Fic: Packing, Chapter 8 (Numb3rs, David / Ian / Bobby, NC-17)
Title: Packing, Chapter 8
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger,
Don Eppes / Martin Fridegord,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton / Bobby
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
NUMB3RS Main List
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Interlude Chapter 6
Chapter 7
The fire had long ago reached it’s warmest phase and now all that was left was the glowing ember. David leaned back on the bearskin rug and looked at the dying fire. Outside the cabin the whiteness of the snowstorm had turned into a black and white darkness where wind blew new loads of snow against the windows at steady intervals.
“Are you gonna come to bed?” Bobby leaned against the doorframe. “That fire will not keep you warm much longer.”
“I know, it’s just….”
“Peaceful?”
“Yeah. Did Ian go to sleep already?”
“No, he set up a fire to the fireplace in the bedroom. We’ll be warm and toasty.”
“Don’t say toasty, it reminds me of that cannibalism thing.”
“We’re not going to eat each other. They’ll have the road cleared tomorrow or the day after, depending on how long the storm’s going to last. We have water, food and firewood, we’ll be fine.”
“You actually like this, don’t you?”
“Little bit. It’s kinda nice to be away from everything for few days. Nothing but us and snow.”
“I guess I can understand that.”
“Anyway, I think get some reading done.” Bobby waved the thick tomb in his hand. “And… you know you just have to ask.”
“Ask what?”
“There’s just one bed, but I don’t mind taking the couch if you two want to have some time alone.”
“You mean….”
“Cabin in the woods, wind and snow howling outside. Can you say it didn’t cross your mind?”
“It did, but you didn’t exactly put me off.” David gave him a quick sideway glance. The blond was in his pyjama bottoms and a ratty old T-shirt. A tanned sliver of bare skin was visible under the hem of the shirt. David tried to tear his eyes away but the tiny patch of skin seemed to capture his attention again and again.
“David?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay? You look kind of…. weird.”
“It’s nothing.” David licked his lips and took one more look at the shadows across abdominal muscles and the sharp hipbone. Annoying voice in his head told him to take the leap.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Have you thought about the… arrangement?”
“What about it?”
“What you said about your conditions.”
“You mean that we wouldn’t do it alone if we decided to do it at all.”
“Yeah.”
“I still think it’s the right decision.” Bobby tilted his head to the side and gave David a sharp look. “You want to take the step, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” David admitted. “But you don’t need to if you don’t want to. Or if Ian doesn’t want to. Or if…. if something.”
Bobby glanced down his own front and started laughing.
“You were looking at my belly.”
“I’ll never admit.” David grinned. The same spot was tempting his eyes downwards again. “But it’s a very…. nice belly.”
“You’ve seen it all before when you were changing my bandages.”
“I didn’t look.”
“You want to see now?”
“Are you serious?”
“If Ian still says yes.”
“He already said yes weeks ago.” Ian commented from the door, startling both men. “Go on. Show him.”
Bobby placed his book on the table and pulled off his shirt. David eyed the same pach of his belly, then moved up to his chest. Bobby took a step closer and tugged his fingers under the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. He shared a brief look with Ian and approached David.
“Up to you. Do you want to do it?”
David placed his hand on top of Bobby’s and pulled the pants down.
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Don tried to form a word, but his vocal cords seemed to refuse to operate. He buried his face into his pillow and breathed as deeply as he could. His breath wheezed like an overheated steam engine. He grinded against the mattress, his cock leaking into the sheet. The hands spreading his cheeks held him firmly in place while a talented tongue caressed his sensitive entrance. The feel of course stubble against his skin made the sensation slightly bizarre.
“You’re so easy.” Martin commented and continued his ministrations.
“Your fault….” Don panted. “You have to keep that…. I’ll trim it every morning if you keep that….” His mumbled words turned into a howl. By the time he regained his thought functions a wet patch was spreading below him.
“That’s it…. You’re never gonna shave again.”
