forgive my mouth

Title: G.I. Joe
Author: Spikedluv
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC17/Slash
Pairing: Don/Colby
Length: 3127 words
Spoilers: Tidbits from different eps, so through season five to be safe.
Summary: Don runs into Colby just before Colby’s sent off to Afghanistan . . .
Notes: First-time; pre-series; humor & smut. Written for Round 13 at rounds_of_kink for the prompt: Don/Colby, Don runs into Colby just before Colby’s sent off to Afghanistan, and the kink: Dog tags.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written: October 14, 2009

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“Can I buy you a drink?”

Don raised his head, tearing his gaze away from the label he’d been peeling off his warming bottle of beer. The guy who’d asked the question was good looking, in a boyish, mid-Western way. He was also built like a brick shit house, as the saying went, and the buzz cut he sported gave away the fact that he was military. Which meant he’d probably come to this out of the way bar for the same reason Don had.

When Don had left the government owned apartment that evening (lent out for use by instructors who were at Quantico for just a few weeks), he had been more than ready for a night out where he didn’t have to pretend that he wasn’t checking out the men as much as he checked out the women. And yet, after he’d gotten here, Don had turned down the few offers he’d received, and ignored the more subtle invitations.

Don wanted sex, uncomplicated and fun, and he wasn’t normally fussy about who he got it from (especially when it had been this long between romps), but no one here had struck his fancy.

Until now.

Don glanced down at the bottle, where his thumbnail still dug at a particularly stubborn bit of label, and then back up at G.I. Joe.

“Yeah,” he said, “thanks. I’ll have another,” he told the bartender who waited on their order, indicating the nearly empty bottle, then pushed it away.

Two bottles of beer hit the bar top with a dull thunk, and then the bartender cleared away Don’s empty, brushed away the bits of torn label, and took G.I. Joe’s twenty and made change.

G.I. Joe slipped onto the barstool beside Don’s. He took a sip of beer, then held out his hand. “Colby.”

“Don,” Don said, sliding his hand into Colby’s. “Thanks for the beer.”

“My pleasure.”

They sipped their beers in companionable silence, and then they both glanced at the other and began speaking at the same time.

They laughed, and Colby beat Don to saying, “You first.”

“Army?”

“Is it that obvious?”

Don glanced at Colby’s haircut, then smiled as he met his eyes. “Maybe not for someone who isn’t a trained investigator. Where are you heading?”

“Afghanistan. Two days,” Colby said, answering the question before Don could ask it.

Don held out his beer. “Well, here’s to coming back in one piece.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Colby said.

After taking a healthy draught, Colby changed the subject. “So, you’re a cop?”

“Worse,” Don said. “Fed.”

Colby chuckled, as Don had intended. “You work out of the D.C. office?”

“Quantico,” Don said. “Tactical instructor, at least until they send me somewhere else.”

“Where were you assigned before that?”

“Fugitive recovery,” Don said. “Couple years.”

“That sounds like a job that keeps you away from home.”

“Yeah. You can lose track of time.” And yourself. Don shrugged, and tried to head off the somber mood he saw coming on. “I got tired of my Dad yelling at me for not calling home more often.”

Colby smiled, but it wasn’t as bright, and Don wondered what he’d said to strike a nerve. It was his turn to change the subject, so he said, “Why Army?”

“Five generations of duty, honor, and following orders,” Colby said, and it sounded to Don like something he’d said before.

Don raised his bottle. “Here’s to duty, honor, and following the right orders.”

Colby clinked his bottle to Don’s, and then they both drank.

They finished their beers and ordered another round, then headed to a booth in the back. They continued to talk, about family and sports and college, until finally the moment they’d been moving towards came.

It was Colby who looked at Don, shy and intent, and said, “Listen, Don . . . .”

“Yes,” Don said, and Colby did a double take, then chuckled.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say, man.”

Don shrugged and grinned at his own eagerness. “I hope I do.”

“Then what are we still doing here?” Colby said.

Outside they decided on a motel just down the road. Don drove, since Colby had been dropped off by a buddy passing through, and had planned on getting a taxi back. Colby waited in the car while Don went in and paid cash for a room.

