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19 August 2008 @ 01:27 pm
Numb3rs Fic: A Hearty Breakfast  
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Title: A Hearty Breakfast (Sequel to Clean Slate)
Series/Universe: Clean Slate
Pairing/Characters: Billy/Colby
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Man Hunt, Judgment Call, Janus List, Trust Metric, Pandora's Box
Summary: Some morning afters are actually better than the night before
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


Colby's normal morning routine was to snap to attention the second the alarm went off.

But this wasn't a normal morning.

And in lieu of an alarm, the shifting of a warm body in bed beside him woke him up gradually, the contentment of being safe and warm and not alone almost lulling him back to sleep.

He didn't have to worry about anything. Billy would keep an eye out for him.

Billy.

His eyes opened, squinting, and he took in the scene around him in a split second.

He was lying on his back with the covers up to his waist as Billy lay on his side next to him casually perusing the room service menu.

"Hey, Co," Billy drawled lazily. "I'm starving. Pick out whatever you want for breakfast so we can order." He tossed the menu onto Colby's bare chest. "I'm thinking pancakes and eggs and bacon. Or are you more of a sausage guy?" he asked playfully, gracing Colby with a relaxed smile.

"Why choose?" Colby tossed back, morning voice roughened by sleep. "Order both."

"I like the way you think," Billy said, his hand propping up his chin as he looked down at Colby. "So, hash browns and home fries then?"

"If you're going to let me eat off your plate," Colby teased, "then yeah - I like them both."

Colby flipped open the menu and looked at the breakfast listings. "Damn, this place is expensive."

"Good thing you're not paying then," Billy retorted. "OJ or milk? Both would be gross."

"Either as long as there's coffee and lots of it."

"Sorry. Not much of a coffee drinker so I didn't think of that. Hold on." Billy slipped out of bed and headed for the small wet bar area by the refrigerator. "Keep looking," he admonished. He pointed, chuckling, to the menu when Colby found his gaze following Billy's naked frame across the room. "The menu, Granger, the menu."

"Oh, that's what you meant," Colby tossed back sarcastically, amused. He went back to perusing the menu. "Okay, so eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, hash browns, home fries... How about upgrading the eggs to an omelet and adding a side of ham and some toast?"

"Works for me." Billy started up the room's coffee machine. "Call it in. Phone's right there. Oh, and order more coffee. They probably have better stuff than this, but it'll work to wake your sorry ass up, caffeine boy."

"Trust me, I'm far more fun when I'm awake," Colby tossed back as he dialed.

Billy crawled back across the bed, flopping down beside Colby on top of the covers, stretching like a cat.

"Yes, I'd like to order room service for..." Colby pulled the phone away. "What's your room number again?"

"418."

Colby went back to the phone. "Room 418." As he recited their order, his free hand gravitated to Billy, idly running over his chest.

"Don't forget the OJ and extra coffee," Billy reminded him.

"Oh yeah, a carafe of orange juice and a pot of regular coffee," Colby amended their order. "Thirty minutes? Thanks." Colby hung up the phone and put the menu aside. "Done."

Billy tugged on his arm, pulling him back down to the bed beside him.

"Thirty minutes is plenty of time to blow you, but I'm thinking I should wait until you've had your coffee," Billy teased.

"What, I don't get to blow you?" Colby asked, raising an eyebrow as he settled in next to Billy.

"That definitely happens after coffee," Billy said, running his hands over Colby's broad chest. "I want you awake for that."

Colby laughed. "We could just wait until we've had a good hearty breakfast then fuck."

"Hell, that was on the agenda already," Billy snorted. "What, did you think I'd let you leave?"

"Leaving would be kind of hard with my jeans soaking wet."

Billy smiled a Cheshire cat smile.

"About your jeans... I guess you haven't been in the bathroom yet."

Colby started a little and eyed Billy. He headed into the bathroom and emerged looking confused. "If I swear I had no intention of leaving will you tell me where my clothes disappeared to?"

Billy scooted to the edge of the bed, sitting and beckoning to Colby who walked over only to have Billy grab him by the hips and stand him between his legs.

"Your clothes are in the hotel laundry. They'll be back nice and dry in a couple of hours." He ran his hands up Colby's thighs. "Now I believe you were the first thing on the menu for today?" He licked his way down from Colby's navel, but paused before he got very far. "So how open are you?"

"To?"

