Fic: A Man`s Role (Or How David re-declared his masculinity) (Numbers, Ian / David, NC-17)
Title: A Man`s Role (Or How David re-declared his masculinity)
Pair: Ian Edgerton / David Sinclair
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“I still don’t understand the appeal.” Ian complained with a wide grin on his face when he walked into the bedroom. “Little girls and slumber parties… that’s something only a little girl can understand. Mrs. Burton promised she won’t let them stay up any later than eleven.” He walked to the wardrobe and pulled off his turtleneck. “I said we would pick her up sometime in the afternoon, they’ll wake up late anyway.”
He still hadn’t heard any kind of response, and he turned to take his first good look at the man sitting on the edge of the bed. Ian had noticed David was reading something when he had come in, but now he realised what it was.
David was holding Bobby’s letter in his hand, but he wasn’t reading it. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be in deep thoughts.
“She also said she would sell Caroline to white slavery if she can eat more than her own weight in chips.”
David looked up and blinked before responding.
“I was listening.”
“Good to know.” Ian dumped his shirt to the laundry hamper, and sat down on the bed. “Reading that thing won’t bring him back any sooner.”
“I miss him.”
“I know, I miss him too. I was the one who brought him here.”
“Yeah, I bet you miss him...” David chuckled with slightly bitter tone. “Your playmate’s gone.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do you think?” David opened the nightstand drawer and shoved the letter back in. “How long has it been?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“We’ve been together for a long time, we got a kid together, we live together. I’m a goddamn FBI agent.” He prodded his elbows on his knees and hung his head down, twisting it from side to side to relieve the growing tension in his neck. “I’m not your little housewife.”
“No, you’re not.” Ian grinned and slid his hand down David’s thigh. “Not little and not a wife.”
“Then why do you keep doing that…?” David removed Ian’s hand and got up. “I’m a grown man, but somehow you just can’t get it into your head!”
“Okay. I know you’re still upset about-”
“No, you don’t know. What happened to Bobby was just a small part of it. He came here and you got different.”
“Different?”
“Different! You treated him like a guy. We’ve been together longer than anyone would have predicted, and you still don’t treat me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like…” David gestured with his hands and tried to come up with the right word. “Equal. It’s a bad word for it, but I can’t think of anything better. You wanna dictate how things are here, how we raise Caroline, how we have sex, everything!”
“I don’t-”
“You do! You can’t let me be a man even for one day, without making it feel like you’re doing me some kinda favour out of pity.” David marched out and slammed the door shut behind him.
Ian waited few minutes before he followed the man to the living room. David was pacing back and forth, circling around the furniture like a vulture waiting for his prey.
“I know you get kicks out of that “big bad ex-sniper” act, but I don’t wanna see it all the time! I’m not your housewife, I’m not your kid, I’m your lover!” David’s voice was getting louder and louder, and the man was beginning to look like a volcano, about to erupt.
“Then what do you want?” Ian asked calmly. “Tell me. What do you want?”
“I wanna make decisions about us without asking your permission, I wanna come home like it’s mine and I get to say what happens there.” David grabbed Ian by his shoulders, shaking him as he spoke. “You treated him like a man, why can’t you do that for me?”
“I love you. I cared a lot about Bobby, but it’s not the same. I can’t treat you like a regular guy.”
David didn’t answer. He shoved Ian and the man fell backwards to the floor. David leaped on him, and pressed Ian`s arms against the floor to prevent him from escaping.
For few moments they just stared at each other, breathing harshly. The haze of anger was beginning to subside and David looked at the man under him. Ian’s face was flushed and the gleam in his eyes made it clear he was enjoying David’s surprise attack. No matter how David tried to tell himself otherwise, he knew Ian could flip him away any time he wanted, but the hard cock pressing against him through two layers of denim told him Ian wouldn’t do that.
“You want me to treat you like a man?” Ian was grinning like a little kid, who was anticipating a new bicycle. “Then act like a man.”
