Fic: Hot Commodity, Chapter 3/3 (Numb3rs, Don Eppes / Martin, NC-17)
Title: Hot Commodity, Chapter 3/3
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton,
Don Eppes / Martin Fridegord
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Don’s eyes snapped open. It took few seconds to realise where he was, but when he recognised their dim bedroom, his whole body seemed to relax. He looked at Martin who was still asleep, laying on his belly, with his face buried to his pillow.
Don tried to get his breath steady. The nightmare had been exactly the same as it always was. He hadn’t told anyone else than Martin about the memories. They had come back in little pieces, but finally he had remembered the whole thing with Cooper. How they got drunk, how Cooper had helped him to that motel room, how Cooper had pressed him against the bed and pulled his pants down. How he had tried to struggle, but couldn’t do anything. He remembered the pain.
Don turned to face the sleeping man next to him. The differences between Martin and Cooper couldn’t be more startling. Don reached over to pull Martin’s blanket down, revealing the smooth skin of his back. He placed his hand on the soft hair in the nape of his neck and slowly moved his fingers down the warm skin. Even when things got hot and heavy he would never hurt Don. It was as simple as that. He couldn’t hurt anyone on purpose or hold grudges. Don had figured that out soon after they had first gotten together. Don had screwed up who-knows-how-many time and panicked over every little thing about going steady with a man. He let out a happy sigh. Almost two years. His personal record.
“I’ve told you….. that night staring is pretty creepy.” Martin commented and flopped over to his back. “Nightmares?”
“The usual.”
Martin snapped the nightstand lamp on .
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No. We’ve rehashed it so many times, I don’t want to do that again. It doesn’t come that often anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“More talk or more sleep?”
“Actually….” Don smirked. “Remember what’s three months away?”
“Two year anniversary?”
“So you do remember.”
“Of course I remember. And speaking of anniversaries, do you think you could get couple days off next month?”
“I guess. Why?”
“My parent’s wedding anniversary. They want you there too.”
“Sounds like fun. How long have they been married?”
“Forty years.”
“Wow.”
“Exactly. My mom called me couple days ago.”
“Is she gonna interrogate me again?”
“She didn’t interrogate you, she just tried to keep the conversation going.”
“She kept asking about our sexlife. When we were drinking coffee. With their neighbours.”
“She’s a sex therapist, she can’t help it.”
“Anyway, I`ll try to get some time off.”
“Great.”
“You think….”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You were thinking about our forty year anniversary, weren’t you?”
“Yeah. Can you imagine that? Both of us close to eighty, making out against a zimmer frame.”
“Yep.”
“Really?”
“Don’t you?”
“I don’t know, hopefully, but…. When we started I didn’t even think it would last longer than one night. And the next morning I had no idea what we were doing. Two year’s the longest relationship I’ve had.”
“Maybe that’s because you dated women.”
“Maybe.” Don chuckled. “Or maybe it’s just you. I…. I’m hopeless with…. relationship stuff. I have no idea how you put up with me.”
“Because it’s worth it.” Martin leaned closer to give him a light kiss.
“Is it? For you?”
“Yeah, Why do you ask?”
“Because….” Don took a deep breath. “After that whole thing with Cooper…. I kinda expected you to leave.”
“Why would I leave you? He did wrong, not you.”
“But it….. You were there and I didn’t expect it, okay?”
“You must have some really awful experiences if you seriously expected me to leave.”
“I just don’t know if I could have done the same if I had been in your shoes.”
“Let’s leave that topic.” Martin pulled Don closer till he was laying on his chest. “How’s your cheek?”
“I’ll recover.”
“It’s turning green.”
“If anybody asks, I got it when a guy tried to rob us in a dark alley. I heroically defended you.”
“So I can’t just say you got into a fight in a gay bar over a hot guy?”
“Hey, I won the fight!”
“Right….”
“And I made it up to you when we came back.” Don had to grin. He gave Martin’s nipple a kiss. “You know….. I can still feel you inside me.” His hand travelled down the other man’s belly and grabbed his cock. He shimmied down the warm skin, kicking the covers off the bed.
Martin shuffled his fingers through Don’s hair. Don took leaned down to capture the other man’s cock between his lips. Somewhere in the back of his mind a fit of laughter was trying to come through. He remembered his first catastrophical attempt in giving a blowjob. He had almost thrown up. The happy hum coming from Martin’s throat confirmed that he had made a lot of progress.
“Keep going like that and I’ll be gone soon.” Martin moaned.
Don let the member slip out of his mouth with a loud wet plop. He grabbed a little bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” Martin chuckled.
“When it comes to you, yeah.” Don poured some lube on his hand and smeared it on the other man’s cock. He coated his fingers with it and reach back to prepare himself.
“Come here.” Martin grabbed Don by his buttocks and flipped him to his back. He placed himself between his thighs. Don wrapped his legs around his waist to pull him closer. Martin’s hand snaked down to continue what Don had started.
“Babe?”
“Yeah….?”
“I’m ready, just get in.”
“I don’t wanna-”
“I know, and you’re not gonna hurt me.” Don tilted his head up to give him a little kiss. “You could never hurt me.”
Martin entered him with one slow push, invading Don’s body, piece by piece. Don moaned and threw his head back against the pillow, enjoying the feel of his lover slowly taking over. Somewhere in his mind a small voice suggested that this was the thing that was missing in his other relationships. He couldn’t give up control and let the other person take the lead. Don arched his back to meet Martin’s strokes.
Don could feel his own climax approaching. He lifted his head to the other man’s shoulder, kissing the warm skin and exploaded between their bellies. Martin gave him a small grin. He wasn’t far behind. He moaned once and filled Don with his release.
For few seconds both men just stared at each other with a sappy grin. Finally Martin slouched down on top of Don, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. Don wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled him closer.
“I’ve been thinking….” He started, still out of breath.
“Yeah?”
“I think I figured out why this thing worked out.”
“Tell me.”
“Great sex and we can talk about baseball afterwards.”