Fic: Hot Commodity, Chapter 2 (Numb3rs, Don Eppes / Martin, Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger)
Title: Hot Commodity, Chapter 2
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton,
Don Eppes / Martin Fridegord
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Hot Commodity, Chapter 1
Don grinded his teeth and counted down from two hundred. He had stayed in their table for safety reasons, after he figured out none of the guys could pinch his rear end.
Unfortunately Martin had offered to go get them more beer, which meant a trip to the counter. Don started shredding his napkin to little pieces.
Guy number eleven was trying to chat Martin up at the counter, and kept leaning against the counter to push his groin forward in a rather comical manner. Finally the bartender handed Martin two pints and he turned to come back to the table. That was when it happened. The guy put his hand on Martin’s shoulder and Don saw red.
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“Hello.”
“Charlie? You got a minute? ”
“Sure, Colby’s having some quality time with the baby.”
“What are they doing?”
“He’s singing lullabies, and she’s trying to learn how to craw so she could escape. What’s wrong?”
“Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“It’s Friday evening, Martin just came back from his trip and you’re calling me.”
“Okay, I need a second opinion.” Don pressed the icepack carefully against his cheek and hissed.
“What’s that noise?”
“Me. We’re in a bar. Well, I’m in a bar, and Martin’s in the bathroom trying to get his shirt dry.”
“I didn’t know he sweats that badly.”
“He doesn’t, he was soaking wet from beer.”
“Wait a sec….. okay, I’m sitting down. Start explaining.”
“I kinda….. strtsbfght…..” Don mumbled.
“You kinda what?”
“I started a barfight.”
“You did what?”
“I wasn’t my fault! That guy couldn’t keep his hands to himself!”
“Some guy groped you and you started a fight?”
“No, he groped Martin, and I kinda… lost it.”
“Don…..” Charlie groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t really hurt the guy, you can get into a lot of trouble-”
“No, I got one punch in and then….”
“Then?”
“He punched me, and then the bartender and the bouncer came to pulled us away from each other. And Martin was in the middle and I knocked him and his spilled two full pints on his shirt.”
“You didn’t hit him too?”
“No! Of course not!”
“I had to check. What exactly did that other guy do?”
“He groped him!”
“How?”
“What do you mean how?”
“What kinda groping? Slight fondling, intense I-wanna-a-piece-of-that ass-grope, let’s-sit-in-the-corner-and-read-poetry caresses, what?”
“He touched his shoulder.”
“That’s all?”
“What do you mean “that’s all”? It was pretty obvious what he was trying!”
“Don.”
Long pause followed.
“I overreacted, didn’t I?”
“Yep.”
“I screwed up.”
“Yep.”
“I acted like a jerk.”
“Yep.”
“You could say No sometimes.”
“No.”
“What the hell do I do now?”
“Well…. At least they didn’t kick you out.”
“That’s just because Martin knows the owner. He’s been in the bathroom for twenty minutes.”
“Go after him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don, he knows you. He knows what a jerk you can be sometimes.”
“That’s really not comforting.”
“Shut up and patch things up.” Charlie hung up.
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When Don pushed the door open, the first thing he noticed was the moaning. He gave a suspicious glance to the cubicle where the noise came from and walked in. Martin was leaning against the basin, his shirt in his hands. Don approached him carefully and placed his palm on the bare skin of Martin’s back.
“How bad is it?”
“Beyond salvation. You owe me a new shirt.”
“Are you angry?”
“Disappointed. What the hell were you thinking?”
“That guy was making a pass at you!”
“And I’ve been in that situation before, and I can handle it. There’s no need for you to play a knight in shining armour.”
“It was just a reaction! He laid a hand on you!”
“Don, I’ll let it go this time because it was slightly adorable. But don’t try to defend my honour ever again.”
“Okay.” Don leaned closer against the smooth skin wrapped his arms around Martin’s waist. “Wanna go home?”
Before Martin could say anything, the moaning in the cubicle continued. This time it was even louder.
“What the hell are they doing?” Don mused.
“Do I really need to tell you?”
“No, but….. seriously, in a cubicle?”
“It’s a tradition. Wanna try?” Martin grinned.
“Can we just go home and do it in a closet?”
“Okay.”
TBC