Fic for damerel (Part 2)
Recipient: damerel
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Aftermath (Part2)
Pairing: Colby/Ian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spoilers for ep 6x08 Ultimatum
Summary: Ian Edgerton has bridges to mend after taking Colby hostage.
continued from Part1
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Ian followed Colby into his apartment with a bemused expression. He’d imagined several scenarios ranging from anger, to a punch in the face, to getting dragged inside and kissed soundly (though he admitted to himself that that last one was the least likely outcome). What he hadn’t expected, and so had no planned response for, was a panicked expression on a flushed face and a monotone indifference to his presence. The three things didn’t really seem to go together and Ian was intrigued.
He shut the door behind him and debated a moment then flicked the lock. He hoped to get things sorted out before he was thrown out and, if things went the way he hoped, he wouldn’t be leaving tonight.
He tracked Colby to the living room and his sharp senses took in the scene within seconds, cataloguing the half-eaten pizza, the empty beer bottles standing alongside two unopened ones, the smell of food and something else in the air. Colby was standing on the other side of the room, head tipped back as he drained another beer bottle. Ian allowed his eyes to roam over Granger’s body - the way his throat worked as he swallowed; the broad, strong shoulders; the narrow waist… the bulge in his trousers.
There was no one else in the apartment, of that Ian was sure, so the question became: was that for him or had he interrupted a little alone time? He allowed himself a feral grin; suddenly he had a plan, and it didn’t involve much talking. If he’d read the situation wrong, this could ruin any chance he had, but Ian trusted his instincts and wasn’t usually wrong.
As Colby set the newly-empty bottle on the table with the others, Ian stalked across the small space separating them. Colby straightened and watched him approach, holding his ground and narrowing his eyes, though Ian noticed that his breathing picked up and the tell-tale bulge was still there. Good; he liked it when his prey didn’t just roll over.
He stopped well within Colby’s personal space, still grinning, using his slight height advantage to make the other man look up, flustering him despite how Colby was trying to keep his expression blank. It was a good effort and might even have convinced someone other than Ian, but unfortunately for Colby, it just spurred Ian on in his own efforts to break that cool façade.
It made him flash back to earlier in the day, when he’d first grabbed Colby and used him as a shield against Don and David. He’d felt the tension in the body held against his own, but Colby’s voice and what Ian could see of his expression had been calm as he almost casually told Eppes to take the shot, even if he had to shoot Colby to get to Ian. Well, Ian had a better advantage now - no one was being held at gunpoint and Colby still had that erection, which leant credence to the idea that Ian was the cause of it.
Testing his theory boldly, he reached out and ran the back of his fingers lightly over Colby’s groin. “Is that for me?” he purred.
The next thing he knew, he was stumbling back from Colby, tasting blood from his newly-split lip. He probed the injury with his tongue, wiped the little bit of blood away with the back of his hand and grinned. He hadn’t seen that coming - he’d known Granger had muscle, but hadn’t realised he had that kind of speed. This was fun! This was what he liked about male partners: he always felt he had to hold back with a woman, no matter how strong and forceful she was, but a man could take whatever he could dish up and Colby was not only Army trained, but had been a wrestler during college. He could definitely take whatever Ian threw at him and could probably give just as good back. Ian did so love a challenge.
“What the fuck, Edgerton!?” Colby exclaimed. “Keep your damn hands to yourself. You don’t get to touch me after what you did!” He sounded pissed, but Ian noticed he didn’t step away and, if anything, the incriminating bulge had got bigger. To be fair, Ian’s own cock was well on the way to hardness, too.
“That implies I would’ve been allowed to touch you before that,” Ian pointed out, advancing again, though keeping an eye on Colby’s fists this time.
“In your dreams,” Colby snapped. It wasn’t very original, or convincing, and Colby’s slight grimace said that he realised it.
Still, it gave Ian an opening: “More than once, Granger.”
Colby faltered. “What?”
That moment of distraction was all Ian needed. He covered the last step, stopping with his chest mere inches from Colby’s, his hands lashing out to wrap around Colby’s wrists before he got it in his head to punch him again. He was looking for it, so he saw the hitch in the other man’s breathing, saw the way his pupils dilated wider than seemed possible when his fingers closed tight. He knew he’d not been mistaken.
