Fic for rillalicious
Recipient: rillalicious
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Taking Care
Pairing: Ian/Colby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild D/s, Spoilers for Sniper Zero and Judgment Call
Summary: Ian knows what Colby needs after a bad day on the job.
Author's Note: Thanks to my betas
Taking Care
Colby stared at the form in front of him, the letters dancing in front of his eyes. He knew he should fill it in, finish the paperwork, but he couldn’t. Didn’t know what to say, didn’t have the words to describe the horror of the past three weeks.
Colby knew, intellectually, that there were bad people in the world. Had grown up with Father Tom’s rants about saints and sinners every Friday, wasn’t so sheltered that he didn’t know that some people were just plain disturbed. Still, some of the things he saw in this job made him sick.
Children. They had been children. Little girls, seven of them, kidnapped and tortured for days before being killed slowly and painfully. They had stopped the bastard before he could make it eight, thank God. But Colby couldn’t get the images out of his head. He’d seen torture before, been tortured himself, but the sheer brutality of the bastard they’d been after had shocked even him. The bastard they were after raped and murdered little girls, but not before he took their eyes for souvenirs. While they were still alive.
Seven. Seven beautiful little girls who’d never grow up to be amazing women. Seven little girls who’d never get asked out on a first date, never make honour roll or the track team, never go to prom or graduate college or get married or have little girls of their own. The crime scene photos were bad enough, but somehow they’d also ended up with a stack of photos of the girls before they’d been kidnapped. Ruby at her seventh birthday party and Amy at dance recital and Jen singing and Lizzie carefully frosting cookies. Colby rubbed his hands against suddenly stinging eyes.
He nearly jumped as a hand came down on his shoulder, relaxing when he realized it was Ian.
“Hey,” Colby said. Ian hadn’t been with them on this case, and Colby was grateful for that.
“Hey, soldier,” Ian said. “Ready to go?”
Colby shook his head. “I still have paperwork.”
“Do it tomorrow,” Ian replied.
“I can’t,” Colby said. “I have to finish, I need...”
“You need a break,” Ian replied. “Don texted me. You guys wrapped at seven, it’s half past eleven and you’re still here.”
Colby shook his head. “I need to finish this, I...”
“Cole.” There was a note in Ian’s voice, one that had Colby scrambling to shut his computer down and gather his things even as a small part of him breathed a sigh of quiet relief.
Ian was here. He’d make things better.
**********
Ian took one look at Colby and knew Don had been right to call him. His soldier boy was in a bad way.
Ian sighed. He couldn’t blame Colby, really. This had been a hell of a case, and Colby always took it hard when there were kids involved. And considering just what had been done to those poor children, it was unsurprising that Colby’d reacted the way he had.
Ian stopped for a moment in the doorway to the bullpen. Colby was hunched over his computer, staring unseeing at the screen. His face was drawn, his expression haggard.
Yup.
Colby needed help.
Luckily, Ian knew just what to do to make him feel better.
**********
Ian undressed Colby, slowly, almost reverently, before taking his own clothes off and leading them both to the bathroom. By this time, the bath had filled, the small room filled with the aroma of whatever spicy bath bomb Ian had dropped in.
“Get in, soldier,” Ian said, and Colby complied, a soft sigh escaping him as he sank into the water. He hadn’t realized how damn sore he was until the heat started to act on his muscles.
Ian followed him into the bath, kneeling next to Colby, a bar of soap and a washcloth in his hands. Colby moved to take it from him, but Ian shook his head. “No. Let me.”
Colby nodded and let Ian bathe him. Ian lathered his entire body in slow, easy strokes before switching to the washcloth, again moving in a slow, mesmerizing rhythm. Colby closed his eyes and let the sensations watch over him. It felt like Ian was sloughing the case off him, sloughing away memories of blue-eyed little girls and blood-stained knives, until all that was left was blankness. Ian cleaned him thoroughly, his hands ghosting soft over Colby’s body, calloused fingers gentle on Colby’s skin.
Once the water had cooled and he’d started to become pruney, Ian told him to get out of the tub. Colby stood while Ian toweled him off, finishing up with a possessive squeeze of his hip.
“Wait here,” he said.
Colby nodded, wondering what Ian had in mind for him. He hoped it was what he thought it was. He needed to get out of his head, needed the release only Ian could give him.
He clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head. As much as he would have liked to see what Ian was up to, his lover had told him to wait, and if there was one thing Colby knew how to do, it was to follow orders.