Billy threaded his fingers through the fair curls of Colby's groin. "I have my trimmer with me."

Colby drew a sharp breath. "Oh."

Billy looked up at him, licking his lips. "You'd like it," he said. "Better yet, I'd like it."

Colby swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. "Okay," he said quietly.

He followed Billy into the bathroom and waited as he fished a small battery operated trimmer out of his toiletries case.

"Let's do this in the shower. Easier clean up."

Colby leaned against the shower wall and the memories from the night before flooded back to him.

"I hope this won't take long."

"Squeamish?" Billy taunted.

"No, it's just cutting into your time to blow me before breakfast," Colby snarked.

Billy laughed out loud. "I'll manage. Now spread your legs a little."

"You could have just said assume the position," Colby said with a chuckle.

"I save that line for the second date," Billy joshed. "Now hold still."

Colby closed his eyes, the buzz of the trimmer in his ears as he felt it skim over his skin. It was hard not to flinch, but he was determined not to let Billy see him do it.

Billy hummed little appreciative noises as he worked, pausing from time to time to clear away the snippets and check his progress.

"I like it already," he purred. "Almost done." Colby felt Billy's hand brush over his balls and across the trimmed area at the base of his cock. "There. Very nice."

The buzz of the trimmer went silent and Colby let out a long breath.

And then all the air left his lungs as Billy swallowed him all the way down.

He looked down in awe at the sight of Billy's mouth engulfing his cock. He heaved a great breath when Billy pulled off, only to lose it when Billy took him in again, taking him into his throat as he ran his hands over the now short hair just shy of his lips.

His hands gravitated to Billy's head. There wasn't enough hair there to grab onto so his fingers scrabbled for purchase, desperate to fuck Billy's delicious mouth.

Encouraging him, Billy slid his hands around to Colby's ass, pulling him forward in invitation.

Groaning, Colby let go and started fucking Billy's mouth, his world dissolving into three points of contact - Billy's mouth on his cock and Billy's hands kneading his ass as he encouraged the rhythmic thrusting.

"Billy..." Colby barely got the name out, hearing it almost foreign enough that he wondered if it was his voice that said it. He faltered, but Billy urged him on.

Having trouble staying upright, he put his hands on Billy's shoulders for stability.

Billy slipped a finger to tease at his entrance and that tipped the scales, triggering an explosive orgasm, Colby's fingers digging into muscle as he moaned his way through his release.

Billy stroked his skin lightly as he came down and eventually he was able to stand up straight again, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

"See," Billy bragged, stepping out of the shower and offering a hand to help Colby out. "Told you I'd like it and you'd like it."

"No shit," Colby muttered, his legs still a little wobbly as they headed back towards the bedroom. He stopped short and took a few steps back to look at himself in the mirror.

He ran a hand experimentally over his groin, getting a little thrill out of feeling the same bristly sensation he'd experienced when he touched Billy the night before.

Billy nestled up behind him, pressing his front to Colby's back and sliding his hands down Colby's waist to his hips to rest beside Colby's own exploring hands. "You have no idea how hot it is to watch you touch yourself," he murmured in Colby's ear. Colby closed his eyes at the feel of Billy's warm breath behind his ear and relaxed against him. "Go back to bed, sleeping beauty. I'll get you some coffee."

"You just want to ply me with coffee so you'll get your turn," Colby smirked, opening his eyes.

"Never get between an FBI agent and his coffee," Billy joked, pushing Colby towards the bedroom. "You've worked with Don too so you must have figured that out by now, knowing what a bear he is in the morning."

Colby chuckled as he collapsed onto the bed. "You think Don's bad, try getting between Ian Edgerton and a bran muffin. He's even scarier."

He closed his eyes only for a minute, but opened them when Billy pressed a coffee cup into his hand.

"Drink," he ordered.

"Drink, eat and be merry?" Colby joshed, carefully turning on his side to watch Billy stretch out beside him.

"I subscribe more to the 'eat, drink and fuck each other's brains out for tomorrow you may get blown away by a psycho' way of life," Billy said nonchalantly.

Colby took a sip of his coffee. "How did you know how I take my coffee?" he asked suspiciously.

"Because unlike some people I'm awake first thing in the morning in the FBI break room. That and being a trained observer helps."

