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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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�Come on in,� Colby invited.�

Don got to his feet, groaning.� His body was not used to this kind of
abuse.� Actually, a soak in a tub sounded
wonderful.

The tile of the bathroom was cool on his feet but plumes of
steam were rising from the tub.� Colby was
already in the large jacuzzi tub, leaning against the
back and stretched out along the length.�
Don shut the bathroom door to keep the steam in and carefully stepped
into the tub.� With a hiss at the heat,
Don slid into the water.� He settled
against Colby, his back against Colby�s chest and stretched out his legs.

Colby draped a wet arm around Don�s shoulders and kissed his
right ear.� ��Relax,� he murmured.

Taking a deep breath then blowing it out, Don let himself
relax.�

�Better?� Colby asked.

�Yeah,� Don sighed.�
�Though I�m gonna get back at him.�

�No doubt,� Colby said, and Don could hear the grin in his
voice.� �I�m sure he�s worrying exactly
how right now.�

�Let him worry,� Don said, closing his eyes and resting his
head against Colby�s broad shoulder.

They soaked in silence for a few minutes and Don�s breathing
returned to normal.� His orgasm followed
by that kind of fight reaction had exhausted him.�

Don had almost drifted off to sleep when Colby softly
touched his cheek with a wet finger.

�You know,� Colby said.�
�It wasn�t easy for me to deal with either.� I don�t mean the stupid gun thing, I mean the sex, having sex with a guy.�

Don came back awake.�
Colby was giving him a chance to ask questions, questions that Don
needed to understand the answers to.�

�So why did you?� Don asked.

Colby laughed, and Don enjoyed feeling the rumble of his
laughter through his body.� �David can be
very persuasive, as you know and �� Colby added. �He got me drunk.�

Don frowned.� �You
were drunk?�

�Yeah, but not enough that I didn�t know what I was
doing.� Just enough to
make me forget I�d have to face myself in the morning.�

�Did you regret it?�

�Hell, yeah.�� Colby�s fingers trailed idly along Don�s
chest under the water.� �You gotta
remember my background.� The army doesn�t
look kindly on same-sex stuff.� It was
hammered into us constantly about how bad it was.�

�But you did it again.�

�Yeah,� Colby said wryly, �The next night.� I couldn�t forget how damn good it made me
feel.� It�s David who�s put the
restrictions on when and where.� If he�d
let me, I�d be at his apartment every weekend.�

�Really?�

�Well, that would be if I actually had any weekends.�

�There�s that.��

�But,� Colby sighed, �It�s probably wise.� We have a good team and I�d hate to mess that
up because I needed to get my rocks off.�

�Don�t you have a girlfriend?�

�Had
a girlfriend.� She broke up with
me.� Said she wanted someone more
�emotionally accessible.��

�Ouch.�

�And wouldn�t take off in the middle of
dates all the time.�

�That too,� Don said sadly.�
�Not the easiest job to have relationships with.�

�Nope.�

Don turned his head to look at Colby.� �Having a relationship with another agent is
not a good answer either.�

�No.� It�s just�never mind.�

Don frowned, not sure if he should press.� Colby seemed to be taking this more seriously
than David.� �So this � relationship
works for you?�

�Better than nothing,� Colby sighed.

Colby looked so resigned that Don reached up and kissed
him.� �Damn, Granger, you deserve
better.�

�You offering?�� Colby said, trying for a joking tone, but
failing.

�Colby �� Don said.�
He didn�t know what to say.� When
had this moved from pure fun to an emotional minefield?

�Forget it,� Colby said, and gave Don a tight hug.� �You�re actually not my type, not most days.�

Don raised his eyebrows.�
�What�s your type?�

�Someone who doesn�t need handcuffs to let me kiss him,�
Colby teased, his voice still a little shaky.

�Him?�

Colby didn�t look at Don, just rubbed his thumb down Don�s
arm.� �I�ve always been kind of afraid of
gay men, like they could infect me or something.� I wonder now if it wasn�t that I feared that
I could be like them.�

�But David said that you weren�t full gay, just bisexual.�

�Bisexual, probably,� Colby said, �But at the moment I�m
more interested in guys then girls.�

�Oh,� Don said.� �I
see.�� Lacking anything else to say, he
turned and settled himself back against Colby�s chest.

