ran - faster now, feeling more resistance from the beach beneath his feet. His legs pushed harder with each meeting of bare foot and sand. Sweat slicked the naked skin of his chest and arms, glistening in the sun clearing the horizon to the east - kissing him and warming him more than the exercise.
There was nothing but the sound of ocean and the rush of blood coursing through his veins. There were no cases. No thoughts. There was only body meeting earth and the satisfaction of earth breaking beneath him.
Walk:
His strong legs still burned as he walked through his apartment. He moved his body this way and that, stretching while still trying to catch his breath after the exertion. Sweat clung to his hair and the rest of his hard, cut body as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of his jogging shorts. Still walking, he slid the clothes from his legs and didn’t even stop to toss them aside. He smiled making his way to the shower while all of his bronzed skin, taut over sculpted muscles, shimmered in the early morning sun filtering through his windows.
Soak:
The water beat against his naked body, hot as he could stand. The cleansing flood slipped and slid over his skin, leaving droplets while it washed away the grime and sweat of the morning. He was quick to lather himself down, scrubbing free any salt and sand and tension before he ducked his head under the stream. The muscles of his back and arms shifted when he braced himself against the tile, changing the angle the water massaged him. With a contented sigh, he soaked in the heat and pressure - imagining his troubles melting away then spiraling down the drain.
Classic:
His hair was still damp when he tucked a towel around his waist and padded into his bedroom. He was in front of his closet with his arms stretched wide, holding open the double doors, before he realized he had no where else to be today. No shirt. No pants. No problem, he chuckled to no one and then moved himself into the living room.
Plopping himself down, he tucked one arm behind him while his bare legs stretched over his couch. With the remote in his free hand, he turned on the TV and instantly recognized the beginning of a classic - High Noon... his favorite. He traded the remote for his phone, turning off the ringer to avoid interruption.
Not caring that the towel had come loose and barely covered him, he shifted to his side and settled in for the morning. He could think of worse ways to spend a free day - running down the beach, showering and then spending time with his childhood hero Gary Cooper and the timeless, elegant beauty of Grace Kelly. They just didn’t make ‘em like that anymore, he mused and then smiled. Maybe someday the same would be said about him. Maybe.
Title: Naked Ambition
Pairing/Characters: Colby
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Word Count: 100 x 3, 200 x 1
Summary: Gratuitous mostly naked! and completely naked!Colby. Enough said.
Spoilers: 5.03 Blowback
Notes/Warnings: This fic was prompted by swingandswirl almost two years ago and I just never finished it. I feel it's only fitting I dedicate this fic to her today in honor of her birthday. ♥ I'm sure this could have been pornier (it's a word, don't question) but the images alone were enough for my imagination. I hope you enjoy. And as always, many thanks to the world's best beta julietm.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Run:
Sand was between his toes, but didn’t linger as he ran - faster now, feeling more resistance from the beach beneath his feet. His legs pushed harder with each meeting of bare foot and sand. Sweat slicked the naked skin of his chest and arms, glistening in the sun clearing the horizon to the east - kissing him and warming him more than the exercise.
There was nothing but the sound of ocean and the rush of blood coursing through his veins. There were no cases. No thoughts. There was only body meeting earth and the satisfaction of earth breaking beneath him.
Walk:
His strong legs still burned as he walked through his apartment. He moved his body this way and that, stretching while still trying to catch his breath after the exertion. Sweat clung to his hair and the rest of his hard, cut body as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of his jogging shorts. Still walking, he slid the clothes from his legs and didn’t even stop to toss them aside. He smiled making his way to the shower while all of his bronzed skin, taut over sculpted muscles, shimmered in the early morning sun filtering through his windows.
Soak:
The water beat against his naked body, hot as he could stand. The cleansing flood slipped and slid over his skin, leaving droplets while it washed away the grime and sweat of the morning. He was quick to lather himself down, scrubbing free any salt and sand and tension before he ducked his head under the stream. The muscles of his back and arms shifted when he braced himself against the tile, changing the angle the water massaged him. With a contented sigh, he soaked in the heat and pressure - imagining his troubles melting away then spiraling down the drain.
Classic:
His hair was still damp when he tucked a towel around his waist and padded into his bedroom. He was in front of his closet with his arms stretched wide, holding open the double doors, before he realized he had no where else to be today. No shirt. No pants. No problem, he chuckled to no one and then moved himself into the living room.
Plopping himself down, he tucked one arm behind him while his bare legs stretched over his couch. With the remote in his free hand, he turned on the TV and instantly recognized the beginning of a classic - High Noon... his favorite. He traded the remote for his phone, turning off the ringer to avoid interruption.
Not caring that the towel had come loose and barely covered him, he shifted to his side and settled in for the morning. He could think of worse ways to spend a free day - running down the beach, showering and then spending time with his childhood hero Gary Cooper and the timeless, elegant beauty of Grace Kelly. They just didn’t make ‘em like that anymore, he mused and then smiled. Maybe someday the same would be said about him. Maybe.