Numb3rs Fic: Clean Slate
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Title: Clean Slate
Series/Universe: Clean Slate
Pairing/Characters: Billy/Colby
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Man Hunt, Judgment Call, The Janus List, Trust Metric
Summary: Colby feels like he's a pariah until he meets Billy and gets a fresh start
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
He rolls into town like a hurricane, everything Don said he was and more.
Billy's a force of nature - one Colby can't fight and doesn't want to after three beers and two shots of tequila.
Everyone else views him with a wary eye, like he's tainted, he could be revealed to really be a traitor and a spy even after being exonerated.
But to Billy he's just one of the guys and it's like starting over with a clean slate.
And he's hot.
Really not a bad combination, especially since David's been treating him like he has the plague.
Billy's got a room at a fairly swank hotel for a change and when he mentions a fully stocked minibar with a glint in his eye Colby makes a crack about drinking the FBI's liquor and goes with him without technically ever saying yes to anything.
Apparently Billy doesn't need permission because he pushes Colby up against the wall as soon as they walk in and crushes their mouths together.
A good hard brainless fuck is just what Colby could use about now so he puts up a bit of a struggle for show and then lets Billy establish his dominance.
Once the alpha status is taken care of, Billy lets him go, a swagger in his step as he heads over to the small refrigerator. He takes out a small handful of bottles and tosses one to Colby who almost doesn't catch it since he's in the middle of taking off his jacket.
Colby puts his aside and watches as Billy downs his, eyeing the line of his throat as he tips his head back. Suddenly feeling warmer than when he had his jacket on, he takes off his button up shirt so he's just in his plain white t-shirt.
Billy opens a second bottle and rather than drink it pours some down Colby's neck, lapping it up with his tongue.
Colby's breath catches.
Then Billy pours the rest over his chest, mouthing the wet t-shirt over his nipple then grazing it with his teeth.
Now Colby can't breathe at all.
Billy strips the shirt off him and tugs him by the belt loop into the bathroom where shoes and socks fly off as steam fills the room.
Billy pushes him in, still in his jeans, and holds him under the spray until he's soaked.
He leans his back against the wall and closes his eyes as Billy follows the warm rivulets down the hard planes of his abs with his tongue.
When Billy moves away to pull his sodden t-shirt off, Colby opens his eyes, watching the wet fabric peel away from Billy's lean torso. He licks his lips, thinks he can taste the freckles from here.
They reach for each other, closing the distance between their bare skin, and kiss hungrily as toned pecs brush against each other. Their hands grip each other's ass - bringing their groins into contact as they grind against each other, the tantalizing scratch of wet denim growing their need.
Billy's the first to get pants undone, dragging the clinging fabric down Colby's muscular legs, tugging his underwear off as well before throwing the garments aside with an unnaturally loud splat on the porcelain.
Colby beckons him back, unbuttoning Billy's fly. No underwear. No bush of reddish curls either as he'd imagined. Billy's trimmed short and neat and Colby finds that unbearably hot.
He drops to his knees and practically yanks the damp pants down to get to Billy's cock. The jeans are stuck at his thighs when Colby loses patience and just sucks Billy down to the root, fingers skimming over the bristly pubic hair.
He manages to keep his eyes open, the constellation of freckles that dot Billy's pale skin dizzying. Beer and tequila and sex mix in his mouth and it's all intoxicating.
A low groan later, Billy pushes him away reluctantly and he helps him step out of the jeans before tossing them on the pile out of the way. For a second while Billy fetches a condom from his shaving kit Colby wonders how he'll get dressed to leave, then Billy makes it clear he's not leaving any time tonight with a searing possessive kiss.
Finally naked and standing pressed against each other, the rush of full body contact just fuels their efforts. Hands roam over taut muscles as the shower water sluices between their fingers.
Steam fills the room, fills their lungs as they draw gasping breaths between ardent kisses. They're hard against each other's bellies, sliding slick against skin, a heat rising within them that has nothing to do with hot water.
Colby's loathe to break away, but he knows what he came for and right now he's tired of being patient - waiting, always waiting to let go, live life, stop looking over his shoulder...
Billy reads his hesitation perfectly and halts long enough to turn him to face the shower wall. Strong hands grip Colby, send a message to stay put, send a thrill of anticipation through him.
