Irena Adler's Numb3rs Fan Fiction

Drabble: Just Some Math

Thu, 15 May 2008 16:02:41 GMT

Title: Just Some Math
Characters: Marshall Penfield, Colby/Charlie
Rating: FRK, PG
Summary: Marshall digs himself deeper.
Series: Irrational Fears
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Not my characters (except when they are), not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: Thanks to my (smirking) betas.

Just Some Math –

“Oof, hey!” Marshall complained, his nose jammed into the table. “Wait, wait!” He turned his head. “I’m unarmed!”

The gun was withdrawn then the metal puzzle plunked down next to Marshall’s face. He supposed that it could have looked like a weapon.

“What else do you have?” the man snapped. He reached for the paper that Marshall was still gripping in his left hand and Marshall noticed that the gunman incongruously had leaves on his sleeve.

“Oh, nothing,” Marshall said quickly. “Just some math.”

Still pinning Marshall easily to the table with one hand, the man looked at the page of notes. His eyes sharpened and Marshall realized that this meathead wasn’t as dense as he appeared.

“Just some of Dr. Eppes’s break-through work on cognitive emergence.”

“I wouldn’t say break-through,” Marshall snorted. “Rather pedestrian—”

The man twisted Marshall’s arm harder and Marshall squeaked in pain. He leaned close to Marshall’s ear and said quietly, “There are many military powers that would be thrilled to get their hands on Dr. Eppes’s work, especially as it relates to artificial intelligence and smart bombs.”

“Smart … bombs?”

“Stealing Dr. Eppes’s theories,” the man continued in a calm, matter-of-fact voice that sent shivers down Marshall’s spine, “Might even be categorized as terrorism.”

“Hey, wait, hold on, that’s crazy!”

His voice went even softer, “Crazy is how few rights you have if I decide you’re a terrorist. I’m sure they can find a nice comfy cell for you at Gitmo.”

Marshall shuddered, fully believing him.

A sound from the doorway made Marshall twist his head that way. Eppsie was standing there.

“Thank God!” Marshall gasped. “Eppsi—Charlie, tell this man that I’m not a terrorist!”

Charlie didn’t even look at Marshall, but rather looked past him at the gunman. “Okay, Colby, that’s enough.”

Drabble: A Mild Misunderstanding

Wed, 14 May 2008 15:19:48 GMT

Title: A Mild Misunderstanding
Characters: Marshall Penfield, Colby
Rating: FRK, PG
Summary: Marshall fails to freeze.
Sequel to: Irrational Fears and A Little Healthy Competition
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Not my characters (except when they are), not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: Thanks to my (snickering) betas. Yes, this has turned into a series...

A Mild Misunderstanding—

When the voice shouted for Marshall to freeze, he didn’t. He wasn’t used to people yelling things like that at him, so his first instinct was to turn toward the noise.

It wasn’t until he saw the gun pointed at his face that the meaning of ‘freeze’ percolated through his brain. He still didn’t freeze, but he did put his hands up.

“What? Wait!” Marshall stammered. “I’m a friend of Dr. Eppes, this is his office!”

The big blond behind the gun narrowed his eyes. He took one hand off the gun and unclipped a badge from his belt. He held the badge up but Marshall barely registered it, unable to tear his eyes from the barrel of the gun.

“FBI,” the man repeated. “I’m aware that this is Dr. Eppes’s office. How did you get in here?”

“Get … huh?”

“Breaking and entering into the office—”

“I didn’t break anything!”

“—of a professor known to work with highly classified material—”

“A Sudoku solver?”

“—could be interpreted as highly suspicious. Especially when you deliberately avoided the security precautions.”

“Security …?”

“Dr. Eppes is a highly valued asset to the U.S. government. Do you think we’d leave him unprotected?”

“He’s a mathematician, not some secret agent,” Marshall grumbled. “I don’t know why you would—”

“What were you looking for?”

Marshall managed a semi-casual shrug. “Nothing.”

“So what is that in your hands?”

“Oh,” Marshall said, realizing he was still holding Charlie’s page of notes, as well as one of Charlie’s metallic puzzles. “It’s just …” Without thinking, Marshall lowered his hands and thrust the items toward the man.

And found himself slammed face-down into a table, his right arm twisted behind his back and the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his neck.

Drabble: A Little Healthy Competition

Mon, 12 May 2008 15:41:05 GMT

Title: A Little Healthy Competition
Characters: Marshall Penfield, (Charlie/Colby)
Rating: FRK, PG
Summary: Marshall looks for material.
Sequel to: Irrational Fears
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Not my characters (except when they are), not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: Thanks to my (cackling) beta. Yes, there will be a sequel to this!

A Little Healthy Competition—

Grumbling to himself, Marshall shuffled through the papers on Eppsie’s desk. The man’s desk was as messy as his brain. Marshall found murder statistics, baseball box scores, and something that looked like an attempt to balance his checkbook.

Nothing that Marshall could use.

Dammit, where does he keep the good stuff?

Marshall was desperate—motivated to find some of the cognitive emergence work that had set the math world buzzing. He’d made a career of contradicting everything Eppsie published, but the annoying man was now wandering off into an area that Marshall had no skill—no interest in. Vague attacks were only interim, he needed to completely discredit this cognitive emergence stuff and get Eppsie back into set theory where he belonged.

It was convenient that Eppsie was one of the few important people working in his new field. Can’t take competition, never could. Marshall smirked to himself. Eppsie was always shocked when anyone didn’t fall over and worship his brilliance. That Marshall actually dared to question his work put Eppsie into a gratifying tizzy.

Now at a side table, Marshall examined an interesting page of scrawls until he realized it was some sort of Sudoku solve-all. Tossing it aside, he dug deeper.

And what was the latest on Eppsie? That he’d gone gay? Marshall sneered. Couldn’t take competition in that arena either. It could hardly be coincidence that Charlie had ‘discovered’ his new sexual orientation after Marshall had stolen his girlfriend, Amita.

He picked up something on cellular automata. Now this looks promising … Then a few pages below that he hit the jackpot – a sketching of ideas about how cognitive emergence research might be related to fields of study normally considered ‘paranormal’. Marshall couldn’t help a triumphant crow. Oh, I can ruin him with this …

“Freeze, FBI!”

Cotton Confession, Part 5

Sat, 10 May 2008 14:41:33 GMT

Title: Cotton Confession, Part 5 of 5
Pairing/Characters: David/Matt
Rating: NC-17, FRAO
Story: Cotton Confession - Matt and David spend the day together.
Part 5 - Full Confession
David extracts the details.
Follow up to: Cotton Stand-In and Cotton Confirmation where Matt borrowed one of David's shirts.
Word Count: 2283
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: Woo-hoo, I finished something! This takes place between Parts 9 and 10 of "David's Birthday Surprise", during the weekend after David and Matt finally got together. Thanks to my beta.

