Fic. - The Education of an Idaho Farm Boy; Numb3rs; Colby/Charlie; Adult; zibal_01 (3/5)
Title: The Education of an Idaho Farm Boy
Author: zibal_01
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/character: Colby Granger/Charlie Eppes
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 14,098 overall
Kink: d/s, bondage, adrenalin & crises, barebacking, discipline, dog tags
Notes/Warnings: M/M slash, Spoilers for "Hollywood Homicide", Beta shamazipan
Summary: After the events of the Janus List, Charlie takes Colby under his wing, and teaches him a few things that they don't teach at Quantico.
Artist: maryaminx
Part One
Part Two
The Education of an Idaho Farm Boy
Part Three
Colby was extremely uncomfortable when he awoke the following morning - not that it was the bed's fault! The bed was fine, but the owner had left his mark on Colby - well, his ass mainly! He groaned; Charlie chuckled in response.
"How are you this morning?" Charlie asked.
"Sore."
"Ready for round two?" Charlie's hand wandered down Colby's back, fingers brushing delicately over the skin. Colby's skin tingled under Charlie's touch; Charlie felt Colby quiver. His hand slid lower, to Colby's ass, a finger sliding between his cheeks, to his puckered entrance.
"Yes, sir," Colby replied. "What do you want me to do, sir?"
"On your knees on the floor." Colby complied. Charlie carded his fingers through Colby's hair. "Good boy. Now, what I am going to do with you?" He gripped Colby's hair, pulling his head back. Colby gasped, surprised by Charlie's action. Charlie spoke softly. "If you want me to stop, you can use your safe word. I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do. Are you still okay?"
"Yes, sir," Colby replied.
"I'm going to start your training now," Charlie grasped Colby's chin, forcing him to look at Charlie. "You need to learn what you can and can't do; how you are to behave when we are alone; the behaviour I expect from you when we're with friends; and what I expect from you when we're out. Ok?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Charlie released Colby's chin. "Put your hands behind your back; link your fingers." Colby complied. "Good boy. Now, cross your ankles. Good. Head down; keep your eyes fixed about six inches in front of your knees." Charlie nodded his head approvingly. Colby was a quick study. "When we are alone, this is how you present yourself. If I have to remind you, you will be disciplined. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Charlie smiled. "Now I have a job for you."
"Sir?" A finger under his chin lifted Colby's head. Charlie's cock nudged at Colby's lips. Colby moved his hands to hold Charlie's hips, to help support them both. Charlie froze.
"Did I say you could move?" It was a rhetorical question. "Mouth only." Colby's hands moved back to their position behind his back.
Colby tried to relax as Charlie's cock nudged his lips apart. His essence flooded over Colby; his male muskiness; the salty tang of pre-cum; stale sweat from the previous night's exertions.
Charlie's cock pushed between Colby's teeth, weighing heavily on his tongue. He pushed it in further, stopping when Colby gagged. A thought struck Charlie: with his cock down Colby's throat, how could Colby use his safe word? He stilled his hips, a hand resting on Colby's cheek.
"Colby," Charlie waited until Colby's eyes met his. "If you need to stop raise your left hand. Ok?" Colby tried to nod his agreement; it proved to be difficult with Charlie's cock where it was. Charlie smiled. "Good boy." Charlie carded his fingers through Colby's hair, leaving it resting on the back of his head; holding him gently in place.
Charlie felt Colby's tongue slide against the large vein on the underside of his cock. His hips bucked, involuntarily; Colby's groan vibrated through Charlie's body, encouraging him to move.
He set an easy pace, hips rocking slowly, pushing further into Colby's mouth with each forward push. Colby's teeth scraped Charlie's sensitive skin; the hand behind his head pulling him close, holding him tightly. Charlie thrust harder into Colby's mouth, faster and deeper as he approached his climax...
Colby was panicking. He couldn't breathe; he was going to suffocate. His eyes watered; saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth. He felt himself becoming light-headed... He was on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Charlie was kneeling beside him, supporting him, a hand rubbing circles, soothingly, on his back.
"Good boy, Colby," Charlie murmured. "You're doing really well." He placed a gentle kiss on Colby's temple. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, sir," Colby managed to mumble. "I'm sorry. I... I let you down..."
Charlie was confused. "How did you let me down?"
"I... I panicked," Colby admitted. "I don't know what happened. One minute I was... was... and the next I... I... wasn't..."
Charlie chuckled, then turned serious. "Next time, raise your hand!"
"Sorry, sir," Colby sounded sheepish. He had let Charlie down. He wondered if Charlie was going to discipline him for not raising his hand when he really should have - and he knew he should have.
