Vignettes - Part 34: Courting
Title: Vignettes - Part 34: Courting
Author:
ladygray99
Chapter: 34/36
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Belongs to many other people, not me
Warnings/Squicks: SEX!!!!!!
Summary: What moments mark a friendship, a love, a marriage, a lifetime?
Previous chapters: Direct Threat
Notes: Had to get the boys back in bed one more time. Feedback please. I want to know if my sex is good.
Beta(s): The always sexy
irena_adler
Courting
The flowers were waiting first thing in the morning with no note. Charlie’s first thought was that a student hoping for a better final mark had sent them. At ten, a box of candies appeared -- extra sweet smelling of rose and jasmine, from a little Indiana shop. Amita had gotten him hooked on them years ago and it had taken a long time before he could eat them without thinking of her.
At noon, a courier brought another box. Stephanie, Charlie’s research assistant for the last couple of years, snickered to herself but said nothing.
Charlie unwrapped the box and found inside another box, this one from one of the top men’s stores in town. Charlie swallowed hard and opened it. Inside was a neck tie of the deepest black silk. Charlie ran his fingers along the fabric and felt a shiver run through him.
Charlie always felt that, considering how debauched his younger years had been, he’d escaped with reasonably few fetishes. One was mirrors. The other was neck ties. Especially if they were tied around bits other than necks. He felt himself flush and quickly put the lid back on the box.
Five minutes after the tie arrived Colby strolled in, in jeans that still managed to look good despite his encroaching years, and a black silk shirt that Charlie was always trying to tear off with his teeth. Charlie didn’t say anything but rather let Colby sweep him up in a romantic embrace.
Colby heard Stephanie giggle. He like the girl. She was smart, funny, ran Charlie with military efficiency and, most importantly in Colby’s mind, she was lesbian and in a very committed relationship. Colby felt something cold and wet hit the back of his head. Stephanie also had a sixty second public make-out rule, enforced with a loaded water pistol.
“Thank you, Stephanie.” Colby said trying to keep the water from running down his back.
“Hey, my office, my rules,” Stephanie said.
Colby turned to Charlie. “So are you ready to go?”
“Go where?”
“Our honeymoon.”
“Ah, Colby, we had a honeymoon?”
“No, we didn’t. We tried but Esther got a cold and there was that string of bank jobs.”
“I’ve got papers to grade.”
“No, you don’t.” Stephanie said.
“Esther’s--”
“Taken care of.”
“You’ve go--”
“No, I don’t. Grab your present and be out the door in five seconds or I’ll carry you out of here.”
Charlie folded his arms and stood his ground. This was obviously a conspiracy of some sort.
Colby looked at Stephanie, shrugged and chucked Charlie over his shoulder.
“Hey!” Charlie protested. It wasn’t that he minded the close up view of Colby’s ass, but upside down in his own office was a little undignified. Stephanie handed Charlie’s bag to Colby, who threw it over the other shoulder.
“I told you I’d carry you out of here.”
Charlie knew if he put up enough of a fuss, he’d get let down, but physical injury on his part might be involved first.
Colby strode down the nearly empty halls of CalSci as if this was the most normal situation. The few professors and teachers aides they did pass mainly just snickered or gave the occasional jealous glance. Charlie kicked his legs a little, sure the color he could feel in his cheeks wasn’t just from the inverted position of his torso.
“Stop kicking or I’ll get out my handcuffs.” Colby threatened. He heard Charlie make a soft sound and felt a corresponding pressure on his shoulder. Colby gave an evil grin to match any of Charlie’s. Colby stopped when they reached the parking lot.
“Hey, Megan,” Colby said.
Charlie craned his head around and saw Megan standing in front of a very nice convertible, holding a set of keys.
“So you couldn’t talk him into coming?” Megan asked.
“Oh, I think I’ll be able to get him to come eventually.”
Megan laughed and Charlie was thankful his face couldn’t get and redder. Megan tossed Colby the keys.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” she warned, gave Charlie a wave and walked off.
~
Charlie closed his eyes and let the Pacific wind blow across his face. He could barely remember the last time he’d driven up the Pacific Coast Highway, and knew for a fact he’d never done it in a vintage convertible.
