FIC: "To be in control," Part 1/5 (Colby, NC-17, Gen)
Title: "To be in control" - Part 1/5
Characters: Colby.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: My beta said that I needed to put "a pillow/beverage" warning, so here it is. ;)
Summary: Colby starts his free day doing something that makes him feel close to home. *g*
Author's note: This was originally written for the "All About Colby" challenge on
savecolby . I think it qualifies the challenge, because there are no romantic pairings, and I'm telling about what he does in his free day; but if it doesn't, no problem, I'll continue writing the story but not for the challenge, 'cause you know... this Colby is... like Candi would say... Nnnnghhh.
Feedback: I love feedback. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one, it's been hunting me for ages. *g*
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own the original ideas.
Beta: The great
quirky_circe . She added a few lines here and there, and that helped me a lot. :D
Next chapter: "To be in control," Part 2/5 (Colby, PG-13, Gen)
To be in control - Part 1/5
The first rays of light came through the window, brushing the soft texture of the sheets that were tangled in the bed. A gorgeous, well-muscled man was lying underneath them, hoping that the clock would never wake him up.
But, of course, it did. The tune of a Travis Tritt song rang through the room, the fast tempo of the music designed to help Colby muster the energy to get out of bed. He moved under the sheets, hugging the pillow close to his body, expression grumpy.
A ray of light fell directly on his eyes, making it impossible for him to continue sleeping, no matter how comfortable the position he'd found was.
It was too late to go back to sleep. Colby barely opened his eyes. His free day had arrived and there he was again at his apartment, waking up, trying to take things easy and calm down after a week full of crime and horror.
Like he did every time he could get out of his routine, he rubbed his eyes, ran his hands though his spiky hair and rested on his elbows. He could see his feet slipping out from under the white sheets, his room starting to be visible again thanks to the light, his clothes on a chair, carefully folded.
Not wanting to do anything but rest, Colby let himself fall onto the bed again, and he lay there for a few seconds thinking about what he was going to do today.
“C’mon, wake up. You said you’d do it.”
He rubbed his face one more time and finally got up. Lazily, he walked into the kitchen and tugged at the blind a little so he could see the sun in the sky. He smiled at the thought that it was going to be a good day. A day to do whatever he’d like, in absence of people who could judge him for that.
Smiling widely, Colby turned around and started to open the cabinets, searching for ingredients. “Mint cream brownies… Colby style,” he muttered while he looked at a magazine about Idaho’s new recipes. Mint was very in now, being one of the most important crops of the area. “If you can’t be in Idaho, bring Idaho to you.”
Soon, the kitchen smelled of Belgian chocolate and mint. Colby stood at the counter mixing the butter with the sugar, adding the beaten eggs and the chocolate syrup.
And he was naked.
He loved to be naked at home. In fact, he always slept without any clothes on when it was his free day. It gave him that sense of freedom, like nothing, not work, not even his past, could catch him anymore.
Colby sighed when a little syrup fell over his thigh, the black texture sliding down his perfect skin until it reached his knee. Smiling, he ran a finger over the chocolate and licked it. He thought about how good it tasted, tilted his head to the side and bit his lip. It was such a great flavor.
He continued preparing his recipe, like nothing had happened. Soon the baking was done and the brownies were ready.
It was time to make the mint cream. Singing happily the country music tune that was still playing in the background, Colby mixed more butter, more sugar, milk and some mint cream he had bought a few days ago. Finally, he added a few drops of pure peppermint oil.
A few minutes later, he had finished carefully spreading the mint cream over the brownies. They needed to be refrigerated, so he put them on a tray and balanced it while he walked towards the fridge.
But one of the brownies fell from the tray and landed on his naked crotch. The sensation made him shiver while the piece slowly lost its cream and it ran over one of his legs, the one that wasn’t stained with chocolate.
Colby put the tray on the fridge very quickly and then he turned around, looking for a dish cloth to clean himself. When he found it and started to wipe his private area, he suddenly stopped, breathing hard.
He had just woken up and he already had a hard-on. And it was because of the chocolate and the mint cream that was running down his crotch and his legs.
Using the dish cloth wasn’t going to work. It was embarrassing to get turned-on because of food, when it wasn’t a person the one who was spreading it over his muscular figure. Maybe he was hypersensitive today, but the brushes of brownies against his skin made him tremble and left him with sparks of arousal that he couldn’t really bear today. But he had to face that he needed to get himself off before he exploded at the sight of the rest of the food that was still in the kitchen.
He didn’t even look at the food. He left the dish cloth on the counter and got to the bathroom, opened the shower and let the water pour over his body.
And Colby wasn’t surprised when the little drops falling onto him caused him to get even hotter. He breathed hard under the spray, pressing his back against the wall, and then he looked down. His cock was stiff while the water erased the traces of mint and chocolate from him.
He didn’t want to do it, but it was too much to resist. His hand involuntarily slid down and caressed his own hardness with the tip of his fingers.
Colby groaned deeply while the unexpected pleasure reached him, just because of that soft touch. It wasn’t that he had never jerked off before; he had done it thousands of times. In the shower, in the room, on the bed, even in the kitchen.
But he had never had a combination of arousals coming from the different places and things that attracted him. A hard-on to get rid of in the bathroom, food falling onto his body on the kitchen. He could even notice that he had started to get hot when he was trying to wake up. The brush of the sheets against his crotch was anticipating this moment, screaming at him, begging him to take care of the fire before he got burnt by it.
He rested his head against the wall, took a breath, and both of his hands enveloped his cock.
His fingers moved up and down, circling the head, shaping the shaft. Then his palm pressed flat against the tip of his lengh, making him moan a little louder, deeper.
But he was in control. No matter how much he wanted to scream from pleasure, he would restrain himself and do it calmly.
And yet, the cold, then warm, waves were taking over his head, not letting him make conscious decisions.
Colby started to pump himself faster, harder, the way he hadn’t done it for a week now. He was desperate to come, desperate to come down from his arousal, desperate to be able to be in control again. He was a soldier. He had been taught to hold himself together.
He spilled himself over his own hands. Warm cum reached his fingers and was washed by the water from the spray. And those fingers hadn’t stopped moving yet; he needed those last waves to last a little longer.
However, soon they were gone. Colby released his softer cock and rested his hands on the wall he had leaned over. He left little stains of cum on it, but he never noticed it. He concentrated on the proper use of soap to clean himself up and some shampoo to wash his hair.
And when he got out of the shower, he was a little embarrassed by what he had done. Strangely, he couldn’t stop wondering what anyone would have said if they had been there, watching him.
Thinking that it was a ridiculous idea, Colby smiled and shook his head while he used the towel and then combed his hair. He had the right to do what he had done because it was something private. Something that would only please him, and eventually, if he got lucky, some beautiful lady, too.
So it wasn’t that bad. After all, he had been in control. He hadn’t screamed. He had come in almost complete silence.
Feeling sure that he had done the right thing, he didn’t put any clothes on. It was his free day, his day to absolutely be the way he was.
It was his day to enjoy in private all those things that duty didn’t allow him to show to the world.
Image added a few hours after posting this fic... I couldn't resist...
Now, try to convince me that you don't want to be that brownie...