Fanfiction: Numb3rs (NC-17)
Title: Vacation
Pairing/Characters: Special Agent Ian Edgerton, Special Agent Colby Granger; Colby/Edgerton
Rating: R/NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Word Count: 981
Spoilers: For Sniper Zero, Toxin, Spree, Two Daughters, Pandora's Box, and High Exposure.
Summary:
Notes/Warnings: Written for the n3fanficart100 prompt "Wrestle". Rating for naughty activities between two men. Inspired by Toxin. Beta by umbralillium.
Vacation
Special Agents Ian Edgerton and Colby Granger were out enjoying the Idaho backcountry when a sudden downpour put an end to their plans for the day. By the time they'd hiked back to the cabin, their clothes were completely soaked through. Even to their underwear.
"Damn, I forgot how quickly storms form here." Colby futilely wrung out the hem of his flannel shirt. "In LA, you see it coming a long way off."
"Don't worry about it, Granger." Ian didn't bother with wringing; he just peeled his shirt off, letting it land on the floor with a wet plop. "So long as we get warm and dry ASAP, we should be fine."
The younger man rolled his eyes at the older man, attempting to peel off his own shirt. "Yes, I took the wilderness survival course, too. In the Army and the FBI."
"Of course." Amused, Ian removed his T-shirt, revealing a smooth, solidly muscled chest, his nipples already hardened due to the cold.
Colby was still having difficulty with his flannel shirt. It was determined to cling to his arms. "Dammit, why won't it come off?"
"Let me help." Ian took one cuff and tugged it over Colby's hand. He repeated the process with the other cuff and it was only a few minutes before it joined Ian's shirts on the floor. "There."
Colby smiled crookedly, Ian's scent of sandalwood and pine almost overwhelming him now that the other man stood so close. Combined with the smell of fresh rain, it was a heady mixture that made him almost dizzy. "Thanks."
"No problem." Ian's hand almost seemed to ghost along his shoulder as he moved away, sitting down to remove his boots and socks. Colby leaned back against the wall and leaned down to remove his as well, sighing softly as the cold material pulled away from his feet.
Colby reached for the hem of his T-shirt to pull it off as he headed for the bathroom. "I was thinking a shower would be quicker than simply changing into dry clothes."
"I like the way you think, Granger." Ian's comment was accompanied by the distinct sound of a belt being unbuckled. "Would you object to sharing?"
His mouth suddenly dry, Colby had to swallow before he could answer, "No, I wouldn't object."
"Good. I was going to join you anyway." There was a definite chuckle in Ian's voice and Colby had to force himself not to see if the other man had finished peeling off his jeans.
Luckily, his shirt helped the situation by refusing to come off. It was tangled around his arms and a frustrated sound escaped him as he bumped into a wall, trying to wrestle off the shirt. "Do my shirts have it in for me today or something?"
"They must." Ian chuckled again, the fact that he sounded closer the only warning Colby received before he felt the other man's hands on his arms, helping him wrestle the shirt off.
Once the shirt was on the floor, he realized that Ian was completely nude, having apparently decided against wearing any underwear. He cleared his throat and turned to go into the bathroom and start the shower.
Keeping his back to Ian as the older man followed him in, Colby started to take off his jeans, praying he wouldn't embarrass himself with an inopportune reaction. While he balanced on one leg to finish removing his jeans, Ian leaned past him to turn on the water. Startled, Colby lost his balance and stumbled into Ian, who stumbled, in turn, into the shower door.
"All right?" Lean, muscular arms automatically circled Colby, steadying him.
"Yeah, fine." He started to straighten up, and then realized there was something nudging at his ass that had nothing to do with Ian's hand. He glanced over a muscular shoulder at the man behind him. "Is there something you'd like to share with me?"
"Only when you join me in the shower." Ian helped Colby stand up and stepped into the shower stall, smirking at the younger man through the glass.
Green eyes narrowed as Ian deliberately slid a hand down his chest and stomach to curl around his erection, stroking it lazily. Growling softly, Colby all but ripped off his black boxer briefs, yanked open the shower stall, and stepped inside to join the other man.
The kiss was hot, wet, hungry, and exactly what he needed after days of flirting and innuendo. Between the Army and the FBI, Colby hadn't had much of a chance to indulge in his need for raw, aggressive sex recently. It seemed Ian would fulfill that need nicely.
"I hope you're certain about this, Colby." Ian's voice was rough, calloused hands sliding down Colby's sides to grip his hips and pull them against his.
"God, Ian, just do it already," he growled, gripping Ian's ass in his hands to keep their hips pressed together. They hardly noticed the water pounding down on them as they rubbed against each other, the pleasure spiraling higher until it became too much and burst over them. They leaned against the wall, panting for breath. "That's one way to warm up."
"You can't complain that I don't take proper care of you," Ian retorted with a smirk as he leaned back so the water could wash away their combined semen.
"I've never had a reason to complain." Colby squeezed Ian's ass suggestively. "Let's go to bed and you can keep me warm some more."
"I like that plan." Ian's smirk widened and he reached back to turn off the water.
They wrestled playfully over who got to dry whom first. It continued on into the bedroom, where they tumbled onto the big bed in a tangle of legs and arms, kissing furiously. The rest of the vacation looked like it was going to go much better than he'd hoped.
