FIC: "To be in control" - Part 3/5 (Colby, R, Gen)
Title: "To be in control" - Part 3/5
Characters: Colby.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Colby remembers that he needs to buy some new clothes. ;)
Author's note: This was written for the "All About Colby" challenge at savecolby.
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 and any OCs.
Beta: The great quirky_circe.
Previous chapter: "To be in control" - Part 2/5 (Colby, PG-13, Gen)
When Colby drove back home, he remembered that there was something he hadn’t done that week and that he’d been postponing day after day.
After taking another shower and changing his clothes, he went out again, downtown this time. There, he ate a hamburger on the way to the main street, where there were several open shops, waiting for potential clients to head their way.
He would be one of them, naturally. A few weeks ago, he had realized that he needed some new clothes, so he stepped into one shop that caught his attention. Behind the windows there was the kind of apparel he liked the most.
“Hello, sir. Can I help you?” an old man asked him, walking towards him while fiddling with a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles.
“Um… sure. I was looking at those jeans you have right here,” Colby said, pointing at a wall that featured several pairs of pants.
“Let’s see.” The man went towards that wall and took some of the jeans so Colby could see them better. “This is a lovely item of ours. It’s a pair of classic straight jeans, very comfortable, best quality.”
Colby took the garment and analyzed it very carefully. That wasn’t his style. There had to be something better. And when he said, “I was looking for something more-” he saw what he really wanted.
He gave the man the pair of jeans and stared at another that was on a mannequin. “I’d like to see that one,” he said, pointing at it, and the seller went to get one for him from the warehouse. When he was back, he gave the jeans to Colby so he could look at them the same way he had done with the other.
This second pair of jeans was jet black and extremely tight. Colby ran his fingers over it, feeling the rough fabric, imagining how he’d look like in those clothes, and finally told the seller that he’d buy that one.
“Fantastic. It’ll give you a slim fit, perfect for a fine gentleman like you.”
Colby smiled shyly, rubbed the back of his neck.
That… and something else. “Um… I was looking for underwear, too,” he added in a soft tone.
“Of course. Please, follow me, sir.”
After going to another corner of the store, the man pulled out an entire line of fantastic briefs from a drawer. Some of them had little sexy patterns on them, but even then, the one that drew Colby’s attention was the simplest one. The black one.
Colby smiled. That was exactly what he wanted. And with that and the jeans, he went back home.
He rested for a couple of hours, did some laundry and then started to feel a little bored. That was understandable, considering that Colby was used to action scenes and murders all week; every time his free day arrived, the sudden deceleration of his life made him uncomfortable.
Seated on his sofa, he rubbed his palms over his thighs. He needed to do something. Maybe he could go out again.
Finally, he decided to do it. There was one more thing he adored doing, and that he couldn’t enjoy frequently because of work. This was a good opportunity to take out a good friend of his for a ride.
She would be ready. She always was.
Colby was about to go to get her, when his eyes fell on the bag with his new clothes. He had really liked those; maybe he could wear them all when he went out with his friend.
Walking with confidence, he went back to his bedroom, taking the bag with him. The first he did was checking that the curtains were closed and that no one could see him from outside.
He immediately took off his blue jacket and his shirt, and when his perfect torso was free of the weight of those garments, he turned around and opened his closet. There it was- one of his favorite t-shirts. It was tight and completely black, with “I ♥ Idaho” emblazoned on it in white against the outline of Colby's home state.
But before putting it on, he stripped to his light blue boxers and looked at the black underwear he had bought that afternoon.
Who would say anything if he used them? He could control what kind of clothes he wore, especially when it came to his underwear. No one was going to see them, anyway.
Without hesitation, Colby took off his boxers, rolling them down his firm legs and finally letting the underwear on the floor. His cock twitched at the feeling of being free, and bounced between his thighs while he walked towards the bed and grabbed the black briefs.
In a slow movement, he put them on, sliding them up his body and arranging them the way it should be. Now, he went to see himself on the mirror. To some extent, his muscular figure still managed to overwhelm him a little bit. He was a simple guy from Idaho, but years of training with the Army had given him a wonderfully built up body.
In the mirror, he also looked at his own bulge. The shape of his cock was perfectly outlined by the tiny, dark underwear, and his hip bones were delightfully marked, as well as the rest of the lines of his body.
Smiling at how good he looked, Colby slowly turned around to see how the briefs looked from behind. The reflection showed him a well rounded ass being held by a good support system.
Not that he needed it, though. His ass was firm and attractive, and he knew it.
Colby’s grin grew wider, and after taking a look at how good his back looked, his impressive muscles giving him a sense of power, he returned to the bed and grabbed the clothes he wanted to use.
He put on the jeans first. Black denim being pulled up, meeting the black fabric of his sexy underwear. He looked at himself on the mirror, too. His bare chest and feet made him think for a moment that he would look extremely attractive to the opposite sex.
The “I ♥ Idaho” t-shirt followed. More black, with little lines in white and a nice message, perfect for a farm boy.
Socks and a pair of black sneakers were next, and then a dark jacket that he loved to wear sometimes, even when he was at work.
And of course, his favorite sunglasses. There was no question he would use them well this time.
Before leaving, Colby took his keys and locked his apartment. Now it was time for a good moment of loneliness, possibly even more important than the one he had had that morning when running along the beach.
He walked five blocks and entered a certain place named “Al’s Motors Repair.”
A kid dressed like a rapper looked up when Colby walked in. “Hey, Mr. Granger,” he said.
“Hey. Is Jenny ready?” Colby asked, taking off his glasses.
“Yeah, she is,” the guy told him. “Follow me, man.”
And when they got to the garage, the kid guided the agent to a certain corner of it.
Colby grinned when he saw her.
His Harley Davidson was there, waiting for him.
