Numb3rs Fic: Define Me, 2/3 (Ian/Don, Jeff Upchurch, NC-17)
Title: Define Me, 2/3
Characters/Pairings: Ian/Don, Jeff Upchurch (SLASH)
Word Count: 1,136.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: All seasons.
Summary: A speech makes Ian hate this job.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Betas: The awesome lillyg and the fantastic twins_m0m. I changed a couple of sentences before posting so any mistakes are mine anyway.
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Define Me, 2/3
He wasn’t supposed to let Don see him like this. He’d always been the one on top, the one to make Don’s doubts disappear. This shouldn’t be the other way around.
Ian knew that his lover was in pain. He knew what went through his mind; he could almost hear the professor talking into Don’s head, deciding things for him. He’d told Don that it would keep happening only if he allowed it. He’d never known if his advice was good enough.
Yet tonight, he was letting Don lead the way. There was a fine line between who was on top and who was on the receiving end, roles merged and became one as their two bodies moved in unison. Don was leaning down, kissing his chest. Ian loved to watch his tongue slide out between red lips and leave the well known shiny trail. His lover was absolutely irresistible as he worshipped Ian’s body and with a desperate look on his face, looked down at the sniper’s hard, leaking cock.
When Don went down on him, Ian caught his breath and told himself that no matter what, he wouldn’t break. Not even if he’d confessed that he didn’t know who he was anymore. He could keep his reasons to himself. Don didn’t really need to know.
Don’s mouth was so hot all around, enveloping Ian’s length and suddenly sucking in with such eagerness that Ian forgot about time and space. However, that didn’t keep him away from what was slowly eating up his heart.
Damn Jeff Upchurch and his little speeches. Sure, he was a specialist when it came to saving kidnapped people in several countries around the world, and yes, he’d helped Don and his team before. However, as a member of the Critical Incidence Response, he should know how to talk about what killing felt like.
The feeling of Don sucking him harder made Ian’s eyes narrow. Reaching out, he touched Don’s hair, found it sweaty and perfect and he just watched him go up and down his length.
The bastard named Jeff always found the worst words to say at the worst time. This last time, Ian would have loved to beat him up right in front of the entire FBI crew. He really hated to be reminded of who he was and what he'd done.
“Ian Edgerton, ladies and gentlemen,” Jeff had said, getting to Ian’s nerves while patting his shoulder. “Watch out! This son of a bitch knows how to put a shot into your head. He’s a real cowboy.”
They were one of a kind. They fired from the shadows and disappeared, leaving no traces. But Ian didn’t need to go around telling people what he’d done. He had got enough with his conscience.
Teasingly, Don’s tongue flicked over the tip of Ian’s stiff member, taking its precum. All the time, his eyes didn’t leave the sniper; he wanted this so much. But suddenly, he took things slower, wrapped his hand around the other man’s length and pumped it with skillful hands. Going further down, he ran his tongue over the perineum and then pushed two fingers inside Ian’s hole. The sniper shivered immediately at the pressure applied to one of his most pleasurable spots and felt how his lover licked his hole for a second before working him up with his fingers again. Finally, Ian was left empty and needy, as Don quickly retreated.
“Don…”
“Do you know how many people this guy has put down?” Jeff had asked at the office. “You can’t guess. The list is simply endless.”
A long list wasn’t a source of pride. It was source of shame, and Jeff should know that.
The sniper buckled his hips, letting Don know he wanted him now, hard and fast. It didn’t matter who was on top. If Don wanted to go for it, he’d better do it ASAP.
Don had found a condom from out of nowhere and he was rolling it over his cock. Ian watched his moves with admiration. The lust in his lover’s eyes was there, so dark and irresistible. He put his legs up and opened them wide in invitation. He didn’t know how things were going to be after Don fucked him, but he couldn’t say no. He wanted it that bad.
“We’re all so proud of him…” Jeff had continued.
Ian had taken lives, of course. He did it when there was no other choice.
He could feel Don’s hands on his legs, spreading them even wider. He didn’t look down like he normally did; weakness would be seen. Don was guiding himself into Ian, and the sniper knew he’d be tight. He eventually managed to relax and let Don’s cock fill him completely. He gasped and started moving, not wanting to look. He wanted his release to be fast and sweaty and as intense as it could be.
“Yes, people… Ian Edgerton. One of the heroes of my generation,” Jeff had finished. Don’s eyes had been on him but he hadn’t raised his cup like everyone else for the toast.
Ian breathed in and out. A quiet life in the prairie would never suit him. He had a need for adrenaline. His stamina was too strong and he needed to get the energy out somehow.
He loved that even with his complex character, Don wanted him and understood him this much. He was the one who reached for Ian’s neck, asking him to watch, to meet him. Swallowing, Ian eventually let himself enjoy the view until their eyes connected.
They didn’t kiss. They watched each other moan and gasp but they kept their lips away. Their thrusts were messy but absolutely pleasurable. Ian shivered, and he knew he shouldn’t but right now he guessed that was fine, since Don might be shivering too. They were feeling the same right now. He shouldn’t be ashamed.
He pulled Don for a fierce kiss as they rode their orgasms. Overwhelmed by the feeling of heat inside him, Ian couldn’t hold back any longer and came too, breaking their kiss. Don swallowed his gasps and uncontrolled breaths
But the moment slowed down and it became awkward. Don moved aside, sliding out of Ian’s body. He was tired and running one hand through his messy hair. His hard breathing was definitely not a sign that he was satisfied by their lovemaking. Something was wrong, and Ian knew it.
Ian’s lover rolled over to one side of the bed. Wrapping the sheets around him, Don gave his back to him, not letting him see his face. The sniper reached for the towel that rested on the nightstand and then he rested on his elbows, thinking.