“I’ll have to when I go back to work.” Martin grinned and kissed him on the shoulder.
“You can have a beard, like that guy… whatever his name was who just ripped our old case to shreds in court….”
“Johnson? He’s two months away from retirement, they allow him some leeway. But in general, nobody trusts a bearded lawyer.” He leaned closer to whisper in Don`s ear. “I got you off, now it`s my turn.”
“What are you planning?”
“Let’s just say I’m not done with your ass.”
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David arched his back, pressing his eyes shut. The fingers preparing him were pulled away.
“Open your eyes.”
David did as he was told. Bobby positioned himself between his spread legs and prodded them on his shoulders to gain free access to his ass.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
David turned to glance at Ian who was sitting on the edge of the bed. The ex-sniper looked like a feline waiting to catch a mouse. David focused on the man who was about to invade him. Bobby pressed his cock against the entrance and pushed slowly. David took deep breaths, trying to relax his body. He lifted his head from the pillow so he could see the cock sink slowly into him. The contrast between their skins, his dark one and Bobby’s golden tan, made the sight fascinating.
“You have any idea how hot you look?” Ian purred. He leaned closer and let his fingers wander on David’s sweaty chest. “I love you.”
“L-l-l-love you too….” David groaned.
“Is it good? How does he feel?”
“Good…. Really good….”
“Is it as good as it was in your dream?”
“Better….”
“Maybe I should try him too.” Ian shot Bobby an appreciative glance. “If he can make you moan and pant like that he must be worth a test run.”
“Oh yeah….” David confirmed but he was too winded to say more.
“You want to see it?” Ian teased. “See him fuck me after he fucks you?”
David’s mind was too busy processing the overload of stimulation. The scenario Ian described was the last thing that pushed his brain functions out of his head. He could only lay still and let Bobby and Ian run the show. He was nearing the edge when the blond suddenly pulled away. Ian gave Bobby a soft kiss and replaced him between David’s limbs. He eyed the half-crazed man, who was too out of it to comment the change. David could just stared at them, pleading with his eyes and tiny whimpers. Ian tossed David’s legs up to rest on his shoulders and slid easily into his loosened cavern, but didn’t move. He looked down at David and waited.
“What?” David finally managed to groan. “Just…. Please…”
“Remember what you said about your dream?” Ian smirked. “What we did?”
Bobby pressed against Ian’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist. Ian twisted his head to the side for another kiss. David could see Bobby’s face over the sniper’s shoulder, but the look on Ian’s face told him everything. His features scrunched up, then opened in relief. Bobby’s firm grip on his hips held him in place. Ian moaned and breathed deeply. Bobby began to rock against him, fucking him with a leisurely pace.
Every thrust reached David, linking them all together. Ian opened his eyes and gave him a hooded leer.
”You were right, he’s good….” He tossed his head back and groaned loudly, letting Bobby’s lips nibble his neck. Ian wasn’t moving, he simply went along with Bobby’s thrusts.
David forced himself to keep his eyes open. The blonds lips were attached to Ian’s neck licking and biting to the rhythm of his moves. David’s legs had long ago fell from Ian’s shoulders, curling around Ian and Bobby’s waists. His hand clutched the headboard for leverage while the other one jerked off his own cock. Ian grinned knowingly and pulled out. He and David came simultaneously, both flooding David’s chest and belly with their loads.
Ian leaned forward, placing his hands on both sides of David. He pressed his forehead against his partner’s and closed his eyes, enjoying the hard pounding. When Bobby reached the finishing line, he slumped down on top of the sniper. He was too out of breath to warn Ian, so he simply pulled away carefully and rolled Ian over to his back to lay next to David.
“Thanks.” David chuckled. “For a minute there I thought I was gonna suffocate….”
“Sorry.” Ian gave him a kiss on the cheeks.
“I didn’t mind. That was….” David let his breathing slow down and smiled hazily.
“…hot as hell.”
Epilogue