Fic: All is Well (Numb3rs, Charlie / Colby, David / Ian, Don / Martin, NC-17)
Title: All is Well
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton,
Don Eppes / Martin Fridegord
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, et.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Notes: Follows Memorabilia
“Hello?”
“Charlie? It’s me.” Megan said.
“Oh hey.”
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry about not showing up at your barbeque.”
“That’s fine, font worry about it.”
“Good. I would have been there, but I had to get some stuff done and I’ll be
busy for the whole weekend.”
“I understand, work’s work.”
“Anyway, how did it go?”
“It was… lively. And Ian showed up, his gig ended sooner than he thought.”
“Great, David’s probably thrilled.”
“He is.” Charlie grinned.
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“David, hurry up.” Ian demanded.
David looked down. He still wasn’t used to this role reversal, but it was getting
easier. He pulled Ian’s legs up to rest on his shoulders and positioned himself
against his partners entrance. “Ready?”
“Sinclair, move. Now.” Ian grouched and David had to grin at the commanding
tone. Some things never changed no matter how long they had been together.
David pushed in slowly, until he was fully embedded inside Ian. Slowly he started
building up his pace, and listened to Ian’s moans. Ian never made those noises
when he was in charge. He moaned uninhibitedly, and pushed himself against
David like a cat in heat. He liked to talk dirty, but when he was the receiver, all
words seemed to disappear. Just low, animalistic groans and whimpers.
David leaned his head closer to kiss him, pressing their sweaty bodies completely
together. Ian let his legs fall from David’s shoulders, and wrapped them around his
waist to pull him even closer. David’s hands wandered down Ian’s flanks to grab
his hips. Ian’s hard member was now squeezed between their bodies, and enjoyed
the delicious friction.
With a rough final thrust, David exploded and took Ian with him. While David was
still recovering, Ian pulled him closer for a kiss.
“It’s good to be home.” Ian smirked.
“No arguments here.”
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“Please.”
“Not yet.”
“Why not….?” Don’s complain turned into a low moan.
“Because I want to enjoy the visuals first.” Martin grinned and leaned back in his
chair. “And don’t hold back. You always try to be quiet.”
“It’s a lifetime habit.” Don’s hand snaked down between his parted legs. “You try
growing in a house with mom, dad and a nosy little brother.” He pushed the plastic
toy deeper inside himself. “And I didn’t have a lock on my door.”
“Nobody’s peeping here, so let yourself go.”
“Can’t you…. Come closer….” Don groaned. The bed seemed way too empty.
“When I think you’re ready. How does it feel?”
Don moved the toy back and forth. “Good, but… it’s not you.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes!” Don exclaimed.
“Do you think you’re ready? Well stretched and ready for me?” Martin teased.
“Yes!”
“Do you have any specific requests? Hard, rough, fast, tender…?”
“You. Here. Now.” Don almost yelled.
Martin walked to the bed and unceremoniously flipped Don to his belly, pressing
him against the matters. Don buried his face in the pillow and spread his legs.
Martin positioned himself on top of Don, kissed him on his temple and chuckled.
“It’s always nice to hear you`re wanted.”
“Do something….” Don groaned.
“Believe me, I intend to.” Martin caressed Don’s buttocks and slowly pulled the
toy out. Before Don could get used to the feel of emptiness, Martin pushed in
with one quick movement. “Better now?”
“Definitely better….” Don gasped.
Martin set a up a steady pace, making Don moan for more. Don grabbed the
headboard of the bed, hanging on to it as his own member rubbed against
the sheets under him. Martin placed one hand on Don’s shoulder and the
other one on his hip, keeping him effectively still.
“I’m gonna….” Don couldn’t finish his sentence. He let out a single whimper
and came all over the sheets under him. Martin increased his pace and soon
followed him, filling Don with his release.
Both men slumped on the bed to a sweaty pile.
“That was good….” Don sighed. “But next time don’t wait so long. I`m not a
patient guy.”
“Any idea when the `next time` is?”
“In about twenty minutes.”
“I knew you were gonna say that.” Martin chuckled. “Think it’s a family trait….
short recovery time….”
“I don’t want to know about that.”
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Charlie snuggled against Colby’s chest and let out a happy sigh.
“Was that a good sigh?” Colby asked.
“Definitely good. You ever get that feeling, that right now everything is well?
I mean we’re good, the people around us are good…. It’s a weird feeling,
but I think I could get used to it.”