Finally, he turned to Don and offered him the towel. There was a question he had to ask.
Characters/Pairings: Ian/Don, Jeff Upchurch (SLASH)
Word Count: 1,136.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: All seasons.
Summary: A speech makes Ian hate this job.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Betas: The awesome lillyg and the fantastic twins_m0m. I changed a couple of sentences before posting so any mistakes are mine anyway.
Previous chapter
Next chapter
Define Me, 2/3
He wasn’t supposed to let Don see him like this. He’d always been the one on top, the one to make Don’s doubts disappear. This shouldn’t be the other way around.
Ian knew that his lover was in pain. He knew what went through his mind; he could almost hear the professor talking into Don’s head, deciding things for him. He’d told Don that it would keep happening only if he allowed it. He’d never known if his advice was good enough.
Yet tonight, he was letting Don lead the way. There was a fine line between who was on top and who was on the receiving end, roles merged and became one as their two bodies moved in unison. Don was leaning down, kissing his chest. Ian loved to watch his tongue slide out between red lips and leave the well known shiny trail. His lover was absolutely irresistible as he worshipped Ian’s body and with a desperate look on his face, looked down at the sniper’s hard, leaking cock.
When Don went down on him, Ian caught his breath and told himself that no matter what, he wouldn’t break. Not even if he’d confessed that he didn’t know who he was anymore. He could keep his reasons to himself. Don didn’t really need to know.
Don’s mouth was so hot all around, enveloping Ian’s length and suddenly sucking in with such eagerness that Ian forgot about time and space. However, that didn’t keep him away from what was slowly eating up his heart.
Damn Jeff Upchurch and his little speeches. Sure, he was a specialist when it came to saving kidnapped people in several countries around the world, and yes, he’d helped Don and his team before. However, as a member of the Critical Incidence Response, he should know how to talk about what killing felt like.
The feeling of Don sucking him harder made Ian’s eyes narrow. Reaching out, he touched Don’s hair, found it sweaty and perfect and he just watched him go up and down his length.
The bastard named Jeff always found the worst words to say at the worst time. This last time, Ian would have loved to beat him up right in front of the entire FBI crew. He really hated to be reminded of who he was and what he'd done.
“Ian Edgerton, ladies and gentlemen,” Jeff had said, getting to Ian’s nerves while patting his shoulder. “Watch out! This son of a bitch knows how to put a shot into your head. He’s a real cowboy.”
They were one of a kind. They fired from the shadows and disappeared, leaving no traces. But Ian didn’t need to go around telling people what he’d done. He had got enough with his conscience.
Teasingly, Don’s tongue flicked over the tip of Ian’s stiff member, taking its precum. All the time, his eyes didn’t leave the sniper; he wanted this so much. But suddenly, he took things slower, wrapped his hand around the other man’s length and pumped it with skillful hands. Going further down, he ran his tongue over the perineum and then pushed two fingers inside Ian’s hole. The sniper shivered immediately at the pressure applied to one of his most pleasurable spots and felt how his lover licked his hole for a second before working him up with his fingers again. Finally, Ian was left empty and needy, as Don quickly retreated.
“Don…”
“Do you know how many people this guy has put down?” Jeff had asked at the office. “You can’t guess. The list is simply endless.”
A long list wasn’t a source of pride. It was source of shame, and Jeff should know that.
The sniper buckled his hips, letting Don know he wanted him now, hard and fast. It didn’t matter who was on top. If Don wanted to go for it, he’d better do it ASAP.
Don had found a condom from out of nowhere and he was rolling it over his cock. Ian watched his moves with admiration. The lust in his lover’s eyes was there, so dark and irresistible. He put his legs up and opened them wide in invitation. He didn’t know how things were going to be after Don fucked him, but he couldn’t say no. He wanted it that bad.
“We’re all so proud of him…” Jeff had continued.
Ian had taken lives, of course. He did it when there was no other choice.
He could feel Don’s hands on his legs, spreading them even wider. He didn’t look down like he normally did; weakness would be seen. Don was guiding himself into Ian, and the sniper knew he’d be tight. He eventually managed to relax and let Don’s cock fill him completely. He gasped and started moving, not wanting to look. He wanted his release to be fast and sweaty and as intense as it could be.
“Yes, people… Ian Edgerton. One of the heroes of my generation,” Jeff had finished. Don’s eyes had been on him but he hadn’t raised his cup like everyone else for the toast.
Ian breathed in and out. A quiet life in the prairie would never suit him. He had a need for adrenaline. His stamina was too strong and he needed to get the energy out somehow.
He loved that even with his complex character, Don wanted him and understood him this much. He was the one who reached for Ian’s neck, asking him to watch, to meet him. Swallowing, Ian eventually let himself enjoy the view until their eyes connected.
They didn’t kiss. They watched each other moan and gasp but they kept their lips away. Their thrusts were messy but absolutely pleasurable. Ian shivered, and he knew he shouldn’t but right now he guessed that was fine, since Don might be shivering too. They were feeling the same right now. He shouldn’t be ashamed.
He pulled Don for a fierce kiss as they rode their orgasms. Overwhelmed by the feeling of heat inside him, Ian couldn’t hold back any longer and came too, breaking their kiss. Don swallowed his gasps and uncontrolled breaths
But the moment slowed down and it became awkward. Don moved aside, sliding out of Ian’s body. He was tired and running one hand through his messy hair. His hard breathing was definitely not a sign that he was satisfied by their lovemaking. Something was wrong, and Ian knew it.
Ian’s lover rolled over to one side of the bed. Wrapping the sheets around him, Don gave his back to him, not letting him see his face. The sniper reached for the towel that rested on the nightstand and then he rested on his elbows, thinking.
Finally, he turned to Don and offered him the towel. There was a question he had to ask.