"Show off," Colby said good-naturedly. The coffee was good and sweet and Billy had made it strong just like they did at work. He'd drunk half of it before he realized the room had fallen silent. He looked over at Billy who was staring blankly at the wall, an undercurrent of tension in his seemingly relaxed pose. Colby knew that look. He'd probably worn it the whole time he'd been in jail. "Bad case?" he asked, giving Billy a gentle nudge.

"Huh?" Billy said, rousing. "Uh, yeah." At Colby's concerned gaze he continued. "Chased a woman down from San Francisco. Once she'd gone off the grid the first thing she did was snatch her daughter from her ex-husband and take off with her. We were sure she was heading to Mexico, but it took us until almost San Diego to catch up with them. When we surrounded her, the fucking wench used her daughter as a shield against the cops. A god damn eleven-year old girl! Her own daughter! I swear a part of me wanted to tell the sniper to take the head shot and kill the bitch, but I couldn't do that to the kid. So we spent close to two hours trying to talk her down."

"And that worked?"

Billy huffed, clearly disgusted. "No. But she made the mistake of loosening her hold on her daughter and the girl bolted, ran right to us. She'd been so brave, but by the time she got to me, she was bawling her eyes out. She kept sobbing 'that's not my mom' over and over."

"Wait, so she'd kidnapped the wrong girl?"

"No," Billy said sadly. "The kid just couldn't accept the fact that her mother would do that to her."

"Damn..." Colby shook his head in disbelief. "That kid's got a mountain of therapy bills in her future."

"Yeah..." Billy's wistful look returned. "I just remember holding this little girl in my arms and telling her a shitload of nonsense, like everything would be fine and her daddy loved her and missed her and he'd be there soon, which thankfully he was. We'd kept him close the whole time just in case so he was only about five minutes away. It's just..." His voice trailed off, recalling the memory.

"What?" Colby moved in closer and laid his hand on Billy's stomach, stroking back and forth across it soothingly.

"When I held her? Her hair smelled like baby shampoo. And I got so angry that this little girl - this baby - had to suffer because someone who was supposed to love her treated her like an object. That woman didn't take the daughter because she loved her. She took her so the husband couldn't have her - to spite him."

"That's awful harsh," Colby offered. "Why would she do that?"

Billy turned on his side to face Colby and Colby slid his hand around to rest on Billy's hip.

"Because he's the one who turned her in."

Colby nodded in understanding.

"So I guess I'm not the only one in the mood to do a little forgetting. Let's see if I can help with that." He pushed Billy back down onto his back, covered his body with his own and proceeded to kiss him breathless, driving thought and memory from his brain until all that remained was sensation - action and reaction.

They pulled apart just as a polite tap came at the door.

"What was that?" Billy asked.

Colby put on a fake snobby tone and said playfully, "That, William, would be your butler at the door with your morning repast."

"No, dipshit," Billy said, laughing as he pushed Colby away. "Was that your not so subtle way of trying to turn the tables on me? Because I'm still in charge here." He quickly flipped their positions and pinned Colby to the bed, kissing him hard. "And don't you forget it.'

"Yes, sir," Colby said with a mock salute.

Billy snickered as he got off the bed. He rummaged in one of the drawers and pulled out two pair of pajama bottoms, tossing one pair to Colby before putting on the other. "Pretty as you are, Co," he teased. "I don't think the 'butler' wants an eyeful of you so put those on, they're clean."

Colby slipped them on and stood. "The butler totally wants me, but I'm guessing you don't want to share," he taunted.

"Got that right," Billy tossed back, grabbing Colby's ass briefly as he headed for the door. He opened the door wide enough for the room service waitress standing there to roll in the heavily laden cart. "Thanks, you can set up over there."

As Colby quickly pulled his jacket off the table, he caught the sweep of the waitress' eye over his physique. He smiled at her and she flushed, bowing her head as she worked briskly to put all the plates on the table.

Billy pulled out his wallet and pressed a couple of bills into her hand as he let her out of the room. "Thanks." Once the door was closed, he turned to face Colby with a grin. "Well, you were wrong about it being a butler, but you were right about her wanting you. I was afraid there'd be a fist fight over you," he mocked.

Colby threw his head back and laughed long and hard. "Hey, I've been persona non grata for so long now I'd be happy if anyone wanted me."

Billy walked up to him and laid his hands on Colby's waist. "I want you... to have a good breakfast," he finished with a playful shove towards the table. "Now eat! You'll need your strength for later."

