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FIC: Interlude FRAO Numb3rs David/Don
by kaelleigh (kaelleigh)
at June 9th, 2007 (09:42 pm)
creative

Universal position: Home
Feeling: creative
Rhythmic Tunes: To the River by Good Charlotte

Title: Interlude
Author: jhourdhaun
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: David/Don
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: Why you should always answer your phone
Warning: Humour

Interlude David/Don

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

"Oh yeah. Just like that." David Sinclair encouraged as his lover not only increased his pace, but also adjusted the depth of his stroke."

So, you like that, huh? Mr. Tough FBI Guy Who Brings Crazies to Their Knees likes to feel it." An evil smile crossed Don Eppes' sweat-covered face. "So, if I change things up a little bit…" With little effort, he changed the angle of his thrusts yet again and slammed in deep and hard, eliciting a raw cry from David, "you'll probably see stars."

At this point, David was non-verbal and Don knew they were both so very close.

It felt good after what seemed like forever. Almost two months on a grueling case had taken its toll on their sex lives. Hasty hand jobs snatched in seldom-used restrooms and the rare blow jobs during the few hours they found themselves alone were nothing compared to the generated from honest-to-god, headboard-banging, scream-inducing FUCKING.

Although they tried their best not to let their lack of sexual satisfaction interfere with their work, it was obvious they hadn't succeeded. Megan practically pushed them out of the building when they were given the green light to go. Short of handing them condoms, it was pretty clear that their friend wanted them to spend the next four days they'd been granted fucking the dark mood out of each other.

And they were well on their way to doing just that. Two boxes of condoms and four bottles of lube later, they were still at it. At the rate they were going, both of them would need the final day of their mini-vacation just to recuperate so they could walk into the FBI field office without any telling limps. Because if they showed up like that, there would be no way in Hell that Megan would ever let them forget it.

The overwhelming need to slam into David brought Don back to the present. Satisfying the need caused another sharp cry from the younger man.

Just as the pace settled into the rhythm necessary for completion, a cell phone started to ring. "What the fuck?"

David tightened his grip on his lover, shaking his head almost begging him not to stop. "It's mine again… Just ignore it… If it were i-important, they would call you." As if it heard him, the phone stopped. "See."

"Yeah," Don agreed as he leaned over and bit a dark nipple.

"Shit!" David screamed as he nearly leapt off the bed.

"Fuck!" Yelled Don as he - impossibly - sank deeper inside his lover thanks to the younger man's movements. He could feel himself soaring and he wanted David to be there with him, so he ramped it up even more - feat that would have probably killed a man who was at a lesser peak of fitness. Seemed that all of that FBI training really paid off.

Judging by the return of the little noises David made when he was close, his lover regained what was lost thanks to the inconsiderate caller. That meant that both men could lose themselves in what was coming next without worries of leaving the other behind.

Just as that fully registered in Don's mind, the phone went off again instantly diverting both men's impending release.

"Shit!"

"Fuck!

"I swear as soon as I find out who that asshole is, it's gonna take a team of surgeons years to extract that phone from where I'm gonna ram it," Don threatened as he relaxed his pose.
David's muttered oath seemed to agree. He moaned his own protest at the diminished activity and he tried wiggling his hips as an enticement to continue.

He soon found out his effort was futile. The mood seemed to die with each subsequent ring and even Don's grinding wasn't making the same impact. "It better damn well be life or death or else I'm going to make it that way!" He snatched up the phone, nearly dislodging Don and punched the "TALK" button, "Sinclair!"

There was silence for several seconds before Colby's gruff voice finally filtered through the phone. "David?! Finally! Whatever's going down, don't worry – help's on the way. If you're somewhere safe, stay there."

"Granger? What the he…!"

Before he could finish, his front door burst open and several armed men rushed inside David's apartment, yelling "Police!", "FBI!" and other threats.

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

"Granger! I am gonna kill you!"

Comments

Posted by: teeq_70 (teeq_70)
Posted at: June 10th, 2007 03:28 am (UTC)

Thanks for the warning because Dr. Pepper would have been everywhere. That went from this stuff is hot to me laughing my a$$ off. How the heck can you live something like that down? Colby is so wrong.

More please.

K
06/09/07
2330

Posted by: kaelleigh (kaelleigh)
Posted at: June 11th, 2007 03:04 am (UTC)
btl1

I know... and I figured that would have been a bad thing. ;-) Hearing about your reactions, I know I achieved my goal.

You just don't. All three of them were prolly blushing for months after. Colby wasn't wrong... just concerned. Poor guy... hopefully, he won't have to "feel" things too badly. *snicker*

Posted by: sparechange1224 (sparechange1224)
Posted at: June 10th, 2007 12:22 pm (UTC)
Oliver Queen

OMG...that was a great fic..I don't watch numb3rs, so I had to go and find out about the characters before reading this fic....I glad I did this fic was amazing .

Posted by: kaelleigh (kaelleigh)
Posted at: June 11th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)

Thank you. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. It was fun to write.

Take care and thanks again for commenting.

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