"On your feet," Charlie's tone was hard, business like. Colby obeyed. Without being told, Colby linked his fingers behind his back, eyes downcast. He could feel Charlie's eyes on him, scrutinising his every move. "Good boy. You really are learning," Charlie paused, his fingers caressing Colby's skin. "And you know you have to be punished now, don't you?"
No answer was required, but Colby replied. "Yes, sir. I know that."
"Good. Now face the wall, legs apart," Charlie watched Colby. "Hands on the wall, over your head; slightly wider. Good." Charlie delved into the box in his wardrobe, pulling out a riding crop. He returned to Colby's side, showing him the crop. "Ten strokes with this. After each one you will thank me. If you need to, use your safe word. Now, on your toes..."
The first stroke took Colby by surprise. He gasped, before remembering his instructions. "Thank you, sir." Charlie smiled. The nine remaining strokes were delivered; Colby thanking Charlie for each. After the final stroke, Charlie returned the crop to the box in the wardrobe.
"You can relax now, Colb," Charlie's hands massaged Colby's shoulders, easing the tension in them. "Ok, go and lie on the bed, I'll be right with you."
Colby lay on his side. It was the only way he could get comfortable! Charlie smiled as he noticed Colby's problems - his ass was red raw, and his cock was so hard it was leaking. "You look like you could use a bit of a hand there. Do you think you can lie on your back?"
"Yes, sir," Colby winced as he lay on his back, his ass aching. His erections bounced on his abdomen as Charlie knelt on the bed beside him. Straddling Colby's hips, Charlie leant forward, kissing Colby deeply. His hands gripped Colby's shoulders, eyes meeting, as Charlie slowly impaled himself on Colby's cock.
Charlie felt his anus spreading around Colby's cock; the cock sliding deeper into Charlie's slicked passage. Once Colby was fully seated, Charlie paused. He was panting; the sweat glistening on his skin. Steadying his breath, he spoke. "The rules apply; no talking; no moving; use your safe word if you need to."
Colby watched as Charlie, slowly, rode his cock. Charlie's hands caressed Colby's skin, Colby quivering under his touch. A hand settled over Colby's dog tags, Charlie balancing himself on them as he rose and fell, the exquisite torture slowly undoing Colby.
"You can come now," Charlie's voice trickled through the sex-fogged mush that was Colby's brain.
Without conscious thought, Colby's climax overtook him; spilling his seed deep inside Charlie. Charlie held him until his shuddering subsided. They kissed tenderly, tongues duelling. Charlie wrapped himself more tightly around Colby, legs entwined, fingers laced. Eyes met as the kiss broke. Charlie's nose wrinkled.
"I need to shower, then head to school," Charlie rose. "You can stay here if you want to. Or do you want a ride home?"
Colby ran a hand through his hair, considering his options. "Can you give me a ride home? I need to get organised for going back to the office."
"Ok," Charlie smiled wickedly. "Come shower with me..."
*****
For Colby, the Universe had shrunk. Charlie could be very distracting - three fingers up your ass and a mouth round your cock could pretty much distract you from the end of the world! For Colby, that was his Universe - Charlie; fingers; mouth.
Charlie was watching Colby coming undone. The agent's head was dropped back against the tiles; eyes closed; jaw slack. Smiling round his mouthful, Charlie started to hum quietly. The vibrations hit Colby like a freight train, travelling through him in waves. Charlie watched as Colby's hands clenched and opened, trying to gain some purchase on the smooth tiles under them. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but was determined to delay the inevitable as long as possible.
Colby was balancing on the edge of the precipice, trying not to fall over. Charlie's dual assault had his body's control disintegrating around him. He felt his balls tightening; white light flashed behind his eyes, and he came down Charlie's throat.
His was on his knees, head on Charlie's shoulder when awareness returned to Colby. Charlie's arms were wrapped tightly around him, one hand on the back of his head, the other stroking gently up and down his spine. He could feel the water spraying over him, each tiny droplet feeling like a deluge to his over sensitised skin. Struggling, he lifted his head, eyes meeting Charlie's.
Charlie smiled as Colby's orgasm glazed eyes met his. He watched as the glazed look faded; Colby blinking himself back to the world. Charlie's fingers carded through Colby's hair, eyes smiling. He placed a gentle kiss on Colby's forehead. "Are you ok?" Colby nodded. "Come on. Let's get you out of here before the water runs cold."
