New Numb3rs Fic
Title: A Cabin in the Woods
Author: PhilLeeGirl
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Prompt: #67 Snow
Rating: T+
Word Count: 1885
Disclaimer: Just because I own a calculator doesn’t mean I own Numb3rs.
Summary: A ski weekend leads to new discoveries.
Notes: This is SLASH! And for jobiegirl6, who wanted a Charlie/Colby fic after the definite vibe going on between Charlie and Colby in One Hour… now to get rid of Amita. Thanks to my awesome best friend and beta: tvjunkie.
“Do you think Don will be okay,” Colby asked as he flashed a look out of the corner of his eye towards the man in his passenger’s seat.
Charlie laughed, “Well, there is a small possibility that he’ll overdose on Dad’s chicken soup, but I think he’ll survive.”
Colby laughed at the mental image that Charlie’s words created. “I guess your dad will be in Mother Hen overdrive with Don having pneumonia.”
“Dad goes into Mother Hen overdrive if we get a paper cut. This is like the ultimate for him… The Mother Hen Olympics, if you will. I figured it was best for me to use the reservations for this weekend, even though Don couldn’t go, so that I didn’t get sucked in as well.”
“You mean, you were more afraid of your Dad than of catching pneumonia,” Colby asked, a small glint in his eyes.
Charlie sighed and leaned his head against the car seat, “Hell, yeah. Plus, if I caught Don’s pneumonia, then Dad’s mothering would get turned on me.”
Colby just laughed at that. A few moments of silence filled the vehicle, when Colby spoke again, “Hey, man, did I thank you for inviting me to go with you?”
“Only a couple of hundred times, Cole. Its no big deal, really. I knew that you and Megan both skied, but I didn’t think that Larry would appreciate me take his girl to a one bedroom cabin in the woods while he was out of the atmosphere.”
“Yeah,” Colby nodded, “I think that could endanger your best friend status. But then if you did try anything on Megan, I think that could endanger your life.”
“Oh, yeah, she can be a little scary. I did tell you that it was a one bedroom cabin, right,” Charlie asked a little nervously.
Colby looked at Charlie, “Yes, Charlie, about as many times as I thanked you. I told you, it is not a big deal. I slept in a trench in the dessert with twenty guys; I can share a bedroom with you. Okay?”
“Okay,” Charlie smiled shyly, hoping that he wouldn’t have a problem with sharing a bedroom with Colby.
<*><*><*><*><*><*>
By the time Colby and Charlie pulled on the gravel road that lead to the rented cabin, the sun was setting and the snow was falling fairly heavily. The two men had grown quiet as the trip continued and the driving became harder on the twisting snow covered road. The SUV bounced and fishtailed slightly over the ice-coated gravel as Colby struggled to keep control of the wheel. Charlie’s knuckles were white as he clutched the handhold, but he trusted Colby’s driving skills and knew that shortly they would be at the cabin.
A few minutes later, Colby exhaled audibly as a small cabin appeared before them, “Please tell me that’s our cabin.”
“That’s it,” Charlie let out a half relieved chuckle. “It looks smaller than the last time I was up here.”
“Wait a minute, I thought you said you came up here all the time,” Colby asked as he turned to look at Charlie.
Blushing slightly, Charlie turned from Colby’s stare, “Well, we did when I was a kid. Dad would bring either Don or me or sometimes both of us up at least once or twice a skiing season, but the last time we were up here was ten years ago. Mom had just gotten through her first round of radiation and she basically kicked Dad and me out of the house. I guess we were hovering a little too much.”
Charlie’s voice had gotten quiet at the memory, so Colby couldn’t help but reach out rub his friend’s shoulder, “Guess Alan isn’t the only one with the Mother Hen gene, huh?”
Charlie shook his head, which caused his jaw to brush against Colby’s knuckles. Both men froze at the contact. Finally, Charlie turned his head a little more; resting his head on Colby’s hand and looking up at him through his lashes, “We better get in. It’s starting to get cold out here.”
“Yeah,” Colby agreed as he cleared his throat. He was anything but cold at the moment.
