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A Week in Watson	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The football game went into overtime, but no one
minded.� David then Colby woke from their
doze and stayed cuddled up to Don.� They
lay, pressed together, not talking, just enjoying each
other�s warmth.

Finally, one of the teams managed to kick a field goal and
the game ended.� Don found the remote and
clicked off the TV.� Moving around, he
realized that various parts of his body were still a little sticky from earlier
fun.
��
�I need a shower,� Don said.�
He looked over at Colby, who had a small smear of cheese in his chest
hair, and then at David, who had some icing mixed with cum on his thighs.� �Correction.� We
need a shower.�

Colby grinned at him.�
�Think we can all fit into the same shower?�

�If we squeeze,� Don replied.

With laughter and some grumbling, they unstuck themselves
from the sheets and stumbled into Don�s bathroom.� Luckily, the shower was above a standard
sized tub and they could all fit standing up.�
It also had a detachable massage-type, shower head.� Don turned on the water and they all climbed
in.� Colby grabbed the soap and started
soaping Don down.�� Don unhooked the
shower head and sprayed David�s chest and crotch.� He enjoyed watching the cum-clouded water
slide down David�s legs.�

David took the shower head from him and started spraying
Colby�s back side.� Don snatched the soap
from Colby and began lathering up Colby�s chest.� Colby lifted up Don�s chin with a soapy hand
and gave him a wet kiss.�

Passing the soap and shower head around, they all three
managed to get clean, and only partially flood the bathroom floor.� There was a lot of rubbing together of wet,
slick bodies and Don was astonished to find his body rousing one more
time.� He hadn�t had this much sex since
� well, never.

Stepping out of the shower, David grabbed at Colby as his
feet started to slide out from underneath him.�
Colby laughed and helped David to the towel rack.� Don got out and pulled a towel off from the
rack and began wiping David dry.�� David
got another towel and returned the favor.�
Colby found a towel to begin drying David�s legs.� Don took a fresh towel and scrubbed it
through Colby�s short hair.� David dried
Don�s hair and even swabbed out his ears.

Laughing, Don looked up � and met his own eyes in the
mirror.� He saw himself, wet and flushed,
and David and Colby on each side of him.�
As he stared, David ran a towel over his shoulder and Colby rubbed
another towel across his ass.�

Don�s heart plummeted.�
The full horror of what he had done, what he had become, collapsed upon
him.

�Oh God,� he cried and raced out of the bathroom.� Grabbing a pillow to cover himself, he headed
to his room.� I need my gun.�

The small part of his brain that wasn�t screaming told him
that getting his gun would be a really bad idea and sent him stumbling towards
the couch instead.� Don threw himself on
the couch and shut his eyes.

�Don?�� David asked, concern heavy in his voice.�

�What�s wrong?� Colby asked.�

Don could hear them coming closer and shut his eyes
tighter.� �What�s wrong?� he said,
�What�s wrong?� I�ve only ruined my
life.�

�What do you mean?��
David asked softly.

�There�s no way I can watch someone�s back when I�m watching
their ass instead,� Don said.

�We said we�d transfer, Don,� Colby said.� �We will.�
Right, David?�

David replied, �Yes.�
A change would be good for me.�

�Gee, that wouldn�t be obvious,� Don said bitterly.� �We go away for a week and suddenly you both
need to transfer.�

�No,� Colby said, �It wouldn�t have to be obvious.�

�It doesn�t matter,� Don groaned.� �I�ll remember and I�ll wonder about the next
guy that comes along, what he would feel like.��
His eyes shot open and he glared at Colby who was sitting on the edge of
the easy chair and David who was standing behind the back of the couch.� �Even the guy in the next
batting cage or riding in the elevator.�
How am I supposed to deal with that?�

�You don�t jump every woman who comes into the office,�
David pointed out.

�Yeah, because I�ve had since puberty to learn to manage
that urge,� Don replied.