Part 5 – Full Confession

“Confess?” Matt groaned. “I’ll confess to anything – mass murder, the Kennedy assassination, Who shot JR – if you just let me come!”

“Wow,” David said thoughtfully. “You really get that turned on just by blowing me?”

“Are you kidding? Yes!”

David paused for a moment and Matt tugged David’s hands towards his crotch hopefully, but then David said, “Then you’ll like what I’m planning even better.”

Matt groaned again then sighed. “Okay, Agent Evil, what are you planning?”

“You’ll see,” David responded. “Now, I’m going to let you go. I want you to strip completely. No coming or I won’t fuck you again this weekend.”

“Cruel and Unusual Punishment!” Matt protested. Still, he started to carefully unzip and pull off his jeans. He managed to get undressed without triggering his orgasm, but his cock was still hard and aching. Whatever David has in mind better happen fast …

While he was getting his clothes off, David had gone into the kitchen and was now holding something in each of his closed fists. He opened his hands and Matt stepped back involuntarily. David was holding two pieces of ice.

“Look,” Matt said, backing up more. “I said I’d confess!”

“Stand still,” David said firmly.

Matt closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, but he stood still. He heard two thunks and then David’s ice-cold hands – though just his hands – closed over Matt’s aching cock and tightened balls. Matt shivered but felt his orgasm backing off. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

David was smiling oddly at him. He released Matt then brushed hair from Matt’s forehead with one cold finger. “You thought I was going to put ice on your balls and you just stood there and let me.”

Matt blinked at him. “And that means?”

“It means you trust me.”

Frowning, Matt said, “Of course!”

David chuckled dryly and gave Matt a light pat on the cheek. “Okay, now go into the bedroom and I want to hear all about what you thought about while you jerked off on my shirt.”

Matt flushed and headed into the bedroom. What had he been thinking about? He sat on the edge of the bed as David came in behind him.

“Well?” David asked.

“I’m trying to remember!”

David sat on the bed next to him, his fingers running lightly along Matt’s bare leg. “Was it about me fucking you?”

“No,” Matt flushed deeper. “I hadn’t gotten that far, even in my head.”

“Was I on my knees on front of you, licking your cock?”

Matt shook his head. “I think it was mostly about your hands … Yeah, I was sitting up in bed, pretending you were holding me and … stroking me.”

David smiled. He stood up and threw several pillows against the headboard. Climbing onto the bed, he leaned against the pillows and held open his arms. “C’mere, then.”

Ducking his head shyly, Matt crawled up the bed, turned around, and settled himself in David’s arms.

David hugged him tightly, kissing his hair. “Tell me more, baby.”

“I was wearing the shirt,” Matt said softly. “So I could pretend that your arms were around me.” He touched David’s arm. “But you could take off the shirt … if you want to. It was just a stand-in.”

“Good,” David said. Matt leaned up and David quickly stripped off the shirt and threw it aside.

As David sat back, Matt settled again into his arms, against his chest. “Skin is so much better,” he murmured.

David stretched out his legs around Matt. “Yeah.” He began to run his still-cold fingers over Matt’s chest. One finger traced the shape of the heavy pendant that hung against Matt’s collarbone. Matt hadn’t had it for long, but he already couldn’t imagine being without its weight.

“You agreed so easily to wear this,” David said. “Maybe it was because you’d already put your mark on me, so long ago.”

“Maybe,” Matt responded. “Or maybe I’ve just always wanted to belong to you.”

“I think it’s the reverse,” David said softly.

Matt smiled. “Yes, I’ve always wanted you to belong to me, too.”

David didn’t say anything for a moment, his fingers running over and over the pendant, then he seemed to shake himself. “So, in your fantasy, I just held you and stroked you?”

Matt flushed again, feeling silly, but said, “You also told me how good it felt to touch me and talked about what you were going to do to me, and I told you how good you felt, too.”

Relaxing, David laughed and Matt felt both the laughter and relaxation through his body. “My fuck-baby does like his dirty talk.”

“Yeah,” Matt said, “but just from you. It was … I just thought about your voice and your hands and your skin and, um, jerked off.”

“Mm,” David said, rubbing his goatee against Matt’s cheek. “I’ve got other good parts, too.”

“I know,” Matt said with a smile, snuggling back against David. “Very good parts.”

“So do you,” David said, drawing circles on Matt’s chest. “Who ever knew what a spectacular body was hiding beneath that lab coat?”

“Whereas I knew exactly what kind of body you had,” Matt said, rubbing his palms on David’s thighs. “No suit could hide it.”

“Hmm,” David said. “I’d much rather talk about you.”

“And I’d rather—”

David’s fingers brushed Matt’s nipples and Matt lost his breath. David pulled and teased Matt’s nipples to hardness as Matt panted heavily. Before David, no one had ever played with Matt’s nipples. Matt had never really thought about them, they were just landmarks on his chest, but David had brought out whole new sensations. With that and his ass, Matt felt like a teenager again, discovering sex for the first time.

One of David’s hands pressed flat against his skin and began circling downwards. As his hand wandered, David said, “When you danced, I remember how much I wanted to lick your tight abs. How I wanted to tickle your belly button with my tongue. Then you pulled off you jeans and boxers and showed that hiding-nothing thong. Then you really danced, with the martial arts thing.”

His fingers ghosted across the head of Matt’s cock. “God,” he said hoarsely. “You were fucking beautiful.”

“We-re?” Matt asked, his breath hitching with another light touch of David’s fingers.

“Are,” David corrected himself. “I’ve never seen you more beautiful than when you come.”

Matt made an incoherent sound as David’s touch got heavier. The hand that had still been tweaking Matt’s nipple reached out to the side and grabbed a lube bottle. One-handed, David squirted some of the clear gel onto his palm.

The gel, when David smeared it along Matt’s cock, was cold but quickly warmed with David’s two-handed attentions.

“I love touching you,” David murmured in Matt’s ear. “I love how you shiver and gasp and squirm against me.”

Matt smiled and squirmed more. Maybe he wasn’t making such a fool of himself after all, with his inexperience and strong reactions to everything David did.

“Oh God,” David groaned, then moved Matt away and adjusted himself. When David pulled Matt back, Matt felt the hard shape of David’s newly-hard erection against his tailbone.

“Damn,” David said huskily. “I feel like a teenager.”

“Me, too …”

“Sit up on your knees.”

