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Old Dog, New Tricks	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 5 � Negotiations

Don and Will were laughing when Coop could breathe
again.� Will handed him some napkins and
Don wiped the table.

�You had to wait until he had a mouthful of beer,� Will
said, still laughing.

�Of course!�� Don
responded.

Coop wiped his mouth and glared at them.� �That�s not funny.�

�Oh, yes, it was,� Don grinned.

�Ha, ha,� Coop snapped.�
�Now just drop it and let�s eat some dinner.�

Will tipped his head to one side.� �He doesn�t believe you.�

Don�s laughter faded but a particular smile lingered on his
lips, a smile that Coop knew well.� Don
had brought many a girl to his bed with that smile.� It promised heaven - with the full attention
of a very special devil.

Coop�s heart began pounding.�
Oh, sweet merciful God � He
looked between him and Will.� �You�re
serious.�

Will smiled and nodded.�
So did Don.

He stared at them, his pounding heart threatening to deafen
him.� �You � you do this often?�

�A few times,� Don said.�
�But never with Will.�

Coop�s mouth opened and shut.� Just how many men had Don slept with?� That really didn�t matter because � �Hell,
yes!�

Don chuckled.� �Looks
like we�re going to need those oysters after all.�

Coop flushed as the import of the large order of oysters
finally sunk in.� Back in the office,
Will had proposed oysters and Don had stared at him.� Now he knew that Will had been proposing a
three-way and Don had been stunned.� The
car ride must have been to talk about it.�
�Damn, I � damn,� he stuttered.

Will grinned.� �I love
red-heads with lots of freckles.�

Don poked him.� �I
thought you preferred brunettes.�

�Babe,� Will said, reaching over and twining his fingers
with Don�s.� �I�d prefer you even if you
had blue hair.�

�Humph,� Don said.�
�May have to test that sometime.�

�That, I gotta see,� Will said with an impish twinkle in his
eyes.� �Nothing can beat the pink bunny
suit, though.�

�The what?� Coop
snorted.� �You wore a pink bunny suit?�

�Lost a bet,� Don grumbled.

Coop laughed and shook his head.� �I hope you have pictures.�

�Oh, I do,� Will said, leaning closer to Don.� �Before and
after fucking.�

�Kinky,� Coop said with interest.

�You have no idea,� Don said.� �Though we don�t usually have photos.� What I wouldn�t give for a photo of the time
I covered Will in olive oil and took him on the kitchen floor.�

Coop blinked, then frowned in confusion.� So Don was the top, after all?� Well, at least he�d get to� fuck Will.�
That was worth a lot.

The large platter of oysters arrived and they dug in.� The next few minutes were involved in
discussion of the six different oyster types on the platter and how to eat
them.�

After they�d each selected and eaten one, Coop looked up to
see Will eyeing him thoughtfully.

�Let me guess,� Will said.�
�You�re a top.�

�Of course,� Coop said.�
�And I was sure that you were too, but I guess I should have realized
that Don would never be a bottom.� He�d
always been into control.�

�But,� Don said with a crease between his eyebrows, �I do, I
mean, I bottom too.�

Coop�s eyebrows shot up.�

Will smiled wryly.�
�Don has more limited experience with gay sex than I do.� I believe that every man that Don has slept
with does both.�

Don nodded, looking a little confused.

�Some people limit themselves,� Will explained.

�Oh,� Don said thoughtfully.�
�I don�t think I could pick between the two.�

�Me either,� Will said, his eyes on Coop.

�Hey,� Coop said uncomfortably.� �Whatever you guys do is fine with me, but I
don�t bottom.� I�m not that kind of guy.�

�But,� Don protested.�
�I was looking forward to ��

�We don�t believe in such limitations,� Will stated flatly
to Coop.� �If you want to be with us,
you�ll have to bottom, too.�

Coop stared at him.

�And first,� Will said firmly.

�You�ve got to be kidding!� Coop snapped.