Those hands trail down his spine, across his hips and then knead his ass cheeks briefly before parting them. He braces himself, but it's the slippery swipe of Billy's tongue that causes him to jump.
A slick digit - shampoo, he wonders - penetrates him and thought ends as Billy's fingertip brushes over the spot that makes his mind go blissfully empty. His fingers curl against the tile, grappling for something to hold on to as Billy drives him higher, pulling out just as he's starting to lose control.
He leans his forehead against the tile as he recovers, feeling Billy's hand resting on his back, waiting for a sign he's ready to continue. When he turns his head and nods Billy surprises him, grabbing him by the short hair at the back of his neck and pulling him back for an almost brutal kiss, the force and dominance of it make Colby melt into submission, turning his body over to Billy's knowing hands.
He's sufficiently distracted by the kiss so that he almost doesn't have time to choke out a cry of surprise when Billy spears him from behind, thrusting into him all at once. His cock is thick and rock hard and everything Colby wants right now.
Billy's strong, stronger than he looks, so Colby braces himself, his muscles flexing at the effort to keep from getting slammed into the wall. Billy abandons the kiss and holds Colby in place; his fingers cut into his hips with the bruising force of his passion.
Colby settles in, ready to let the inevitable escalation claim him, then Billy grabs him - arms crossing his chest to forcibly turn him to face the shower spray. The droplets pelt his painfully hard cock and his taut nipples, ratcheting up the sensation as Billy continues to pound into him.
He lets his head loll back onto Billy's shoulder behind him, letting the dual assault carry him off.
He's sure the electrical jolts ricocheting inside his body are enough to send him over the edge, but then Billy's hand closes around the head of his cock and squeezes.
He'd flail if Billy wasn't holding him so tightly, it's that intense. He has no control over body, breath, behavior and he distantly thinks he's calling out a name and hopes it's Billy's. The white noise of the shower fills his ears and his vision goes white as well for just a few seconds, then it's back to tile, water and Billy cursing in his ear as his own release overtakes him with a shudder that echoes through Colby's body as well.
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Colby doesn't really recall leaving the bathroom and getting into bed, but he's dry, warm and pleasantly tangled in Billy's limbs. He wouldn't move if he could, but the message from Billy is clear...
Stay.
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Title: Clean Slate
Series/Universe: Clean Slate
Pairing/Characters: Billy/Colby
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Man Hunt, Judgment Call, The Janus List, Trust Metric
Summary: Colby feels like he's a pariah until he meets Billy and gets a fresh start
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
He rolls into town like a hurricane, everything Don said he was and more.
Billy's a force of nature - one Colby can't fight and doesn't want to after three beers and two shots of tequila.
Everyone else views him with a wary eye, like he's tainted, he could be revealed to really be a traitor and a spy even after being exonerated.
But to Billy he's just one of the guys and it's like starting over with a clean slate.
And he's hot.
Really not a bad combination, especially since David's been treating him like he has the plague.
Billy's got a room at a fairly swank hotel for a change and when he mentions a fully stocked minibar with a glint in his eye Colby makes a crack about drinking the FBI's liquor and goes with him without technically ever saying yes to anything.
Apparently Billy doesn't need permission because he pushes Colby up against the wall as soon as they walk in and crushes their mouths together.
A good hard brainless fuck is just what Colby could use about now so he puts up a bit of a struggle for show and then lets Billy establish his dominance.
Once the alpha status is taken care of, Billy lets him go, a swagger in his step as he heads over to the small refrigerator. He takes out a small handful of bottles and tosses one to Colby who almost doesn't catch it since he's in the middle of taking off his jacket.
Colby puts his aside and watches as Billy downs his, eyeing the line of his throat as he tips his head back. Suddenly feeling warmer than when he had his jacket on, he takes off his button up shirt so he's just in his plain white t-shirt.
Billy opens a second bottle and rather than drink it pours some down Colby's neck, lapping it up with his tongue.
Colby's breath catches.
Then Billy pours the rest over his chest, mouthing the wet t-shirt over his nipple then grazing it with his teeth.
Now Colby can't breathe at all.
Billy strips the shirt off him and tugs him by the belt loop into the bathroom where shoes and socks fly off as steam fills the room.
Billy pushes him in, still in his jeans, and holds him under the spray until he's soaked.
He leans his back against the wall and closes his eyes as Billy follows the warm rivulets down the hard planes of his abs with his tongue.