Belatedly, Colby tried to wrench free, which led to a few delicious moments of struggling, until Ian managed to wrestle Colby’s hands behind him, pinned in the small of his back. They were both breathing hard now, standing so close that their erections rubbed together and Ian could feel Colby’s breath against his cheek.
“Let me go,” Colby demanded, but Ian had cracked his façade at last and heard a slight waver in his voice.
“Say that again and mean it and I’ll let you go,” he replied.
“Let me GO!” Colby said again, this time with a snarl that almost had Ian convinced.
“Better,” he taunted. “I might believe the tone of voice, but the fact that your eyes are so black you look stoned, the fact that you could break my hold if you really wanted to and the fact that this-“ he punctuated his statement by pressing his thigh between Colby’s, rubbing against the hardness there - “is still in full force, leads me to believe that you are quite happy where you are.”
He didn’t give Colby any chance at a comeback, because he decided if he didn’t kiss the man right now he might explode, so he leant in the last inch and proceeded to devour Colby’s mouth.
Colby clearly wasn’t quite ready to admit Ian had won this battle, because he tensed up and half-heartedly tried to protest and pull away, but Ian squeezed the wrists he still held and shoved his thigh harder against Colby’s cock and finally Colby gave in, melting against him with a loud moan.
The same sense of victory Ian felt when he brought down a fugitive surged through him, the same need to fuck someone in celebration. It was the first time both feelings had centred on the same person, however.
Ian growled, surging forward and crowding Colby back a few paces ‘til he hit the wall with an ‘Oomph’. They narrowly avoided a shelf full of DVDs and Colby tore his mouth away from Ian’s. “If you break any of my stuff I’ll kick your ass,” he growled.
Ian huffed out a laugh. “I’ll be careful,” he said, then moved his mouth to suck at Colby’s pulse point. Colby approved if the little whine he gave and the way his head tipped to the side, exposing more of his neck, was any indication. Ian took up the unspoken invitation and nuzzled the skin, sucking, licking and nipping from behind Colby’s ear all the way down to the juncture between neck and shoulder.
Colby tried to pull his wrists free and Ian growled again, biting a warning into Colby’s neck. That earned him a sharp thrust of hips grinding their erections together and a moan, but that moan turned into a breathless chuckle as Colby said, “If we stand here holding hands all night, we’ll never get naked. Now let me go.”
He had a very good point and Ian stepped back slightly and prised reluctant fingers off the other man’s wrists. He had a moment to wonder at the feral look on Colby’s face before he was grabbed by the lapels of his jacket and their positions were neatly reversed.
Ian’s back hit the wall harder than was strictly necessary, not that he was complaining. Colby leaned in and took Ian’s mouth in a searing, but all too brief kiss, then he trailed his lips along Ian’s jaw to his ear and whispered, “You don’t get to have it all your own way.” He pulled away, kissed the tip of Ian’s nose impudently, then made a run for what Ian assumed was the bedroom door.
Ian blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. Who knew Colby Granger could be so playful? Then he laughed aloud and gave chase.
The apartment wasn’t large, so Ian caught up to Colby within moments, but the thrill of the chase was still there nonetheless and Ian relished it. Colby had made it within range of the bed, so Ian tackled him down face-first on the mattress and quickly straddled his hips to pin him in place. Colby struggled, nearly catching Ian with his elbow, before Edgerton managed to get hold of his wrists.
He wrestled Colby’s arms behind his back, just like a suspect ready to be cuffed, but Ian had enough lust-free brain cells left in working order to know that things would probably backfire if he tried to put cuffs on Colby today. Sometime in the future, hopefully, Colby would go for it, but Ian suspected if he tried it now he’d get a black eye to go with his split lip.
He wrapped one hand round both of Colby’s wrists, then leant forward, using his weight to stop the other man breaking his hold. He gripped Colby’s hair with the other and pulled hard enough to lift Colby’s head off the bed, bringing an ear into range. “Looks like I win this round,” he purred, before licking the shell and lightly biting the lobe.
Colby groaned and Ian felt the shudder that ran through his body. Ian liked that reaction, so he set about getting a repeat. He pulled Colby’s head a little further back, wanting him to feel it, but not be in real pain, he also shifted his weight enough that he could rub his aching cock against Colby’s ass, which got him the moan/shudder combination he’d wanted. Still, Ian hadn’t quite finished teasing Colby yet and he went back to whispering right into his ear.