Matt complied and then felt the wet touch of a finger at his asshole.

“You too sore?”

“No,” Matt said, pushing back against David’s finger.

David hesitated. “You sure?”

“Never too sore for you,” Matt said.

“Matt,” David said, taking his finger away. “I don’t want to ruin you for the rest of the weekend.”

Matt groaned and wiggled his ass. “I’m fine, really. You always take good care of me.”

“Better believe it.”

Matt breathed a sigh of happiness as David’s finger returned and David quickly stretched him. After Matt was relaxed and lubricated to David’s satisfaction, David slid on a condom. Then he took hold of Matt’s hips and guided him down. Matt sat down on David’s cock, burying it inside him. Feels so good, so good, so good. He leaned up and then sank down again, groaning at the pleasure.

“No, no,” David laughed. “Your fantasy, remember?”

“Fuck that,” Matt gasped. “Or rather, fuck me.”

“Trust me, baby,” David said, stilling Matt’s movements.

Matt grumbled but nodded. He couldn’t say ‘no’ to David when he asked that.

David shifted around until his bent knees were now in between Matt’s legs, with David’s pelvis rotated. Matt lay back against David’s chest and David’s chin rested against Matt’s shoulder. David slid his hands underneath Matt’s arms, across his chest and took a firm grip again on Matt’s waiting cock.

“You feel so good,” David murmured against Matt’s skin as he began to stroke Matt’s cock. “Inside and out.”

“Love you in me and all around me,” Matt responded, relaxing against David and just enjoying the sensations of perfect fullness in his ass and David’s perfect touch on his cock.

“What did you say when you jerked off?” David asked. “Tell me.”

“Just about you, David, how good you feel.”

David ran his hand up and over Matt’s cock, with a twist and a rub of his palm that was certainly not something Matt had in his masturbation repertoire.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” Matt moaned. “Love your hands, touch me, fuck me, please.”

Unable to reach any of David that wasn’t moving, Matt reached both hands out and grabbed hold of the sheets.

“David, hold me tight, make me come. You feel so good. Wanna shoot in your hand, so good.”

With the arousal of his words, the blowjob earlier and David’s cock stretching his ass, Matt was quickly again on the edge. The oncoming orgasm felt so much stronger for the delay.

David pulled gently on his balls, delaying things just another agonizing second.

“David, God, please, David!”

David released his balls and bit his shoulder. Matt’s orgasm was a white hot explosion. His body flailed as David held him tightly. His ass muscles clenched around David’s cock, driving him unexpectedly further, deep into the heart of a star.

When the supernova finally cleared from his vision, Matt realized he was still talking – or rather, vaguely word-like sounds were still coming from his mouth. He finished with an emphatic “Ngggh” and collapsed against David. His body felt rubbery and tingling.

David growled and, suddenly, Matt was flipped over and his face smashed into the bed. David took a tight grip on Matt’s hips and brought Matt’s ass up hard against his pelvis, again and again. His cock drove deep into Matt with each thrust. Matt quickly gave up trying to get purchase on the bed and just let David toss him around. His body still vibrated with orgasmic aftershocks and every stroke of David’s cock sent jolts of pleasure up his spine. He moaned and shook and wondered if it was possible to die of pleasure overload.

With a roar, David blasted himself inside Matt. As he pounded his orgasm into Matt’s pliant body, Matt whimpered with each slam against his prostate.

Finally, David began to tremble and slow down. He released Matt who sank to the bed on his knees and face. David stroked Matt’s back over and over while Matt tried to suck in oxygen through the bedding.

Over the noise in his ears, Matt could hear David saying, “Matt, baby, fucking amazing, love you.”

David’s legs were trembling harder and Matt heard him sit down hard on the bed. He stroked Matt’s back for another moment then turned Matt on his side so he could breathe better.

While Matt lay limply, David disposed of his condom, wiped Matt down, then pulled Matt into his arms. He scattered kisses across Matt’s hair and sweaty forehead.

Matt’s breathing eventually slowed to normal. He realized that they were lying with their heads at the bottom on the bed, but there was no way he’d have the energy to turn around, even for a pillow.

“God, I’m mush,” he mumbled.

“Me, too,” David said, settling Matt more comfortably against him.

They lay together for a while, Matt almost drifting off to sleep.

Eventually, David asked, “You gonna be up to playing basketball anytime today?”

“Maybe after an afternoon nap.”

“It’s still morning.”

“Okay, after a morning nap, then some carbo-loading, then some more fucking, then … Maybe tomorrow with the basketball.”

David laughed. “Baby, I’d love to fuck you into next week, but you’re gonna be too sore for more, at least today. But I promise that we can keep ourselves entertained with other methods.”

“Mm,” Matt said, cuddling close to David. “That sounds good. I brought clothes and stuff to go straight to work on Monday… If that’s okay.”

“Going separate into work on Monday, not even sharing coffee?”

“You don’t drink coffee.”

“You know what I mean.”

“C’mon,” Matt said. “Just let me know if it’s okay if I stay until Monday morning.”

David pulled a blanket up over them. “Baby, you can stay with me as long as you want.”

For a moment, Matt thought there might be sadness in David’s voice, but dismissed the idea. How could he be sad after the experience we’d just shared?

“I’m glad,” Matt mumbled happily and rested his cheek against David’s strong shoulder. He was looking forward to a long weekend with David – playing basketball, debating about comics, eating, laughing, getting to know David better, and of course, more sex. But as much as he looked forward to those things, he was supremely happy where he was at this very moment, in David’s arms, right where he belonged.

A (sigh) Personal Message

Wed, 07 May 2008 20:10:47 GMT

The pregnancy didn't end up being viable. The signs were there but I was hoping. Now I have to wait for my body to get with the program and realize that it really isn't pregnant. Then some recovery time. I will probably try again in July.

Drabble: Irrational Fears

Sun, 04 May 2008 15:47:07 GMT

Title: Irrational Fears
Characters: Charlie/Colby
Rating: FRK, PG
Summary: Charlie develops a phobia.
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Not my characters (except when they are), not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: Thanks to my (giggling) beta.

Irrational Fears—

“Why are we out here?” Colby whispered.

“No reason,” Charlie whispered back.

“Charlie, we’re hiding in the bushes outside your office!”

“Well, um, I thought I saw a rare butterfly.”

“A butter—Wait, someone’s in your office!” Colby reached for his gun.

“Whoa,” Charlie said. “It’s just Penfield.”

“Penfield?” Colby squinted at him. “As in Marshall Penfield, your nemesis?”

“I wouldn’t say nemesis …”

“So why are we hiding?”

“See, well … I’ve, uh … developed a deep phobia to, um, set theorists from Princeton.”

