Fic: Slippery When Wet (Numb3rs, David Sinclair, NC-17)
Title: Slippery When Wet
Pair: David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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David tilted his head back and twisted it from side to side. He had been certain his undone paperwork would take a while, but he hadn’t predicted it would take the whole evening. The darkness had come a while ago, and the glow of the laptop screen was the only source of light.
He closed the laptop and left it on the kitchen counter. His legs were wobbly at first, protesting the long pause in use. David walked out of the kitchen, grabbed a clean towel from the rack in his bedroom and headed into the adjoined bathroom. He didn’t often have the apartment all to himself and he took a little bit of pleasure from not having to be quiet. He pulled off his shirt and jeans, trying not to aggravate his back any more, and bent down to pull off his socks. On his way up a jolt of pain shot up his spine and he leaned heavily against the sink. David looked up into the mirror and sighed.
Practically everyone had at one point claimed they were getting too old for the job. David hated to be in that group, but his aching body didn’t leave room for interpretations. It had been a rough day, followed by an evening with a microwave meal for one and a truckload of paperwork, and he could feel each and every one of his years. Good days were good, bad days just made him feel like he could happily spend the rest of his life in the middle of nothing taking care of few goats.
He set the water temperature and stepped under the nozzle. The warm water cascaded down to his shoulders, sliding down and the warmth made his muscles sigh with relief. David took a sponge, poured some shower gel on it and started to rub himself slowly, letting his body relax. The steam spread through the bathroom and wrapped everything up in humid warmth.
David moved the sponge slowly across his chest. Ian’s job assignments were the necessary evil, but the time apart was always a bit awkward. Ian did call, but David had long ago learned he shouldn’t call Ian, unless the ex-sniper had told him it was allowed. David hadn’t bothered to think what the man was doing when he had his phone off. Ian’s occasional “consulting gigs” were a topic he never asked about, and Ian hadn’t offered any details. David had a hunch some of the assignments were for different government agencies, but he didn’t really want to know if they were similar to Ian`s old job.
The soapy foam fell down his skin, mixing with the cascading water. His body was beginning to feel more like a human being again, instead of a waste pile of used flesh. It had been a while since he had spent the night all alone, and the whole scenario seemed a bit bizarre.
He had become used to having people around, and coming home to an dark, empty apartment didn’t feel as nice as it used to before Ian had moved in. David had liked to have his own space, but now the silence was disturbing. He could hear his own breathing drowning to the hum of the shower, but nothing else.
He added more shower gel onto the sponge and reach back as well as his stiff limbs managed, and slid it over his lower back, moving down to his buttocks. His thoughts went automatically back to Ian and he had to chuckle a bit. Ian wasn’t the sort of guy to pay compliments to anyone outside of work, and even there that usually came after a life of death situation, but David had caught him stealing enough glances of his posterior to be sure it was his way to praise it.
David had never seen anything particularly enticing about his rear, but if Ian liked it, who was he to complain? He spread his legs a bit to run the sponge lightly between the cheeks. His cock gave an interested twitch. David’s hand travelled back to cup the soft flesh and his cock swelled up to full hardness. Touching his butt hadn’t done anything to him before Ian, but now the simple touch drowned his mind with mental images.
He could imagine Ian pressing his fingers into the flesh, leaving fingerprints dark enough to show on his skin, caressing the buttocks, spreading them and pressing him against the tile wall.
The sponge slipped from his soapy grasp and fell to the floor. David didn’t pick it up, instead he poured some more gel on his gingers and placed his other hand against the wall for support. He reached back to groped him buttocks, closing his eyes and letting his fingers wander wherever felt good. His fingertips grazed his opening and he shivered from head to toe.
David moaned, resting his forehead against the wall tiles. He knew his moans were nothing louder than a low whimper, but in the foggy bathroom it sounded like a foghorn, leading him deeper into the haze. His cock twitched, reacting to the heat and touch. David brought his hand to his cock, brazed the other one more securely against the tiles, and gave himself a little stroke. The first touch was almost enough to bring his exhausted body to the edge, and he squeezed the base of his cock to cut off the approaching climax. He waited till his breathing calmed down, then slid his hand tentatively down his shaft.
David increased his pace slowly, moaning against the cool tiles. His turned around and leaned against the wall, bringing his other hand to caress his chest. His fingers toyed with his nipples, twirled around the outlines of his pectorals and came up his throat, over his Adams apple and finally settled on his lips, sliding across the bottom lip. He bit down and let the release come.
The stream of warm water washed away the evidence, prolonging the haze and adding to the limpness that was about to make his legs give up. David turned the water off, but couldn’t force his limbs to work. His knees were beginning to bent and he slid down to the tile floor. David closed his eyes.
Somewhere a loud beep announced a new text message. David turned his head to check the source of the noise and realised his cellphone was still clipped to the belt of this jeans, that were still laying on the floor under the towel rack. He tried to get up to his feet, but the long day had finally reached the point where he was too wiped out to walk. He supported himself with his arms and slowly crawled out of the shower. He slumped down on the fluffy rug and rolled over to lay on his back. David could feel the excess water sliding down his skin and soaking the rug, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was exhausted, but the feel of satisfaction made it a very nice way to be.
David pulled the phone off the belt clip. He recognised Ian’s number immediately and clicked the message open. A wide grin overtook his face. He put the cellphone back in the clip and stretched his body lazily on the soaked rug. He had few hours before Ian would be home. Enough time to rest, so he could really welcome the man home.