�You don�t think you can control yourself?�� Colby asked.�
�I think you�re selling yourself short.�

�Like I�ve showed a hell of a lot of self-control over the
last twenty-four hours,� Don said.

�Don�t be so hard on yourself,� David said.� �We put a lot of pressure on you.�

�Maybe, but I wanted it and I still want it,� Don said.

�What about Terry?��
Colby asked. �You worked with her.�

�Don�t think that was easy,� Don snapped.� �And our relationship was far back in the
past.�� He groaned and ran his hands
through his hair.� �God, I�m not an
animal, but here I am, totally thinking with my dick.� I�ve ruined my life for some � momentary
pleasure.�

�Don,� Colby said softly.�
�I can only tell you it gets easier.�

�Gets easier to what?��
Don asked bitterly. �Fuck my co-workers?�

�No,� Colby replied. �It gets easier to stop thinking about
fucking your co-workers.�

Don shook his head, unable to express any clearer the utter
loathing he felt for himself.� Maybe I am just an animal.� Driven by primitive urges, good only for
being locked in a cage.� Rutting with anything in heat.

David and Colby met each other�s eyes and David spoke.� �Maybe we should get another hotel room, one
that doesn�t connect to this one.� Or
even see if the B&B has a room.�
We�ll get McCarty and go home, back to the normal world.�

�You think it�ll be that easy?�� Don asked.

�It can be that easy,� David said quietly. �If you decide it
will be that easy.�

Don pressed his lips together and shook his head again.

�Come on, Granger,� David said.� �Let�s see if there�s another room
available.�

�No!� Don grabbed David�s arm, startling him.� �Don�t leave me.� Not today.�

�Okay,� David said.�
�What do you want us to do?�

�Want?� Want?��
Don laughed and he could hear the hysteria in his own voice.� �I want you to fuck me within an inch of my
life.� Fuck me until I can�t hear these
voices in my head.�

David and Colby exchanged glances.

�I don�t think that would be a good idea,� David said.

�Why not?�� Don held up his wrists and placed them
together.� He�d taken off the bandages
this morning and his wrists bore two thick lines of red welts.� �Cuff me, blindfold me, make
me forget.�

�Don, you shouldn�t�� Colby
started.

�Do it!� Don yelled.�
He needed to stop thinking, to just feel.� He swallowed, and pleaded, �Please?�

Colby looked at David and they seemed to have a long, silent
conversation.� David slowly nodded.� Colby pursed his lips and nodded back.�

Don closed his eyes, keeping his hands raised.� He heard the clink of the handcuffs then
their cool metal sliding over his sore wrists.�

�Blindfold?�� Colby asked David.

�Use your tie, the silk one,� David replied.�

Don kept his eyes closed until he felt the smooth silk
settle over his eyes and tie firmly in back.�
David and Colby conferred in low voices while Don waited impatiently for
whatever was next.�

He felt strong hands under his arms and he was jerked out of
the couch.� He stumbled, getting his feet
tangled, and was hauled bodily across the floor.�

The handcuffs were yanked upwards and Don sucked in his
breath at the sting.� The cuffs were
looped over something above his head, leaving Don standing fully stretched out,
forced to stand on the balls of his feet to relieve the pressure against his
wrists.

He felt a blast of cold air against his skin.� They�d opened the door to outside.� He was hanging there, naked to the world,
exposed in his weakness and perversion.

Colby spoke at his ear.�
�You�re in the doorway in between the rooms.� No one outside can see you.�

Don felt relief, and was disgusted by it.� Still hidden then.�

He cried out in surprise and pain when something ice-cold � snow � touched his chest.� The snow was placed against both his nipples
and he shrank back, pulling away as far as his bound wrists would let him.�

�Hold him,� David snapped and Don felt Colby�s strong hands
at his back, forcing him to stand still while snow melted against his
skin.� His nipples ached and
throbbed.� Don bit his lip.� He felt a sharp pain and tasted blood as he
ripped open his old wound.