Colby folded his arms and leaned against the building. “I see. You’ve developed an irrational and unexplainable fear of set theorists.”

“From Princeton,” Charlie added. “Completely sudden and debilitating.”

“Nothing to do with how much he rattled you last time?”

“No ...”

“Or that recent editorial attacking your work in Cognitive Emergence as ‘Fluffy Math’?”

“It’s not even published yet and he’s already criticizing it!”

“Or that since you’ve last seen Penfield, you’ve ditched a girlfriend and gained a boyfriend?”

“Nothing to do with that. Though he’d find a way to criticize that, too.”

Colby eyed Charlie then moved a little closer to the window. “What is he doing in there, anyway?”

“Don’t let him see you!” Charlie hissed urgently.

“I think I can hide from a ‘set theorist’. He’s snooping around!”

“Probably looking for something he can rip apart in a journal article.”

“Maybe, but …” A slow grin spread across Colby’s face. “Do you ever keep classified material in your office?”

“Well, I try not to leave it there when I go, but occasionally, yes.”

“Your office door was locked?”

“I think …”

A wicked gleam shone in Colby’s eyes and he pulled out his gun. “Let’s see if I can cause Dr. Penfield to develop a few ‘phobias’ of his own …”

Thanks - (Another (had to) personal message)

Sat, 03 May 2008 00:05:15 GMT

Folks must be sick of me talking about myself, but I have to send out a big Thanks for all the Numb3rs Awards that I won! I'm rather overwhelmed! :) Thanks especially for the Series win and the Outstanding Author win. I'm especially tickled about the TIE between my Original Character entries for Will and Nena! Wouldn't want family dissention, now, would we? *bg* I'll do my best to live up to all the honors over the next year, and hopefully bring you lots more stories to enjoy!

Cotton Confession, Part 4

Thu, 01 May 2008 17:49:41 GMT

Title: Cotton Confession, Part 4
Pairing/Characters: Matt/David
Rating: NC-17, FRAO
Story: Cotton Confession - Matt and David spend the day together.
Part 4 - Unexpected Returns
Matt finally confesses.
Follow up to: Cotton Stand-In and Cotton Confirmation where Matt borrowed one of David's shirts.
Word Count: 1895
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: This takes place between Parts 9 and 10 of "David's Birthday Surprise", during the weekend after David and Matt finally got together. It'll probably be five parts. Thanks to my (ded) beta.

Part 4 – Unexpected Returns

Matt juggled the gym bag on his shoulder and the bigger gym bag in one hand and knocked on David’s door. It had taken him a lot longer than he’d planned to get back to David’s. He just kept thinking of things he wanted to take or to show David. Also he needed clothes so that he could stay over Sunday night as well and go straight to work on Monday. He didn’t know if David planned on him staying that long, but Matt wanted to be ready.

David opened the door, an odd expression on his face. Matt’s happy smile faded.

“Hi?” he asked.

“I didn’t expect you to be back,” David said, his eyes hooded.

“I … thought,” he faltered. Had he completely misread the situation? “Didn’t you …” David hadn’t wanted him to come back after all. He’d gotten what he wanted. Matt flushed. “Oh, I feel like an idiot.”

He started to turn away but David reached out and grabbed him.

“Don’t go,” David said quietly.

Matt’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, but he let David tug him inside. David shut the door, took the bags from Matt and set them aside. Then he yanked Matt into a hard hug.

“Oof!” Matt hugged him back, half-laughing. “That’s more like it.” He pulled away far enough to see David’s face. “Now, why would you think I wasn’t coming back?”

David gave a one-shouldered shrug.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Matt said firmly. “You don’t shrug away personal stuff with me, remember?”

David’s lips quirked slightly and Matt pressed his advantage. “C’mon, ‘fess up to your fuck-baby.”

David gave him a wry snort. “That’s part of it – I thought you got scared off when I talked about you fucking me.”

“Yeah,” Matt shuddered. “But, let’s just not talk about it again, okay? Problem solved.”

“I see,” David said dryly. “But I know that there’s something you’ve been trying to tell me all morning, but haven’t gotten the nerve to. I figured that it was …”

“What?”

David extracted himself from Matt’s arms and walked over to the couch. He sat down and, without looking at Matt, said, “I figured that in the cold light of day, you’d come to your senses and realize that it was all sex, after all. That, as you keep saying, you’re not gay and this, with me, makes no sense. Maybe we’d have an awkward Monday at work, but I’d never be with you again.”

Matt groaned and hurried to David’s side. He crouched in front of David, taking his hands. “Monday’s going to be awkward because I’m going to have to pretend that I’m not totally crazy about you. I’m going to have to behave like a professional, instead of grabbing you and kissing you.” Matt lifted David’s chin so that he was forced to meet Matt’s eyes. “I may be confused by all the rest of it, but I know one thing with absolute certainty – I love you.”

Closing his eyes, David sighed deeply. “I love you, too, Matt, but how long are you going to—”

“Wait!” Matt jumped up. “You think that this is just a short term thing? Let me show you!”

Matt opened one of his bags and dug through clothing, bathroom supplies and comic books. He found the little portable black light he’d stuck in there and held it up in triumph.

Hurrying around, Matt turned off the overhead light and turned on the black light. David eyed him with a confused expression. Matt came closer to David and shone the black light against his shirt.

Spots fluoresced on David’s shirt and he frowned. “What?”

“Remember a few months ago when you lost this shirt and someone returned it with a note?”

“Uh, a long time ago …”

“Well, it was me, and I didn’t take it ‘by mistake,’ I stole it.”

David blinked at him. “It really is your favorite.”

“It is. You always look so sexy in it.”

David took the black light from Matt and shone it over the front of the shirt. “So you took it home and … cut yourself and bled on it?”

“No!” Matt laughed. He tugged the shirt out from Matt’s waistband and pulled David’s wrist until the ‘M’ was illuminated. “Does that look accidental?”

“A ‘W’ – no, an ‘M’?” David looked up at Matt, his eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Matt said, his face flushing hotly. “I took it home and put it on and, uh, thought about you and jerked off.”

“Goddamn,” David said, twisting the shirt around so he could see the ‘M’ better. “You really … um …”

“I’ve been ‘into’ you for a long time,” Matt said. “Years. That isn’t just gonna vanish.”

“Years?” David said. “As in … years?”

“Um, yeah,” Matt said shyly. “I know that’s really weird.”

David slowly shook his head and turned off the black light. “Baby, you are totally redefining weird.” Reaching out, he pulled Matt onto his lap. “With you, though? Weird is very sexy.”