“So what was with the flowers and candies this morning?” he asked over the howl of the wind.
“I was courting you,” Colby answered.
“Courting me? What for?”
“I realized I never courted you properly.”
“Sure, you did.”
“When?” Colby questioned.
“You gave me Altoids at a crime scene, showed interest in my work, taught me how to shoot, and pulled me out of a bar when I was drunk and didn’t take advantage of me. Sounds like pretty good courting to me.”
“I could have done better.”
“Well, whatever you did it worked and I’m not complaining.” Charlie did find the idea kind of sweet. It was true they hadn’t exactly courted in the most traditional sense. But at the time, neither man could have shown up at the other ones office with flowers and a box of chocolates without causing problems for the other.
Though it was never talked about it, he knew his husband occasionally still had to level threats against new agents to watch what they said or the kinds of looks they gave. He also knew that when Don had finally taken the promotion to SAC, he had to flat out blackmail a few people to make sure Colby got control of the team after him. There was something to be said for living in liberal academia.
“So where are we going?” Charlie asked.
“I told you, our honeymoon.”
Charlie rolled his eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me.”
“I won’t.”
After an hour, Colby turned off the highway and up into the hills where a few groves of protected redwoods still stood. The wended between the dappled light until Colby pulled up in front of a set of offices oddly nestled between the trees.
“Wait here.” He gave Charlie a quick kiss then rushed inside.
Charlie took a deep breath of the moist, cool forest air. So different from LA, even at its environmental enlightened best.
Colby hopped back in the car. “It’s just a quick drive.”
And it was. About two minutes down a small dirt track, Colby parked in front of a little cabin. Charlie got out of the car and looked at the seeming ancient little cabin. Colby ran ahead, opened the door, and ran back. “We’re doing this right.”
Charlie folded his arms again. “Picking me up again would generally imply that I’m the girl in this relationship and I recall you in some interesting positions the other night that would imply otherwise.”
“You want to try and carry me?”
“You can carry the luggage. I’ll walk, thank you.” Charlie walked into the cabin and almost wished Colby had carried him. It was stunning. A huge bed seemed to take up much of the space with a pair of picture windows looking over a small lake. Charlie peeked into the bathroom to find a bathtub big enough for six. He heard a pop and Colby came out of the small kitchen with two flutes of Champagne. He handed one to Charlie.
“To us.” Colby said.
They clinked glasses and drank. Charlie felt the very good Champagne almost instantly relaxing him, the stress of the last academic year floating away.
“To new words.” Charlie toasted again, remembering the desperate, painful proposal.
“To not needing words,” Colby said then kissed him.
The kiss was long and deep, each man trying to convey a lifetime of words they may have forgotten to say or might forget in the future. When the words had been said in their own way, hands began to wander. Charlie felt the sudden desperate need to feel his husband’s skin under his hands. Colby apparently felt the same because mutual nakedness quickly ensued. The two collapsed on the large soft bed trying to touch and taste every part of the other person they could get a hold of.
Colby pulled back. “Wait, wait,” Colby gasped between sucking breaths of air.
Charlie nodded, already too close to the edge and understanding. This was their honeymoon, ritual consummation of everything they had been to each other, everything they would be. Colby leaned in and planted gentle kisses down Charlie body. Charlie gently ran his fingertips down Colby’s back. Each kiss and touch was slow and deliberate. Soon, each man was hovering on the edge, the slightest sensation sending shock waves through the body.
Colby pulled back again and got up on shaking legs. He opened the doors to the dressing cupboard by the bed. Inside each door was a full length mirror. Charlie let out a groan. He could see himself and Colby -- hard, naked, already covered in sweat. Charlie could never explain this kink. It wasn’t so much what he saw, but rather the thought of such images turned to photons, burning themselves as neuron electricity into his mind.
Colby went in for a kiss again, this time catching Charlie’s tongue between his teeth and sucking it in deep. Charlie pressed his body against Colby and quickly the two men were wrestling for dominance. Charlie knew that after a few minutes, he would willingly surrender without terms and be the happier for it.
With a quick flip, Colby had Charlie on his front hands pinned above his head, cock nestled firmly between Charlie’s ass cheeks.