They dove in, eating lustily, pilfering from each other's plates and making lewd jokes about the surprisingly large sausages when they weren't stuffing themselves in silence.

Billy was the first to push back from the table, groaning happily. "Damn, that was good! Haven't had a kick ass breakfast like that since Tupelo and that one came with a sweet old Southern lady who called me Sugar every five minutes."

"I'm pretty sure you'd punch me if I tried calling you sugar," Colby said, dangling the last piece of toast from his fingers.

"Damn straight... Sugar." Chuckling, Billy snatched the toast from Colby's hand, took a big bite out of the middle and tossed it back on Colby's plate. "I'm ready for a nap."

"Sounds good to me." Colby polished off the last of the orange juice and wiped his mouth before leaving the table to join Billy on the bed. "But I'm still a little hungry."

"Jeez, Co. What are you, a growing boy or something?" Billy gestured to the table. "That huge spread didn't do it for you?"

"Nope." Colby had a sly grin on his face as he crawled between Billy's legs. "But I know just the thing to satisfy me."

He tugged Billy's pajama bottoms down to his thighs and then all the way off when Billy helped. As an afterthought, he took his off as well and settled back in, licking a stripe up the underside of Billy's cock before swirling his tongue over the head.

"Ah, the restorative powers of coffee," Billy said happily.

Colby's fingers were naturally drawn to the base of Billy's cock, enjoying the feel of the short coarse hair there as he sucked Billy into his mouth and then pulled off slowly over and over.

He snuck a glance up at Billy's face and found the lines of stress erased from his forehead, an expression of mindless bliss across his handsome features.

"Don't get distracted now," Billy admonished, opening his eyes to slits and smirking at Colby.

"Yeah," Colby tossed back, pausing for a moment. "If you're still able to form sentences I'm clearly not working hard enough. I'll have to see what I can do about that."

Colby waited until Billy slung an arm across his eyes against the light of the room and then carefully timed his onslaught: he took Billy's shaft into his grip, sucked the sensitive head through his pursed lips and rubbed a fingertip just behind his balls all at once.

Billy arched off the bed in response to the intense stimulation, writhing as Colby jacked him fast and rough with his hand. Inarticulate noises were all that Billy could manage now, teetering on the edge.

Colby moved his hand out of the way and swallowed him down, taking him deep, sucking hard.

With a gasp Billy went taut beneath him and a salty explosion coated Colby's tongue with sweet bitterness.

After a last lick to Billy's still twitching cock, Colby shifted, moving up to lie alongside Billy. He laid his hand on Billy's abdomen, feeling it rise and fall slower as he finally caught his breath and came down.

"I don't know what brand of coffee they serve here, but I'm definitely buying you some for Christmas," Billy muttered. "You were clearly one hundred percent awake for that."

"Yup," Colby said proudly. "The army taught me to be fully awake in a heartbeat, but they also taught me to be able to sleep whenever I had a break, so I'm good with the nap plan."

"Good, because that was a damn good plan..." Billy rolled over to face Colby, gave him a lazy almost haphazard kiss then returned his head to the pillow, eyes closed. "See you on the other side..." He slung his arm around Colby then fell silent, his breathing evening out almost immediately.

Watching Billy sleep, imagining patterns in the freckles on his slightly sunburned face and cataloging the tiny crows feet threatening at the edge of his closed eyes, Colby felt the heaviness of the big meal finally catch up to him and let his eyes drift closed as well.

When he opened them next the shadows in the room showed the morning sun had passed by the east facing windows, leaving the room shaded and subdued.

Billy was still asleep, red lashes twitching as his eyes moved back and forth beneath his eyelids, dreaming - of what Colby wasn't sure, but he hoped it wasn't the little girl he'd been upset about earlier.

Abruptly Billy turned over in his sleep, not only facing away from Colby but moving a bit further away as well.

Feeling not just the loss of heat but the loss of connection, Colby moved closer to lay behind Billy, wrapping his arm loosely around his midsection.

Even in his sleep Billy tugged Colby's arm tighter around him. Colby nestled in close, feeling his body automatically mold to Billy's and Billy's to his.

Contented, he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him again.

By the time he opened them again, waking feeling better rested than he had in months, their positions had been reversed. He was laying on his side facing away from Billy and Billy was wrapped around him.

His body perked up a little when he felt the slight pressure of Billy's erection resting against the line where his thighs met.