Pulling reluctantly from Colby’s hand, Charlie tumbled out of the car and up the cabin’s snow covered steps. The door had an old fashioned realtor’s lockbox hanging on the handle, which had the key to the cabin in it. His cold fingers fumbled over the buttons as he punched in the numerical code he had of course memorized. At least he told himself it was his cold fingers that were making him fumble, not the thought of Colby’s touch or the fact that he could sense Colby approaching. Just as he got the box open, Colby’s hand landed on his back making him drop the key.
Colby chuckled very near Charlie’s ear, “Having a problem there, Whiz Kid?”
“I wasn’t until you made me drop the key,” Charlie shot back as he leaned over to retrieve the key. He hadn’t realized just how close Colby was standing and as he bent his rear end brushed against the other man’s hip. Each man suppressed a moan as similar thoughts about how long this weekend was going to actually be flitted through their minds.
After a few false starts, Charlie was finally able to get the door unlocked and open allowing them to slip into the cabin. Colby had grabbed both of their bags from the SUV and dumped them by the front door. Stripping out of their heavy winter coats, they found themselves shivering the cold of the cabin’s air.
Colby pointed to the huge fireplace and the cord of wood nearby, “I think I better get a fire going.”
“Okay,” Charlie rubbed his arms, “sounds like a plan. I’ll go check out what Cindy stocked in the kitchen and find something for dinner.”
“Deal.”
Charlie headed to the kitchen, which was separated by a half wall from the living room area. Sitting on the counter was crock-pot full of beef stew and a note card. Picking up the note, Charlie frowned as he read:
Dear Charlie and Don,
I’m sorry about the bed, but we’ve turned the cabin into a Honeymoon Cottage. I would have switched you to a different cabin, but this has always been “The Eppes’ Cabin.” Have a great time, enjoy the stew and don’t kill yourself or each other on the slopes. It has been too long; I’ll see you boys on Sunday when I bring more provisions and supper.
Mrs. Young
Charlie read the note three times, wondering what the hell she could mean by ‘sorry about the bed.’ Finally, he set the note down and went to the bedroom.
“Shit!”
Colby looked up at the sound of Charlie’s curse and raced towards the small bedroom. Skidding to a stop in front of the door, Colby couldn’t help the chuckle that built from the back of his throat. Apparently the furniture had been changed, cause Charlie had assured him that there were twin beds, but sitting in the middle of the room was a beautifully ornate canopy bed. “Charlie, I had no idea! If I’d known it was going to be this romantic, I’d brought sexier pajamas.”
Charlie turned to him in half horror and half embarrassment, “I really knew nothing of this.”
“I know, Charlie, I was just teasing,” Colby crossed to the bed and sat on it experimentally. “Hey, at least it is really comfortable and big. It won’t be an issue, I promise.”
Charlie stared at Colby sprawled across the bed. Maybe it wouldn’t be an issue for Colby, but Charlie wasn’t sure how well he could sleep next to the other man. Turning, Charlie sighed, “Mrs. Young left us stew. I’ll get some plates and a couple of beers.”
Colby just watched Charlie go. It was going to be a long weekend.
<*><*><*><*><*><*>
The night actually passed rather quickly. The stew and beer were good, but the conversation and company were excellent. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Charlie, full and sleepy and looking boyishly charming, turned to Colby, “Let’s go to bed, Cole.”
Colby sighed and looked over at Charlie. The light from the fire danced across his across his face and was captured in his eyes. Colby stood and walked to the mantle, “Charlie, I think it would be better for me to sleep on the couch.”
Taking a pull on his beer, Charlie studied Colby, “Why? You said that it was no big deal.”
“Charlie, there is something you don’t know about me,” Colby never turned from the fire as he spoke. “I’m not who you think I am.”
“What? You a spy from the CIA,” Charlie giggled.
Colby turned angrily from the fire. He crossed the short distance between the fireplace and the couch, standing over Charlie in embarrassed rage, “Damn it, Charlie, this isn’t a joke! I’m gay and I’m in love with you.”
Perhaps it was the beer. Perhaps it was the snow falling outside. Perhaps it was two years of flirting. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but Charlie was startlingly unsurprised by at least half of the outburst. All he needed to ask was, “When?”