End
Pairing/Characters: Special Agent Ian Edgerton, Special Agent Colby Granger; Colby/Edgerton
Rating: R/NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Word Count: 981
Spoilers: For Sniper Zero, Toxin, Spree, Two Daughters, Pandora's Box, and High Exposure.
Summary:
Notes/Warnings: Written for the n3fanficart100 prompt "Wrestle". Rating for naughty activities between two men. Inspired by Toxin. Beta by umbralillium.
Vacation
Special Agents Ian Edgerton and Colby Granger were out enjoying the Idaho backcountry when a sudden downpour put an end to their plans for the day. By the time they'd hiked back to the cabin, their clothes were completely soaked through. Even to their underwear.
"Damn, I forgot how quickly storms form here." Colby futilely wrung out the hem of his flannel shirt. "In LA, you see it coming a long way off."
"Don't worry about it, Granger." Ian didn't bother with wringing; he just peeled his shirt off, letting it land on the floor with a wet plop. "So long as we get warm and dry ASAP, we should be fine."
The younger man rolled his eyes at the older man, attempting to peel off his own shirt. "Yes, I took the wilderness survival course, too. In the Army and the FBI."
"Of course." Amused, Ian removed his T-shirt, revealing a smooth, solidly muscled chest, his nipples already hardened due to the cold.
Colby was still having difficulty with his flannel shirt. It was determined to cling to his arms. "Dammit, why won't it come off?"
"Let me help." Ian took one cuff and tugged it over Colby's hand. He repeated the process with the other cuff and it was only a few minutes before it joined Ian's shirts on the floor. "There."
Colby smiled crookedly, Ian's scent of sandalwood and pine almost overwhelming him now that the other man stood so close. Combined with the smell of fresh rain, it was a heady mixture that made him almost dizzy. "Thanks."
"No problem." Ian's hand almost seemed to ghost along his shoulder as he moved away, sitting down to remove his boots and socks. Colby leaned back against the wall and leaned down to remove his as well, sighing softly as the cold material pulled away from his feet.
Colby reached for the hem of his T-shirt to pull it off as he headed for the bathroom. "I was thinking a shower would be quicker than simply changing into dry clothes."
"I like the way you think, Granger." Ian's comment was accompanied by the distinct sound of a belt being unbuckled. "Would you object to sharing?"
His mouth suddenly dry, Colby had to swallow before he could answer, "No, I wouldn't object."
"Good. I was going to join you anyway." There was a definite chuckle in Ian's voice and Colby had to force himself not to see if the other man had finished peeling off his jeans.
Luckily, his shirt helped the situation by refusing to come off. It was tangled around his arms and a frustrated sound escaped him as he bumped into a wall, trying to wrestle off the shirt. "Do my shirts have it in for me today or something?"
"They must." Ian chuckled again, the fact that he sounded closer the only warning Colby received before he felt the other man's hands on his arms, helping him wrestle the shirt off.
Once the shirt was on the floor, he realized that Ian was completely nude, having apparently decided against wearing any underwear. He cleared his throat and turned to go into the bathroom and start the shower.
Keeping his back to Ian as the older man followed him in, Colby started to take off his jeans, praying he wouldn't embarrass himself with an inopportune reaction. While he balanced on one leg to finish removing his jeans, Ian leaned past him to turn on the water. Startled, Colby lost his balance and stumbled into Ian, who stumbled, in turn, into the shower door.
"All right?" Lean, muscular arms automatically circled Colby, steadying him.
"Yeah, fine." He started to straighten up, and then realized there was something nudging at his ass that had nothing to do with Ian's hand. He glanced over a muscular shoulder at the man behind him. "Is there something you'd like to share with me?"
"Only when you join me in the shower." Ian helped Colby stand up and stepped into the shower stall, smirking at the younger man through the glass.
Green eyes narrowed as Ian deliberately slid a hand down his chest and stomach to curl around his erection, stroking it lazily. Growling softly, Colby all but ripped off his black boxer briefs, yanked open the shower stall, and stepped inside to join the other man.
The kiss was hot, wet, hungry, and exactly what he needed after days of flirting and innuendo. Between the Army and the FBI, Colby hadn't had much of a chance to indulge in his need for raw, aggressive sex recently. It seemed Ian would fulfill that need nicely.
"I hope you're certain about this, Colby." Ian's voice was rough, calloused hands sliding down Colby's sides to grip his hips and pull them against his.
"God, Ian, just do it already," he growled, gripping Ian's ass in his hands to keep their hips pressed together. They hardly noticed the water pounding down on them as they rubbed against each other, the pleasure spiraling higher until it became too much and burst over them. They leaned against the wall, panting for breath. "That's one way to warm up."
"You can't complain that I don't take proper care of you," Ian retorted with a smirk as he leaned back so the water could wash away their combined semen.
"I've never had a reason to complain." Colby squeezed Ian's ass suggestively. "Let's go to bed and you can keep me warm some more."
"I like that plan." Ian's smirk widened and he reached back to turn off the water.
They wrestled playfully over who got to dry whom first. It continued on into the bedroom, where they tumbled onto the big bed in a tangle of legs and arms, kissing furiously. The rest of the vacation looked like it was going to go much better than he'd hoped.
End