Not entirely sure if Billy was still sleeping, Colby lifted his upper leg just enough to let Billy's cock fall onto his lower leg - trapping it between his thick muscular thighs.

A quiet groan behind him told him Billy was awake.

Billy's hand gravitated to Colby's ass, kneading it slowly as he rocked back and forth, growing harder as he thrust languidly between Colby's legs.

Colby closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation, his hand drifting to his own rapidly hardening cock.

He was disappointed when Billy pulled away, but heard him fumble in the nightstand drawer before returning - placing a hand on Colby's back and pressing slightly - more request than demand.

Colby bent at the waist, shifting into a better position, anticipation quickening his heart rate. He waited impatiently, hand lightly stroking his own cock as Billy slid on a condom behind him. He tried not to jump as cool slick fingers slid along the crack of his ass seeking entrance. Letting out a breath he felt Billy breach him with two fingers and pushed back, wanting more.

The scant seconds after Billy withdrew his fingers and was busy slicking his cock felt empty until he moved back into position, firm hand on Colby's hip.

The head of his cock nudged at Colby's ass and Colby relaxed, opening himself to Billy's intrusion, his free hand fisting in the sheets as Billy pressed his way inside, deliciously slow - splitting him open, filling him, flooding his body with euphoric chemicals better than any drug.

As he turned over his body - his pleasure - to Billy he felt a sense of release: responsibility slipping away and leaving only the luxury of sensation behind. He'd missed this being with women, always having to be the one in charge of both their experiences. Now Billy was in control and submitting to him entirely was intoxicating.

Billy halted for a moment once he was buried completely inside Colby's body and they lay there, breathing hard, intimately joined - connected.

Then Billy started to move.

Each wave of withdrawal and thrust swelled inside Colby, first aching with loss then reveling in the spark igniting deep inside him with each penetration.

Billy's fingers tightened on his hip and for a flash Colby imagined bruises forming, seeing them later and thrilling to the thought of being marked by a possessive lover - a brand that could be read with one word: mine.

They fell into a groove effortlessly and Billy shifted his hands to Colby's shoulders, fingers digging into flesh as the force of each thrust increased until he was almost slamming into him.

Colby strained despite the pummeling - his own hand not enough to take him over the edge. His body was taut with tension, peaking with no outlet until Billy gracelessly shoved his hand away and took over for him, wrapping strong fingers around Colby's rigid cock and stroking it roughly in time with the snap of his hips.

A live wire crackled inside Colby's body, electricity short circuiting all his nerve endings at once. He felt instantly alive and divorced from his body simultaneously, experiencing a kind of separation of self: one blissful and ethereal while the other reached the limits of physical sensation and surpassed them.

He stiffened, shuddered, but Billy kept on pounding into him, his hand never faltering. Each second he thought he'd die, not being able to take any more and each second after that he thought it again as he reached new levels beyond what he'd ever experienced, exploding into Billy's hand with the power of a grenade.

With one last sharp stroke Billy nailed his prostate and Colby shut down: eyes going black as every muscle of his body went rigid - his ears catching a distant sounding shout from Billy as he finally succumbed to his own release - then lax as every iota of energy he had left him all at once.

It took a moment before his body and consciousness came back to something resembling normal and the first thing that registered was Billy's breath warm on his back, coming in rapid pants that he realized tangentially were in time with his own.

Billy's sweaty forehead was pressed against his skin and he felt the rise and fall of Billy's chest against his back.

In that moment Colby knew with preternatural clarity that this was something he wasn't going to give up. Feeling this way, feeling this close to someone... He'd come for sex, but he'd made a connection and now he was loathe to sever it.

"God, Co," Billy murmured into his ear, wrapping his arm around Colby's waist to keep them close together. "I could get used to this."

"I think I already am," Colby replied dreamily, still in a happy haze.

Billy finally withdrew reluctantly and they both stretched before settling back down, Colby laying with his head on Billy's chest in a comfortable silence as Billy's fingers arced aimlessly across Colby's broad back.

After a moment Billy tugged him up for a kiss both sweet and sated, but full of promise for more to come.

"You know, I was kind of serious - about what I just said," Billy told him, meeting his eyes with an expression of open honesty.

Colby leaned in for another kiss, so soft it was almost tender. "So was I," he breathed, his mouth hovering over Billy's.

Billy broke into a wide grin and brought his hand up behind Colby's neck to pull him down for a more passionate kiss, tongues darting and playing in each other's mouths, relishing the intimacy of the action.