Matt grinned in relief, putting his arms around David’s neck. “I even tracked you down and shone a black light on you one day when you were wearing this shirt, just so I could see. Totally gave me a hard-on that I had to go take care of.”

“I think I remember that day,” David said with a thoughtful expression. “You were acting a little …”

“Weird?” Matt chuckled.

“Yeah.” He took Matt’s face in his hands. “My horny, weird lover.”

“Oh,” Matt said. “I like that – lover.” Leaning forward, he kissed David deeply, without any of the reservations that he’d had ever since David put on the shirt.

“Mm,” David mumbled against Matt’s mouth. “That’s better, that’s the man I fucked this morning.”

“And will again, hopefully,” Matt responded, running his lips over David’s face.

“I don’t know,” David said, but his voice was definitely playful. “You’ve committed serious crimes, you know.”

“Oh, really?” Matt said, rubbing his ass against David’s legs, hoping to distract David.

“Really,” David said. While he nibbled on Matt’s neck, he kneaded Matt’s ass with both hands. “Theft and Defacement of Federal Property, Distracting a Sworn Officer of the Law Going from his Duty, Jerking Off without a License …”

Matt giggled. “Oh, I’d love to apply for that license!”

“Nope,” David said. “You’re going to serve hard time for your offenses first.”

“Hard labor?” Matt asked hopefully.

“Getting harder by the second.”

“Oo,” Matt said, his hand sliding down David’s chest.

David grabbed Matt’s hand and his voice deepened. “On your knees, criminal.”

Matt went from warm to on fire in an instant. “Yes, sir!” He slid off David’s lap and onto the floor.

David stood up. Towering over Matt, David deliberately unbuckled his belt. “Hands behind your back.”

Matt complied and David wrapped the belt around Matt’s wrists and tied it tight. Matt’s breath started coming more quickly.

David then pulled his jeans and boxers off, but left on his shirt. Matt stared at the way David’s naked cock pressed against the waistband, making the shirt stand away from his body, the outline of the cock sharp against the cotton.

Sitting back down, David took a handful of Matt’s hair and yanked his head forward. “Blow me good and I might consider lessening your sentence.”

“Yes, sir,” Matt gasped and nuzzled David’s cock until he could free it from the shirt.

David kept his hand in Matt’s hair and Matt eagerly started his task.

He knew that he wasn’t that good at this – he was still figuring out angles and what to do with his tongue and how to keep his teeth out of the way. But he was working to build up a catalog of techniques, learning from David’s skill, and memorizing anything that Matt did that made David moan or twitch. The problem was that Matt would start out with good intentions, but as soon as he got David’s incredible cock in his mouth, smelled David’s unique musk, Matt’s brain would short-circuit. The mindless sucking and slurping creature he became must be far below what David was accustomed to, but Matt could only hope that, with repetition, he’d eventually be able to keep a few neurons firing when David’s cock filled his mouth.

David didn’t seem to mind Matt’s lack of skills. He stroked Matt’s face and murmured, “There you go. Good little felon, good little criminal. You have such a sweet mouth, makes me want to fuck your face.”

Matt gave an involuntary whimper.

“Yeah, criminal scum, you like that, don’t you … Me holding your head so you can’t move, my dick shoving down your throat.”

Matt nodded, he’d loved when David had done that before, though Matt was sure that David had gone easy on him at the time.

“No way,” David said, releasing Matt’s hair. “This is your punishment, so you’ve got to do the work.”

Matt nodded again, not minding at all. He rubbed his forehead against David’s shirt and his chin against David’s balls and did his best to make it as good for David as it was for him. He struggled against the belt confining his hands, wanting to touch more of David, yet was also turned on by his inability to do so. He’d never been into sexual restraint before, but he loved to submit to David’s strength, to David’s control.

Pre-cum burst on his tongue and Matt groaned with the promise of it. Like he had before, Matt only sucked harder when David gave signs he was getting close. Matt loved the intimacy of David’s orgasm pumping down this throat. He hadn’t hesitated, even the first time. It was monumentally stupid, when viewed from a rational point-of-view, but Matt had been unable to be worried about David giving him an STD. It was David.

David’s hands returned to Matt’s hair and flexed there, and Matt found some way to get another centimeter of David’s cock into his mouth.

David moaned but didn’t attempt to pull away, having learned by now how much Matt liked to swallow his cum. David began to tremble and jerk then, with a spine-tingling groan of release, shot his orgasm down Matt’s throat.

Matt milked David through his orgasm, drawing it out until David’s cock was soft and shrinking.

Only then did Matt gasp, sucking in breath like he’d been sucking in David. Matt’s own cock, still confined in his clothing, ached and throbbed. He shifted his position until he could press his groin against David’s leg. Just a few rubs then—

“Stop!” David snapped.

Matt froze. His cock felt like it screamed in protest.

“Stand up and turn around.”

Wobbling, Matt got to his feet. When he turned around, David untied his hands. Matt rubbed his wrists.

Standing up, David stepped close behind him and ran his hands down Matt’s arms. Wrapping his fingers around Matt’s chafed wrists, David said, “Pretty good, felon, I may just lessen your sentence after all.” He nuzzled Matt’s neck, coming perilously close to the spot that might be able to drive Matt to come anyway. Matt shifted to try to get David to nibble harder, and maybe release Matt’s straining orgasm.

David was too smart for him, though. He laughed warmly in Matt’s ear and said, “Provided, of course, that you make a full confession.”

A (Third) Personal Message

Thu, 01 May 2008 01:15:48 GMT

Thanks for all your thoughts and messages over the last couple of weeks. I'm feeling a lot better physically and things with the IVF are looking promising, but not definite. It'll be weeks before we know if we have a "sticking" pregnancy. That's Fertility Treatment for you - discomfort and wait, wait, wait! Now, back to the fic. (Okay, tomorrow, back to the fic. :D)

Cotton Confession, Part 3

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 15:07:15 GMT

Title: Cotton Confession, Part 3
Pairing/Characters: Matt/David
Rating: NC-17, FRAO
Story: Cotton Confession - Matt and David spend the day together.
Part 3 - Breakfast
Matt cooks for the two of them.
Follow up to: Cotton Stand-In and Cotton Confirmation where Matt borrowed one of David's shirts.
Word Count: 1147
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: This takes place between Parts 9 and 10 of "David's Birthday Surprise", during the weekend after David and Matt finally got together. It'll probably be five parts. Thanks to my busy beta.

Part 3 -- Breakfast

Matt was delighted to find that David had a reasonably well-equipped kitchen, much better than his own. There were gadgets and appliances that Matt didn’t even recognize.