“I’m learning such a lot of interesting things about you tonight, Colby Granger.”
“Yeah?” Colby said, sounding breathless.
“Yeah. I’ve learnt that you’re not nearly as vanilla as I’d imagined, that you like being restrained and that you don’t seem to have any problem with the fact that I want to shove my cock so deep inside that you’ll taste it and fuck you into next week,” Ian answered, managing to keep his voice steady by a massive force of will. It was fast approaching the point where he needed to get on with it or risk coming too soon. Judging by how Colby was writhing and whimpering at Ian’s words, he was right on the edge, too.
“Well, I’ve learnt that you’ve thought about me and sex more than once and that you talk a good game. You gonna put actions to words?” Colby challenged. “You gonna learn where the lube and condoms are and get your dick in me before we die of old age? And for the love of god can we please get naked now!?”
Ian was amazed; every time he thought he’d got Colby right where he wanted him, the other man came out with a snarky comment, or a surprise move. Laughing with genuine joy, Ian shifted to the side and released Colby. “Naked sounds damn good right about now,” he agreed.
Colby rolled onto his back, grinning at Ian, and began pulling his t-shirt off. Ian would’ve liked to uncover all that lightly tanned skin himself, but things had got to the point where time was of the essence and it was quicker to get their own clothes off.
So, Ian turned his attention to his own clothes, realising he still had his jacket on for heavens sake and, god damnit, he loved his combat boots - they’d seen him through several wars and 57 fugitive retrievals - but did they really have to have so much lacing to loosen?
He managed to get himself out of his clothes in under a minute, even with the boot laces, but Colby had had the advantage of fewer clothes and when Ian looked up from discarding the last item, his mouth went dry - Colby was lying on his back, legs spread wide, lightly jacking his leaking cock.
Ian stared for a moment, taking in the deceptively lithe, compact body. Colby was slightly shorter than he was, but Ian had felt the strength and power in him. He obviously kept up with the fitness training he’d had in the Army and hadn’t let himself go soft like some former military agents Ian came into contact with.
He returned to the bed, crawling up until he was leaning over Colby, hips snug between the raised thighs. He leant in close, as if to kiss Colby, but at the last second he stopped. “You gonna tell me where the stuff is?” he asked, lips brushing against Colby’s as he spoke.
“Top drawer,” Colby replied, tilting his head towards the right hand bedside cabinet. Ian leant across and quickly found what he was looking for, dropping the foil-sealed condom on the bed next to his knee and settling back between Colby’s legs with the lube.
Colby reached for the condom, but Ian knew that if he let the other man put it on him, that’d be it. “Better not,” he said and Colby stared at him a second before grinning and settling back against the pillows.
Ian popped the cap on the lube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.
“Start with two,” Colby said and Ian raised an eyebrow.
“You do this often?” he asked, a little surprised, because it paid to be discreet in their line of work. And a little jealous if he was honest with himself.
“With guys, no, but I do have fingers of my own,” Colby answered, wiggling the fingers on the hand that wasn’t still slowly running up and down his cock. Ian swore and wrapped his unlubed fingers tightly round the base of his own cock to stave off orgasm at the image in his mind.
Colby gave him a downright evil smirk and, taking him at his word, Ian retaliated by shoving two fingers into his ass. They both moaned and Colby’s didn’t sound like he was in pain, so Ian wasted no time pumping his fingers in and out of the tight heat clenching around him. He scissored his fingers, stretching Colby open, and twisted until he found Colby’s prostate. The howl of pleasure told him he’d found it and Ian hit that spot a few more times, only stopping when Colby gasped, “Stop, or I’m coming right now.”
Ian groaned, fast reaching the end of his own endurance. “Do you need any more prep?” he asked, sincerely hoping the answer was no and letting out a sigh of relief when it was. He snatched up the condom, using his unlubed hand and teeth to get it open, and carefully rolled it on, then he pulled his fingers out of Colby and lined up.
He pushed in slowly, more to stop his own orgasm than out of concern for Colby - if he said he was ready, Ian believed him. When he was fully seated, balls resting against Colby’s ass and the both of them panting like they’d run a marathon, he looked up and met Colby’s eyes.