Colby staggered to his feet, Charlie catching his elbow to stop him from falling. They stepped out of the shower, Charlie grabbing towels for them. He dried himself quickly before wrapping the towel around his waist. Colby watched him, trying to get his brain to communicate with his body. Charlie decided to take matters into his own hands. Wrapping a towel around Colby's waist, Charlie grabbed his dog tags and led him from the bathroom.
*****
Alan Eppes stared in disbelief as his son, Charlie, led Colby from the bathroom by his dog tags, both men dressed solely in towels.
"Morning, dad," Charlie smiled happily as they passed. Colby blushed deeply, colouring from the tips of his ears down his chest, averting his eyes from Alan's line of vision.
*****
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Colby found his voice. "Charlie. Your dad saw us..."
"Yeah."
"What if he..."
"What if he what, Colb?"
Staring at his feet, Colby replied. "Tells Don."
"Hey, Colb, don't worry about it." Charlie was there, pressed against him, hand on his cheek. He met his eyes, and Colby's worry was forgotten. Lips met; Colby groaned. His body already ached from Charlie's ministrations.
"Charlie, much as I'd like to continue this, I gotta go to work..." His eyes pleaded with Charlie to continue this later, when they had more time.
"Tonight I'm taking you out," Charlie muttered, pressing a chaste kiss on Colby's lips. "But I suppose I'd better let you get to work."
*****
An hour later, Colby walked into the Bull Pen. All eyes were on him, making him feel awkward, embarrassed. He tried not to notice them; just headed to his desk. He sighed deeply; it had been emptied. Which wasn't really surprising given the circumstances of his absence.
Don and Megan approached; no David. Small talk passed, but there was a feeling of forcedness about it. Knowing he had to sit tight until he was re-assigned, Colby asked about the team's current cases: A death at the home of a Hollywood superstar; he could team up with Liz Warner.
By the time he left the office with Liz, David still hadn't spoken to him. It was going to be a hard day, but the thought of Charlie kept him going; Charlie and his plans for that night; taking him out - which meant more training. He swallowed hard at the thought, trying to keep his body in check. Arousal pulsed through his veins; his blood rushing to his cock. Concentrating on the job in hand, he felt his arousal ebb away. They had a murder to solve.
*****
By the time Colby arrived home he was exhausted. The case was proving to be difficult; they now had more questions unanswered than they had started with. Sighing, he opened his apartment door. The lights were on. Pulling his gun, he switched easily into full agent mode.
The final room he checked was his bedroom. He found the intruded sitting on his bed. "Charlie! What are you..."
Charlie cut him off. "I believe we are alone. Do I have to remind you what that means?"
Colby stared blankly, then comprehension dawned. "No, sir," he mumbled as he started stripping. As his clothes hit the floor he felt the tensions of the day lift. He felt completely relaxed as he knelt on the floor; Charlie was there; Charlie loved him; Charlie would look after him.
"Good boy," Charlie rose from the bed. "We're going to a club tonight. A certain type of club." Colby raised his eyes to meet Charlie's. Charlie could see his worry. "You'll be fine." Charlie crouched down to Colby's level. "New rules for tonight: Do not speak, even if spoken to. Anyone wants you, they'll speak to me - and they're not getting you. I've waited long enough to be with you. There's no way I'm sharing you!" Colby was horrified at the thought of being shared, but he trusted Charlie. Charlie continued. "You keep your eyes down. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are such a good boy," Charlie murmured stroking Colby's cock. "You can get dressed now."
*****
Colby looked fantastic in the clothes Charlie had chosen for him; black leather trousers, black biker boots and a black sleeveless t-shirt were topped off with a black leather collar. "Property of Professor Charles Edward Eppes" was engraved into it. Colby was a rhapsody in black.
Charlie's eyes roamed over the muscular form before him. The bulge of Colby's cock was emphasised by the tightness of the trousers. "Mine," Charlie stated, placing his hand on Colby's cock before kissing him deeply.
"Yours," Colby agreed when the kiss broke. He was trembling with arousal, needing Charlie so badly he ached.
"Still got your dog tags on?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy," he looked Colby over one final time. "Time to go."
*****
The taxi drove down Melrose Avenue, stopping outside "Faultline Bar", spilling Charlie and Colby onto the pavement. Colby stopped, anxiety filling him. He spoke softly to Charlie. "I don't know if I can do this..."
Charlie took his hand re-assuringly. "You'll be fine. Just relax." A chaste kiss followed. "You will be fine." Charlie took Colby's hand leading him into the queue. He could feel Colby quivering slightly under his touch; a smile graced his faced. He knew he had Colby just where he wanted him.
They entered the bar, Charlie drinking in the atmosphere; Colby followed closely behind him, not wanting to lose him; unsure of himself in this new environment.