“Don’t move,” Colby whispered.
Charlie felt Colby get off the bed, and grinned into the pillow as he mentally tried to track Colby’s transformation from reasonably innocent farm boy to hedonist. He tried to feel some guilt for that, but really couldn’t.
He felt Colby crawl back on the bed a moment later, then slick familiar fingers entered him, stretching, teasing, searching. Charlie jumped when Colby hit just the right spot. Within seconds, Colby had him grinding into the bed desperate for release. When the fingers stopped, Charlie groaned.
“On your knees,” Colby ordered
Charlie pulled his knees up, his face still pressed to the pillow. Colby reached his arms around Charlie’s chest and pulled him up, fingers giving his nipples gentle twists and tugs.
“Look,” Colby whispered.
Charlie opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. The sight was more beautiful than pornographic but it was certainly both. On his knees, hard cock nearly purple against his belly. Colby kneeling behind, arms wrapped around him, fingers pinching at hard nipples, chin resting on his shoulder.
“Keep watching,” Colby said, but Charlie couldn’t have taken his eyes off the sight if he wanted to. One of Colby’s hands disappeared between them and Charlie felt himself easily filled. No pain, they fitted together. He pressed his body back against Colby’s chest and watched as their bodies molded together perfectly. Colby began to move and Charlie moved with him, slow, steady, as if they could keep the rhythm going for a lifetime.
Colby licked down the soft skin of his husband’s neck and listened to the soft low moans Charlie made, almost as if he were dreaming.
Soon it became too much for Charlie, always short on patience, even after all these years. He broke the rhythm and ground his hips back with more force. Colby quickly caught up and began driving into Charlie, one arm around the man’s chest for balance, the other hand already working the firm cock. Charlie wanted to close his eyes, wanted to throw his head back and scream. He locked eyes with Colby’s reflection, tried to focus, not let go. When Colby came, it was with a shudder. His eyes fluttered shut and Charlie was released. He came in waves that never seemed to end. When they did, the two collapsed, Colby still firmly buried in his husband, arms holding him tight.
‘This is love.’ Was Charlie’s thought. ‘This is good.’
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Author:
ladygray99
Chapter: 34/36
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Belongs to many other people, not me
Warnings/Squicks: SEX!!!!!!
Summary: What moments mark a friendship, a love, a marriage, a lifetime?
Previous chapters: Direct Threat
Notes: Had to get the boys back in bed one more time. Feedback please. I want to know if my sex is good.
Beta(s): The always sexy
irena_adler
Courting
The flowers were waiting first thing in the morning with no note. Charlie’s first thought was that a student hoping for a better final mark had sent them. At ten, a box of candies appeared -- extra sweet smelling of rose and jasmine, from a little Indiana shop. Amita had gotten him hooked on them years ago and it had taken a long time before he could eat them without thinking of her.
At noon, a courier brought another box. Stephanie, Charlie’s research assistant for the last couple of years, snickered to herself but said nothing.
Charlie unwrapped the box and found inside another box, this one from one of the top men’s stores in town. Charlie swallowed hard and opened it. Inside was a neck tie of the deepest black silk. Charlie ran his fingers along the fabric and felt a shiver run through him.
Charlie always felt that, considering how debauched his younger years had been, he’d escaped with reasonably few fetishes. One was mirrors. The other was neck ties. Especially if they were tied around bits other than necks. He felt himself flush and quickly put the lid back on the box.
Five minutes after the tie arrived Colby strolled in, in jeans that still managed to look good despite his encroaching years, and a black silk shirt that Charlie was always trying to tear off with his teeth. Charlie didn’t say anything but rather let Colby sweep him up in a romantic embrace.
Colby heard Stephanie giggle. He like the girl. She was smart, funny, ran Charlie with military efficiency and, most importantly in Colby’s mind, she was lesbian and in a very committed relationship. Colby felt something cold and wet hit the back of his head. Stephanie also had a sixty second public make-out rule, enforced with a loaded water pistol.
“Thank you, Stephanie.” Colby said trying to keep the water from running down his back.
“Hey, my office, my rules,” Stephanie said.
Colby turned to Charlie. “So are you ready to go?”