The shrill tone of Billy's cell phone jolted both of them and Colby grumbled as he moved off of Billy so he could get to the phone.

"Cooper." Billy listened on the phone for a few seconds then abruptly sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, facing away from Colby. "Yeah. I do. I will." Colby laid a hand on Billy's bare back and could feel the tension rising there. Worried, he moved to sit behind him, urging Billy to lean back against him, which he did after a bit of cajoling. It helped little since Billy was growing more tense by the minute. "Definitely within the hour. Probably less. Thanks."

He hung up the phone and tossed it aside before putting his head in his hands, trying to dispel the tension by letting out a long drawn out breath.

"What is it?" Colby asked, worried.

"The girl... Her father's taking her home today and she asked if she could see me before they left. Or as Agent Hawkes says, she asked for 'the nice policeman with the red hair who helped me get away from mommy.'" Billy covered his face with his hand as he shook his head. "I really wanted to forget that case as fast as I could..." He sat up, straightening his back. "But I can't say no to her. I have to go. I have to do this one last thing for her."

Colby wrapped his arms around Billy from behind and placed a kiss against his neck.

"I'll go with you. You'll do what needs to be done then we'll come back here and I'll make sure you forget all over again."

Billy twisted enough to pull Colby in for a grateful kiss.

"Thanks," he murmured. Reluctantly Colby let go to allow him to rise and head for the closet for clothing. "Of course this means I definitely have to keep you..." He turned back and graced Colby with a grin that made a giddy smile break out on his face.

"Works for me..." Colby watched him, feeling a flush of emotion well up inside. Somehow one person wanting him made up for everyone else pushing him away. As Billy took his clothes into the bathroom Colby laughed and called out to him. "Hey, what about my clothes..."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 19th, 2008 08:26 pm (UTC)
Confession
I confess I liked Clean Slate so much - and for once thought the porn was actually *hot* - that I started a sequel to it mere days after I posted it last November.

Of course it took until freaking *July* to finish it. /headdesk/

Go me for my fic finishing skills finally getting it done though. I swear my partial fic list has been getting so small I had to add more just to have some variety to choose from when I was in the mood to write. /grins/

Unfortunately this isn't written in the same style as Clean Slate. It's past tense and dialogue oriented, but I really like their banter so I'm still happy with it. It's not as hot as the original, but there's still some nice moments in it, like Billy watching Colby touch himself.

I like the easy interaction between them; it's so effortless to have them spend time together. I'm definitely going to have to explore this pairing further in this universe. They're just too good together to give up.

And hey, I even put some *angst* into this one and it still worked. Depth! Who knew that could fit in a PWP? /sarcasm/

Side note: It's becoming very hard to eat meals with my lovely slashwife melissima. I've written so much food porn that either there's something porny on our plates or on the menu. I just have to say 'sausage' or worse 'flan' and she risks blushing. /big grin/

I seriously have no idea where I might go next in this series, but I suppose there's a chance I could write them in a relationship fic without there being any porn.

I know. Hard to believe, isn't it? ;-)

Very special thanks to beta melissima for her assistance with this fic.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
fredbassettfredbassett on August 19th, 2008 08:37 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmm, nice.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 19th, 2008 08:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Have a biscuit!

/puts out platter/
ladygray99: Colbyladygray99 on August 19th, 2008 09:02 pm (UTC)
I liked this. I always like plot with my porn and hey I am a big angst ho and everyone knows it. :-) And I'll take more of this series any which way you feel like doing it.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 19th, 2008 09:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks!

I'm not sure what will happen in this universe, but I kind of hope the fic get shorter. Self-betaing all 14 pages of this took a long time.

I kind of wish it was more like NOO. Those are only a couple of pages and so easy and quick to write by comparison. I even started a Don/Charlie series with the same structure just because I liked finishing 3-4 page fic one at a time rather than writing a behemoth it would take a year to complete.