"Do you want a drink, Colb?"
"A beer please, Charlie," Colby sounded lost.
"Have you ever been to a gay bar?"
"No," Colby replied as they headed to the bar. "I... I never had anyone to go with... and I didn't want to go by myself," he shrugged. "I know I like to be dominated, and I... I didn't want to risk meeting someone..." Colby's head dropped. Charlie carded his fingers through his hair.
"Hey, it's ok. Nothing that you don't want."
Colby smiled. "I know. I... I trust you."
"You need to understand some more rules for when we're here." They sat, Charlie wrapping an arm around Colby's shoulders protectively. "Have your beer first, then we'll talk about them."
They drank slowly, Charlie allowing Colby to become accustomed to his surroundings. He was a bit quiet, even for Colby, but Charlie allowed him time. He needed him to relax.
Colby glanced round the bar as he sipped his beer. Couples were making out; the atmosphere was very relaxed. Music played, people danced, Colby sipped. He noticed a few couples sitting around the bar, one on a chair, the other on the floor at his partner's feet. He turned to Charlie. "Is that what you want me to do?" He indicated what he meant.
Charlie stroked his hair. "Only if you want to." Colby turned large, honest eyes to Charlie.
"Do you want me to, sir?"
"Yes."
"Then, yes sir, I want to," Colby slid from his seat, kneeling at Charlie's feet. Charlie's fingers twined in Colby's hair, holding him loosely.
"You really are such a good boy, Colb."
They sat for a while in comfortable silence, Charlie's hand in Colby's hair, Colby's eyes downcast. When they had finished their drinks, Charlie led Colby to the dance floor, pulling him close, holding him tightly. He ground against Colby causing him to groan.
"Use your safe word if you need to," he reminded. Colby nodded.
"I'm fine." His eyes were taking on a glazed blissed out look. Charlie knew he would be agreeable to almost anything he suggested soon, but he wasn't going to push him. Wrapping his hand around Colby's neck he drew him into a deep kiss. Colby's cock ground into his hip, his groan swallowed by Charlie's mouth. Breaking the kiss Charlie spun Colby, grinding his cock into Colby's ass. Colby's head dropped back onto Charlie's shoulder as Charlie started stroking his cock through his trousers.
Colby's knees buckled, Charlie supporting him. "We're going back to have a seat now," Charlie murmured in Colby's ear. He bucked against Colby's ass. "I have a job for you..."
They found a seat in a quiet corner, Charlie pushing Colby to his knees. He unzipped his trousers, withdrawing his cock. He pulled Colby's mouth towards him. Colby resisted momentarily, Charlie expecting him to use his safe word.
A long moment passed. Colby's eyes sought Charlie's beseechingly. Charlie's fingers stroked through Colby's hair. He smiled encouragingly. "You can use your safe word," Charlie's hand came to rest on Colby's cheek. "It's there for situations you're not sure about."
Colby closed his eyes. He didn't want to disappoint Charlie, but he couldn't do this. "Red," he murmured opening his eyes to meet Charlie's. "I'm sorry, sir. I... I can't. I'm a federal agent. If anyone found out..."
"What would happen?"
Colby shook his head. "I don't know. I really don't want to find out the hard way. And... I'm sure Don's just looking for an reason to get rid of me."
Charlie tucked himself back in his trousers. "It's ok, Colb. Nothing you don't want. That's why you have your safe word," he paused, holding Colby's chin. "I would never force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. You do believe me, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you want to go home now?"
"Please, sir. If you don't mind, sir."
"Come on." Charlie stood. His eyes twinkled. "We can finish this at home."
Colby smiled. "Yes, sir," he replied, enthusiastically.
Holding out his hand, Charlie helped Colby off his knees, keeping a tight grip of Colby's hand as he led him out of the club.
*****
The taxi ride home was comfortable. Colby was tired; he found that he tired more easily since the freighter incident. He snuggled into Charlie.
"I'm pleased with you for using your safe word," Charlie murmured.
"Really?" Colby sounded surprised. He twisted round to face Charlie.
Charlie smiled. "Yeah, of course I am. I need to know your limits, but, more importantly, you need to know your limits. If you'd done what I'd asked of you how would you feel now?"
Colby considered this. "Cheap, like a rent boy blowing his pimp."
"Exactly," Charlie paused. "How do you feel now?"
"Loved. Respected." Colby grinned. "Horny!"
"And when we get home..."
"I'm gonna suck your brains out through your cock."
"Good boy," Charlie laughed, ruffling Colby's hair. As far as Charlie was concerned it had been a very successful night; new limits had been set; Colby understood the importance of his safe word; Colby felt loved and respected, which he was; and they had a long night of sex ahead of them.