Don’s stomach did a pleasant roll when he slid into the driver’s seat to move the car, and took a second to just look at Colby, sprawled bonelessly in the passenger seat.

“What?”

Don smiled as turned the key in the ignition. “Nothing, Idaho, just appreciating my good fortune.”

Colby chuckled again, which was a sound Don liked to hear. “I didn’t know you were such a sweet talker, Agent Eppes.”

“I’m not,” Don said as he found their room number and pulled the car into a spot in front of the door. “You must have caught me on a good day.”

He glanced at Colby before pushing his door open, and they met in front of the car. Don touched his fingers to Colby’s lower back and guided him across the cracked sidewalk. It was the first time they’d touched since shaking hands, and the way Colby ducked his head and sent a sideways glance at him, sent anticipation swirling through Don.

He managed to get the door unlocked and the light on before he gave in to the temptation to touch Colby again. Colby pushed the door shut behind them, and when he turned away from it, Don was waiting for him.

Don touched Colby’s face, slid his hand along the freshly shaved skin until he cupped Colby’s jaw, and then he leaned in and pressed their lips together. Colby moaned as he parted his lips for Don’s tongue, and his hands fell to Don’s hips.

When they broke the kiss, Colby said, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“Why did we wait?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were interested.”

“I let you buy me a drink.”

Colby smiled. “Well, then, I didn’t know you were that easy.”

“Apparently I am. For you anyway,” Don said, and when Colby’s smile widened at that, Don had to kiss him again.

Colby slid an arm around him as he returned the kiss. When they broke apart to breathe, Colby rested his face against Don’s. “And you said you weren’t a romantic.”

Don raised his hand to Colby’s back as he nuzzled into Colby’s neck. He didn’t want to think about why things were so easy with Colby. So right.

Colby moaned and tilted his head a little bit, and Don felt warm skin where Colby’s shirt had ridden up. Don found a spot on Colby’s neck that made Colby whimper, and sucked it, his hand sliding under the material of Colby’s shirt, feeling the play of muscle under his skin.

“I wanna take this off,” Don said, pushing Colby’s shirt up.

Colby leaned back and pulled the shirt off over his head, tossed it aside. Before he could lean back in, Don reached up and touched the dog tags hanging around Colby’s neck.

Colby gave a nervous chuckle. “You got a kink I should know about?”

“I don’t know. It’s new,” Don said, sliding his finger along the chain that encircled Colby’s neck.

“Oh,” Colby said, sounding as breathless as Don felt.

“Yeah,” Don said, tangling his fingers in the chain and using it to pull Colby back in so he could claim his mouth again.

Colby moaned into Don’s mouth, and put his arms around Don. He pressed his hands to Don’s back and just held on to him as they kissed. When they broke apart to breathe, Colby tugged at Don’s t-shirt.

“You now.”

Before Don had the t-shirt over his head, Colby ran his hands over Don’s chest. Don dropped the t-shirt to the floor and reached for Colby, pulling him back into a kiss. He slid his arms around Colby, slipped his hands down over Colby’s ass. Colby’s arms slipped around Don, and he stroked Don’s back.

As much as Don enjoyed kissing Colby, they once again had to call a halt for purposes of breathing. “I could kiss you all night,” Don said.

“It is nice,” Colby agreed, planting kisses along Don’s jaw as he rocked his hips into Don’s. “But, god, I really hope you have something else in mind.”

Don moaned as Colby rubbed up against his own hardness. Don had been able to ignore it in favor of kissing Colby, but now that Colby had drawn attention to it, Don’s hard on became insistent.

“Oh, geeze,” Don moaned as Colby kissed a path down his throat as he continued to slide their hips together. He gripped Colby’s ass tighter and pulled him in closer. “Fuck, yeah.”

Colby’s hands moved down Don’s back, his fingertips sliding beneath the waistband of his jeans. “Can I fuck you?” Colby said, his lips moving against Don’s ear.

Don made a sound that might possibly be interpreted as a whimper. If you didn’t want him to pull out his gun and shoot you. That was what he needed, what he’d been waiting for. Someone he could trust enough to bottom for.