“Well,” Colby sighed, “I think I was born this way, but I figured out I was gay at about 14…”
Charlie stopped Colby’s speech by pressing his foot against Colby’s hipbone, “No, you idiot, when did you realize you were in love with me?”
“Oh,” Colby coughed against the feelings being stirred within him by Charlie’s foot. “It was during one of your analogies. I sat there listening and I remember thinking that I could listen to you talk forever. Even though I rarely understand what you are talking about.”
“Want to know when it was for me?”
Colby was thoroughly confused, “When what was for you?”
“When I realized I was in love with you, silly,” Charlie’s foot slipped closer to Colby’s groin.
“You’re straight, Charlie,” Colby stared at him wide-eyed and willing him to stop moving his foot.
Charlie didn’t listen to Colby’s telepathic demands as he slid his foot along Colby’s rapid hardening shaft. Smirking at the way Colby wiggled, Charlie explained, “Actually, I’m not as straight as you think I am. I’m bi, Cole. I’ve been with as many… wait, no, I’ve been with more men than I have women.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” Charlie smiled. “So, the moment I realized I was in love with you was when told Ian that you usually just nodded and waited for the punch line. I wanted to give you something (to?) nod about right then.”
Colby gasped as Charlie pressed his foot fully against his groin. Grabbing Charlie’s foot, Colby held it against his stomach, “Charlie, please, stop doing that. I’m thrilled that you return my feelings, but I don’t think we should do anything this weekend.”
“Why not,” Charlie pulled his foot back and sat up straight on the couch.
Colby sat down next to Charlie and took his hand, “Well, I could be chivalrous and say that I don’t want to rush anything, but in truth it cause I don’t have… um… ah…”
“You mean, lube?”
“Well, yeah,” Colby blushed.
Charlie leaned towards Colby and whispered huskily, “I’ve got a tube in my bag. What I don’t have is condoms, but I’ve been tested regularly and I’m clean. You?”
“Same here,” Colby smirked and pulled Charlie towards him. “I don’t think we’ll be skiing much this weekend.”
“No, but I think the bed will come in handy,” Charlie smirked as his lips landed on Colby’s.
Author: PhilLeeGirl
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Prompt: #67 Snow
Rating: T+
Word Count: 1885
Disclaimer: Just because I own a calculator doesn’t mean I own Numb3rs.
Summary: A ski weekend leads to new discoveries.
Notes: This is SLASH! And for jobiegirl6, who wanted a Charlie/Colby fic after the definite vibe going on between Charlie and Colby in One Hour… now to get rid of Amita. Thanks to my awesome best friend and beta: tvjunkie.
“Do you think Don will be okay,” Colby asked as he flashed a look out of the corner of his eye towards the man in his passenger’s seat.
Charlie laughed, “Well, there is a small possibility that he’ll overdose on Dad’s chicken soup, but I think he’ll survive.”
Colby laughed at the mental image that Charlie’s words created. “I guess your dad will be in Mother Hen overdrive with Don having pneumonia.”
“Dad goes into Mother Hen overdrive if we get a paper cut. This is like the ultimate for him… The Mother Hen Olympics, if you will. I figured it was best for me to use the reservations for this weekend, even though Don couldn’t go, so that I didn’t get sucked in as well.”
“You mean, you were more afraid of your Dad than of catching pneumonia,” Colby asked, a small glint in his eyes.
Charlie sighed and leaned his head against the car seat, “Hell, yeah. Plus, if I caught Don’s pneumonia, then Dad’s mothering would get turned on me.”
Colby just laughed at that. A few moments of silence filled the vehicle, when Colby spoke again, “Hey, man, did I thank you for inviting me to go with you?”
“Only a couple of hundred times, Cole. Its no big deal, really. I knew that you and Megan both skied, but I didn’t think that Larry would appreciate me take his girl to a one bedroom cabin in the woods while he was out of the atmosphere.”
“Yeah,” Colby nodded, “I think that could endanger your best friend status. But then if you did try anything on Megan, I think that could endanger your life.”
“Oh, yeah, she can be a little scary. I did tell you that it was a one bedroom cabin, right,” Charlie asked a little nervously.