( Part Four )
Author: zibal_01
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/character: Colby Granger/Charlie Eppes
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 14,098 overall
Kink: d/s, bondage, adrenalin & crises, barebacking, discipline, dog tags
Notes/Warnings: M/M slash, Spoilers for "Hollywood Homicide", Beta shamazipan
Summary: After the events of the Janus List, Charlie takes Colby under his wing, and teaches him a few things that they don't teach at Quantico.
Artist: maryaminx
Part One
Part Two
The Education of an Idaho Farm Boy
Part Three
Colby was extremely uncomfortable when he awoke the following morning - not that it was the bed's fault! The bed was fine, but the owner had left his mark on Colby - well, his ass mainly! He groaned; Charlie chuckled in response.
"How are you this morning?" Charlie asked.
"Sore."
"Ready for round two?" Charlie's hand wandered down Colby's back, fingers brushing delicately over the skin. Colby's skin tingled under Charlie's touch; Charlie felt Colby quiver. His hand slid lower, to Colby's ass, a finger sliding between his cheeks, to his puckered entrance.
"Yes, sir," Colby replied. "What do you want me to do, sir?"
"On your knees on the floor." Colby complied. Charlie carded his fingers through Colby's hair. "Good boy. Now, what I am going to do with you?" He gripped Colby's hair, pulling his head back. Colby gasped, surprised by Charlie's action. Charlie spoke softly. "If you want me to stop, you can use your safe word. I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do. Are you still okay?"
"Yes, sir," Colby replied.
"I'm going to start your training now," Charlie grasped Colby's chin, forcing him to look at Charlie. "You need to learn what you can and can't do; how you are to behave when we are alone; the behaviour I expect from you when we're with friends; and what I expect from you when we're out. Ok?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Charlie released Colby's chin. "Put your hands behind your back; link your fingers." Colby complied. "Good boy. Now, cross your ankles. Good. Head down; keep your eyes fixed about six inches in front of your knees." Charlie nodded his head approvingly. Colby was a quick study. "When we are alone, this is how you present yourself. If I have to remind you, you will be disciplined. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Charlie smiled. "Now I have a job for you."
"Sir?" A finger under his chin lifted Colby's head. Charlie's cock nudged at Colby's lips. Colby moved his hands to hold Charlie's hips, to help support them both. Charlie froze.
"Did I say you could move?" It was a rhetorical question. "Mouth only." Colby's hands moved back to their position behind his back.
Colby tried to relax as Charlie's cock nudged his lips apart. His essence flooded over Colby; his male muskiness; the salty tang of pre-cum; stale sweat from the previous night's exertions.
Charlie's cock pushed between Colby's teeth, weighing heavily on his tongue. He pushed it in further, stopping when Colby gagged. A thought struck Charlie: with his cock down Colby's throat, how could Colby use his safe word? He stilled his hips, a hand resting on Colby's cheek.
"Colby," Charlie waited until Colby's eyes met his. "If you need to stop raise your left hand. Ok?" Colby tried to nod his agreement; it proved to be difficult with Charlie's cock where it was. Charlie smiled. "Good boy." Charlie carded his fingers through Colby's hair, leaving it resting on the back of his head; holding him gently in place.
Charlie felt Colby's tongue slide against the large vein on the underside of his cock. His hips bucked, involuntarily; Colby's groan vibrated through Charlie's body, encouraging him to move.
He set an easy pace, hips rocking slowly, pushing further into Colby's mouth with each forward push. Colby's teeth scraped Charlie's sensitive skin; the hand behind his head pulling him close, holding him tightly. Charlie thrust harder into Colby's mouth, faster and deeper as he approached his climax...
Colby was panicking. He couldn't breathe; he was going to suffocate. His eyes watered; saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth. He felt himself becoming light-headed... He was on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Charlie was kneeling beside him, supporting him, a hand rubbing circles, soothingly, on his back.
"Good boy, Colby," Charlie murmured. "You're doing really well." He placed a gentle kiss on Colby's temple. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, sir," Colby managed to mumble. "I'm sorry. I... I let you down..."
Charlie was confused. "How did you let me down?"
"I... I panicked," Colby admitted. "I don't know what happened. One minute I was... was... and the next I... I... wasn't..."
Charlie chuckled, then turned serious. "Next time, raise your hand!"
"Sorry, sir," Colby sounded sheepish. He had let Charlie down. He wondered if Charlie was going to discipline him for not raising his hand when he really should have - and he knew he should have.