“Go where?”
“Our honeymoon.”
“Ah, Colby, we had a honeymoon?”
“No, we didn’t. We tried but Esther got a cold and there was that string of bank jobs.”
“I’ve got papers to grade.”
“No, you don’t.” Stephanie said.
“Esther’s--”
“Taken care of.”
“You’ve go--”
“No, I don’t. Grab your present and be out the door in five seconds or I’ll carry you out of here.”
Charlie folded his arms and stood his ground. This was obviously a conspiracy of some sort.
Colby looked at Stephanie, shrugged and chucked Charlie over his shoulder.
“Hey!” Charlie protested. It wasn’t that he minded the close up view of Colby’s ass, but upside down in his own office was a little undignified. Stephanie handed Charlie’s bag to Colby, who threw it over the other shoulder.
“I told you I’d carry you out of here.”
Charlie knew if he put up enough of a fuss, he’d get let down, but physical injury on his part might be involved first.
Colby strode down the nearly empty halls of CalSci as if this was the most normal situation. The few professors and teachers aides they did pass mainly just snickered or gave the occasional jealous glance. Charlie kicked his legs a little, sure the color he could feel in his cheeks wasn’t just from the inverted position of his torso.
“Stop kicking or I’ll get out my handcuffs.” Colby threatened. He heard Charlie make a soft sound and felt a corresponding pressure on his shoulder. Colby gave an evil grin to match any of Charlie’s. Colby stopped when they reached the parking lot.
“Hey, Megan,” Colby said.
Charlie craned his head around and saw Megan standing in front of a very nice convertible, holding a set of keys.
“So you couldn’t talk him into coming?” Megan asked.
“Oh, I think I’ll be able to get him to come eventually.”
Megan laughed and Charlie was thankful his face couldn’t get and redder. Megan tossed Colby the keys.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” she warned, gave Charlie a wave and walked off.
~
Charlie closed his eyes and let the Pacific wind blow across his face. He could barely remember the last time he’d driven up the Pacific Coast Highway, and knew for a fact he’d never done it in a vintage convertible.
“So what was with the flowers and candies this morning?” he asked over the howl of the wind.
“I was courting you,” Colby answered.
“Courting me? What for?”
“I realized I never courted you properly.”
“Sure, you did.”
“When?” Colby questioned.
“You gave me Altoids at a crime scene, showed interest in my work, taught me how to shoot, and pulled me out of a bar when I was drunk and didn’t take advantage of me. Sounds like pretty good courting to me.”
“I could have done better.”
“Well, whatever you did it worked and I’m not complaining.” Charlie did find the idea kind of sweet. It was true they hadn’t exactly courted in the most traditional sense. But at the time, neither man could have shown up at the other ones office with flowers and a box of chocolates without causing problems for the other.
Though it was never talked about it, he knew his husband occasionally still had to level threats against new agents to watch what they said or the kinds of looks they gave. He also knew that when Don had finally taken the promotion to SAC, he had to flat out blackmail a few people to make sure Colby got control of the team after him. There was something to be said for living in liberal academia.
“So where are we going?” Charlie asked.
“I told you, our honeymoon.”
Charlie rolled his eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me.”
“I won’t.”
After an hour, Colby turned off the highway and up into the hills where a few groves of protected redwoods still stood. The wended between the dappled light until Colby pulled up in front of a set of offices oddly nestled between the trees.
“Wait here.” He gave Charlie a quick kiss then rushed inside.
Charlie took a deep breath of the moist, cool forest air. So different from LA, even at its environmental enlightened best.
Colby hopped back in the car. “It’s just a quick drive.”
And it was. About two minutes down a small dirt track, Colby parked in front of a little cabin. Charlie got out of the car and looked at the seeming ancient little cabin. Colby ran ahead, opened the door, and ran back. “We’re doing this right.”
Charlie folded his arms again. “Picking me up again would generally imply that I’m the girl in this relationship and I recall you in some interesting positions the other night that would imply otherwise.”
“You want to try and carry me?”