A handful of snow was pressed against each hip.� He shivered as the snow melted down his
legs.� Colby let him go and Don hung
there, trembling.� He heard the outside
door open and shut again.

Two pairs of snow-cold hands ran up and down his body,
leaving no inch of skin untouched and unchilled.�

The hands vanished and Don shivered uncontrollably.� Maybe they�d leave him here until he came
down with hypothermia.� A fitting punishment for someone who had sacrificed his career for
a little warmth.� Damn, where are they?� He was still able to think.

He heard water running nearby and some splashing then
dripping.� Something hot touched his skin
and he cried out.� Pain lit up his body
as hot wet towels wrapped around his cold skin.�
He tried to suck in breath but he was shaking too hard.� Searing tears ran down his face.

Sensation came roaring back to every one of his frozen nerve
endings and fire washed over him followed by waves of tingling shocks.�

�Oh god,� he moaned.�
The pain began to fade, leaving behind skin that felt hot and
alive.� More, more, more.

His hands were lifted from whatever held them above his
head.� They hung like lead weights from
his shoulders.� His calf muscles groaned
as he could finally stand flat on his feet again.� He swayed in place and began to collapse.

�Oh no, you don�t,� Colby said and Don was propelled,
stumbling, across the room until he ended up at the wall.� Colby positioned Don�s cuffed hands against
the wall above his head and spread Don�s feet apart.�

Colby�s cold finger slid inside his asshole.� Then a second finger -
quickly, ruthlessly stretching and lubricating him.� The fingers vanished and were replaced by
Colby�s thick cock, pressing into Don�s ass.

Abruptly, Colby drove in deep, unbalancing Don and shoving
him face first against the wall.� Colby
pulled in tight behind him and began thrusting fiercely, pushing Don against
the wall with every thrust.� No matter
how Don tried to brace himself, his shoulders on fire with the effort, his own
cock was squished between his body and the wall with every thrust.� It hurt, but that was okay.� It was his damn cock that had gotten him into
this mess.

As if he could tell Don was still capable of coherent
thought, Colby shifted Don�s ass and angled himself, until with each thrust he
was hitting Don�s sensitive prostate.�
Don moaned helplessly as the sharp pleasure shot through him, exploding
behind his eyes.� Only the pressure
against the wall and Colby�s hands on his hips kept Don standing.� Pain and pleasure fused as one, becoming the
only thing in Don�s universe.� He could
no longer feel Colby inside, just that all devouring sensation.

Colby finally slowed his sweet torture.� He pulled out and Don sunk boneless against
the wall.� The sensation vanished as
quickly as it came, leaving him trembling.

He wasn�t allowed to rest, but David�s hands were at his
hips and he was dragged from the wall.�
He felt a cold hard surface against his hands then was shoved down so
that he was laying bent over the table.�
He welcomed the press of the table against his check, bringing him back
to his physical body.� David�s cock
pressed against Don�s abused asshole and slammed inside.� Don gasped as his stomach jammed against the
edge of the table.� David pulled back and
slammed in again.� Don�s breath was
knocked from his body.

�Wrong height,� David grumbled and pulled out of Don.� Don lay on the table, breathing
shallowly.� He heard David step away and
have a quiet conversation with Colby.

David�s hand on his shoulder and Don was wrenched up from
the table.� He was turned around and
shoved.� He staggered forward and his
shins hit the end of the bed.� Reaching
out with his bound wrists, he barely stopped himself from landing face down on
the bed.

Rough hands pulled his body downward until his hips were
right at the edge of the bed.�� He felt
his hands dragged upwards, and something wrapped around the cuffs and pulled
taut, keeping Don�s arms at full extension above his head.� Something soft touched his left ankle, then was quickly tied around it.� His leg was jerked outwards and pulled into
position.� The same was done to his right
ankle, so that he was tied firmly in place - his arms up, his legs spread wide,
his ass at prime fucking level.� Don blinked against his blindfold.� He�d never felt so vulnerable, so utterly at
the mercy of another person.� It was
frightening and exciting.� Damn, I even enjoy my punishment.