They stared at each other for a moment and Ian felt a shift. The playfulness dropped away and left him with a feeling of rightness. This wasn’t a one night stand, it wasn’t a reaction to the adrenaline and the hero worship, this was something that could maybe go the distance and the openness of Colby’s face showed that he felt it too.
Ian basked in the feeling, staying still for as long as he could bear, which wasn’t very long at all. He pulled out of Colby’s body slowly and pushed back in at the same maddening pace. They both moaned and Ian fought the urge to close his eyes, desperate to keep the eye contact.
He built the speed of his thrusts as slowly as he could manage, balancing on one arm and running his free hand over the delicious body beneath him. Colby returned the favour, finally able to touch Ian and seemingly desperate to make up for the lost time. Colby’s hands were everywhere - tweaking his nipples, scratching down his back, running through his hair. Then hands grabbed his ass as he thrust into Colby, pulling him in harder than he’d intended.
Ian took the hint and sped up his thrusts until he was pounding into Colby, obviously hitting his prostate on every thrust by the way the man was reacting. Colby still had one hand on his ass and was thrusting up to meet Ian’s inward strokes, the other had moved up to grip the back of Ian’s neck tightly.
Ian was sweating, his heart was pounding and his breathing sounded like a steam train. He could feel the tingling at the base of his spine that said he was getting close and he wanted Colby to come first, so he gripped Colby’s cock and started pumping in time with his thrusts, gathering the copious amount of precome and using it to ease the friction.
He was amazed that Colby had lasted so long given that he’d already been on the edge when Ian arrived, but it only took a handful of strokes before Colby was yelling Ian’s name and throwing his head back in ecstasy as his cock exploded. Ian managed to keep jacking him through it for a few moments, but the rhythmic clench and release of Colby’s ass around his cock became too much and he yelled as his climax ripped through him.
He collapsed, completely spent, but managing to land with most of his weight to the side of Colby. They lay there, panting, for some time, but Ian finally found the strength and coordination to slip out of Colby and remove the condom. He tied it off and staggered into the adjoining bathroom, throwing the condom in the bin and wetting a washcloth. He cleaned himself and then went back out to wipe Colby down. He hurled the cloth back into the bathroom, feeling a little smug when it landed in the sink, then he collapsed back down beside Colby.
He wasn’t usually big on cuddling, but he wanted to be close to Colby, so he pulled on the other man until, with Colby’s sleepy cooperation, they ended up with their legs entwined and Colby’s head resting on Ian’s shoulder. They lay quietly for a few more minutes, then Colby lifted his face and gave a lazy grin.
Ian grinned back and Colby frowned, reaching up to run his fingers along the split he’d caused to Ian’s lip, which was probably starting to colour up well now. “I’m sorry about that,” he said, looking a little guilty.
“Nah,” Ian dismissed. “I’ve had worse and I deserved it.” He caught sight of Colby’s knuckles, which looked a little sore themselves. “Besides, it looks like I got my own back,” he said, capturing Colby’s hand and bringing the knuckles to his mouth, kissing them lightly. “You know you should never punch bone,” he added with mock disappointment.
“What can I say; you bring out the worst in me,” Colby retorted, spoiling it with a jaw-cracking yawn.
Ian chuckled, but in truth was feeling quite tired himself. He pulled Colby in for a short, sweet kiss, then they settled down for some shut eye. They still needed to talk, but Ian was a lot more confident about how that would go than when he’d first arrived at Colby’s door.
Just as Ian was about to tip over the edge into sleep, Colby whispered, quite casually, “In the morning, I’m going to fuck you in the shower.”
Ian’s eyes flew open and his breath caught. That promise was almost enough to get him going again right now, his dick giving a valiant twitch. At the very least it deserved some serious kissing, but when he tipped his head down to look at Colby, instead of the wicked grin he expected, he found the man was out cold.
“Bastard!” he muttered as his head dropped back onto the pillows. Sleep had deserted him and he lay there for some time, plotting his revenge, before he’d finally calmed down enough to join his new lover in the arms of Morpheus.
Being with Colby was clearly going to keep him on his toes, but that was exactly what Ian needed to keep him sane between cases.