"On your feet," Charlie's tone was hard, business like. Colby obeyed. Without being told, Colby linked his fingers behind his back, eyes downcast. He could feel Charlie's eyes on him, scrutinising his every move. "Good boy. You really are learning," Charlie paused, his fingers caressing Colby's skin. "And you know you have to be punished now, don't you?"
No answer was required, but Colby replied. "Yes, sir. I know that."
"Good. Now face the wall, legs apart," Charlie watched Colby. "Hands on the wall, over your head; slightly wider. Good." Charlie delved into the box in his wardrobe, pulling out a riding crop. He returned to Colby's side, showing him the crop. "Ten strokes with this. After each one you will thank me. If you need to, use your safe word. Now, on your toes..."
The first stroke took Colby by surprise. He gasped, before remembering his instructions. "Thank you, sir." Charlie smiled. The nine remaining strokes were delivered; Colby thanking Charlie for each. After the final stroke, Charlie returned the crop to the box in the wardrobe.
"You can relax now, Colb," Charlie's hands massaged Colby's shoulders, easing the tension in them. "Ok, go and lie on the bed, I'll be right with you."
Colby lay on his side. It was the only way he could get comfortable! Charlie smiled as he noticed Colby's problems - his ass was red raw, and his cock was so hard it was leaking. "You look like you could use a bit of a hand there. Do you think you can lie on your back?"
"Yes, sir," Colby winced as he lay on his back, his ass aching. His erections bounced on his abdomen as Charlie knelt on the bed beside him. Straddling Colby's hips, Charlie leant forward, kissing Colby deeply. His hands gripped Colby's shoulders, eyes meeting, as Charlie slowly impaled himself on Colby's cock.
Charlie felt his anus spreading around Colby's cock; the cock sliding deeper into Charlie's slicked passage. Once Colby was fully seated, Charlie paused. He was panting; the sweat glistening on his skin. Steadying his breath, he spoke. "The rules apply; no talking; no moving; use your safe word if you need to."
Colby watched as Charlie, slowly, rode his cock. Charlie's hands caressed Colby's skin, Colby quivering under his touch. A hand settled over Colby's dog tags, Charlie balancing himself on them as he rose and fell, the exquisite torture slowly undoing Colby.
"You can come now," Charlie's voice trickled through the sex-fogged mush that was Colby's brain.
Without conscious thought, Colby's climax overtook him; spilling his seed deep inside Charlie. Charlie held him until his shuddering subsided. They kissed tenderly, tongues duelling. Charlie wrapped himself more tightly around Colby, legs entwined, fingers laced. Eyes met as the kiss broke. Charlie's nose wrinkled.
"I need to shower, then head to school," Charlie rose. "You can stay here if you want to. Or do you want a ride home?"
Colby ran a hand through his hair, considering his options. "Can you give me a ride home? I need to get organised for going back to the office."
"Ok," Charlie smiled wickedly. "Come shower with me..."
*****
For Colby, the Universe had shrunk. Charlie could be very distracting - three fingers up your ass and a mouth round your cock could pretty much distract you from the end of the world! For Colby, that was his Universe - Charlie; fingers; mouth.
Charlie was watching Colby coming undone. The agent's head was dropped back against the tiles; eyes closed; jaw slack. Smiling round his mouthful, Charlie started to hum quietly. The vibrations hit Colby like a freight train, travelling through him in waves. Charlie watched as Colby's hands clenched and opened, trying to gain some purchase on the smooth tiles under them. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but was determined to delay the inevitable as long as possible.
Colby was balancing on the edge of the precipice, trying not to fall over. Charlie's dual assault had his body's control disintegrating around him. He felt his balls tightening; white light flashed behind his eyes, and he came down Charlie's throat.
His was on his knees, head on Charlie's shoulder when awareness returned to Colby. Charlie's arms were wrapped tightly around him, one hand on the back of his head, the other stroking gently up and down his spine. He could feel the water spraying over him, each tiny droplet feeling like a deluge to his over sensitised skin. Struggling, he lifted his head, eyes meeting Charlie's.
Charlie smiled as Colby's orgasm glazed eyes met his. He watched as the glazed look faded; Colby blinking himself back to the world. Charlie's fingers carded through Colby's hair, eyes smiling. He placed a gentle kiss on Colby's forehead. "Are you ok?" Colby nodded. "Come on. Let's get you out of here before the water runs cold."
Colby staggered to his feet, Charlie catching his elbow to stop him from falling. They stepped out of the shower, Charlie grabbing towels for them. He dried himself quickly before wrapping the towel around his waist. Colby watched him, trying to get his brain to communicate with his body. Charlie decided to take matters into his own hands. Wrapping a towel around Colby's waist, Charlie grabbed his dog tags and led him from the bathroom.