“Yes,” Don said, “please.”

“I like a man who’s polite,” Colby said, his hands moving to the front of Don’s jeans, “but can we get these off now?”

Don chuckled brokenly as Colby’s fingers brushed Don’s cock in his attempt to get his jeans open. “Yes, please.”

Colby’s chuckle sounded just as strangled as Don’s. Don almost slapped Colby’s hands away -- they were more torture than assistance -- but finally Colby got the button slipped, and pulled down the zip. Don sighed in relief when his erection was released from the confining denim.

Colby pushed Don’s jeans down over his hips, then came back for his briefs. Don went to work trying to get Colby out of his jeans, fumbling with the button in his haste. Now he understood Colby’s slow progress.

Colby wrapped his hand around Don’s cock, and it took Don three tries to get the zipper down as he instinctively pushed his hips into Colby’s hand. Don shoved Colby’s jeans and briefs down, and then grabbed his hips and hauled him in for another kiss. Colby transferred his hand from Don’s cock to his hip so they could rub off on each other.

“Oh, god,” Colby groaned against Don’s cheek as they thrust against one another, “I really want to fuck you.”

“Yeah,” Don agreed, pushing Colby’s jeans down his legs.

He had to stop when he realized that Colby still had his shoes on, and that he did, as well. “Shit.”

“Oh man,” Colby agreed, “this is not cool.”

They managed to get their shoes off without causing either of them permanent physical damage, and then got out of their pants. As soon as he had his jeans off, Don reached for Colby, who came to him hopping on one foot as he tried to kick his jeans off the other leg.

“An injury now would be really tough to explain,” Colby said as Don got them both on the bed.

“You should be more careful, then,” Don said, smiling at Colby’s indignant squawk, and then kissing him before he could form a retort.

When they drew apart, Don said, “Sometime night work for you?”

He was hard and aching, and desperate to have Colby inside him.

“How did I know you were gonna be a pushy bottom?” Colby drawled.

“Lucky guess?”

“I just need some lube . . . .” Colby looked over his shoulder and his words trailed off.

“What?”

“It’s in my pocket.”

Don laughed.

“You think that’s funny?”

“Only if you think not getting laid tonight is humorous,” Don said, stroking himself.

Colby caught the movement of Don’s hand and glanced down, then threw himself off the mattress. “I’m on it.”

“I think my pants are closer,” Don said helpfully.

Colby came back with a handful of lube and condoms and dumped them on the bed. “I cleaned out both our pockets.”

“Feeling kinda optimistic there, aren’t you, Idaho?”

“Worried you can’t keep up?” Colby retorted as he slid back onto the mattress beside Don.

“Just don’t wanna get my hopes up,” Don said, grinning.

“I’ll give you hope,” Colby said.

Don burst out laughing as Colby rolled on top of him. The laugh caught in his throat when Colby’s dog tags, warmed from resting against Colby’s skin, dragged across Don’s chest.

“Want me to take them off?”

Don wrapped his hand around the tags, and then slid his other hand up the back of Colby’s neck, against the grain of his buzz cut, and drew his head down. They kissed, softly this time, more gentle, even though they were both more aroused than when the kisses had been hungry, demanding.

When they pulled apart, Don said, “No, leave them on.”

They kissed again, and this time it quickly grew heated as they moved against one another. Don felt his desire buzzing under his skin. He released his hold on the back of Colby’s head and reached out, fingers fumbling in the comforter until they closed around the small tube. Don pressed it into Colby’s hand.

“You in a hurry?” Colby teased.

“In a hurry to get his over with and leave? No. In a hurry to have you inside me? Fuck yeah.”

Colby swallowed hard. “Well, when you put it that way.”

Colby knelt between Don’s legs and fumbled with the top, trying to get it open. He squeezed the tube too hard, and slick shot out to cover his fingers and drip off onto the comforter.

“That should be enough,” Colby muttered, and Don smiled.

His smiled dropped away when Colby pressed his fingers between Don’s cheeks and smeared the lube around, circling his hole and teasing over the pucker. Don moaned and spread his legs, canting his hips in a silent invitation for Colby to push inside him.