END
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Aftermath (Part2)
Pairing: Colby/Ian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spoilers for ep 6x08 Ultimatum
Summary: Ian Edgerton has bridges to mend after taking Colby hostage.
continued from Part1
~*~
Ian followed Colby into his apartment with a bemused expression. He’d imagined several scenarios ranging from anger, to a punch in the face, to getting dragged inside and kissed soundly (though he admitted to himself that that last one was the least likely outcome). What he hadn’t expected, and so had no planned response for, was a panicked expression on a flushed face and a monotone indifference to his presence. The three things didn’t really seem to go together and Ian was intrigued.
He shut the door behind him and debated a moment then flicked the lock. He hoped to get things sorted out before he was thrown out and, if things went the way he hoped, he wouldn’t be leaving tonight.
He tracked Colby to the living room and his sharp senses took in the scene within seconds, cataloguing the half-eaten pizza, the empty beer bottles standing alongside two unopened ones, the smell of food and something else in the air. Colby was standing on the other side of the room, head tipped back as he drained another beer bottle. Ian allowed his eyes to roam over Granger’s body - the way his throat worked as he swallowed; the broad, strong shoulders; the narrow waist… the bulge in his trousers.
There was no one else in the apartment, of that Ian was sure, so the question became: was that for him or had he interrupted a little alone time? He allowed himself a feral grin; suddenly he had a plan, and it didn’t involve much talking. If he’d read the situation wrong, this could ruin any chance he had, but Ian trusted his instincts and wasn’t usually wrong.
As Colby set the newly-empty bottle on the table with the others, Ian stalked across the small space separating them. Colby straightened and watched him approach, holding his ground and narrowing his eyes, though Ian noticed that his breathing picked up and the tell-tale bulge was still there. Good; he liked it when his prey didn’t just roll over.
He stopped well within Colby’s personal space, still grinning, using his slight height advantage to make the other man look up, flustering him despite how Colby was trying to keep his expression blank. It was a good effort and might even have convinced someone other than Ian, but unfortunately for Colby, it just spurred Ian on in his own efforts to break that cool façade.
It made him flash back to earlier in the day, when he’d first grabbed Colby and used him as a shield against Don and David. He’d felt the tension in the body held against his own, but Colby’s voice and what Ian could see of his expression had been calm as he almost casually told Eppes to take the shot, even if he had to shoot Colby to get to Ian. Well, Ian had a better advantage now - no one was being held at gunpoint and Colby still had that erection, which leant credence to the idea that Ian was the cause of it.
Testing his theory boldly, he reached out and ran the back of his fingers lightly over Colby’s groin. “Is that for me?” he purred.
The next thing he knew, he was stumbling back from Colby, tasting blood from his newly-split lip. He probed the injury with his tongue, wiped the little bit of blood away with the back of his hand and grinned. He hadn’t seen that coming - he’d known Granger had muscle, but hadn’t realised he had that kind of speed. This was fun! This was what he liked about male partners: he always felt he had to hold back with a woman, no matter how strong and forceful she was, but a man could take whatever he could dish up and Colby was not only Army trained, but had been a wrestler during college. He could definitely take whatever Ian threw at him and could probably give just as good back. Ian did so love a challenge.
“What the fuck, Edgerton!?” Colby exclaimed. “Keep your damn hands to yourself. You don’t get to touch me after what you did!” He sounded pissed, but Ian noticed he didn’t step away and, if anything, the incriminating bulge had got bigger. To be fair, Ian’s own cock was well on the way to hardness, too.
“That implies I would’ve been allowed to touch you before that,” Ian pointed out, advancing again, though keeping an eye on Colby’s fists this time.
“In your dreams,” Colby snapped. It wasn’t very original, or convincing, and Colby’s slight grimace said that he realised it.
Still, it gave Ian an opening: “More than once, Granger.”
Colby faltered. “What?”
That moment of distraction was all Ian needed. He covered the last step, stopping with his chest mere inches from Colby’s, his hands lashing out to wrap around Colby’s wrists before he got it in his head to punch him again. He was looking for it, so he saw the hitch in the other man’s breathing, saw the way his pupils dilated wider than seemed possible when his fingers closed tight. He knew he’d not been mistaken.
