Fic: Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 10 (Numb3rs, David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton, NC-17)
Title: Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 10
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger,
Don Eppes / Martin Fridegord,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
NUMB3RS Main List
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 1
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 2
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 3
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 4
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 5
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 6
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 7
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 8
Reasons & Consequences, Chapter 9
David closed the door behind him and walked in slowly. He couldn’t hear any sounds from the apartment. He went to the living room and found Ian. The sniper was sitting on the couch, with his legs on the coffee table. He lifted his head to look at David, and a crooked grin appeared on his face.
David shivered. That grin was a bad sign.He could feel his own member coming to life.
“Where have you been?” Ian asked with an ominous undertone.
“I went to check on Colby and Charlie.”
“How are they?”
“If Colby survives today alive, he should get a metal for extraordinary courage. Where’s Caroline?”
“She’s having a slumber party with some of her classmates.”
“That’s nice.” David said carefully.
“Isn’t it? Because we need to settle some things.”
“Okay.” David was about to sit down but Ian’s eyes kept him on his feet.
“First things first. Clothes off.”
“I thought you wanted to talk-”
“That was not a request.”
David pulled off his clothes, piece by piece, until he was standing in the middle of the living room in his boxers.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
David obeyed. He heard Ian getting up from the couch and a a pair of hands grabbed his wrists. Something cold clicked around his hands, and he realised what it was. A pair of handcuffs. Ian had cuffed his hands behind his back and now he pushed David down to his knees on the carpet.
“You know what I’m doing?”
“You`re gonna punish me?”
“Why do you think I should punish you?”
“Because I accused you of cheating. And I opened your mail. And I read you text messages.”
“Good guess, but no. I’m not punishing you. I’m giving you a lesson.”
“A lesson?”
“A lesson to remind you. I think I’ve gone little bit too soft on you lately. You forgot who’s the boss. Who’s in control.”
“I didn’t forget. Honestly I didn’t.” David tried to sound, sincere but couldn’t hide the grin on his face. His own member had already gone rock hard, just from the tone of Ian’s voice.
“I think you did. Do you remember what I said when we first started?”
“You said…..”
“Your mouth. Your ass. And everything between them. It’s all mine. I give some liberties, but if you misuse them, I’ll punish you.”
“Yeah…..” David panted. Ian’s hands were wondering down his bare back, down to the waistband of his boxers.
Suddenly Ian grabbed him by the shoulders and bent him over the low coffee table. David snapped out of his lust tinted haze, when he heard a familiar sound. He tilted his head to see the switchblade on Ian’s hand. The blade moved down his back, cold metal against warm skin, making David shiver. Ian guided the blade under the waistband and cut the backside of the boxers in two with one trained move. He pulled the pieces away, leaving David face down on the table, his ass pointing to the ceiling.
“You’re a stubborn, opinionated, infuriating slut, but you’re my stubborn, opinionated, infuriating slut. Remember that. Behave and you’ll be fine. Act out and you’ll pay the price. But you like that don’t you? You love to pay for it.”
“Please….” David groaned. He had known from the start that Ian’s predatory side was a turn-on, but it had taken him a while to realise how much he enjoyed surrendering to him. His rock hard cock was rubbing against the tablecloth under him. He spread his thighs and tried to push his ass closer to Ian. Laying on the slippery glass tabletop with his hands behind his back his efforts didn’t really help.
“Keep still. You don’t set the pace.” Ian came back from the kitchen carrying a glass bottle. David hadn’t even noticed he had left.
“Just….. please…..”
“Did I say you’re allowed to talk?”
David pressed his lips together and twisted his head to see Ian. He was pouring cooking oil from the bottle to his fingers. He brought his fingers between David’s buttocks and dived in. David took a deep breath. The sudden invasion should have been painful, but instead it felt like a relief. It wasn’t what he had wanted, but it was a start.
“This is what naughty boys get.” Ian smirked. “Good boys get lube.” His fingers twisted and prodded, opening David’s body up for what coming next. He pulled his fingers away, and a minutes later David felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against his opening. He pushed inside with one strong thrust.
“Happy now?”
“Yeah….” David moaned, he was too busy enjoying the familiar surrender to form any longer sentences.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yeah….”
“You need to learn, because I intend to keep up the training all night. Tomorrow morning you’re be so sore in both ends you can’t even get out of bed.” Ian set up a furious pace, pounding into David with a excoriating accuracy, hitting the right point over and over again. David’s mind was quickly deteriorating to a puddle of mush. He knew he looked and sounded like a desperate, horny slut, but he couldn’t really be bothered to care. Ian had always had that effect on him, and it had always paid off.
Ian’s rhythm was changing, giving up his approaching climax. He show all the way in one more time and shot his load inside the other man. David was too cloudy to know when it had happened, but he realised he had come against the tablecloth under him. The spot was sticky and wet against his skin, making the feel of euphoria deliciously tawdry.
“Are you open now?” Ian whispered to his ear. “You better hope you are, because that ass of yours will be put to a real test of endurance tonight.”
“Promise?” David murmured. “Can we keep the cuffs on?”
“You’re really enjoying your lessons, aren’t you?”
“I’m a really hard learner.”
TBC