Colby teased him with a few more strokes, then pressed one finger in. He worked the tip in and out a few times, testing to see how tight Don was, and then slowly pushed the finger all the way into him.

Don moaned and panted. It had been a while since he’d let anyone do this to him, so he was a bit tight. It was also difficult for Don to trust anyone enough to allow this, so he had to keep reminding himself that he’d trusted Colby enough to get to this point. Don looked into Colby’s eyes so he wouldn’t forget who he was with.

“You okay?”

Don nodded. “Been a while.”

Colby bent over Don, brought their foreheads together, the tags teasing at Don’s skin. “I’ve heard,” he said, as his finger stroked over Don’s prostate, “that it’s just like riding a bike.”

Don moaned loudly as Colby set up a steady massage, and Colby kissed him, taking the sounds Don made into his mouth. One finger became two, and Don clutched at Colby as he writhed on Colby’s fingers, and moaned his arousal into Colby’s mouth.

Colby withdrew both fingers and pressed three against Don’s hole.

“I’m good,” Don said, eager for Colby’s cock.

“You said it had been a while,” Colby said, and pushed three fingers inside him.

Don cried out at the initial burn from the additional stretch. Colby worked his fingers in and out carefully until the burn faded, and then he went for Don’s prostate again. Don swore and pushed down, fucking himself on Colby’s fingers.

“Colby, please,” Don breathed.

Colby carefully pulled out. He tore a foil wrapper with his teeth, then rolled the condom on with shaking fingers. He squeezed enough lube onto his cock to grease a pig, or whatever they did for fun in Idaho, and then he positioned himself between Don’s legs.

Don pulled his legs back, and felt the head of Colby’s cock nudge his ass. He felt himself instinctively tense up, and then forced himself to relax. Colby held onto Don’s hips and pressed in, and Don’s body opened to welcome him, despite the initial burn at being stretched even wider around Colby’s cock.

Colby waited for Don to adjust, then he started moving, slow, short thrusts to start, getting Don used to him, and then longer, until his cock was all the way inside. Colby shifted to kneel over Don, arms and legs shaking with the effort of not moving.

Don rested the heel of his foot on Colby’s back, and stroked his hand over Colby’s shoulder. “I’m okay, you can move.”

“No, I can’t,” Colby groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

Don chuckled, his body tightening around Colby with it, and Colby swore.

“You won’t,” Don assured him.

“How do you know?”

“Because if you come now, I’m going to have to kill you, and then find a place to hide the body. Neither of us want that.”

“You’re hilarious.”

Don hooked his other leg around Colby’s back, and reached between them with his now freed hand, and stroked himself. Colby’s eyes followed his hand. Don used his grip on Colby’s back for leverage, and pushed down.

“Oh, fuck,” Colby groaned.

“I wish you would,” Don said, stroking his own cock, fucking himself on Colby’s.

Colby ground out Don’s name, then pulled out and thrust back in. “I’m sorry,” he said as he drove into Don. “I’m sorry, I . . . .”

Don kissed him to shut off the apologies. Don didn’t think it was possible, but Colby slammed into him even harder as they kissed, the tags skittering across Don’s skin as they fucked. They couldn’t hold the kiss for long. Colby pressed his cheek to Don’s, gasping for air, and moaning against his skin.

The sound of it slid through Don until it coiled around his balls. Don cried out as the pressure built, and then white lights flashed behind his eyelids as his climax swept over him.

Colby groaned as Don came, and then again when he followed Don over.

They stayed frozen like that for a moment, and then Colby just sort of melted into a boneless heap on top of Don. Don let his legs down, and then just held onto Colby. He didn’t think it mattered that one hand was covered in his come, since they were stuck together with it.

Colby stirred, and Don tried to think of something amusing to say. He couldn’t. He just tightened his arms around Colby, and pressed a kiss to the side of his face.

“Am I dead?” Colby muttered.

Don chuckled as he looked around the cheap motel room. “This look like heaven to you?”

After a short hesitation, Colby said, “Yeah, it kind of does.”

The End