Belatedly, Colby tried to wrench free, which led to a few delicious moments of struggling, until Ian managed to wrestle Colby’s hands behind him, pinned in the small of his back. They were both breathing hard now, standing so close that their erections rubbed together and Ian could feel Colby’s breath against his cheek.
“Let me go,” Colby demanded, but Ian had cracked his façade at last and heard a slight waver in his voice.
“Say that again and mean it and I’ll let you go,” he replied.
“Let me GO!” Colby said again, this time with a snarl that almost had Ian convinced.
“Better,” he taunted. “I might believe the tone of voice, but the fact that your eyes are so black you look stoned, the fact that you could break my hold if you really wanted to and the fact that this-“ he punctuated his statement by pressing his thigh between Colby’s, rubbing against the hardness there - “is still in full force, leads me to believe that you are quite happy where you are.”
He didn’t give Colby any chance at a comeback, because he decided if he didn’t kiss the man right now he might explode, so he leant in the last inch and proceeded to devour Colby’s mouth.
Colby clearly wasn’t quite ready to admit Ian had won this battle, because he tensed up and half-heartedly tried to protest and pull away, but Ian squeezed the wrists he still held and shoved his thigh harder against Colby’s cock and finally Colby gave in, melting against him with a loud moan.
The same sense of victory Ian felt when he brought down a fugitive surged through him, the same need to fuck someone in celebration. It was the first time both feelings had centred on the same person, however.
Ian growled, surging forward and crowding Colby back a few paces ‘til he hit the wall with an ‘Oomph’. They narrowly avoided a shelf full of DVDs and Colby tore his mouth away from Ian’s. “If you break any of my stuff I’ll kick your ass,” he growled.
Ian huffed out a laugh. “I’ll be careful,” he said, then moved his mouth to suck at Colby’s pulse point. Colby approved if the little whine he gave and the way his head tipped to the side, exposing more of his neck, was any indication. Ian took up the unspoken invitation and nuzzled the skin, sucking, licking and nipping from behind Colby’s ear all the way down to the juncture between neck and shoulder.
Colby tried to pull his wrists free and Ian growled again, biting a warning into Colby’s neck. That earned him a sharp thrust of hips grinding their erections together and a moan, but that moan turned into a breathless chuckle as Colby said, “If we stand here holding hands all night, we’ll never get naked. Now let me go.”
He had a very good point and Ian stepped back slightly and prised reluctant fingers off the other man’s wrists. He had a moment to wonder at the feral look on Colby’s face before he was grabbed by the lapels of his jacket and their positions were neatly reversed.
Ian’s back hit the wall harder than was strictly necessary, not that he was complaining. Colby leaned in and took Ian’s mouth in a searing, but all too brief kiss, then he trailed his lips along Ian’s jaw to his ear and whispered, “You don’t get to have it all your own way.” He pulled away, kissed the tip of Ian’s nose impudently, then made a run for what Ian assumed was the bedroom door.
Ian blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. Who knew Colby Granger could be so playful? Then he laughed aloud and gave chase.
The apartment wasn’t large, so Ian caught up to Colby within moments, but the thrill of the chase was still there nonetheless and Ian relished it. Colby had made it within range of the bed, so Ian tackled him down face-first on the mattress and quickly straddled his hips to pin him in place. Colby struggled, nearly catching Ian with his elbow, before Edgerton managed to get hold of his wrists.
He wrestled Colby’s arms behind his back, just like a suspect ready to be cuffed, but Ian had enough lust-free brain cells left in working order to know that things would probably backfire if he tried to put cuffs on Colby today. Sometime in the future, hopefully, Colby would go for it, but Ian suspected if he tried it now he’d get a black eye to go with his split lip.
He wrapped one hand round both of Colby’s wrists, then leant forward, using his weight to stop the other man breaking his hold. He gripped Colby’s hair with the other and pulled hard enough to lift Colby’s head off the bed, bringing an ear into range. “Looks like I win this round,” he purred, before licking the shell and lightly biting the lobe.
Colby groaned and Ian felt the shudder that ran through his body. Ian liked that reaction, so he set about getting a repeat. He pulled Colby’s head a little further back, wanting him to feel it, but not be in real pain, he also shifted his weight enough that he could rub his aching cock against Colby’s ass, which got him the moan/shudder combination he’d wanted. Still, Ian hadn’t quite finished teasing Colby yet and he went back to whispering right into his ear.