“You must be a gourmet cook!” Matt said as David came into the kitchen.

“Not really,” David shrugged. “I just can’t live on takeout like other agents seem to. I have no idea how they chase down bad guys with how they eat. You find what you need?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, counting out eggs.

“Are you a gourmet cook?”

“Hardly,” Matt snorted.

“But you do cook,” David said. “Can’t say that about all single guys.”

“Mom made sure I could feed myself,” Matt said and carefully cracked an egg on the edge of a pan. “I cook simple stuff.”

“Like what?” David sat down at the little kitchen table and watched him.

“Oh, cheese quesadillas, stir-fry, grilled ham and cheese, crab cakes, toasted peanut-butter & jelly sandwiches--”

“Toasting’s not cooking.”

“Sure it is,” Matt replied, sliding some sliced peppers into the egg mixture. “Cooking is heat applied to food, which creates a chemical reaction. Toast isn’t just hot bread, it’s been chemically altered. I don’t know exactly how, whether a molecular—”

David laughed. “You are such a nerd.”

Flushing, Matt shrugged one shoulder. That hurt coming from someone he admired so much. He folded the eggs over to create an omelet.

Matt heard the kitchen chair scrape and David coming up behind him. David wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest.

“You better not consider than an insult,” David said warmly. “I love smart boys. The smarter, the sexier.”

Matt smiled, relaxing. David pulled him back against him and kissed his neck. Setting down the spatula, Matt turned around in David’s arms. He raised his face for David’s kiss.

David’s lips on his were warm and soft, his tongue as it slid between Matt’s open lips was leisurely and sweet. Matt kissed him back, tasting and memorizing his unique tang. David cupped Matt’s cheeks and they kissed for a long moment, enjoying each other without urgency or games. Matt felt a flush of tender warmth, somewhere in the vicinity of his heart.

“Baby?” David whispered.

“Mm?”

“Your eggs are burning.”

Matt squeaked and twisted around. He grabbed for the spatula, turned off the burner and took the pan from the stove. He groaned and poked at the scorched omelet. He wanted this breakfast to be perfect.

David laughed. “It’ll be great with Tabasco sauce.”

“Do you have Tabasco sauce?”

“Of course,” David said with dignity.

“I’m not asking you for Grey Poupon,” Matt chuckled. He cut the big omelet in half and David got out two plates.

“Hey,” Matt said, “Did I spot a copy of Captain Confederacy on your shelf?”

“Yeah,” David said, pouring two glasses of orange juice and sitting down at the table. “I wanted to judge for myself the whole racist controversy.”

“What did you think?”

“Haven’t read it yet,” David shrugged. “Been a little distracted.”

Matt grinned at him and sat down at the table. He served up the eggs, which weren’t too bad with the Tabasco sauce, and they quickly fell into a friendly debate about portrayals of Asians and blacks in comics and cartoons. As the eggs disappeared, the conversation wandered into favorite childhood comics and battles with siblings over those comics. David sounded like he hadn’t had much spending money, so each comic had been carefully chosen, and hidden the best he could from his brothers and sisters. Right in the middle of a story about his sister cutting pictures out of his brand-new comic, David stopped and smiled at Matt.

“What?” Matt said, wiping his chin in case he had sauce on it.

“Terry once told me,” David said, still smiling at Matt. “That I have a quota on personal conversation and that I used it up the first time I met her, by saying ‘Hi, I’m David Sinclair, from New York.’ Any other personal questions past my quota would be answered with a shrug. She didn’t even know I still had family until my sister-in-law called the office once.”

Matt raised his eyebrows. “Did you just … run out of your quota?”

“No, it’s crazy.” David shook his head slowly. “I don’t know if … You’re easy to talk to. Tell stuff to, stuff I don’t usually talk about.”

Matt beamed at him, thrilled that the reticent man would choose him to open up to. “I love to hear you talk.”

David’s lips quirked. “So it’s just my voice?”

“No! Not at all – I mean, I like your voice, I love your voice, but I’m not just listening to it, I’m listening to your words, your stories, but if you feel uncomfortable, like you might have told me too much, I can give you some horribly embarrassing stories from my past to even it out – Not that it’s a contest or a balance or anything, but –”

Laughing, David took his hand. “That’s another thing about you, you make me laugh more than I have in years.”

Matt beamed at him again. “I love your laugh.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re gonna hear it a lot.”

Matt leaned forward, entwining his fingers through David’s. “That’s just one of the sounds you make that I love. I’m looking forward to more of your … noises.”

“I do not make ‘noises’!” David said with mock offense.

“Oh yes, you do,” Matt said warmly. “Lovely, noisy sounds, mostly telling me how sweet my ass is.”

David grinned. “And all you say is ‘more’ and ‘fuck me harder’.”

“I never said I was original when I’m getting my brains fucked out my ears.”

David leaned even closer and murmured, “Maybe later today, you can return the favor.”

Matt frowned in confusion then he jerked upright. Was David seriously suggesting …? “No way!”

David blinked. “Why not?”

“Because, well, that’s a gay thing.”

David’s face tightened and he withdrew his hand. “And you’re not gay.”

“Right.”

“Just a straight guy who likes to get fucked by another guy.”

“Well,” Matt flushed. “It’s the thing now, you know, guys getting fucked – pegged – with dildos by their girlfriends. I just like it more … natural.”

David slowly shook his head. “I don’t get you.”

“You’ve had me lots of times,” Matt said then winced. “That sounded better in my head.”

“Must have,” David said.

There was an awkward silence.

Matt cleared his throat. “Umm, if you still want to play basketball today, I should go by my place and get some clothes.”

“Go ahead,” David said. “I’ll do the dishes since you cooked.”

Matt eyed him. “I’ll be back soon.”

David didn’t look at him, just picked up the plates. “Okay.”

Matt frowned, unsure, but decided the sooner he left, the sooner he could get back. He put on his shoes and let himself out of David’s apartment.

Cotton Confession, Part 2

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:47:43 GMT

Title: Cotton Confession, Part 2
Pairing/Characters: Matt/David
Rating: NC-17, FRAO
Story: Cotton Confession - Matt and David spend the day together.
Part 2 - Two Shirts
David and Matt get cleaned up and dressed.
Follow up to: Cotton Stand-In and Cotton Confirmation where Matt borrowed one of David's shirts.
Word Count: 1487
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: This takes place between Parts 9 and 10 of "David's Birthday Surprise", during the weekend after David and Matt finally got together. It'll probably be four or five parts. Thanks to my betas.

Part 2 – Two Shirts

“God, David, I’m not even sure I can walk!” Matt grumbled. “Let alone cook.”