Some time later, Ian returned. He smiled when he saw the way Colby was standing, hands clasped behind his back and head bowed.
“Good boy,” he said, raising Colby’s face to his for a kiss. “Now come on.”
Ian led him to the bedroom. Colby looked to the bed and his breath caught. Laid out on his bed were his collar and cuffs. Next to them were a bottle of lube and a butt plug.
Ian looked to Colby, a serious question in his eyes.
Colby nodded. He needed this. God, he needed this.
“Hold out your hands,” Ian said. Colby complied, holding out his hands so Ian could put his cuffs around his wrists. They were heavy, made of black leather and steel and lined with fur, a comforting weight on his wrists. Ian locked the cuffs into place before strapping on a matching pair of ankle cuffs on Colby’s legs. Then he stood and reached for the black velvet box that had lain beside the cuffs, flipping it open to reveal Colby’s collar.
Colby felt his breath catch again. Even months after he and Ian had taken their relationship to this level, the sight of his collar, proof of everything he was to Ian, still made his heart speed up.
Ian held out the collar to him, as he always did. Even after all this time, Ian still asked if he was sure, by gesture if not by word.
Colby nodded. He knew the drill. “Will you put it on, Sir? Please?”
Ian nodded, placing the collar around Colby’s neck. Like the cuffs, it was made of black leather with a steel clasp, warm and heavy against his skin. As Ian snicked the collar shut, Colby felt some of the tension drain out of him. He was safe now. Ian would take care of him.
Ian squeezed his hip. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” he said.
Colby scrambled to comply. He couldn’t resist a small smile when Ian squeezed his ass, the careless gesture more flattering than a flowery compliment.
He could hear Ian padding over to the bed, heard the snick of the lube bottle as it opened. A moment later, he nearly jumped as cool fingers touched his ass. Ian had done a thorough job in the shower, though, so it wasn’t long before Colby was squirming and gasping as Ian fucked him with three fingers. He managed to bite back a whine when the fingers disappeared, only to gasp out loud when Ian replaced them with a plug. It wasn’t a very big one, but it was enough to keep him on edge the rest of the night. He moaned as Ian gave it a twist. He could feel him smirking, damn him.
“Present,” Ian said, soft yet commanding.
Colby needed no further instructions. He dropped to his knees, head bowed and hands behind his back in a classic submissive pose, trying not to squirm as the plug shifted inside him.
“Good boy,” Ian said, and Colby had to fight not to preen at the approval in his voice.
“Thank you Sir,” he said.
“You’re welcome,” Ian replied. “Now, have you eaten?”
Colby shook his head. “I’m not hungry. Sir.”
“Let me rephrase that,” Ian said. “When was the last time you ate?”
Colby had to think about that for a minute. He’d had a granola bar for breakfast, but that was it. “Uh... 0800?”
Ian frowned. “You know better.”
Colby ducked his head. Ian was always after him to take better care of himself. “Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”
Ian waved a hand. “I’ll let it go this time. Now come on, up. Dinner’s waiting.”
“Sir...” Colby knew he was getting dangerously close to a whine, but he really wasn’t hungry.
“Don’t push me, Cole,” Ian said, that note in his voice again. “Now, up.”
Colby got up. Ian pulled him into a savage kiss before pulling back and taking his hand, leading him to the dining table. Ian sat down at the table while Colby knelt by his side, his knees on a blue silk cushion. They didn’t often eat like this, for practicality’s sake as much as anything else; their jobs meant it was a rare occasion that they actually had the time to sit down and enjoy a meal together.
For tonight, Ian had a tray of finger foods delivered from a local deli, all Colby’s favourites, little savoury spiced tarts and kebab rolls and mini brownies. He fed Colby with his hands, even letting Colby nuzzle and lick at his fingers. While normally this would have earned him a stern look or even a punishment, today Ian waved him on with an indulgent smile.
To his surprise, Colby found he was ravenous, and soon the plate of food was empty, Colby licking the last bits of chocolate from Ian’s fingers before leaning his head against Ian’s thigh with a contented sigh. He felt a lot better now that he’d gotten some food in him.
“Good boy,” Ian murmured, a hand carding through his hair, Colby leaning into his touch. Lord, he’d missed this.
“Come on, soldier, up,” Ian said after a while, and Colby had to swallow a moan as Ian’s hand left his hair. Instead he got up and padded after Ian, who led him back to the bedroom. He waited patiently, head bowed and hands behind his back like he’d been taught, while Ian rummaged around in the bedside drawer.
