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Wrestling	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1 - Getting Messy
- 2-Part 2 - Cleaning up
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Don�s face slammed into the mat for what must have been the
fiftieth time and he groaned. He slapped
the mat in submission and felt the heavy body moving off of him. Not even bothering to get up, he turned his
face from the mat and gasped, �Tell me again how this is supposed to help me?�

Colby sat on his knees next to him and grinned. �You obviously need more hand-to-hand
practice. That suspect took you down way
too easily.�

�He had a hundred pounds on me and was a semi-pro wrestler!�

�Excuses, excuses.� Colby shook his head. �Megan could have taken him out.�

�And you think grinding my face into the mat is going to
help that?�

�You�re supposed to be learning the throws.�

�Not if every time I figure out a throw, you do a
counter-throw,� Don grumbled.

�Force of habit.�

�Show-off.�

Colby smiled and shrugged, unable to dispute the claim. �Let�s try another grapple.�

Don nodded and got to his feet. He�d been a decent wrestler at Quantico, but couldn�t
seem to get an edge on Colby. The other
man was too fast, too strong.

They faced each other, knees bent and hands ready. Don moved first and Colby immediately met
him, somehow ducking under Don�s hold and grabbing Don�s right knee. Lifting Don�s leg, Colby threw Don on his
back, Colby�s left knee hitting the mat between Don�s legs, his right shoulder
driving into Don�s chest. Don tried to
free his right knee but Colby was still moving.
Colby�s left knee locked around Don�s right thigh. His chest pressed against Don�s face, his
hands controlling Don�s.

Colby shifted up, knees on both sides of Don�s torso. Grabbed Don�s left arm, he flipped himself
onto his back. His legs closed around
Don�s shoulder and Don�s arm was pinned between Colby�s thighs, his wrist
against Colby�s collarbone.

Don felt his shoulder stretching uncomfortable and quickly
slapped the mat. Colby released him and
Don pulled his arm back. It slid along
Colby�s crotch � and along a hard bulge in Colby�s shorts. Colby sucked in a sharp breath.

Rolling onto his knees, Don looked at Colby. Colby didn�t meet his eyes but climbed to his
feet and went to wipe his face off on a towel.

When he turned back to Don, Colby�s face was impassive. �How about a throw?�
Colby said, �Let�s try Ushiro Ryoude Jime again. I�ll defend first.�

�Which one was that?�
Though it hardly makes a
difference, since they all involve me landing face first...

�It means you try a back two-arm choke. Come up behind me and try to get me in a full
nelson hold.�

�Okay,� Don said and got to his feet. Rolling his shoulders, he came around behind
Colby. Don was momentarily distracted
by the sweaty T-shirt clinging to Colby�s muscular back. Damn,
he�s built �

�Any time,� Colby said.

Taking a deep breath, Don reached for Colby, attempting to
reach under his armpits and lock his hands behind Colby�s head. Colby grabbed Don�s right arm with his left
hand, turned slightly to his right, and drove his right shoulder up and over
Don�s right arm. He locked his arm with
Don�s and shifted his right leg backwards.

With a smooth motion, Colby dropped to his knee, twisting
his body leftward, and Don was sailing through the air. He landed face first on the mat with an oof and Colby immediately pinned him there with his full
body length.

Don slapped the mat, but Colby didn�t move off of him. Instead, Colby kissed the back of Don�s neck
and ground his erect cock against Don�s ass.

�Granger!� Don gasped.

Colby�s hands slid down Don�s side and murmured, �Don�t tell
me this doesn�t turn you on.�

There was no point in Don protesting since the thin shorts
he was wearing did nothing to hide his own full erection.

�We can�t, not here,� Don said instead. They were alone in a closed practice room in
the FBI�s gym, but there were people walking by in the hall and working out in
the nearby weight room.

�What, you worried someone will walk in and find me fucking
my boss?�

�It would mean both our jobs,� Don said, but could feel
himself weakening.
Grappling with Colby�s hard body had worked Don up to a smoldering
heat. He had thought about asking if
Colby wanted to go back to his apartment afterwards, but he didn�t think he
could make it that far. With how he felt
right now, he wasn�t sure that he could resist jumping Colby in the car. They�d never had sex without David around and
Don really wanted to.

