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Looking for Love	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 10 � �Eating, sleeping, and what comes
between

/�And love�s the
sweetest taste�/

Don slept through most of the day.� He woke up only when he smelled food.� He sat up slowly, stiffly, but he did manage
to do it all by himself with only one small grunt of pain.�

Will appeared at the doorway of the
bedroom.� �I thought you might sleep
until tomorrow but I got hungry myself.�

�Smells good,� Don said.�
�Chinese?�

�Korean, technically,� Will smiled.� �Since my mom taught me how to make it.�

�You cooked?�� Don
said.

�People do sometimes,� Will said.� �Though I bet your kitchen
doesn�t see much use.�

�I use the fridge,� Don muttered.

�For beer, no doubt,� Will teased then disappeared back into
the kitchen.

Don reached for the TV remote and flipped around until he found
a hockey game.�

Will came back in with two bowls piled high with a fragrant
rice dish.�� He set them down on the
dresser and came back with a tray that he set on Don�s lap and added a spoon
and a napkin.� He set a glass of water on
the side table within reach.

�No chopsticks?�� Don
asked.

�Not for rice,� Will said, holding up his own spoon.� He set Don�s bowl in front of him.� It was a multicolor m�lange of rice and other
things.

�What is it?�� Don
asked, trying to sound curious rather than doubtful.

�Bibimbap.� Means �mixed rice�.� Kind of the Korean
equivalent of fried rice.� White rice
with � what did I put in this time � bean sprouts, carrots, mu � that�s a sort of radish, zucchini,
fried egg, and lots of beef, because you need it.� It usually comes separated but I stirred it
up for you already.��

Will took his bowl and spoon and went to sit in his
chair.� �It�s a little bland,� he apologized.� �I usually put in more garlic and red chili
paste but I didn�t think your mouth would like that.�

Balancing the tray on his lap, Don took a spoonful and
brought it to his mouth.� Out of the
corner of his eye, Don could see Will watching him nervously.� Afraid
I�m gonna reject his cooking?� Why should
he care?

Don put the spoonful into his mouth and chewed
thoughtfully.� �It�s delicious,� he said
truthfully.

�What it is,� Will said lightly, though Don could tell he
was pleased, �is the first solid food you�ve had in days, so of course it�s
good.�

�It�s good, regardless,� Don said and helped himself to another large spoonful.

Will smiled and began to dig into his bowl.� He looked up at the TV.� �Oh, the Ducks,� he said. �They still doing good this season?�

�In line for the playoffs,� Don said.� �Though I�m more of a
Bruins fan myself.�

�They�re having a lousy season,� Will said.

�It�s the new rules,� Don protested.� �The Bruins weren�t set up with them in
mind.�

�Are you saying that actual thought went into putting
together a Bruins team?�

�Ooh,� Don laughed. �Them�s
fighting words.�

An odd expression flashed across Will�s face but was gone
before Don could identify it.� Instead,
Will smiled and they started debating the new NHL rules.

It was a pleasant evening.�
Don found that he had a lot in common with Will, as their conversation
wandered from sports to movies to trying to live up to parental expectations in
the kitchen and elsewhere. �Don
entertained Will for a while with stories about his father trying to get back
into dating.� That topic brought on a lot
of laughter and Don saw that odd expression appear Will�s face more than once,
but he couldn�t nail it down.

When the hockey game finally ended with a shootout, Will
yawned.� �I haven�t been sleeping all
day, so I�m ready to turn in.��

Don nodded, ready for sleep himself.� This evening had been the longest he�d spent
period he�d spent awake since �

How could I have been
so stupid?� He was mad at himself,
but inside him the other anger grew - anger at The Chamber, at Channing.� Knowing that he hadn�t been even remotely the
first person that Channing had done this to, and that some of those people had
died, fueled his rage.� He had a brief
pleasant image of shooting Channing then shook his head.� That wasn�t what Channing deserved and Don
didn�t want to lower himself to the level needed to give Channing the
brutalization he deserved.� But he�d be
certain to check in on him, after he was healed �

Will stood and stretched then wandered over to his
chair.� Don realized that he intended on
sleeping there again.

�Don�t you have a couch?��
Don asked.

�Old and lousy to sleep on,� Will said.� �Besides, even after years in the DEA, I�m
still a very sound sleeper.� I want to be
able to hear you if you need me.�

Don flushed.� At the
same time, he both resented and appreciated Will�s concern.� He just wished he understood it.� If Don had been in his place, he would have
found some friends of the burdensome FBI agent and offloaded him as soon as
possible.� He looked at the expanse of
Will�s king-sized bed and said, �There�s plenty of space here.� You can have the other half of the bed.�

Will looked at Don for a moment then shrugged.� �It sure sounds more comfortable.�� He grabbed some clothes and disappeared into
the bathroom.� After a moment, he came
out wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and switched off the light.� He crawled into the opposite side of the bed
and turned away from Don.�

�Call my name if you need me,� Will said.� �I usually wake up for that.�

�Okay,� Don said, then turned onto his right side on the far
edge of the bed.� He fell asleep quickly,
sleep being the only thing he could do well at the moment.