�It might swing back the other way,� Colby said and Don
could feel his shrug.� �Though
I don�t know when.� See, I have a
friend�� He quickly
added, �No one you know.�

Too
quickly? Don wondered.

�I have a friend,� Colby continued, �That I�ve come to
realize I would like to be more than a friend.�
He isn�t gay though, so I�m kind of stuck.� Sometimes it�s hard to even be around him
because I want to touch him so badly.�

�Is this supposed to be encouraging?�� Don asked.

�I�m just telling you that it�s changed my whole
perspective.�

�I don�t want my perspective changed.�

Colby laughed wryly.� �Too late.�

�Yeah,� Don said.� He
ran his fingers through the water, staring at the ripples that spread out until
they hit the side of the tub.� �So what
do I do now?�

Colby rested his cheek against Don�s hair for a long moment
before replying.� �Well, first thing is you forget that I got all sappy on you.� Call it a moment of sex-induced weakness.� Must be a biochemical
reaction.�

�I know,� Don said, relieved.� �If the sex is good, I always think I�m in
love with the girl.�

The smile returned to Colby�s voice.� �And if the sex is incredible?�

Don turned in Colby�s arms and grinned at him.� �Then I absolutely adore him.�� He kissed Colby firmly.� �Worship the ground he walks on.�� Another kiss.� �Want to bear his children.�

Colby laughed and pulled Don in tighter.� His tongue explored Don�s mouth and his hands
roamed Don�s body under the water.� Don
rubbed against Colby, enjoying the slide of skin against skin.� His body wasn�t going to be ready for
anything else for a long time but he could still appreciate the contact.

Colby touched Don�s scratchy cheek and said, �You really
need to shave.�

�I know.� Just wasn�t
much into looking in the mirror this morning.�

��Let me do it,� Colby
blurted.

Don raised his eyebrows.�
�What, shave?�

�Yeah.�� Colby hesitated then continued, �Have you
ever had a real old-fashioned shave?�

�You mean with a razor?�

�I mean with a straight-edged razor.�

Don shook his head.

Colby smiled.� �It�s a
thing I picked up from an old army sergeant.�
It�s nice.�

�Um, sure.��

Colby�s eyes lit up.�
�You�ll like it.�

Don smiled to see the delight return to Colby�s face and
asked, �Is this some weird fetish thing?�

�Dunno,� Colby said. ��It
never occurred to me to do before.�� He
grinned.� �You�re a man that inspires
creativity.�

�That�s � a good thing?��
Don asked.

�Oh
yeah.�

With laughter and a fair amount of sloshing, they got out of
the tub and toweled off.� Don went to
find his underwear and jeans while Colby got his stuff.� Don noticed that the door to the other room
was still shut, and probably still locked, David safely on the other side.� Don smirked to himself.� Let him
sweat.

Don pulled his underwear and jeans over his damp legs,
leaving his shirt off for now.� He
grabbed a chair from next to the table and carried it into the bathroom.� Colby had pulled on his own jeans and was
opening a black leather case.� He slid
out a silver shape and opened it to reveal a wicked-looking blade.

�Yikes,� Don said.�
�You�ve never done this to someone else before?�

�Nope,� Colby said cheerfully.� �But I don�t cut myself, any more.�

�Any more,� Don said, �Uh-huh.�� Still, he set the chair in the center of the
large bathroom and sat down.

Colby got out a rectangular stone and began to sharpen the
razor with expert strokes.� Don relaxed a
little, seeing Colby�s skill.� Colby then
pulled out a leather strap and attached it to the bathroom doorknob.� He drew the razor back and forth along it,
flipping it with each stroke.� He moved
to the sink and ran water over his thumb, then he
pressed the thumb lightly against the very sharp edge.� Nodding, he wiped off his hand and set down
the blade.�

Opening his bag, Colby pulled out a short, wide mug and a
black-handled shaving brush.� He turned
on the tap water until steam started to rise from the sink then held the brush
in hot stream.� When the brush was wet to
his satisfaction, he swirled it in the mug and it came out heavy with soap.

�Lean your head back,� Colby said and Don complied.� Colby wet a washcloth and dampened Don�s face
with hot water.� Then he swirled the
lather on in circular motions.� Don felt
himself relaxing with the warmth and the soft stroke of the brush across his
cheeks and chin.� The soap had a
pleasant, citrusy smell that Don recognized from Colby�s skin.�

Colby set the brush down and reached for the blade.� Don closed his eyes as the sharp rectangular
blade came closer.� I trust Colby, he reminded himself.