�Besides,� Don added, acknowledging he�d lost the
argument. �What makes
you think it would be you doing the fucking?�

�Because I�m on top?� Colby
laughed.

�For now,� Don said and flipped him over.

Colby immediately flipped back over and they rolled across
the floor, wrestling for hand holds and leg positions. Colby pinned Don down and nudged up Don�s
T-shirt with one knee. Don tried to get
to Colby�s shirt, but Colby held his arms fast.

Bending down, Colby sucked on Don�s right nipple. Don bit back a moan, remembering just in time
where he was. That would not have
sounded like wrestling. Or at least not
the sort of wrestling that they were supposedly doing.

Don arched his back and Colby shifted his hands to stroke
Don�s chest as he worked Don�s nipple.

Don took advantage of Colby�s distraction and hooked his arm
underneath Colby�s right shoulder. He
flipped Colby over onto his back and pounced on top of him. He tugged at Colby�s shirt and Colby obliged
him by lifting up his arms so that Don could remove his shirt entirely. Don sat up and pulled off his own shirt. Don then slid his hands over Colby�s tanned
muscular chest. He loved the solid bulk
of Colby underneath him. Don could be as
rough and physical as he�d always wanted to be without worrying about hurting
his lover.

Leaning over, Don kissed Colby, his mouth demanding. Colby kissed him back just as hard, his fingers
digging into Don�s hair and scalp.

Their mouths still joined, Don slid his body down Colby�s
until he lay full length against him. Don ran his hands down Colby�s sides and
ground his cock against Colby�s. He
could feel the heat of Colby through his shorts, his cock a hot line of arousal
against Don�s. Their sweaty bodies stuck
and skidded together until Don thought he would go crazy if he didn�t get Colby
naked right then.

Colby apparently felt the same since he wrapped his legs
around Don and rolled him over. Don kept
the motion going until he was on top again then he separated himself and rolled
to his knees. Colby twisted around and
also came up to his knees.

They smiled at each other, and Don wondered if Colby saw the
same feral energy in his smile as he did in Colby�s. With one eye on the other man, Colby and Don
took off their shoes and socks and set them on the edge of the mat.

They crawled cautiously towards each other, watching for
angles, grips. Don waited for Colby to
close this time and when Colby did, Don went for a wrist lock. However, Colby�s wrist wasn�t there anymore,
instead Don found Colby�s left arm locked under his right and Colby�s right arm
over Don�s left. Don remembered this
being called the butterfly guard and that he was in trouble.

Don tried to pull away but Colby was already moving. Colby shifted his hips to the left and fell
towards his right, throwing Don forward at an angle. Colby landed on his side, his left knee
shoving Don�s right leg upwards. Don was
forced onto his back and, with a smooth hip rotation,
Colby swung his leg over to sit on Don�s chest.

Don started to move to dislodge Colby but then grinned and
stopped. Colby might be on top, but his
pelvis was close to Don�s head. Colby
eyed Don, obviously unsure what to make of that grin. Don pried one arm out from Colby�s grip and
reached for the waistband of Colby�s shorts.
Colby didn�t protest when Don pulled the elastic down to expose Colby�s
thick rigid cock.

Scooting Colby forward, Don took that ready cock into his
mouth. Colby drew a shuddering breath
and braced his hands above Don�s head, giving Don the perfect angle. Don held the base of Colby�s cock and
proceeded to work Colby using every trick he knew. He sucked the head in and out, his lips
tight around it. He nibbled on the
sensitive ridge below the head. He licked
it from base to head with the flat of his tongue.

All the while, Don kept his eyes locked with Colby�s,
watching the flush rise in Colby�s fair skin, his tongue slide over his strong
lips. Colby�s eyes narrowed to slits and
his breath came faster.

Abruptly, he jerked out of Don�s mouth. Don licked his lips and smiled up at him.
Without ceremony, Colby grabbed Don�s right leg and right arm and flipped him
over.