*****
Alan Eppes stared in disbelief as his son, Charlie, led Colby from the bathroom by his dog tags, both men dressed solely in towels.
"Morning, dad," Charlie smiled happily as they passed. Colby blushed deeply, colouring from the tips of his ears down his chest, averting his eyes from Alan's line of vision.
*****
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Colby found his voice. "Charlie. Your dad saw us..."
"Yeah."
"What if he..."
"What if he what, Colb?"
Staring at his feet, Colby replied. "Tells Don."
"Hey, Colb, don't worry about it." Charlie was there, pressed against him, hand on his cheek. He met his eyes, and Colby's worry was forgotten. Lips met; Colby groaned. His body already ached from Charlie's ministrations.
"Charlie, much as I'd like to continue this, I gotta go to work..." His eyes pleaded with Charlie to continue this later, when they had more time.
"Tonight I'm taking you out," Charlie muttered, pressing a chaste kiss on Colby's lips. "But I suppose I'd better let you get to work."
*****
An hour later, Colby walked into the Bull Pen. All eyes were on him, making him feel awkward, embarrassed. He tried not to notice them; just headed to his desk. He sighed deeply; it had been emptied. Which wasn't really surprising given the circumstances of his absence.
Don and Megan approached; no David. Small talk passed, but there was a feeling of forcedness about it. Knowing he had to sit tight until he was re-assigned, Colby asked about the team's current cases: A death at the home of a Hollywood superstar; he could team up with Liz Warner.
By the time he left the office with Liz, David still hadn't spoken to him. It was going to be a hard day, but the thought of Charlie kept him going; Charlie and his plans for that night; taking him out - which meant more training. He swallowed hard at the thought, trying to keep his body in check. Arousal pulsed through his veins; his blood rushing to his cock. Concentrating on the job in hand, he felt his arousal ebb away. They had a murder to solve.
*****
By the time Colby arrived home he was exhausted. The case was proving to be difficult; they now had more questions unanswered than they had started with. Sighing, he opened his apartment door. The lights were on. Pulling his gun, he switched easily into full agent mode.
The final room he checked was his bedroom. He found the intruded sitting on his bed. "Charlie! What are you..."
Charlie cut him off. "I believe we are alone. Do I have to remind you what that means?"
Colby stared blankly, then comprehension dawned. "No, sir," he mumbled as he started stripping. As his clothes hit the floor he felt the tensions of the day lift. He felt completely relaxed as he knelt on the floor; Charlie was there; Charlie loved him; Charlie would look after him.
"Good boy," Charlie rose from the bed. "We're going to a club tonight. A certain type of club." Colby raised his eyes to meet Charlie's. Charlie could see his worry. "You'll be fine." Charlie crouched down to Colby's level. "New rules for tonight: Do not speak, even if spoken to. Anyone wants you, they'll speak to me - and they're not getting you. I've waited long enough to be with you. There's no way I'm sharing you!" Colby was horrified at the thought of being shared, but he trusted Charlie. Charlie continued. "You keep your eyes down. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are such a good boy," Charlie murmured stroking Colby's cock. "You can get dressed now."
*****
Colby looked fantastic in the clothes Charlie had chosen for him; black leather trousers, black biker boots and a black sleeveless t-shirt were topped off with a black leather collar. "Property of Professor Charles Edward Eppes" was engraved into it. Colby was a rhapsody in black.
Charlie's eyes roamed over the muscular form before him. The bulge of Colby's cock was emphasised by the tightness of the trousers. "Mine," Charlie stated, placing his hand on Colby's cock before kissing him deeply.
"Yours," Colby agreed when the kiss broke. He was trembling with arousal, needing Charlie so badly he ached.
"Still got your dog tags on?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy," he looked Colby over one final time. "Time to go."
*****
The taxi drove down Melrose Avenue, stopping outside "Faultline Bar", spilling Charlie and Colby onto the pavement. Colby stopped, anxiety filling him. He spoke softly to Charlie. "I don't know if I can do this..."
Charlie took his hand re-assuringly. "You'll be fine. Just relax." A chaste kiss followed. "You will be fine." Charlie took Colby's hand leading him into the queue. He could feel Colby quivering slightly under his touch; a smile graced his faced. He knew he had Colby just where he wanted him.
They entered the bar, Charlie drinking in the atmosphere; Colby followed closely behind him, not wanting to lose him; unsure of himself in this new environment.
"Do you want a drink, Colb?"
"A beer please, Charlie," Colby sounded lost.