Colby started on Don�s left cheek and shaved downward.� The blade slid smoothly over Don�s skin, with
a sensuous glide.� Colby moved slowly but
confidently.� Between every few strokes,
he rinsed the blade in the sink.

Don kept his eyes closed.�
There was something exciting about the blade against his skin.� Part of it was that it felt so intimate.� A bigger part of it was he knew that Colby
could kill him very easily.� Those strong
hands had been trained to kill with far less, and knew exactly how and where to
cut for instant death or a long bloody one. �Don remembered suddenly how Larry had told him
that Colby had demonstrated on him how to cut a man�s jugular vein.

I trust him.� Still Don couldn�t help it � he held his
breath as that blade slid over his throat.�

Colby finished with the first pass and lathered Don�s face
again.� This time he shaved from the neck
upwards.� Don tried hard not to flinch as
the blade skimmed over his exposed jugular.�
Don felt a cool washcloth and opened his eyes.� He watched Colby�s face as Colby gently
rinsed the last of the lather from Don�s skin.��
Colby looked flushed and pleased.

Did he really mean it
earlier, when he asked if I was offering to be in a relationship with him?� Don swallowed.� Biochemical
reaction, that�s all.

Colby tipped some liquid into his hand then patted Don�s
face.� There was a slight sting, but no
more than when Don shaved himself with his clunky electric razor.� The aftershave smelled cool and crisp,
completing the Colby smell in Don�s mind.

�There,� Colby said.�
�See what you think.�

Don ran his hand across his face.� It felt as smooth as if he was a hairless boy
again.� �Whoa, nice.��

�Told ya.� Might get you hooked on it yourself.�

�Naw, takes too much time.�� Don stood up and stretched.� �Besides, I�m not nearly as good with a blade
as you are.�

Colby took Don�s face in his hands, turning it back and
forth to check his work.� Satisfied, he
pulled Don towards him and kissed him deeply, stroking Don�s cheeks with his
hands.�� Breaking off, he rubbed his
cheek against Don�s.� �Now you won�t be
scratching my face.� He pulled back and grinned.� �Or any other part of my
body.�

Don reached for him and pulled him hard against his
body.� He was reminded that they were
both still shirtless and he ran his hands up and down Colby�s bare back while
he kissed his neck and face.� Colby�s
hands roamed Don�s back and shoulders and he rubbed his chest against Don�s.

Incredibly, Don felt his body heating up. �God, you guys are
going to kill me,� he murmured against Colby�s neck.� �I�m not a teenager anymore.� I think my balls are sucked dry.�

�I doubt it,� Colby said, running his hand over Don�s
crotch.� �But maybe a longer break is a
good idea.�

Don was both relieved and disappointed when Colby moved away
and began cleaning up his shaving supplies.�
Don wandered out of the bathroom and located his T-shirt, which had been
tossed aside during earlier play.� He
tugged it on and looked at the closed door to the next room.� He was still angry with David, but he�d pay
him back later.� He knocked on the door. �

�It�s unlocked,� David called from inside.

Don opened the door and David looked up.� David had taken all the sheets off of the
messy bed and was sitting on the bare mattress, watching TV.� He was also naked, since his clothes had been
locked on the other side of the door.

�Enjoy your Time-Out?��
Don said lightly.

David eyed him, trying to gauge his mood.� Don let himself smile then wondered what was
in his smile that made David look uneasy.

�Figured we�d watch the last Die Hard movie,� Don said and stepped
away from the door.

Colby walked out of the bathroom as David slowly entered the
room from the other side.� Colby waved
him in and said, �You�re on probation.�

David nodded and began looking for his clothes.

Coming close to Don, Colby murmured.� �Are you sure you want him here?��

Don shrugged.� �He
can�t stay in there all night.�

Colby�s lips twisted.�
�Sure he can.�

�It�s okay,� Don assured him.� �I can handle him.�

Colby smiled.� �No doubt.�� He
reached for Don�s hands.� �I need to get
more salve on those wrists.�

Don let Colby lead him back to the bathroom and Colby�s
gentle fingers soothed and wrapped his wounds.