“I’m learning such a lot of interesting things about you tonight, Colby Granger.”
“Yeah?” Colby said, sounding breathless.
“Yeah. I’ve learnt that you’re not nearly as vanilla as I’d imagined, that you like being restrained and that you don’t seem to have any problem with the fact that I want to shove my cock so deep inside that you’ll taste it and fuck you into next week,” Ian answered, managing to keep his voice steady by a massive force of will. It was fast approaching the point where he needed to get on with it or risk coming too soon. Judging by how Colby was writhing and whimpering at Ian’s words, he was right on the edge, too.
“Well, I’ve learnt that you’ve thought about me and sex more than once and that you talk a good game. You gonna put actions to words?” Colby challenged. “You gonna learn where the lube and condoms are and get your dick in me before we die of old age? And for the love of god can we please get naked now!?”
Ian was amazed; every time he thought he’d got Colby right where he wanted him, the other man came out with a snarky comment, or a surprise move. Laughing with genuine joy, Ian shifted to the side and released Colby. “Naked sounds damn good right about now,” he agreed.
Colby rolled onto his back, grinning at Ian, and began pulling his t-shirt off. Ian would’ve liked to uncover all that lightly tanned skin himself, but things had got to the point where time was of the essence and it was quicker to get their own clothes off.
So, Ian turned his attention to his own clothes, realising he still had his jacket on for heavens sake and, god damnit, he loved his combat boots - they’d seen him through several wars and 57 fugitive retrievals - but did they really have to have so much lacing to loosen?
He managed to get himself out of his clothes in under a minute, even with the boot laces, but Colby had had the advantage of fewer clothes and when Ian looked up from discarding the last item, his mouth went dry - Colby was lying on his back, legs spread wide, lightly jacking his leaking cock.
Ian stared for a moment, taking in the deceptively lithe, compact body. Colby was slightly shorter than he was, but Ian had felt the strength and power in him. He obviously kept up with the fitness training he’d had in the Army and hadn’t let himself go soft like some former military agents Ian came into contact with.
He returned to the bed, crawling up until he was leaning over Colby, hips snug between the raised thighs. He leant in close, as if to kiss Colby, but at the last second he stopped. “You gonna tell me where the stuff is?” he asked, lips brushing against Colby’s as he spoke.
“Top drawer,” Colby replied, tilting his head towards the right hand bedside cabinet. Ian leant across and quickly found what he was looking for, dropping the foil-sealed condom on the bed next to his knee and settling back between Colby’s legs with the lube.
Colby reached for the condom, but Ian knew that if he let the other man put it on him, that’d be it. “Better not,” he said and Colby stared at him a second before grinning and settling back against the pillows.
Ian popped the cap on the lube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.
“Start with two,” Colby said and Ian raised an eyebrow.
“You do this often?” he asked, a little surprised, because it paid to be discreet in their line of work. And a little jealous if he was honest with himself.
“With guys, no, but I do have fingers of my own,” Colby answered, wiggling the fingers on the hand that wasn’t still slowly running up and down his cock. Ian swore and wrapped his unlubed fingers tightly round the base of his own cock to stave off orgasm at the image in his mind.
Colby gave him a downright evil smirk and, taking him at his word, Ian retaliated by shoving two fingers into his ass. They both moaned and Colby’s didn’t sound like he was in pain, so Ian wasted no time pumping his fingers in and out of the tight heat clenching around him. He scissored his fingers, stretching Colby open, and twisted until he found Colby’s prostate. The howl of pleasure told him he’d found it and Ian hit that spot a few more times, only stopping when Colby gasped, “Stop, or I’m coming right now.”
Ian groaned, fast reaching the end of his own endurance. “Do you need any more prep?” he asked, sincerely hoping the answer was no and letting out a sigh of relief when it was. He snatched up the condom, using his unlubed hand and teeth to get it open, and carefully rolled it on, then he pulled his fingers out of Colby and lined up.
He pushed in slowly, more to stop his own orgasm than out of concern for Colby - if he said he was ready, Ian believed him. When he was fully seated, balls resting against Colby’s ass and the both of them panting like they’d run a marathon, he looked up and met Colby’s eyes.