Colby looked at Charlie, “Yes, Charlie, about as many times as I thanked you. I told you, it is not a big deal. I slept in a trench in the dessert with twenty guys; I can share a bedroom with you. Okay?”
“Okay,” Charlie smiled shyly, hoping that he wouldn’t have a problem with sharing a bedroom with Colby.
<*><*><*><*><*><*>
By the time Colby and Charlie pulled on the gravel road that lead to the rented cabin, the sun was setting and the snow was falling fairly heavily. The two men had grown quiet as the trip continued and the driving became harder on the twisting snow covered road. The SUV bounced and fishtailed slightly over the ice-coated gravel as Colby struggled to keep control of the wheel. Charlie’s knuckles were white as he clutched the handhold, but he trusted Colby’s driving skills and knew that shortly they would be at the cabin.
A few minutes later, Colby exhaled audibly as a small cabin appeared before them, “Please tell me that’s our cabin.”
“That’s it,” Charlie let out a half relieved chuckle. “It looks smaller than the last time I was up here.”
“Wait a minute, I thought you said you came up here all the time,” Colby asked as he turned to look at Charlie.
Blushing slightly, Charlie turned from Colby’s stare, “Well, we did when I was a kid. Dad would bring either Don or me or sometimes both of us up at least once or twice a skiing season, but the last time we were up here was ten years ago. Mom had just gotten through her first round of radiation and she basically kicked Dad and me out of the house. I guess we were hovering a little too much.”
Charlie’s voice had gotten quiet at the memory, so Colby couldn’t help but reach out rub his friend’s shoulder, “Guess Alan isn’t the only one with the Mother Hen gene, huh?”
Charlie shook his head, which caused his jaw to brush against Colby’s knuckles. Both men froze at the contact. Finally, Charlie turned his head a little more; resting his head on Colby’s hand and looking up at him through his lashes, “We better get in. It’s starting to get cold out here.”
“Yeah,” Colby agreed as he cleared his throat. He was anything but cold at the moment.
Pulling reluctantly from Colby’s hand, Charlie tumbled out of the car and up the cabin’s snow covered steps. The door had an old fashioned realtor’s lockbox hanging on the handle, which had the key to the cabin in it. His cold fingers fumbled over the buttons as he punched in the numerical code he had of course memorized. At least he told himself it was his cold fingers that were making him fumble, not the thought of Colby’s touch or the fact that he could sense Colby approaching. Just as he got the box open, Colby’s hand landed on his back making him drop the key.
Colby chuckled very near Charlie’s ear, “Having a problem there, Whiz Kid?”
“I wasn’t until you made me drop the key,” Charlie shot back as he leaned over to retrieve the key. He hadn’t realized just how close Colby was standing and as he bent his rear end brushed against the other man’s hip. Each man suppressed a moan as similar thoughts about how long this weekend was going to actually be flitted through their minds.
After a few false starts, Charlie was finally able to get the door unlocked and open allowing them to slip into the cabin. Colby had grabbed both of their bags from the SUV and dumped them by the front door. Stripping out of their heavy winter coats, they found themselves shivering the cold of the cabin’s air.
Colby pointed to the huge fireplace and the cord of wood nearby, “I think I better get a fire going.”
“Okay,” Charlie rubbed his arms, “sounds like a plan. I’ll go check out what Cindy stocked in the kitchen and find something for dinner.”
“Deal.”
Charlie headed to the kitchen, which was separated by a half wall from the living room area. Sitting on the counter was crock-pot full of beef stew and a note card. Picking up the note, Charlie frowned as he read:
Dear Charlie and Don,
I’m sorry about the bed, but we’ve turned the cabin into a Honeymoon Cottage. I would have switched you to a different cabin, but this has always been “The Eppes’ Cabin.” Have a great time, enjoy the stew and don’t kill yourself or each other on the slopes. It has been too long; I’ll see you boys on Sunday when I bring more provisions and supper.
Mrs. Young
Charlie read the note three times, wondering what the hell she could mean by ‘sorry about the bed.’ Finally, he set the note down and went to the bedroom.
“Shit!”