David’s voice turned immediately concerned. “Are you okay?” He shifted Matt and slid one finger into Matt’s still stretched and lubricated asshole.

Matt groaned as arousal shot through his exhausted body. “Are you really trying to kill me?”

David’s finger pulled out. “Just checking for blood. Good, you’re clean.”

“Clean isn’t the right word,” Matt mumbled, waving at the cum now dripping off his stomach onto the bed.

David grumbled good-naturedly and wrapped Matt up in the sheet. “Up! Into the shower!”

No longer uncomfortably wet, Matt sighed happily and snuggled back up against David.

“Matt!” David chuckled. He leaned down and murmured in Matt’s ear, “Hot water, soap, wet skin …”

“Okay, okay,” Matt groaned and rolled off the bed. He sat blinking on the floor for a moment before climbing to his feet and stumbling to the bathroom. David came up behind him and pulled off the sheet. Tossing it aside, he nudged Matt to step into the tub.

Matt complied, leaning against the tile wall. His legs still felt like rubber. David stepped in after him and slid the shower door shut. He turned on the water and directed a spray of hot water at Matt.

Gently, he rinsed the cum off of Matt. Matt relaxed completely as David’s strong hands began to soap down his body.

“Matt,” David said with a warm laugh, “You’ve got to stand up.”

Matt leaned against David and murmured a negative.

“Okay, okay, sit.” David changed the water to run into the tub then opened the shower door. He stepped out as Matt gratefully slumped downwards.

Kneeling on the floor next to the tub, David asked, “You going to be like this every time?”

“Every time that you make me come twice in two minutes …”

“Hmm, yeah,” David said. “That was really hard on you.”

“No, you were hard on me.” Matt grinned, lying back and sinking into the rising tub water.

“You were begging for it, shamelessly.”

“I’m sure I was quite dignified,” Matt protested.

Smirking, David reached for a bottle of shampoo. “You want your hair washed?”

“Yeah. Come in here with me?”

“There’s no way I’d fit. Put your head under the faucet.”

Matt complied, soaking his hair. When he lifted his head again, he said, “We should go to one of those B&Bs with two-people jacuzzis.”

David, who’d been pouring shampoo into his hand, paused and eyed Matt. Matt flushed, realizing how impossible that fantasy was. That would mean being in public with David, as in with David.

“Why do you have shampoo, anyway?” Matt asked uncomfortably.

David gave him a small smile. “It’s for my scalp.”

Matt nodded and let David put shampoo in his hair. David lathered up his hair and Matt hummed in appreciation. He loved David’s hands. David maneuvered Matt under the faucet and rinsed his hair.

Sputtering a little, Matt sat up. “Okay, your turn.”

David raised his eyebrows, but Matt clambered to his feet and gestured for David to come back in. Handing Matt the shampoo bottle, David stepped into the water. Matt set the bottle aside and took up the soap sponge instead. He then, with great concentration, soaped down David. He delighted in gliding the sponge over every defined plane of David’s muscles, every dip and line of his body, even lifting up each foot for cleaning. Lastly, he kneaded shampoo into David’s slightly stubbly scalp. He turned the water to the removable showerhead and disconnected the spray arm. Slowly he rinsed every bubble from David’s dark skin.

Turning off the water, Matt then dried David thoroughly, from his firm ass to his well-shaped ears.

He handed the towel to David to hang up and David smiled at him. “I love watching you concentrate, especially when it’s on me.”

Matt blinked at him, a little embarrassed. David grinned and ruffled Matt’s hair with a fresh towel. Matt grabbed the towel and finished drying himself.

David dug through a drawer on his vanity and came up with a comb. Taking the comb, Matt threw the second towel at David. Still smiling, David tossed the towel aside and opened up another drawer. Matt dragged the comb through his hair.

Though he felt silly, Matt sat on the edge of the tub and watched, entranced, as David stood in the nude and shaved his head with a disposable razor. David then took out an electric shaver and neatened up his goatee. He offered the shaver to Matt but Matt waved it off. He only needed to shave every few days, if that.

David splashed himself with aftershave. Matt took a deep breath of this newly-familiar scent.

“Come on,” David said. “Let’s see if you can find something to wear.”

Matt jumped up and hurried past David. He knew what he wanted David to wear.

In David’s closet, a neatly-ordered array of suits and casual clothes, Matt found David’s black long-sleeved T-shirt. He took it off the hanger and tossed it to David.

“Okay,” David said slowly.

Matt didn’t look at him, just said, “It’s my favorite shirt of yours.”

“You have a favorite shirt of mine?” David asked in surprise.

Matt nodded then dared to peek at David out of the corner of his eye. What he saw made Matt turn and stare hungrily.

David had put the shirt on and nothing else, so the bottom of the shirt now skimmed his bare skin, his balls and cock peeking out from the front. Right near where I left my mark in cum …

“Toss me a pair of boxers?” David asked, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on Matt. “They’re in the drawer to your right.”

Matt swallowed and blindly reached out to his right. His hand found a drawer and grabbed the item on top. It turned out to be a pair of burgundy silk boxers. He tossed the boxers to David and willed his awakening cock to calm down.

Deliberately, Matt turned away and stared at a row of T-shirts.

“Here,” David said at Matt’s shoulder, reaching around him to pull out a black T-shirt. It said, ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ with a little red devil. “This one’s too small for me.”

Matt gathered up his scattered wits. “That better not be a comment on my expected cooking skills.”

“Naw, it’s a neighborhood in New York. Given to me by someone who thought it was cute, not realizing that you’re loyal to your borough in the city.”

Matt pulled the shirt on. “It’s in a different borough?”

“Yep, Manhattan.” David said. He looked at Matt for a moment then smiled. “You can keep it.”

“Cool,” Matt said. “It reminds me of the BSD daemon.”

“Oo,” David grinned. “Sounds kinky.”

Matt snorted. “Not at all, unless you find UNIX operating systems sexy, which I happen to, but that’s a geek thing.”

David shook his head with a smile. “Should have known.”

Matt watched as David pulled on his jeans and tucked his black shirt into the waistband.

“David, I should tell you …” Matt started then lost his nerve. There was no way to say, ‘I stole your shirt and masturbated on it,’ that wouldn’t sound weird and stalkerish. “Uh, thanks for the shirt.”

David eyed him curiously and Matt was reminded that David was a trained FBI interrogator. Ducking his head, Matt scouted around until he found his jeans and discarded underwear from the night before. He pulled them on then smiled at David. “So, which way to the kitchen?”