"Have you ever been to a gay bar?"
"No," Colby replied as they headed to the bar. "I... I never had anyone to go with... and I didn't want to go by myself," he shrugged. "I know I like to be dominated, and I... I didn't want to risk meeting someone..." Colby's head dropped. Charlie carded his fingers through his hair.
"Hey, it's ok. Nothing that you don't want."
Colby smiled. "I know. I... I trust you."
"You need to understand some more rules for when we're here." They sat, Charlie wrapping an arm around Colby's shoulders protectively. "Have your beer first, then we'll talk about them."
They drank slowly, Charlie allowing Colby to become accustomed to his surroundings. He was a bit quiet, even for Colby, but Charlie allowed him time. He needed him to relax.
Colby glanced round the bar as he sipped his beer. Couples were making out; the atmosphere was very relaxed. Music played, people danced, Colby sipped. He noticed a few couples sitting around the bar, one on a chair, the other on the floor at his partner's feet. He turned to Charlie. "Is that what you want me to do?" He indicated what he meant.
Charlie stroked his hair. "Only if you want to." Colby turned large, honest eyes to Charlie.
"Do you want me to, sir?"
"Yes."
"Then, yes sir, I want to," Colby slid from his seat, kneeling at Charlie's feet. Charlie's fingers twined in Colby's hair, holding him loosely.
"You really are such a good boy, Colb."
They sat for a while in comfortable silence, Charlie's hand in Colby's hair, Colby's eyes downcast. When they had finished their drinks, Charlie led Colby to the dance floor, pulling him close, holding him tightly. He ground against Colby causing him to groan.
"Use your safe word if you need to," he reminded. Colby nodded.
"I'm fine." His eyes were taking on a glazed blissed out look. Charlie knew he would be agreeable to almost anything he suggested soon, but he wasn't going to push him. Wrapping his hand around Colby's neck he drew him into a deep kiss. Colby's cock ground into his hip, his groan swallowed by Charlie's mouth. Breaking the kiss Charlie spun Colby, grinding his cock into Colby's ass. Colby's head dropped back onto Charlie's shoulder as Charlie started stroking his cock through his trousers.
Colby's knees buckled, Charlie supporting him. "We're going back to have a seat now," Charlie murmured in Colby's ear. He bucked against Colby's ass. "I have a job for you..."
They found a seat in a quiet corner, Charlie pushing Colby to his knees. He unzipped his trousers, withdrawing his cock. He pulled Colby's mouth towards him. Colby resisted momentarily, Charlie expecting him to use his safe word.
A long moment passed. Colby's eyes sought Charlie's beseechingly. Charlie's fingers stroked through Colby's hair. He smiled encouragingly. "You can use your safe word," Charlie's hand came to rest on Colby's cheek. "It's there for situations you're not sure about."
Colby closed his eyes. He didn't want to disappoint Charlie, but he couldn't do this. "Red," he murmured opening his eyes to meet Charlie's. "I'm sorry, sir. I... I can't. I'm a federal agent. If anyone found out..."
"What would happen?"
Colby shook his head. "I don't know. I really don't want to find out the hard way. And... I'm sure Don's just looking for an reason to get rid of me."
Charlie tucked himself back in his trousers. "It's ok, Colb. Nothing you don't want. That's why you have your safe word," he paused, holding Colby's chin. "I would never force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. You do believe me, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you want to go home now?"
"Please, sir. If you don't mind, sir."
"Come on." Charlie stood. His eyes twinkled. "We can finish this at home."
Colby smiled. "Yes, sir," he replied, enthusiastically.
Holding out his hand, Charlie helped Colby off his knees, keeping a tight grip of Colby's hand as he led him out of the club.
*****
The taxi ride home was comfortable. Colby was tired; he found that he tired more easily since the freighter incident. He snuggled into Charlie.
"I'm pleased with you for using your safe word," Charlie murmured.
"Really?" Colby sounded surprised. He twisted round to face Charlie.
Charlie smiled. "Yeah, of course I am. I need to know your limits, but, more importantly, you need to know your limits. If you'd done what I'd asked of you how would you feel now?"
Colby considered this. "Cheap, like a rent boy blowing his pimp."
"Exactly," Charlie paused. "How do you feel now?"
"Loved. Respected." Colby grinned. "Horny!"
"And when we get home..."
"I'm gonna suck your brains out through your cock."
"Good boy," Charlie laughed, ruffling Colby's hair. As far as Charlie was concerned it had been a very successful night; new limits had been set; Colby understood the importance of his safe word; Colby felt loved and respected, which he was; and they had a long night of sex ahead of them.
( Part Four )