When Billy moves away to pull his sodden t-shirt off, Colby opens his eyes, watching the wet fabric peel away from Billy's lean torso. He licks his lips, thinks he can taste the freckles from here.
They reach for each other, closing the distance between their bare skin, and kiss hungrily as toned pecs brush against each other. Their hands grip each other's ass - bringing their groins into contact as they grind against each other, the tantalizing scratch of wet denim growing their need.
Billy's the first to get pants undone, dragging the clinging fabric down Colby's muscular legs, tugging his underwear off as well before throwing the garments aside with an unnaturally loud splat on the porcelain.
Colby beckons him back, unbuttoning Billy's fly. No underwear. No bush of reddish curls either as he'd imagined. Billy's trimmed short and neat and Colby finds that unbearably hot.
He drops to his knees and practically yanks the damp pants down to get to Billy's cock. The jeans are stuck at his thighs when Colby loses patience and just sucks Billy down to the root, fingers skimming over the bristly pubic hair.
He manages to keep his eyes open, the constellation of freckles that dot Billy's pale skin dizzying. Beer and tequila and sex mix in his mouth and it's all intoxicating.
A low groan later, Billy pushes him away reluctantly and he helps him step out of the jeans before tossing them on the pile out of the way. For a second while Billy fetches a condom from his shaving kit Colby wonders how he'll get dressed to leave, then Billy makes it clear he's not leaving any time tonight with a searing possessive kiss.
Finally naked and standing pressed against each other, the rush of full body contact just fuels their efforts. Hands roam over taut muscles as the shower water sluices between their fingers.
Steam fills the room, fills their lungs as they draw gasping breaths between ardent kisses. They're hard against each other's bellies, sliding slick against skin, a heat rising within them that has nothing to do with hot water.
Colby's loathe to break away, but he knows what he came for and right now he's tired of being patient - waiting, always waiting to let go, live life, stop looking over his shoulder...
Billy reads his hesitation perfectly and halts long enough to turn him to face the shower wall. Strong hands grip Colby, send a message to stay put, send a thrill of anticipation through him.
Those hands trail down his spine, across his hips and then knead his ass cheeks briefly before parting them. He braces himself, but it's the slippery swipe of Billy's tongue that causes him to jump.
A slick digit - shampoo, he wonders - penetrates him and thought ends as Billy's fingertip brushes over the spot that makes his mind go blissfully empty. His fingers curl against the tile, grappling for something to hold on to as Billy drives him higher, pulling out just as he's starting to lose control.
He leans his forehead against the tile as he recovers, feeling Billy's hand resting on his back, waiting for a sign he's ready to continue. When he turns his head and nods Billy surprises him, grabbing him by the short hair at the back of his neck and pulling him back for an almost brutal kiss, the force and dominance of it make Colby melt into submission, turning his body over to Billy's knowing hands.
He's sufficiently distracted by the kiss so that he almost doesn't have time to choke out a cry of surprise when Billy spears him from behind, thrusting into him all at once. His cock is thick and rock hard and everything Colby wants right now.
Billy's strong, stronger than he looks, so Colby braces himself, his muscles flexing at the effort to keep from getting slammed into the wall. Billy abandons the kiss and holds Colby in place; his fingers cut into his hips with the bruising force of his passion.
Colby settles in, ready to let the inevitable escalation claim him, then Billy grabs him - arms crossing his chest to forcibly turn him to face the shower spray. The droplets pelt his painfully hard cock and his taut nipples, ratcheting up the sensation as Billy continues to pound into him.
He lets his head loll back onto Billy's shoulder behind him, letting the dual assault carry him off.
He's sure the electrical jolts ricocheting inside his body are enough to send him over the edge, but then Billy's hand closes around the head of his cock and squeezes.
He'd flail if Billy wasn't holding him so tightly, it's that intense. He has no control over body, breath, behavior and he distantly thinks he's calling out a name and hopes it's Billy's. The white noise of the shower fills his ears and his vision goes white as well for just a few seconds, then it's back to tile, water and Billy cursing in his ear as his own release overtakes him with a shudder that echoes through Colby's body as well.
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Colby doesn't really recall leaving the bathroom and getting into bed, but he's dry, warm and pleasantly tangled in Billy's limbs. He wouldn't move if he could, but the message from Billy is clear...
Stay.
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