There was a flicker of uncertainty in David’s eyes, probably at Matt’s pathetic attempt to deflect his curiosity. Matt stepped close to David, grabbed handfuls of David’s shirt, and pulled himself up towards David’s mouth. His lips met David’s and Matt did his best to kiss the uncertainty away. He persevered, scattering kisses along David’s neck and face then back to his lips, until he felt David relax minutely.

He pulled back and said, “Now, I promised you breakfast, I believe.”

“You did,” David said with a half smile.

“It’s the least I can do for the guy who gives me the most mind-blowing orgasms ever.”

David’s smile turned into a full one. “Ever?”

“Ever,” Matt said firmly. “Even better than …” He searched his mind. “God, nothing else even comes close.”

David leaned close. “Flattery will get you fucked again.”

“I hope so!” Matt grinned. He released David and went around him, towards the kitchen he’d glimpsed on the way in last night -- though that time period was veiled with a haze of lust. Not the time right after it, however. Matt remembered in perfect clarity every touch, every word that David had gifted him with.

Humming to himself, Matt went to see if David’s kitchen had even a fraction of the surprises as his bedroom.

Shortie: Stakeouts are for Idle Conversation

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 15:24:41 GMT

Title: Stakeouts are for Idle Conversation
Characters: David, Colby
Rating: R, FRMA
Summary: A bit of conversation during a stakeout.
Word Count: 639
Series: Watson 'verse
Disclaimer: Not my characters (except when they are), not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: Thanks to my SoCal beta.

Stakeouts are for Idle Conversation --

“Megan would have a flower,” David said.

Colby snorted. “Only if it’s crossed with a gun and handcuffs!”

“A rose with thorns, crossed by a gun and knife?”

“Hey, I’ve got it – a skull with a rose growing out of the top of it.”

“What’s that supposed to stand for?”

“Um … something deeply psychological.”

David smiled. “Okay, a skull with a rose, on her ass. What about Larry?”

“Man, David, you just made me picture Fleinhart naked!”

“Ugh, sorry.”

“Better be. What about a galaxy? Right in the middle of his forehead like a third eye?”

“Or on his, what do they call it, chakram.”

“You mean ‘chakra,’ the spiritual energy spots,” Colby laughed. “‘Chakram’ is the round weapon that Xena throws.”

“You watched ‘Xena’?”

Colby shrugged. “She’s hot.”

“And totally lez.”

“True … You think Hercules was gay?”

David grinned. “I always hoped so.”

“I always liked Iolaus better.”

“You would!

“Why’s that?”

“Short, curly-haired smart-ass. Need I say more?”

“Okay,” Colby chuckled. “Back to the topic - What about Don?”

“No question, his FBI badge.”

“Yeah, yeah. Where?”

“On the inside of his forearm, so if he ever forgets his badge, he can just roll up his sleeve.”

“Like it.”

David nodded. “Will?”

“Something super kinky, like bunnies in bondage gear.”

“Ha!” David snorted. “Or something martial-arts-ish or maybe just ‘D-O-N’.”

“‘My Heart belongs to Don’”

“‘My Ass belongs to Don’”

“On his ass.”

“Don would never allow it! I think some Korean character on his shoulder that means ‘I’m so much cooler than you are.’”

Colby laughed. “Okay, what about you?”

“How do you know I haven’t got one?”

“Checked. Thoroughly.”

“True …”

“Something from your comic books. Hey, what about just a black bat on your shoulder?”

“Wayne was a rich pansy. Storm, now that would be cool.”

“Hey, yeah, something with her hair all blowing around and lightning bolts.”

“On my shoulder, maybe.”

“Think Matt would let you?”

David shrugged. “Hard to say.”

“What about for him? On his ass that says ‘Property of David Sinclair’?”

David gave him a dark look.

Colby held up his hands. “Hey, just talking.”

Grimacing an apology, David said, “Hmm, maybe a dragon working on a computer.”

“Sounds cool.”

“On his upper back. A red dragon.”

“Cool.”

“And for you?”

“Hmm, probably something Army, maybe an eagle or the Army flag. On my right shoulder. I knew a guy that had an Army Star with wings, maybe that.”

“I’m surprised you got out of the Army without something.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly leave as planned.”

“Right, sorry.”

Colby shrugged.

“What about Charlie? Presuming you’d let him?”

“Nothing on his ass, definitely. But maybe a little Pi on his lower back or on a shoulder blade.”

“Not some equation?”

“It would be way too long!”

“True.”

Colby frowned. “I think that’s about everybody – hey, I bet that Alan already has one or two.”

“Something hippie, like a peace symbol or ‘Make Love, Not War’.”

“Or ‘Hang Ten’.”

“Yeah.”

“You ever been surfing?”

“What, on the Bronx Beach?”

“You’ve been in LA for longer than I have and I’ve started to learn.”

“Alan trying to teach you?”

“Only in words. Says he doesn’t want to actually get out on the waves and wipe away good memories.”

“Smart.”

“You should come out some time and try it. It’s true SoCal.”

“Uh, I’m not much for oceans, all that salt …”

“But you—”

“Say, we forgot someone - what about Nena?”

Colby glared at him. “Never, she’ll never get one.”

“Even as an adult?”

“No way.”

“You know—”

“No.”

“But kids—”

“No!”

“Okay, okay,” David laughed. “Your little girl will remain unmarked forever.”

“You better believe it,” Colby said grumpily.

They sat in silence for a moment.

Then David said, “So … shall we move on to piercings?”

Drabble: Employee Benefits

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 15:22:42 GMT

Title: Employee Benefits
Characters: Don/Will, ?
Rating: NC-17,
Summary: Don is impatient and someone else pays the pays the price.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Not my characters (except when they are), not my world, making no money.
Feedback: Yes, please! Feed the author!
A/N: Thanks to my betas.

Employee Benefits—

“It’s been too long,” Don growled, pushing Will into the backseat of his SUV.

“What, three days?” Will laughed, but climbed in and scooted over.

“Exactly,” Don said, coming after him and shutting the door. “Do you think I’m a monk?”

“You’ve got too much hair,” Will managed to say before Don was on him.

The next time that Will noticed the outside world was the sound of a double-beep car lock. He looked up from his sprawled position on the seat, past Don who was inhaling his cock, to the car window behind Don. Framed in the window was the startled face of Megan, frozen in the process of opening her car door.

Will grinned up at her and put one finger to his lips. Her eyes widened, taking in the sight of her boss with his boyfriend’s cock down his throat and his own cock being pumped in his hand.

Will winked then closed his eyes.

Much later, when they were breathing heavily, draped over each other and half into the next row of seats, streaked with sweat and cum and spit, Will’s ass feeling pleasantly plundered, Will said casually to Don, “Does the FBI cover personal counseling?”