�No more handcuffs,� Colby said softly.� �No matter how much you beg.�

Don gave him a half-smile.�
�Okay.�

They watched the third movie, though in Don�s opinion the
first was still the best.�� He and Colby
lay snuggled together on the bed, while David sat, exiled, on the couch.�� When the credits began to roll, Don let
himself close his eyes.� He felt
comfortable and warm in Colby�s arms.�
Colby laid a blanket over the two of them and, with a sigh, pulled Don
tighter.� Don sunk into sleep.

Don was woken by a tantalizing smell.� �He
opened his eyes to see David set several white paper bags down on the table.�

David looked over at him.�
�You�re finally awake.�

�Yeah, well, I needed the rest.�� Don grinned at him.� David smiled back a little uncertainly.

Don realized that he was lying on Colby�s bare chest.� Colby had one arm around Don and with his
other hand was holding a magazine.�

�Hello, sleepyhead,� Colby said.

Don smiled up at Colby and stretched luxuriously.� It was rare he got a nap in the middle of the
afternoon.�� He felt damn good.

His anger at David�s little gun joke had blasted like clean
air through his head. �Colby�s gentle
ministrations had settled him, centered him.�
I can handle this � this new
awareness.� One day at a time.� Tomorrow, the bank and McCarty.� Tonight?� Well, there�s still a lot of tonight left to
go.

He dropped a kiss on Colby�s chest and slid out of the
bed.� He padded over to the table and
inspected the bags.

�Restaurant got its oven started,� David said.� �Cheeseburgers and fries for everyone.�

�Oh good,� Don said, �I�m starving.�

David laughed and shook his head.� �Cold must really make you hungry.�

�Cold and sex,� Don said lightly.� He ignored the look that flashed between
David and Colby and dug into the nearest bag.��
Burning his fingers slightly, he pulled out three burgers and arranged
them on the table.� There was something
at the bottom of the bag.�
�Honey packets?� he asked David.� �You eat honey on your hamburger?�

�Naw,� David said.� �I
just saw them and thought � they might come in handy.�

�I see,� Don said.� He
got three beers from his 7-11 haul and popped the lids off.� He set a beer in front of David and handed
another to Colby who had put on his shirt and was pulling out a chair.�

David tore open the other bag to reveal a massive mound of
fries.� He pulled the bag apart until it
made a sort of plate.� Colby reached for
a handful.

�A toast,� Don said suddenly, holding up his beer.

David and Colby both looked at him then raised their beers
with trepidation.� Don put a serious
expression on his face and cleared his throat.�
Then he couldn�t hold back the grin.�
�To sex,� he announced, �Damn good sex.�

David and Colby laughed and chorused, �To damn good sex.�� They clinked beers and drank.

�You seem to be doing a lot better,� Colby said.�

�Well, a bath and a shave and a nap can do that.�� Don bit into his burger, it was delightfully
greasy.� It also helped that the world didn�t come to an end or Internal Affairs
come to drag me to jail.

Around a mouthful, Don said to David, �You should ask Granger
to give you a shave sometime.�

�A shave?�� David asked.

�Doubt your goatee would survive though,� Don said.

Colby explained to David about his old-fashioned shaving kit
while Don worked his way through the burger and his third of the fries.�� It turned out that one of David�s uncles had
been a barber, and David had hung out at his shop a lot, so David and Colby
talked shaving for a while.

Don finished eating first, and leaned back in his
chair.� He had a warm glow in his
stomach, and, looking at the two handsome men - and for today, my two lovers
- he began to get a warm glow lower down.

They had exhausted the topic of shaving and had moved on to
what movie to watch tonight.� With little
input from Don, they decided on the first Lethal Weapon.� Don waited until they both finished their
dinner and pushed back from the table.

Don stood up.� �Forget
the movie,� he said firmly.� �I think our
little team has a problem.� I�m the boss,
and it�s time you both remembered that.�

David raised his eyebrows.�
�Oh really?�

�Really,� Don said and grabbed David�s shirt and pulled him
out of the chair.� Surprised, David
stumbled and Don pushed him backwards until he hit the bed with his legs.� Another shove and David landed on the bed on
his back.� Don dragged him farther onto
the bed and climbed on top of him.� He
braced one hand on each of David�s arms, pinning him to the mattress.� He leaned down until he was two inches from
David�s face.�

�Sinclair,� Don murmured.�
�You are in a shitload of trouble.�

David�s eyes went wide.�
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