�Will,� Don said, �We don�t have to��

Will turned to Don.� �Believe
me, I�ve been with guys like him that believe bottoms are some other kind of
species.� A definitely lesser species.� I have no interest in being with that kind of
person again.�

Don and Will locked eyes and some unspoken communication passed
between them.� Finally, Don nodded.

He turned to Coop.� �Sorry,
Coop, but what he said.�

�So that�s how you roll these days,� Coop sneered.� �Hen-pecked.�

�No,� Don retorted.� �I
just trust Will�s experience in this area.�
Never hurts to go with the expert.�

�Well?�� Will asked tightly.� �That�s the deal.� Or we can just have a nice dinner and swap
war stories then go home separately.�

Coop gritted his teeth and glared down at his plate.� He wanted Don so bad it made his bones
ache.� And his desire for Will was only
growing with each thing the bastard said.�
He wanted Will on all fours, begging for his cock.

Mentally, Coop shrugged.�
He�d just go with the flow.� Once
they got into action, he was pretty confident he could make them forget about
this stupid idea.� He�d never had a bed
partner that complained about his skills.

�Okay,� he said, keeping his voice
grudging.� Will raised his eyebrows at
Coop�s easy capitulation, but didn�t argue.

�Alright then,� Will said.� �Better eat up, boys.� We�re gonna need the boost.�

�You won�t regret it,� Don said
with a relieved smile and reached for another oyster.�

Coop snagged himself a random
oyster and chewed it thoughtfully.� He�d
been involved in a few three-ways in his life, though it had usually been with
two women or one woman and one man.� He
imagined fucking Don while Don fucked Will and pleasant warmth started forming
in his groin.

It was a small table and their
knees were almost bumping as it was.�
Coop jumped as he felt a warm hand on his left knee.� Will winked at him and a pleasant shiver went
up Coop�s leg, straight to his groin to stoke the growing fire.� Will�s fingers began making slow circles on
Coop�s kneecap.

�Try the Imperial Eagle,� Don said,
holding up an oyster.� �It�s sweet with a
kind of melony aftertaste.��

Coop held out his hand for it, but
Don used his fork to release the meat inside the shell and held out the ready
oyster.� Coop shrugged and leaned
over.� Don placed the edge of the shell
at Coop�s lips and tipped the oyster and juices into his mouth.� With his other thumb, he wiped a drop of
liquid from Coop�s chin.� His thumb
lingered, stroking along his jawline before withdrawing.� Coop almost swallowed his oyster whole at
that searing touch.�

Don gave him a smile that was
almost shy.� He was nervous about
this.� That made Coop feel a little less
lost at the turn the evening was taking.�
He reached over and laid his hand on Don�s left arm.� He ran his fingers up the inside of Don�s
forearm.� He�d always liked Don�s arms
and Don hadn�t let himself go at all since becoming desk-bound.� In fact, he�d lost the last traces of baby
fat.� Coop was looking forward to seeing
Don naked again.� And then touching him
very thoroughly.

The rest of the meal passed quite
pleasantly.� Once plans had been made,
Will seemed to relax and start showing the less abrasive parts of his
personality.� He was smart, funny, and
Coop began to see what Don saw in him, beyond being lip-smacking tasty.� They chuckled at stories of Charlie and his
new boyfriend, the big blond that Coop had seen at their office.� Coop mused on that couple, thinking that a
whole heck of a lot more gay sex was going on at the LA FBI office than he ever
dreamed.�� Don told him about their cat,
named Monster of all things, and Coop thought that Don really had settled down.� He looked content, happy, full of energy and
light like he�d been in the early days of Fugitive Recovery, before the job had
broken him down.

By the time all the oyster shells
were drained and the beer mugs empty, Coop could picture himself just hanging
out with Don and Will, watching a game or playing basketball.� After
fucking both of them senseless.� The
caresses had continued through the meal, each one more prolonged and full of
promises.� Don�s foot had hooked around
Coop�s right ankle.� Coop had pushed a
strand of hair behind Will�s ear.� Will
had licked salt from Don�s fingers.

Coop grinned to himself.� This was going to be a night none of them
would forget.
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