Don felt a cock at his asshole.�

�Much better,� David said and pushed himself deep into Don.

Colby was above him in the bed, running his fingernails over
Don�s back.� Don felt Colby�s mouth at
his neck, Colby�s teeth pulling at his skin.

David fucked Don with long slow strokes, caressing Don�s ass
with his hands.

Don heard Colby move around so that Colby�s knees were on
both sides of his outstretched arms.� He
felt the spongy head of Colby�s cock against his fingers and he tried to reach
out for it.�

�No, no,� Colby chided him, and rubbed his cock along Don�s
arms.� Don lifted his head as Colby�s
cock came nearer to his face, but Colby kept it out of reach of Don�s questing
tongue.� Colby shifted around and ran his
cock along Don�s back and neck, leaving a tingling trail of wet pre-cum
wherever it went.�� Colby rubbed his cock
up the back of Don�s neck and through his hair.�
Don kept turning his head to try and catch that cock in his mouth.� Colby was too fast for him, always just out
of Don�s reach.

Don felt Colby move off of his back and heard the bed creak
on the left side of his head.� He turned
his head that way and opened his mouth.

�You want to suck my cock?��
Colby asked softly.� �Tell me.�

Don cleared his throat and whispered, �Yes.�

�Didn�t quite hear that,� Colby replied.�

�Please,� Don asked.�
�Let me suck your cock.�

�I love it when you beg,� Colby murmured.

Don reached out with his tongue, moving his head as far as
he could with his hands still tied above him and his feet below.� With the very tip of his tongue, he grazed
the salty surface.

Colby relented and moved closer, until Don could lay his
head back on the bed and still keep Colby�s warm cock in his mouth.� Don�s mouth moved now in earnest, employing
every trick he had learned to make Colby moan above him.� He lifted his head to rub the head of the
cock across his lips and cheeks then swallowed it again.

At his ass, David had apparently decided that Don was paying
too much attention to Colby.� He stopped
his slow strokes, shifted his weight, then began fucking Don much harder.

David dug his fingers into Don�s ass cheeks and slammed him
repeatedly.� Just this morning Don had
been thinking about pounding David�s ass until David was a whimpering
puddle.� Now he was the whimpering
puddle, completely at the mercy of that driving cock.

Don couldn�t concentrate on technique any more, but just
sucked hard on Colby�s cock.� His own
orgasm was nearing and he wanted Colby to come in his mouth as David came in
his ass.

As if he could hear his thoughts, David leaned over Don, put
his hand under Don�s hips, and took a firm grip on Don�s cock.� Just a few strokes sent Don over the
edge.� David rode Don as he bucked and
moaned and pumped his cum all over the blanket.

He felt Colby shudder and pull out of his mouth.� Don grunted in protest but Colby moved his
cock so that Don�s lips were on the sensitive ridge right below the head.� Don fastened on that spot and Colby shuddered
again and exploded all over Don�s cheek.�
Colby�s cock jumped against his mouth again and again until he finally
slowed down.� Don kept his mouth on
Colby�s cock, wanting to feel the post-orgasm shrinking and softening.

Instead of coming himself, David pulled out of Don�s ass and
moved away.� As Don licked Colby�s
depleted cock, he wondered what David was doing.

Something cold and hard slid into Don�s asshole.� He pulled his mouth from Colby�s cock and
mumbled, �What is that?�

�Don�t worry,� David said lightly, �It�s not loaded.�

�What?�� Don�s heart exploded in his chest as
adrenaline shot through him.� �Shit!�
Fucking apple!� Get it out!�
You stuck a fucking gun up me?�
You sick bastard!�

�Relax,� David said, pulling out the hard object.� �It�s just a beer bottle.�

�Apple, damn it, get me out of this!�� Don struggled wildly.�� His heart was hammering and his whole body
shaking with adrenaline.