Right now I'm considering writing Billy meeting with the little girl, so if you like angst? That would do it. Hehehe
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: billypenguingal on August 20th, 2008 12:05 am (UTC)
I believe *GUH* about covers it, yes?
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 20th, 2008 12:06 am (UTC)
/beams/
/is pleased/
irena_adler: Coop smileirena_adler on August 20th, 2008 02:07 am (UTC)
This is unexpectedly sweet and tender. Billy, who knew you had it in you? :D
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 20th, 2008 03:34 am (UTC)
Oh ho ho... Just *wait* until you see Safe Harbor then. 51 pages of *wonderful* Billy with Charlie. /sighs/
Mia: colbymia_dcwut_09 on August 20th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
wow
made it very believeable that this two could be togehter loved their banger
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 20th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
Thank you.
Miamia_dcwut_09 on August 20th, 2008 01:55 pm (UTC)
oops i just saw my comments again I meant banter
sorry
and you're welcome
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 20th, 2008 02:01 pm (UTC)
Well banger kind of works too since it means sausage. ;-)
Miamia_dcwut_09 on August 20th, 2008 02:07 pm (UTC)
really i never knew that
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 20th, 2008 02:14 pm (UTC)
Britspeak.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangers_and_mash

I love bangers and mash.
Miamia_dcwut_09 on August 20th, 2008 02:26 pm (UTC)
cool i learned something new today yay
melissimamelissima on August 20th, 2008 03:48 am (UTC)
See, back when you couldn't see me blushing furiously? I would have offered you something in black leather in exchange for more of this.

Thanks to you, I now have a trimming kink. Yummy.

Plus?? Billy! I love the thing with him and the little girl.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 20th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
Trim FTW!

(Curls belong on top of your head. Heh)

Blushing yet? ;-)

I'll still take the black leather though. I mean, I need something to inspire me for the next fic in this series, right?

The little girl thing was a surprise from my muse, but it made sense that if he's picking up Colby for sex then he's got something he wants to put behind him too. It works that Colby's not the only one who needs what the other can provide. Billy seems like such a good time guy, but he's human enough that sometimes this has to get to him.

Cynthia: Charlie Coffee by saibakato1trackmind on August 20th, 2008 08:04 am (UTC)
Aw, I like it, it's so sweet! (I'm sorry I've taken so long to get back to you on the stories you e-mailed me. I am reading them)


"Ah, the restorative powers of coffee," Billy said happily.


Damn right!
devon99 on August 20th, 2008 05:31 pm (UTC)
Goodness, that really was a HOT piece of writing. Fabulously descriptive too. It's not normally a pairing I would read, but it worked really well, with some great dialogue between them and was unexpectedly tender in places as well.
Karen: numb3rs charliebyrons_brain on August 20th, 2008 08:04 pm (UTC)
::fans self:: hot stuff hun...
Keyla: other - hamsterneverbelonged on August 21st, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
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I have... no words.
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Just... AWESOME. (and yes, I didn't remember the other one, and I read it first and ... same reaction!)
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muiting on September 6th, 2008 06:32 pm (UTC)
Hmmm....nice, real nice! Please write more Colby/Billy. That was a really hot, sexy read!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on September 6th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)
Thanks! This wasn't as hot as the original, but I've come to really like them together.

So yeah, I do think there will be more in this series.
lillyglillyg on February 10th, 2009 11:43 am (UTC)
"Hey, I've been persona non grata for so long now I'd be happy if anyone wanted me."

Colby is laughing but I find this sentence heartbreaking... Yeah lot of angst for PWP, but for once I have been interested in a PWP story... So maybe it's not so PWP! LOL
fyreflyfyrefly101 on February 16th, 2009 11:42 pm (UTC)
I'd really, really like to leave a comment about the awesome writing and Colby-Billyness of this fic.

But uh, I is dead-ed. Damn.

*revives enough to ask...is there more of this 'verse?*

*goes back to being dead.
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: be in my bunkpenguingal on February 23rd, 2009 04:01 am (UTC)
I had to re-read this after reading Clean Slate and this:

Each wave of withdrawal and thrust swelled inside Colby, first aching with loss then reveling in the spark igniting deep inside him with each penetration.

totally jumped out at me.

*GUH* again

*THUD*
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 23rd, 2009 04:12 am (UTC)
Hee! Thanks! People seem to have different favorite bits. I rather like Billy behind Colby watching Colby touch himself. :-)

Happy to offer you an unexpected thudding, my dear!
t_vo0810: disney slash by raindrop_babyt_vo0810 on September 19th, 2009 05:34 am (UTC)
wow. when you porn, you porn good. reeeeal good. u may have even had me rooting just a teensy weensy lil' bit for them as a couple. The Two Black Sheep of the FBI united against the world. It's kind of sweet :) And let's face it. i love your billy. he's my kind of man. rawr!