“On the bed, Colby,” Ian commanded, and Colby hastened to comply, arranging himself on the four-poster, hands reaching up for the headboard, his legs spread. Ian hooked a chain to his cuffs, threading it through the headboard, before cuffing each of his ankles to a post, fully restraining Colby. Colby tried testing his bonds, but like he’d expected, they didn’t give, both cuffs and chains far too solid for that. Ian gave his hip an affectionate squeeze before he reached for two long strips of black silk. Colby lifted his head so Ian could tie the silk around his eyes, the heavy fabric cutting off his vision, and again so Ian could gag him.
Once the blindfold and gag were on, Colby couldn’t help a moment of brief panic. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move, every instinct in his body was screaming danger, danger, get out, get away. He forced himself to breathe, to block out everything but Ian’s fingers moving across his skin, to anchor himself in the here and now.
**********
Ian stroked his hands down Colby’s body, softly, carefully, like a stable hand gentling a spooked horse, soothing the quivering skin under his touch until the tension eased from Colby’s face and he stopped struggling.
Once Colby had calmed, Ian set about slowly driving him crazy. He started off small, slowly running his hands up and down Colby’s skin, just touching him, slow easy sweeps of his fingers across Colby’s broad chest, his flat stomach, his powerful thighs. With each touch, Colby’s body began to react, his nipples hardening, his cock filling. As tempting as both of them were, Ian ignored them for the moment. As nice it would be to simply fuck that bubble ass, tonight Ian had other plans. Plans that involved driving Colby slowly crazy.
He leaned down and started to lick and kiss the gorgeous body beneath him, his hands still tracing absently over Colby’s skin. Years of being with him, of learning his way around Colby’s body, of learning how to drive him to the heights of ecstacy, meant that he knew all the secrets of Colby’s body, all the little things that drove him wild. A nip at the junction of his neck and shoulder, another at his collarbone. Ian’s calloused fingers tracing his hipbones, playing with his nipples, running gently over the delicate skin of his inner thighs, going tantalizingly close to the plug in his ass but never touching it, a delicious little whimper escaping Colby as Ian went close but no closer.
Colby moaned, biting his lip as he struggled against his restraints, his hips canted toward Ian, sweat trickling down his body as he gave it over to Ian’s control, gasps and grunts muffled by the silk around his mouth.
**********
Colby was dying. Dying of want and heat and need and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Ian’s hands were like trails of fire on his skin, his teasing touches pushing Colby closer and closer to the edge, his mouth the sweetest kind of torment. He squirmed against his bonds, trying to get more friction, more anything, but Ian was firm, giving him just enough and not more.
Colby tried to talk, but the silk in his mouth muffled the words. He gasped out what he hoped sounded like “Please, sir.” He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. He had a feeling Ian realized this as well, because his hands finally, finally went to Colby’s cock, dextrous fingers touching and stroking until Colby was on the knife’s edge, only Ian’s word keeping him from coming.
Ian seemed to understand he couldn’t take much more, because the next thing Colby knew, the plug was out and Ian had entered him in one smooth stroke Colby moaned. God, that felt so good. Ian inside him, filling him, filling all the empty spaces inside him. After what felt like an eternity, Ian began to move, slow at first then faster, until he was hitting Colby’s prostate on each stroke.
Colby thrust up to meet Ian, their bodies moving in perfect concert, in a rhythm old as ages, in and out, thrust and parry, pleasure mounting ever higher. Ian was everywhere around him, his mouth whispering sweet filth in Colby’s ear, gorgeous and take it and that’s it, soldier, his hands tangling in Colby’s hair, pushing Colby harder, higher, faster, until finally, he murmured, “Come for me, Cole.”
Colby, ever the good soldier, couldn’t disobey the order if he tried, come splashing white on their joined bodies, mind going blank as his body found release, soaring free even as he was held safe in Ian’s arms.
When Colby stirred, his restraints had been undone and he’d been cleaned up, only the collar around his neck to remind him of what had just passed between him and Ian.
Ian smiled at him, warm and content. ‘All right, Cole?’
Colby leaned over and kissed him. ‘Yeah. Thank you for giving me this.’
Ian stroked his cheek. ‘Thank you for letting me.’
Colby smiled and snuggled closer to Ian, his lover throwing a possessive arm around him as he settled Colby’s head against his shoulder. He didn’t know what new horrors tomorrow would bring, what new proof of the depths of man’s depravity would manifest itself in the days to come. But he knew that with Ian as his anchor, his soul shelter, he could find it in himself to weather just about any storm.