Jenny. His old friend. His girl.
Characters: Colby.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Colby remembers that he needs to buy some new clothes. ;)
Author's note: This was written for the "All About Colby" challenge at savecolby.
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 and any OCs.
Beta: The great quirky_circe.
Previous chapter: "To be in control" - Part 2/5 (Colby, PG-13, Gen)
When Colby drove back home, he remembered that there was something he hadn’t done that week and that he’d been postponing day after day.
After taking another shower and changing his clothes, he went out again, downtown this time. There, he ate a hamburger on the way to the main street, where there were several open shops, waiting for potential clients to head their way.
He would be one of them, naturally. A few weeks ago, he had realized that he needed some new clothes, so he stepped into one shop that caught his attention. Behind the windows there was the kind of apparel he liked the most.
“Hello, sir. Can I help you?” an old man asked him, walking towards him while fiddling with a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles.
“Um… sure. I was looking at those jeans you have right here,” Colby said, pointing at a wall that featured several pairs of pants.
“Let’s see.” The man went towards that wall and took some of the jeans so Colby could see them better. “This is a lovely item of ours. It’s a pair of classic straight jeans, very comfortable, best quality.”
Colby took the garment and analyzed it very carefully. That wasn’t his style. There had to be something better. And when he said, “I was looking for something more-” he saw what he really wanted.
He gave the man the pair of jeans and stared at another that was on a mannequin. “I’d like to see that one,” he said, pointing at it, and the seller went to get one for him from the warehouse. When he was back, he gave the jeans to Colby so he could look at them the same way he had done with the other.
This second pair of jeans was jet black and extremely tight. Colby ran his fingers over it, feeling the rough fabric, imagining how he’d look like in those clothes, and finally told the seller that he’d buy that one.
“Fantastic. It’ll give you a slim fit, perfect for a fine gentleman like you.”
Colby smiled shyly, rubbed the back of his neck.
That… and something else. “Um… I was looking for underwear, too,” he added in a soft tone.
“Of course. Please, follow me, sir.”
After going to another corner of the store, the man pulled out an entire line of fantastic briefs from a drawer. Some of them had little sexy patterns on them, but even then, the one that drew Colby’s attention was the simplest one. The black one.
Colby smiled. That was exactly what he wanted. And with that and the jeans, he went back home.
He rested for a couple of hours, did some laundry and then started to feel a little bored. That was understandable, considering that Colby was used to action scenes and murders all week; every time his free day arrived, the sudden deceleration of his life made him uncomfortable.
Seated on his sofa, he rubbed his palms over his thighs. He needed to do something. Maybe he could go out again.
Finally, he decided to do it. There was one more thing he adored doing, and that he couldn’t enjoy frequently because of work. This was a good opportunity to take out a good friend of his for a ride.
She would be ready. She always was.
Colby was about to go to get her, when his eyes fell on the bag with his new clothes. He had really liked those; maybe he could wear them all when he went out with his friend.
Walking with confidence, he went back to his bedroom, taking the bag with him. The first he did was checking that the curtains were closed and that no one could see him from outside.
He immediately took off his blue jacket and his shirt, and when his perfect torso was free of the weight of those garments, he turned around and opened his closet. There it was- one of his favorite t-shirts. It was tight and completely black, with “I ♥ Idaho” emblazoned on it in white against the outline of Colby's home state.
But before putting it on, he stripped to his light blue boxers and looked at the black underwear he had bought that afternoon.
Who would say anything if he used them? He could control what kind of clothes he wore, especially when it came to his underwear. No one was going to see them, anyway.
Without hesitation, Colby took off his boxers, rolling them down his firm legs and finally letting the underwear on the floor. His cock twitched at the feeling of being free, and bounced between his thighs while he walked towards the bed and grabbed the black briefs.
In a slow movement, he put them on, sliding them up his body and arranging them the way it should be. Now, he went to see himself on the mirror. To some extent, his muscular figure still managed to overwhelm him a little bit. He was a simple guy from Idaho, but years of training with the Army had given him a wonderfully built up body.
In the mirror, he also looked at his own bulge. The shape of his cock was perfectly outlined by the tiny, dark underwear, and his hip bones were delightfully marked, as well as the rest of the lines of his body.
Smiling at how good he looked, Colby slowly turned around to see how the briefs looked from behind. The reflection showed him a well rounded ass being held by a good support system.
Not that he needed it, though. His ass was firm and attractive, and he knew it.
Colby’s grin grew wider, and after taking a look at how good his back looked, his impressive muscles giving him a sense of power, he returned to the bed and grabbed the clothes he wanted to use.
He put on the jeans first. Black denim being pulled up, meeting the black fabric of his sexy underwear. He looked at himself on the mirror, too. His bare chest and feet made him think for a moment that he would look extremely attractive to the opposite sex.
The “I ♥ Idaho” t-shirt followed. More black, with little lines in white and a nice message, perfect for a farm boy.
Socks and a pair of black sneakers were next, and then a dark jacket that he loved to wear sometimes, even when he was at work.
And of course, his favorite sunglasses. There was no question he would use them well this time.
Before leaving, Colby took his keys and locked his apartment. Now it was time for a good moment of loneliness, possibly even more important than the one he had had that morning when running along the beach.
He walked five blocks and entered a certain place named “Al’s Motors Repair.”
A kid dressed like a rapper looked up when Colby walked in. “Hey, Mr. Granger,” he said.
“Hey. Is Jenny ready?” Colby asked, taking off his glasses.
“Yeah, she is,” the guy told him. “Follow me, man.”
And when they got to the garage, the kid guided the agent to a certain corner of it.
Colby grinned when he saw her.
His Harley Davidson was there, waiting for him.
Jenny. His old friend. His girl.