He woke much later, comfortably warm.� With a start, he realized he had rolled over
to Will�s side of the bed and was curled up against Will�s back.� He jerked and started to move away.

�Hmm?� Will mumbled.

�I�m sorry,� Don stammered.�
�I just woke up over here and��

�Is okay,� Will�s sleep-slurred voice said and he rolled
onto his back.� �Natural
reaction after your �sperience.� Moving �tward warmth and comfort.�� Will stretched out his right arm and invited
Don closer.�

Don hesitated but he desperately needed human contact - safe
positive human contact.� After a moment,
Don carefully lay his head down on Will�s shoulder.� This forced him to lay
on his sorer left side and every movement of his body hurt but he soaked in the
warmth of Will�s body.� He smiled as he
realized that Will was already asleep again.�
Don shifted a tiny bit closer to Will and fell back to sleep himself.

The next morning, Don woke, still curled up against Will�s side.� He moved carefully away, not sure in the
light of day that Will would remember inviting him over.� He got to his side of the bed and found the
TV remote.� He clicked the TV on but kept
the sound low.�

Rather than the TV, Don found himself watching Will
sleep.� It was easier to look at him
while his eyes were closed.� Awake,
Will�s dark eyes were too powerful, too compelling.� There was an intensity
there, a hunger, that Don didn�t understand.�
Now he could just admire what he could see of Will�s six-foot-long body
- the firm strong muscles of his chest and arms, his full mouth with slightly
parted lips, the perfect line of his nose and eyebrows, the long straight black
hair that had pulled free from its tie and spread across the pillow.� Again Don got the urge to push the hair away
from Will�s face, run his fingers down those strong cheekbones ��

Don shook himself.� This
man had saved his life and Don was repaying him with lust?

Will�s eyes opened slowly and fastened on Don.� �Somethin� wrong?�

Don said quickly, �Just need to go to the bathroom.�

Will stood up and stretched.�
Don couldn�t help noticing how Will�s t-shirt pulled up and revealed a
strip of golden flat stomach.

Dammit, Don, stop
that.� If nothing else, those
thoughts roused parts of Don that were not in any shape to be roused.

�You should have woke me up,� Will
said, still yawning.�

�Wasn�t urgent yet,� Don said.� �Looked like you could use
your sleep.� I bet you didn�t� slept well in
that chair.�

Will shrugged and came around Don�s side of the bed.� He held out a hand and Don took it and got
unsteadily to his feet.� Still, he felt
better than he had the day before.� His
bruises were showing more strongly but his cuts were mostly scabbed over.�

When Will got Don to the door of the bathroom, Don said, �I
can do this myself.�

�Are you sure?�

�Gonna have to some time,� Don said dryly.

�Okay,� Will said and allowed Don
to take the last few steps by himself.�
�If you need them, use the anti-bacterial wipes on the counter.�

Don grimaced and Will shut the
door.� Don managed to empty his bladder
without falling down or fainting at the pain, and he felt quite proud of that.� Then he realized his colon needed to be
emptied too and he felt a frisson of dread.�
He sat down on the toilet and, with much pain and more than a few short
blackouts, succeeded with that too.� He
put his head between his knees and tried to gather the strength to stand up.

�Don, you okay?�� Will
asked from outside the door.�

�Yeah,� Don gasped.� �Almost done.�� He
used the toilet paper then reached for the antibacterial wipes.� He managed to use one and drag his pajama
bottoms back up before collapsing against the sink.�
��
�Will,� he called and Will
instantly opened the door.

�Damn, Don, you look like a ghost,� Will snapped.� He helped Don back to bed.

�Success though, on both ends,� Don said with a faintly
hysterical giggle.

�Oh?�� Will said.� �Let me check and see if you ripped
anything.�

So
much for dignity.� Don pulled
down his pants and rolled onto his stomach.�

Will deftly checked his anus.� �Looks good,� Will said, �Or rather doesn�t
look worse than it did before.� Want some
of the cream?�

�Since you�re already there,� Don said, muffled.

Will chuckled then got the cream and applied it.� He tugged Don�s pants back up.

Don rolled back over and Will said,� �Good, your color is coming back.� Did you faint on the toilet?�

�Only a few times,� Don said weakly.

Standing up, Will grumbled something about pride and
deserving a concussion if he fell and hit his head on the sink. �Breakfast,� he
said more distinctly and stalked out of the room.
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