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Taking Care
Pairing: Ian/Colby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild D/s, Spoilers for Sniper Zero and Judgment Call
Summary: Ian knows what Colby needs after a bad day on the job.
Author's Note: Thanks to my betas
Taking Care
Colby stared at the form in front of him, the letters dancing in front of his eyes. He knew he should fill it in, finish the paperwork, but he couldn’t. Didn’t know what to say, didn’t have the words to describe the horror of the past three weeks.
Colby knew, intellectually, that there were bad people in the world. Had grown up with Father Tom’s rants about saints and sinners every Friday, wasn’t so sheltered that he didn’t know that some people were just plain disturbed. Still, some of the things he saw in this job made him sick.
Children. They had been children. Little girls, seven of them, kidnapped and tortured for days before being killed slowly and painfully. They had stopped the bastard before he could make it eight, thank God. But Colby couldn’t get the images out of his head. He’d seen torture before, been tortured himself, but the sheer brutality of the bastard they’d been after had shocked even him. The bastard they were after raped and murdered little girls, but not before he took their eyes for souvenirs. While they were still alive.
Seven. Seven beautiful little girls who’d never grow up to be amazing women. Seven little girls who’d never get asked out on a first date, never make honour roll or the track team, never go to prom or graduate college or get married or have little girls of their own. The crime scene photos were bad enough, but somehow they’d also ended up with a stack of photos of the girls before they’d been kidnapped. Ruby at her seventh birthday party and Amy at dance recital and Jen singing and Lizzie carefully frosting cookies. Colby rubbed his hands against suddenly stinging eyes.
He nearly jumped as a hand came down on his shoulder, relaxing when he realized it was Ian.
“Hey,” Colby said. Ian hadn’t been with them on this case, and Colby was grateful for that.
“Hey, soldier,” Ian said. “Ready to go?”
Colby shook his head. “I still have paperwork.”
“Do it tomorrow,” Ian replied.
“I can’t,” Colby said. “I have to finish, I need...”
“You need a break,” Ian replied. “Don texted me. You guys wrapped at seven, it’s half past eleven and you’re still here.”
Colby shook his head. “I need to finish this, I...”
“Cole.” There was a note in Ian’s voice, one that had Colby scrambling to shut his computer down and gather his things even as a small part of him breathed a sigh of quiet relief.
Ian was here. He’d make things better.
**********
Ian took one look at Colby and knew Don had been right to call him. His soldier boy was in a bad way.
Ian sighed. He couldn’t blame Colby, really. This had been a hell of a case, and Colby always took it hard when there were kids involved. And considering just what had been done to those poor children, it was unsurprising that Colby’d reacted the way he had.
Ian stopped for a moment in the doorway to the bullpen. Colby was hunched over his computer, staring unseeing at the screen. His face was drawn, his expression haggard.
Yup.
Colby needed help.
Luckily, Ian knew just what to do to make him feel better.
**********
Ian undressed Colby, slowly, almost reverently, before taking his own clothes off and leading them both to the bathroom. By this time, the bath had filled, the small room filled with the aroma of whatever spicy bath bomb Ian had dropped in.
“Get in, soldier,” Ian said, and Colby complied, a soft sigh escaping him as he sank into the water. He hadn’t realized how damn sore he was until the heat started to act on his muscles.
Ian followed him into the bath, kneeling next to Colby, a bar of soap and a washcloth in his hands. Colby moved to take it from him, but Ian shook his head. “No. Let me.”
Colby nodded and let Ian bathe him. Ian lathered his entire body in slow, easy strokes before switching to the washcloth, again moving in a slow, mesmerizing rhythm. Colby closed his eyes and let the sensations watch over him. It felt like Ian was sloughing the case off him, sloughing away memories of blue-eyed little girls and blood-stained knives, until all that was left was blankness. Ian cleaned him thoroughly, his hands ghosting soft over Colby’s body, calloused fingers gentle on Colby’s skin.
Once the water had cooled and he’d started to become pruney, Ian told him to get out of the tub. Colby stood while Ian toweled him off, finishing up with a possessive squeeze of his hip.
“Wait here,” he said.
Colby nodded, wondering what Ian had in mind for him. He hoped it was what he thought it was. He needed to get out of his head, needed the release only Ian could give him.
He clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head. As much as he would have liked to see what Ian was up to, his lover had told him to wait, and if there was one thing Colby knew how to do, it was to follow orders.