They stared at each other for a moment and Ian felt a shift. The playfulness dropped away and left him with a feeling of rightness. This wasn’t a one night stand, it wasn’t a reaction to the adrenaline and the hero worship, this was something that could maybe go the distance and the openness of Colby’s face showed that he felt it too.
Ian basked in the feeling, staying still for as long as he could bear, which wasn’t very long at all. He pulled out of Colby’s body slowly and pushed back in at the same maddening pace. They both moaned and Ian fought the urge to close his eyes, desperate to keep the eye contact.
He built the speed of his thrusts as slowly as he could manage, balancing on one arm and running his free hand over the delicious body beneath him. Colby returned the favour, finally able to touch Ian and seemingly desperate to make up for the lost time. Colby’s hands were everywhere - tweaking his nipples, scratching down his back, running through his hair. Then hands grabbed his ass as he thrust into Colby, pulling him in harder than he’d intended.
Ian took the hint and sped up his thrusts until he was pounding into Colby, obviously hitting his prostate on every thrust by the way the man was reacting. Colby still had one hand on his ass and was thrusting up to meet Ian’s inward strokes, the other had moved up to grip the back of Ian’s neck tightly.
Ian was sweating, his heart was pounding and his breathing sounded like a steam train. He could feel the tingling at the base of his spine that said he was getting close and he wanted Colby to come first, so he gripped Colby’s cock and started pumping in time with his thrusts, gathering the copious amount of precome and using it to ease the friction.
He was amazed that Colby had lasted so long given that he’d already been on the edge when Ian arrived, but it only took a handful of strokes before Colby was yelling Ian’s name and throwing his head back in ecstasy as his cock exploded. Ian managed to keep jacking him through it for a few moments, but the rhythmic clench and release of Colby’s ass around his cock became too much and he yelled as his climax ripped through him.
He collapsed, completely spent, but managing to land with most of his weight to the side of Colby. They lay there, panting, for some time, but Ian finally found the strength and coordination to slip out of Colby and remove the condom. He tied it off and staggered into the adjoining bathroom, throwing the condom in the bin and wetting a washcloth. He cleaned himself and then went back out to wipe Colby down. He hurled the cloth back into the bathroom, feeling a little smug when it landed in the sink, then he collapsed back down beside Colby.
He wasn’t usually big on cuddling, but he wanted to be close to Colby, so he pulled on the other man until, with Colby’s sleepy cooperation, they ended up with their legs entwined and Colby’s head resting on Ian’s shoulder. They lay quietly for a few more minutes, then Colby lifted his face and gave a lazy grin.
Ian grinned back and Colby frowned, reaching up to run his fingers along the split he’d caused to Ian’s lip, which was probably starting to colour up well now. “I’m sorry about that,” he said, looking a little guilty.
“Nah,” Ian dismissed. “I’ve had worse and I deserved it.” He caught sight of Colby’s knuckles, which looked a little sore themselves. “Besides, it looks like I got my own back,” he said, capturing Colby’s hand and bringing the knuckles to his mouth, kissing them lightly. “You know you should never punch bone,” he added with mock disappointment.
“What can I say; you bring out the worst in me,” Colby retorted, spoiling it with a jaw-cracking yawn.
Ian chuckled, but in truth was feeling quite tired himself. He pulled Colby in for a short, sweet kiss, then they settled down for some shut eye. They still needed to talk, but Ian was a lot more confident about how that would go than when he’d first arrived at Colby’s door.
Just as Ian was about to tip over the edge into sleep, Colby whispered, quite casually, “In the morning, I’m going to fuck you in the shower.”
Ian’s eyes flew open and his breath caught. That promise was almost enough to get him going again right now, his dick giving a valiant twitch. At the very least it deserved some serious kissing, but when he tipped his head down to look at Colby, instead of the wicked grin he expected, he found the man was out cold.
“Bastard!” he muttered as his head dropped back onto the pillows. Sleep had deserted him and he lay there for some time, plotting his revenge, before he’d finally calmed down enough to join his new lover in the arms of Morpheus.
Being with Colby was clearly going to keep him on his toes, but that was exactly what Ian needed to keep him sane between cases.
END