Colby rolled off of him, saying urgently, �Hold on, hold
on.�� He tried to steady Don�s fighting
hands long enough to unlock the handcuffs.�
Don rubbed his head against his outstretched arms until he slid the
blindfold off onto his forehead.

Don felt David untie his left ankle and Don kicked out,
pleased when his foot connected solidly with some part of David.� He looked downwards, and saw David sitting on
the floor, looking at him, with an odd half-smile on his face.

Colby finally succeeded in getting Don�s hands
uncuffed.� �Wait, wait, I�ll get the
other foot.�� He slid off the bed and
untied Don�s right ankle.

Don twisted around to get to David but Colby was too fast
for him.� Colby grabbed Don�s shoulders
and pinned him back against the bed.

�Get out!� Colby commanded David, �And lock the door behind
you.�

David got reluctantly to his feet.

�Move!� Colby said, as Don fought
his hold.

David turned and walked quickly out of the room, into Don�s
room next door.� He shut the
communicating door and Don heard the click.�
Colby let him go and Don surged to his feet.

�I�m gonna kill him,� Don snarled.

�Okay, okay,� Colby said soothingly, �Take a breath.�

�I�m not gonna take a fucking breath!� Don yelled, �He stuck
a fucking gun up my ass!� I�m gonna kill
him.�

�No, No,� Colby said, �You must not have heard him.� It wasn�t a gun.� It was the top of a beer bottle.�

�What?�� Don blinked
at him.

�He just told you it was a gun, he wouldn�t actually do
that.�

Don groaned and sat back on the bed.� �A beer bottle.� What kind of sick bastard would tell me that
he put a gun up my ass?�� He jerked the
blindfold the rest of the way off his head and threw it across the floor.

Shrugging, Colby sat next to him.� �I think it was done to him once, and now he
feels like he can do it to other people, like a kind of hazing.�

Don put his head in his hands and tried to stop
shaking.� �Still gonna kill him,� he
said, but with less conviction.

Colby wiped his cum from Don�s cheek with one of the
discarded towels.� �He did it to me,
too.� Then again, I wasn�t tied up at the
time so I could turn and look and see it wasn�t a gun.�

�He�s still a bastard,� Don said.

�Yeah,� Colby said softly, �But he�s our bastard.�

Don looked up at him.�
�Our bastard?�

�Yeah, ours.�� Colby said, as he removed the last of the
mess from Don�s face.� �You must know
some of what his childhood was like.� The
only way to survive was to be tougher and more ruthless than the other guy.�

�More of a bastard.�

�Exactly.�

�That�s not an excuse.�

�No,� Colby said with a rueful smile. �But it is an
explanation.�

�Hmph,� Don said.�
Then with a small smile, he added, �I seem to remember you getting on
Megan�s case once when you thought she was excusing killers because they had
terrible childhoods.�

Colby nodded.�
�Remember what else she said?� She
said that the background of killers and FBI agents are remarkably similar.�

Don rubbed his face.�
�Right, I remember that.� Didn�t
realize at the time how relevant it was, since I had an okay childhood and you
did too, I think.�

�I did,� Colby said, standing up and stretching.� He looked down at Don.� �You know what I need?� A hot bath.� And you in the tub with me.�

�God, I�m not ready for more,� Don groaned.

�Me either.�� Colby
walked over to the bathroom door.� �Just a soak.�

Don shrugged and Colby went into the bathroom.� Don heard the water start.� He stared down at his hands, waiting for his
adrenal reaction to pass.� He was still
furious at David, and not sure he was ever going to let him near his ass again,
but the sick horror was fading.�

He got a good look at his own wrists and winced.� Red welts stretched from halfway down his
forearm up to just below his thumb.� I�m gonna have to wear long sleeves for a
while, �very
long sleeves.
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