Holding Don down with one arm, Colby peeled down Don�s shorts
to his thighs. He spit and Don felt the hot liquid sliding
between his asscheeks. Colby spit again
then rubbed his thumb against Don�s asshole.
A tingling flush crept across Don�s ass.

One of Colby�s large fingers pressed against Don�s asshole
then slid inside. Don bit his lip to
avoid crying out at the discomfort followed quickly by pleasure. A second finger joined the first one and
warmed and stretched him. Colby stroked
him with his fingers, careful to avoid Don�s hyper-sensitive prostate. When Don began loosening up, Colby pulled his
fingers out and tugged Don�s shorts and underwear the rest of the way off.

Don made a half-hearted attempt to wiggle out of Colby�s
grasp, but Colby held him tight. Don put
his forehead down on the mat, spread his knees, and waited.

�Damn,� Colby snapped. �I don�t have any condoms.�

Don smiled over his shoulder at him. �I thought you were a
boy scout.�

�Maybe there is��

�Fuck me without one.�

Colby�s eyebrows raised. �Are you sure?�

�We�ll take a good shower afterwards,� Don said
impatiently. �Goddamnit, Granger, if you
don�t fuck me right now, I�m gonna fire you.�

Colby laughed warmly. �Now there�s an interesting threat.� He spit several times on his hands and rubbed
the moisture up and down his cock. He
shifted his pelvis closer and Don closed his eyes, so he could concentrate his
whole attention on the feel of Colby�s thick cock penetrating his intimate
depths.

It was a little painful at first, since there was only spit
to lubricate the way, but some pain seemed appropriate for the setting. Then Colby was all the way inside and Don
breathed out in contentment. He never got
tired of that sensation, the feeling of completeness that he didn�t know he�d missed
all his life.

Then Colby started stroking and Don lost all coherent
thought. He shoved his fist into his
mouth to keep back the moans that welled up from deep inside him. Colby�s cock slid over Don�s prostate with
just the right amount of pressure to keep it pleasurable without overwhelming
him. Don dug his fingers of his other
hand into the mat, his knuckles going white with the effort of staying silent.

Colby�s unhurried movements fueled the smoldering fire
inside Don, spreading warmth across Don�s whole body. His own cock, imprisoned underneath him,
throbbed hotly. With each stroke of
Colby�s, Don�s cock was rubbed against the slick plastic mat, a mingled
pain-pleasure sensation.

Stopping his motion, Colby slowly pulled out of Don. Don made a protesting sound. Colby rolled Don over and Don went easily,
feeling like a doll in Colby�s strong hands.

Colby gathered his feet underneath him and Don wrapped his
legs around Colby�s hips. Colby slid his
hands under Don�s ass and took a firm grip.
Incredibly, the muscles bunched in Colby�s legs then he stood up, Don
still welded to his pelvis. He propped
Don�s shoulders against the wall and braced his own feet wide apart. Don was bent in a curve, his legs holding on
to Colby, but most of his weight held up by Colby. Colby rotated his pelvis and began fucking
Don with short, powerful strokes. Don
pressed his head back against the wall and chewed on his lip. It was erotic, in its own way, to have to
hold back his noise, to hear the little gasps from Colby as he also strained to
say silent. Don couldn�t reach Colby�s
shoulders so he clenched his hands around Colby�s where they held him.

Colby couldn�t spare a hand for Don�s aching cock so Don
stroked it himself, in time to Colby�s thrusts.
Colby began to speed up and Don followed suit, until Colby was hammering
into Don and Don was jerking his own cock fiercely.

With a moan he couldn�t completely suppress, Colby exploded
inside Don. Without the condom, Don felt
every drop of Colby�s sizzling cum on the inside skin of his asshole. He bit his lip tight and his own orgasm burst
out, his cock pulsing against his hand in time with the throbbing inside his
ass. They pumped and rocked for a long
endless moment.

Finally, Colby sank slowly to the floor, carrying Don with
them. They lay there panting and
grinning goofily at each other.
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