Some time later, Ian returned. He smiled when he saw the way Colby was standing, hands clasped behind his back and head bowed.
“Good boy,” he said, raising Colby’s face to his for a kiss. “Now come on.”
Ian led him to the bedroom. Colby looked to the bed and his breath caught. Laid out on his bed were his collar and cuffs. Next to them were a bottle of lube and a butt plug.
Ian looked to Colby, a serious question in his eyes.
Colby nodded. He needed this. God, he needed this.
“Hold out your hands,” Ian said. Colby complied, holding out his hands so Ian could put his cuffs around his wrists. They were heavy, made of black leather and steel and lined with fur, a comforting weight on his wrists. Ian locked the cuffs into place before strapping on a matching pair of ankle cuffs on Colby’s legs. Then he stood and reached for the black velvet box that had lain beside the cuffs, flipping it open to reveal Colby’s collar.
Colby felt his breath catch again. Even months after he and Ian had taken their relationship to this level, the sight of his collar, proof of everything he was to Ian, still made his heart speed up.
Ian held out the collar to him, as he always did. Even after all this time, Ian still asked if he was sure, by gesture if not by word.
Colby nodded. He knew the drill. “Will you put it on, Sir? Please?”
Ian nodded, placing the collar around Colby’s neck. Like the cuffs, it was made of black leather with a steel clasp, warm and heavy against his skin. As Ian snicked the collar shut, Colby felt some of the tension drain out of him. He was safe now. Ian would take care of him.
Ian squeezed his hip. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” he said.
Colby scrambled to comply. He couldn’t resist a small smile when Ian squeezed his ass, the careless gesture more flattering than a flowery compliment.
He could hear Ian padding over to the bed, heard the snick of the lube bottle as it opened. A moment later, he nearly jumped as cool fingers touched his ass. Ian had done a thorough job in the shower, though, so it wasn’t long before Colby was squirming and gasping as Ian fucked him with three fingers. He managed to bite back a whine when the fingers disappeared, only to gasp out loud when Ian replaced them with a plug. It wasn’t a very big one, but it was enough to keep him on edge the rest of the night. He moaned as Ian gave it a twist. He could feel him smirking, damn him.
“Present,” Ian said, soft yet commanding.
Colby needed no further instructions. He dropped to his knees, head bowed and hands behind his back in a classic submissive pose, trying not to squirm as the plug shifted inside him.
“Good boy,” Ian said, and Colby had to fight not to preen at the approval in his voice.
“Thank you Sir,” he said.
“You’re welcome,” Ian replied. “Now, have you eaten?”
Colby shook his head. “I’m not hungry. Sir.”
“Let me rephrase that,” Ian said. “When was the last time you ate?”
Colby had to think about that for a minute. He’d had a granola bar for breakfast, but that was it. “Uh... 0800?”
Ian frowned. “You know better.”
Colby ducked his head. Ian was always after him to take better care of himself. “Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”
Ian waved a hand. “I’ll let it go this time. Now come on, up. Dinner’s waiting.”
“Sir...” Colby knew he was getting dangerously close to a whine, but he really wasn’t hungry.
“Don’t push me, Cole,” Ian said, that note in his voice again. “Now, up.”
Colby got up. Ian pulled him into a savage kiss before pulling back and taking his hand, leading him to the dining table. Ian sat down at the table while Colby knelt by his side, his knees on a blue silk cushion. They didn’t often eat like this, for practicality’s sake as much as anything else; their jobs meant it was a rare occasion that they actually had the time to sit down and enjoy a meal together.
For tonight, Ian had a tray of finger foods delivered from a local deli, all Colby’s favourites, little savoury spiced tarts and kebab rolls and mini brownies. He fed Colby with his hands, even letting Colby nuzzle and lick at his fingers. While normally this would have earned him a stern look or even a punishment, today Ian waved him on with an indulgent smile.
To his surprise, Colby found he was ravenous, and soon the plate of food was empty, Colby licking the last bits of chocolate from Ian’s fingers before leaning his head against Ian’s thigh with a contented sigh. He felt a lot better now that he’d gotten some food in him.
“Good boy,” Ian murmured, a hand carding through his hair, Colby leaning into his touch. Lord, he’d missed this.
“Come on, soldier, up,” Ian said after a while, and Colby had to swallow a moan as Ian’s hand left his hair. Instead he got up and padded after Ian, who led him back to the bedroom. He waited patiently, head bowed and hands behind his back like he’d been taught, while Ian rummaged around in the bedside drawer.