David’s pent-up agreeing was turning into something else. He pulled up, straddling Ian’s hips and ripped the buttons of his jeans open. His cock bounced out and he moved forward, positioning himself just above Ian’s face. The ex-sniper obeyed the silent demand and opened his mouth, letting David push inside. David placed one hand against the floor for support, and grabbed Ian by his hair with the other. He held the man’s head in a tight grip and fucked his mouth with merciless pace. He didn’t give Ian time to get to his own rhythm, instead he thrusted into the man’s mouth hard and fast, almost making him gag.
Ian’s eyes were fixed on David. His hands crawled up to the man’s jeans, pulling them down so he could grab the exposed buttocks. His hands groped the fleshy globes and moved with David’s thrusts. He let out pleading little whimpers, asking for more. David could feel his climax approaching and pulled out with a loud pop. Ian sent him a disappointed glare, but didn’t say anything.
David got up on his unsteady legs and looked down at the man on still laying on the floor. Ian was waiting for more instructions. David grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Before Ian could regain his balance after the quick yank up, David pushed him into the bedroom. He pressed Ian’s shoulder and the sniped sunk down to his knees on the floor, facing the end of the bed. David could feel the man’s eyes on his back when he went to the closet. He pulled out a cardboard box, that had been hidden behind a wall of neatly folded shirts. After Ian had left the bureau, he had turned in all the weapons he had used on official assignments, but kept few mementos. David opened the box and pulled out a set of handcuffs.
“Hands behind your back.”
Ian obeyed and David snapped the cuffs around his wrists. He grabbed Ian by the hair and pressed his head against the mattress, leaving his head tilted to the side so the man could breathe. Ian kept his eyes on him and a crooked grin seemed to be fixed on his face.
“Legs.”
Ian spread his knees wider, pushing his ass against the other man. David reached around Ian’s waist to open his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. Ian’s cock was leaking inside his boxers and the black underwear joined the jeans around his knees while David took his time spreading the ex-sniper’s buttocks and running his fingers over the sensitive opening. He got up to go to the nightstand, and Ian whimpered softly. For a moment he seemed ready to panic, but an obvious look of relief took over when he saw David coming back with a bottle of lube.
“Not a word, Ian.” He warned and smeared lube on his cock. “Not a word unless I talk to you first.” David positioned himself behind Ian and pushed inside Ian with one ruthless move. The ex-sniper stilled and his back was stiff as iron. He bite down on his bottom lip to keep his whimpers inside. The unprepared invasion wasn’t particularly pleasurable for either of the two men. David pulled back and pushed in again, feeling Ian relax little by little. As the initial pain vanished Ian began to push back against him, the tension leaving his body. David’s hands were in Ian’s hips, holding him tightly enough to leave ten clear fingerprints. The contrast of his own dark skin and Ian’s lighter skin became even more fascinating when he saw his cock sliding into the man’s body again and again. David’s pace was hard and primal. They had all night by themselves, but this time he didn’t even try to delay the inevitable. He slammed into Ian with all the force he had.
“You got that, Ian? Not your fucking housewife.”
He released his load into the warmth cavern and slumped down against the other man. Ian whimpered and wriggled under him, silently asking David to give him room to breathe. David realised he was pressing down with his whole weight and pushed himself up.
“You wanna come now?” His hands snaked around Ian to grab his cock. “You want your man to take care of you?”
Ian nodded against the mattress, pushing his hips forward to fuck David’s fist. David gave him a little twisting squeeze and the sniper shot his load on the carpet, panting and moaning. His hands wriggled against the cuffs and his whole body seemed the shiver.
“David…” Ian wheezed, even thought his voice wasn’t stronger than a whisper. “I didn’t mean anything.”
“You didn’t?” David stroked the sweaty skin of the man’s back, sliding under the joined hands.
“I… like to take care of you… and be in charge… doesn’t mean you’re not a man…”
Ian turned his head to see the other man. “But I wouldn’t mind getting these reminders on steady basis .”