Colby looked up at the sound of Charlie’s curse and raced towards the small bedroom. Skidding to a stop in front of the door, Colby couldn’t help the chuckle that built from the back of his throat. Apparently the furniture had been changed, cause Charlie had assured him that there were twin beds, but sitting in the middle of the room was a beautifully ornate canopy bed. “Charlie, I had no idea! If I’d known it was going to be this romantic, I’d brought sexier pajamas.”
Charlie turned to him in half horror and half embarrassment, “I really knew nothing of this.”
“I know, Charlie, I was just teasing,” Colby crossed to the bed and sat on it experimentally. “Hey, at least it is really comfortable and big. It won’t be an issue, I promise.”
Charlie stared at Colby sprawled across the bed. Maybe it wouldn’t be an issue for Colby, but Charlie wasn’t sure how well he could sleep next to the other man. Turning, Charlie sighed, “Mrs. Young left us stew. I’ll get some plates and a couple of beers.”
Colby just watched Charlie go. It was going to be a long weekend.
<*><*><*><*><*><*>
The night actually passed rather quickly. The stew and beer were good, but the conversation and company were excellent. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Charlie, full and sleepy and looking boyishly charming, turned to Colby, “Let’s go to bed, Cole.”
Colby sighed and looked over at Charlie. The light from the fire danced across his across his face and was captured in his eyes. Colby stood and walked to the mantle, “Charlie, I think it would be better for me to sleep on the couch.”
Taking a pull on his beer, Charlie studied Colby, “Why? You said that it was no big deal.”
“Charlie, there is something you don’t know about me,” Colby never turned from the fire as he spoke. “I’m not who you think I am.”
“What? You a spy from the CIA,” Charlie giggled.
Colby turned angrily from the fire. He crossed the short distance between the fireplace and the couch, standing over Charlie in embarrassed rage, “Damn it, Charlie, this isn’t a joke! I’m gay and I’m in love with you.”
Perhaps it was the beer. Perhaps it was the snow falling outside. Perhaps it was two years of flirting. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but Charlie was startlingly unsurprised by at least half of the outburst. All he needed to ask was, “When?”
“Well,” Colby sighed, “I think I was born this way, but I figured out I was gay at about 14…”
Charlie stopped Colby’s speech by pressing his foot against Colby’s hipbone, “No, you idiot, when did you realize you were in love with me?”
“Oh,” Colby coughed against the feelings being stirred within him by Charlie’s foot. “It was during one of your analogies. I sat there listening and I remember thinking that I could listen to you talk forever. Even though I rarely understand what you are talking about.”
“Want to know when it was for me?”
Colby was thoroughly confused, “When what was for you?”
“When I realized I was in love with you, silly,” Charlie’s foot slipped closer to Colby’s groin.
“You’re straight, Charlie,” Colby stared at him wide-eyed and willing him to stop moving his foot.
Charlie didn’t listen to Colby’s telepathic demands as he slid his foot along Colby’s rapid hardening shaft. Smirking at the way Colby wiggled, Charlie explained, “Actually, I’m not as straight as you think I am. I’m bi, Cole. I’ve been with as many… wait, no, I’ve been with more men than I have women.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” Charlie smiled. “So, the moment I realized I was in love with you was when told Ian that you usually just nodded and waited for the punch line. I wanted to give you something (to?) nod about right then.”
Colby gasped as Charlie pressed his foot fully against his groin. Grabbing Charlie’s foot, Colby held it against his stomach, “Charlie, please, stop doing that. I’m thrilled that you return my feelings, but I don’t think we should do anything this weekend.”
“Why not,” Charlie pulled his foot back and sat up straight on the couch.
Colby sat down next to Charlie and took his hand, “Well, I could be chivalrous and say that I don’t want to rush anything, but in truth it cause I don’t have… um… ah…”
“You mean, lube?”
“Well, yeah,” Colby blushed.
Charlie leaned towards Colby and whispered huskily, “I’ve got a tube in my bag. What I don’t have is condoms, but I’ve been tested regularly and I’m clean. You?”
“Same here,” Colby smirked and pulled Charlie towards him. “I don’t think we’ll be skiing much this weekend.”
“No, but I think the bed will come in handy,” Charlie smirked as his lips landed on Colby’s.