“On the bed, Colby,” Ian commanded, and Colby hastened to comply, arranging himself on the four-poster, hands reaching up for the headboard, his legs spread. Ian hooked a chain to his cuffs, threading it through the headboard, before cuffing each of his ankles to a post, fully restraining Colby. Colby tried testing his bonds, but like he’d expected, they didn’t give, both cuffs and chains far too solid for that. Ian gave his hip an affectionate squeeze before he reached for two long strips of black silk. Colby lifted his head so Ian could tie the silk around his eyes, the heavy fabric cutting off his vision, and again so Ian could gag him.
Once the blindfold and gag were on, Colby couldn’t help a moment of brief panic. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move, every instinct in his body was screaming danger, danger, get out, get away. He forced himself to breathe, to block out everything but Ian’s fingers moving across his skin, to anchor himself in the here and now.
**********
Ian stroked his hands down Colby’s body, softly, carefully, like a stable hand gentling a spooked horse, soothing the quivering skin under his touch until the tension eased from Colby’s face and he stopped struggling.
Once Colby had calmed, Ian set about slowly driving him crazy. He started off small, slowly running his hands up and down Colby’s skin, just touching him, slow easy sweeps of his fingers across Colby’s broad chest, his flat stomach, his powerful thighs. With each touch, Colby’s body began to react, his nipples hardening, his cock filling. As tempting as both of them were, Ian ignored them for the moment. As nice it would be to simply fuck that bubble ass, tonight Ian had other plans. Plans that involved driving Colby slowly crazy.
He leaned down and started to lick and kiss the gorgeous body beneath him, his hands still tracing absently over Colby’s skin. Years of being with him, of learning his way around Colby’s body, of learning how to drive him to the heights of ecstacy, meant that he knew all the secrets of Colby’s body, all the little things that drove him wild. A nip at the junction of his neck and shoulder, another at his collarbone. Ian’s calloused fingers tracing his hipbones, playing with his nipples, running gently over the delicate skin of his inner thighs, going tantalizingly close to the plug in his ass but never touching it, a delicious little whimper escaping Colby as Ian went close but no closer.
Colby moaned, biting his lip as he struggled against his restraints, his hips canted toward Ian, sweat trickling down his body as he gave it over to Ian’s control, gasps and grunts muffled by the silk around his mouth.
**********
Colby was dying. Dying of want and heat and need and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Ian’s hands were like trails of fire on his skin, his teasing touches pushing Colby closer and closer to the edge, his mouth the sweetest kind of torment. He squirmed against his bonds, trying to get more friction, more anything, but Ian was firm, giving him just enough and not more.
Colby tried to talk, but the silk in his mouth muffled the words. He gasped out what he hoped sounded like “Please, sir.” He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. He had a feeling Ian realized this as well, because his hands finally, finally went to Colby’s cock, dextrous fingers touching and stroking until Colby was on the knife’s edge, only Ian’s word keeping him from coming.
Ian seemed to understand he couldn’t take much more, because the next thing Colby knew, the plug was out and Ian had entered him in one smooth stroke Colby moaned. God, that felt so good. Ian inside him, filling him, filling all the empty spaces inside him. After what felt like an eternity, Ian began to move, slow at first then faster, until he was hitting Colby’s prostate on each stroke.
Colby thrust up to meet Ian, their bodies moving in perfect concert, in a rhythm old as ages, in and out, thrust and parry, pleasure mounting ever higher. Ian was everywhere around him, his mouth whispering sweet filth in Colby’s ear, gorgeous and take it and that’s it, soldier, his hands tangling in Colby’s hair, pushing Colby harder, higher, faster, until finally, he murmured, “Come for me, Cole.”
Colby, ever the good soldier, couldn’t disobey the order if he tried, come splashing white on their joined bodies, mind going blank as his body found release, soaring free even as he was held safe in Ian’s arms.
When Colby stirred, his restraints had been undone and he’d been cleaned up, only the collar around his neck to remind him of what had just passed between him and Ian.
Ian smiled at him, warm and content. ‘All right, Cole?’
Colby leaned over and kissed him. ‘Yeah. Thank you for giving me this.’
Ian stroked his cheek. ‘Thank you for letting me.’
Colby smiled and snuggled closer to Ian, his lover throwing a possessive arm around him as he settled Colby’s head against his shoulder. He didn’t know what new horrors tomorrow would bring, what new proof of the depths of man’s depravity would manifest itself in the days to come. But he knew that with Ian as his anchor, his soul shelter, he could find it in himself to weather just about any storm.