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Summary: What moments mark a friendship, a love, a marriage, a lifetime?
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Notes: Begging for feedback on this one folks. Hope you like it. I've read it too many times to know if it's good any more
Beta(s): The great Goddess irena_adler
There are days when Colby hated his job, there were days he hated his boss, and still more days when he really just wanted to take out his big ass gun and kill lots of people. This was so one of those days. They’d tracked down the sick bastard they’d been after for weeks but the arrest hadn’t been easy. All Colby wanted to do was get drunk and forget. Instead his boss had practically ordered him out of the bar. Told him to go home.
Colby opened the door with perhaps a little more force than necessary. Charlie was sitting by the door, apparently waiting for him.
“Hey.” Colby mumbled. Charlie gently kissed him.
“Dinner’s on the table.”
“I’m not hungry. Charlie, I just want…”
“Dinner’s on the table. Go eat.”
Colby’s objection caught in his throat. Charlie only used that tone of voice a few times. Once, the first night they were together. Another time with an interim dean who wanted access to some of Charlie’s military research. It was a tone without force but left no room for anything other than total obedience. Colby took off his jacket, went to the dining room, and ate the dinner on the table. It was roast beef with potatoes and green beans with the little crunchy onion things; it was food his mom would have made.
When he finished, not realizing just how hungry he’d been, Charlie was sitting across the table from him.
“On her first fishing trip.”
“Go take a shower. Wash off the day.” That tone of voice again that somehow managed to bypass all of Colby’s higher brain functions.
Colby found the bathroom lit only by a couple of candles. He got in the shower but found his soap missing. In its place was a bar of something that smelled like a spice rack and was rough in his hands. It did the trick though, letting him scrub his skin raw in places. He hissed as the soap washed into the long scratches on his wrists and hands. When they’d arrested the bastard today, he had fought like a cat, biting and scratching.
When the water began to go cold, Colby got out and wrapped up in the large towel that had been left out for him.
He wandered to the bedroom that he and Charlie had shared since the spare room had been converted into a nursery and they had stopped pretending this was anything other than what it was. Charlie sat on the bed in his shorts, a steady look in his eyes. Colby shivered despite the warmth of the house, memories of his first night with this man flooding back, another bad case, another hard arrest, but he hadn’t been the one bleeding that night.
Charlie stood. “Lay down.”
Colby dropped the towel and lay down on his stomach. A moment later, something warm and wet was dripped along his spine and strong hands began to work the muscles of his neck with deep steady pressure. He groaned as Charlie worked his way slowly down his back until every muscle felt bruised and weak. Charlie’s warm, slick hands kneaded his ass releasing tension he hadn’t even known was there. When Charlie was somewhere around his thighs he realized that his face was wet and tears had been slipping from his eyes for some time now. His breath had a hitch but Charlie didn’t let up working each muscle with scientific accuracy. By the time Charlie got to his feet, the worst of the tears had dried up but there was now another problem which was a bit of a surprise. The case had sent his sex drive the same way as his appetite.
Charlie had finished his toes. “Roll over.”
Colby felt a little embarrassed as he rolled over, though he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like Charlie hadn’t seen him in this state before. Charlie leaned over and kissed him hard. Colby opened his lips passively, letting his mouth be claimed by a probing tongue. By the time Charlie broke off the kiss, he was gasping for air. Charlie stripped off his shorts and knelt between his legs. Colby’s head had rolled back, his eyes unfocused on the ceiling.
“Colby. Look at me.”
Colby’s eyes snapped to Charlie and he watched as the mathematician placed gentle kisses up and down the insides of his thighs. Then, at the soft flesh between the thigh and his cock, Charlie bit down, softly at first then harder. Colby hissed, his hips arching up. Charlie was marking him, bruising the flesh, it would last for weeks. A funny thought flitted across his mind that he should have the teeth marks tattooed. They would be permanent. No one else could mark him because Charlie was there first. Charlie licked the bite with long strokes. The skin wasn’t broken but each tooth mark stood out deep red against the flesh.
Colby’s eyes had fluttered shut again when he felt Charlie’s lips wrap around his cock. Charlie sucked him deep in, never letting up. One warm hand cupped his balls while the other still slick with the oil reached under him then began to work in him. Just one finger first, he hardly noticed. By three fingers he came, arching into Charlie’s mouth, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. He watched as Charlie swallowed deep, not a drop spilled. Colby let out a whimper at the sight. He felt like Charlie had drawn out his very blood, but it wasn’t enough. He felt strangely empty. His legs were lifted over Charlie’s shoulders.
“Look at me.” Charlie whispered again. There was a quick push and Colby felt himself filled. “Feel this.” And he did. He felt every inch of Charlie working in him. Filling him, stretching him, claiming him. Charlie went slowly. Each move considered, controlled. Colby thought he had never looked so in control, so completely sure of what he was doing. When Charlie came it was without a noise, but Colby felt the hot cum fill him, replacing what was lost, and for a moment, it seemed to make everything alright.