“You can carry the luggage. I’ll walk, thank you.” Charlie walked into the cabin and almost wished Colby had carried him. It was stunning. A huge bed seemed to take up much of the space with a pair of picture windows looking over a small lake. Charlie peeked into the bathroom to find a bathtub big enough for six. He heard a pop and Colby came out of the small kitchen with two flutes of Champagne. He handed one to Charlie.
“To us.” Colby said.
They clinked glasses and drank. Charlie felt the very good Champagne almost instantly relaxing him, the stress of the last academic year floating away.
“To new words.” Charlie toasted again, remembering the desperate, painful proposal.
“To not needing words,” Colby said then kissed him.
The kiss was long and deep, each man trying to convey a lifetime of words they may have forgotten to say or might forget in the future. When the words had been said in their own way, hands began to wander. Charlie felt the sudden desperate need to feel his husband’s skin under his hands. Colby apparently felt the same because mutual nakedness quickly ensued. The two collapsed on the large soft bed trying to touch and taste every part of the other person they could get a hold of.
Colby pulled back. “Wait, wait,” Colby gasped between sucking breaths of air.
Charlie nodded, already too close to the edge and understanding. This was their honeymoon, ritual consummation of everything they had been to each other, everything they would be. Colby leaned in and planted gentle kisses down Charlie body. Charlie gently ran his fingertips down Colby’s back. Each kiss and touch was slow and deliberate. Soon, each man was hovering on the edge, the slightest sensation sending shock waves through the body.
Colby pulled back again and got up on shaking legs. He opened the doors to the dressing cupboard by the bed. Inside each door was a full length mirror. Charlie let out a groan. He could see himself and Colby -- hard, naked, already covered in sweat. Charlie could never explain this kink. It wasn’t so much what he saw, but rather the thought of such images turned to photons, burning themselves as neuron electricity into his mind.
Colby went in for a kiss again, this time catching Charlie’s tongue between his teeth and sucking it in deep. Charlie pressed his body against Colby and quickly the two men were wrestling for dominance. Charlie knew that after a few minutes, he would willingly surrender without terms and be the happier for it.
With a quick flip, Colby had Charlie on his front hands pinned above his head, cock nestled firmly between Charlie’s ass cheeks.
“Don’t move,” Colby whispered.
Charlie felt Colby get off the bed, and grinned into the pillow as he mentally tried to track Colby’s transformation from reasonably innocent farm boy to hedonist. He tried to feel some guilt for that, but really couldn’t.
He felt Colby crawl back on the bed a moment later, then slick familiar fingers entered him, stretching, teasing, searching. Charlie jumped when Colby hit just the right spot. Within seconds, Colby had him grinding into the bed desperate for release. When the fingers stopped, Charlie groaned.
“On your knees,” Colby ordered
Charlie pulled his knees up, his face still pressed to the pillow. Colby reached his arms around Charlie’s chest and pulled him up, fingers giving his nipples gentle twists and tugs.
“Look,” Colby whispered.
Charlie opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. The sight was more beautiful than pornographic but it was certainly both. On his knees, hard cock nearly purple against his belly. Colby kneeling behind, arms wrapped around him, fingers pinching at hard nipples, chin resting on his shoulder.
“Keep watching,” Colby said, but Charlie couldn’t have taken his eyes off the sight if he wanted to. One of Colby’s hands disappeared between them and Charlie felt himself easily filled. No pain, they fitted together. He pressed his body back against Colby’s chest and watched as their bodies molded together perfectly. Colby began to move and Charlie moved with him, slow, steady, as if they could keep the rhythm going for a lifetime.
Colby licked down the soft skin of his husband’s neck and listened to the soft low moans Charlie made, almost as if he were dreaming.
Soon it became too much for Charlie, always short on patience, even after all these years. He broke the rhythm and ground his hips back with more force. Colby quickly caught up and began driving into Charlie, one arm around the man’s chest for balance, the other hand already working the firm cock. Charlie wanted to close his eyes, wanted to throw his head back and scream. He locked eyes with Colby’s reflection, tried to focus, not let go. When Colby came, it was with a shudder. His eyes fluttered shut and Charlie was released. He came in waves that never seemed to end. When they did, the two collapsed, Colby still firmly buried in his husband, arms holding him tight.
‘This is love.’ Was Charlie’s thought. ‘This is good.’
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