Title: Insanity
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/Charlie/Colby/David
Rating: NC-17
Prompt:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
dsudis, asemic, and spikedluv right here
Warnings: Rampant promiscuity, slash, anal, and incest
Spoilers: "The Mole" and "Longshot" (plus name dropping Billy, Kim, Nadine, and Robin)
Word Count: Close to 2500
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't want it, just borrowing, only fun, no profit
Dedication: For my princess of all that is holy -- her highnessasemic -- and the ultimate N3 comm leader and fandom queen spikedluv.
A/N: Special thanks toasemic for supplying me with the word I needed when my brain froze. I adore you, sweetheart. ♥ ♥ ♥
A profiler once quoted Benjamin Franklin to him. “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
He had fucked her, too.
It’s stupid, and he knows it. He always knows it but does it anyway because maybe, this time, it’ll be buried and forgotten.
It never is.
“Don Eppes with the same woman for more than a week?” Liz’s lips were slick with skepticism, and, for a moment, he thought about kissing her and fucking her against the wall, reminding her that, deep down, he was still that guy at Quantico who had come back broken from the field and took four students – Liz, Adrienne, Jason, and Zack – to a discreet hotel that accepted cash only, had no security, and kept concierges’ eyes to the floor.
Don had fucked Liz with Zack’s cock in her mouth, and Jason fucked Adrienne right next to them. Then Liz had gone down on Adrienne while Don sucked Jason who was getting fucked by Zack. Grand finale, and Jason fucked Don fucking Zack fucking Adrienne from behind as she ate out Liz.
Before Don, they had never done anything even close to that.
Tactical training indeed.
And they always come back. Billy, Kim, Nadine, Robin, Liz, the others. Somehow, they always return to him. That’s the problem in sleeping with coworkers; even when moving across the country and changing offices and positions every two years, they continually end up together again, his one-night conquests looking coquettishly and heatedly at him, crystal clear that they haven’t forgotten a second of what he had done to and with them in the past. One year, five years, ten years – no matter how much time has gone by, they always remember him and silently request a repeat performance.
Don is very good at what he does, in both his various roles in the FBI and his private life.
He’s always on the tips of their tongues, tingling to let the gossip drip at water coolers and in the back of surveillance vans and while standing behind two-way mirrors. It wasn’t a shock Liz had heard about Robin.
She stood in front of him, speaking her cynicism and, in the undercurrent, posing a challenge to justify her assumption that it’s impossible for him to keep his dick in his pants, remain monogamous, not fuck every biped in his peripheral vision.
Before she left, she dropped the façade and handed him a piece of paper with the address of her hotel.
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” she informed, and Don knew he would be in her room that night.
***
“So you’re a good teacher, huh?” Colby teases, stirring up the contents of his coffee cup.
Don’s eyes connect with his from across the war room when Colby looks over his shoulder at him and then turns around.
“Well, just look at you. Tighter jeans, open collar, keeping an extra button undone.”
Don knows he probably shouldn’t have said it, but Colby’s dense enough that he’s sure the young agent will process his observation as their regular banter.
“Yeah, Mr. GQ. You’re my fashion icon.” Don smugly pops his collar and brushes his shoulder, leaning against the counter. Colby looks him up and down, and the expression on his face changes, drops the smile and gets hard and dark, and Don knows that – yeah – he opened the door and Colby hadn’t missed it. The good, clean, corn-fed kid steps towards him. “What else can you teach me?”
The heat goes up in the room, and the tension builds.
Don lowers his head and raises his eyes, and he watches the subtle change in Colby’s body, knowing that an electric shock just shot through his agent. He faintly recalls what it was like to feel that surge now that fucking is little more than a compulsory activity for him.
“Colby, do you know what you’re doing?”
He smiles and slightly nods his head. “I was in Afghanistan for eighteen months.”
Don smiles back. “I meant,” he takes a step closer, “if you know what you’re doing asking for this. I’m your boss.”
“Like I said, military.”
Don’s grin widens. “Colonel, huh?”
“General, actually.”
His eyes widen. “I’m impressed. What did you do to be so special?”
“Worked my ass off, said ‘yessir,’ and wasn’t afraid to step up and challenge bureaucratical bullshit. Generals have a thing for that. It’s something fresh.”
“You know who else has a thing for that?”
“FBI special agents?”
“You got it,” and he closes the gap, pressing his mouth to Colby’s and driving his tongue inside. “You okay with this?”
“Don, I already – ”
“I mean kissing. Some… bicurious guys have a problem with that. Too intimate.”
“Well, if the rumors about you are true, then you already know you can get a guy to do anything.”
“And happily.” Don doesn’t bother to ask what the rumors are before confirming them; he’s certain they’re all true. He opens Colby’s jeans and slips his hand inside, fingers wrapping around his soft cock and balls. “Think you’ll happily let me fuck you on the table?” It’s been at least three hours since the offices cleared out.
Colby’s cock twitches and hardens. “Think you can forgive me for that thing with Dwayne?”
Don dips his tongue into Colby’s mouth and begins stroking. “Who’s Dwayne?”
***
David signs paperwork, and his eyes flicker over the other stacks of information on his desk, glance up to photos pinned to his cubicle walls depicting the grisly scenes of crimes he’s working to solve, briefly scan his primary CRT monitor with the page from the DOD database pulled up, move to the supplementary LCD that was, exclusively, hooked up to the camera in room 6C, and he looks away for a split-second before he darts back to the second screen. He’s certain he’s watching Don suck Colby’s cock.
His first thought is “What the fuck do they think they’re doing?”
His second thought is “Thank God I’m the only one with access to this footage.”
His third thought is “Jesus Christ, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” and the increase in his heart beat isn’t just from disbelief.
He watches Colby lean back on the table, head back and mouth open, lips moving. He thinks of a dozen different things Colby could be saying. “Don, this is wrong.” “Don, this is crazy.” “This is so stupid.” “We’ve completely lost our minds.” “We should stop.” “What if someone sees us?” “God, we’re going to lose our jobs if we get caught.” “Fuck, that feels good.” “Just like that, Boss.” “Jesus Christ, Don. You’re amazing.” “How did you learn to do that?” “Oh, please, Don; fuck me.”
David scrubs his hands over his face. He can’t really be watching this. This isn’t really happening. But, goddamn, it is, and it’s the most enthralling thing he could ever imagine witnessing.
His hand slips between his legs, rubbing against his growing erection underneath his slacks, and then he hears, “Hey, David, I know it’s late, but the bullet trajectory data is indubitably conclusive – ” David jolts up to hide the monitor with his body. “ – that the shooter was within a 200-foot radius, approximately 113.7 degrees from the victim at a 54-degree incline.” Charlie plants his feet in front of him. “I can point to a 96.8% certainty where the killer was standing at the time of the murder.”
“That’s great, Charlie. We’d definitely want to review it tomorrow. You should come back tomorrow morning so we can take a look at it.” The words rush out of David’s mouth.
Charlie’s eyebrows knit. “Why not look at it now? I can explain the variables – ”
“Tomorrow, Charlie,” and he says it too forcefully for the professor to not know that he’s trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
“What’s going on, David?” Charlie steps towards a nearby chair to sit down, and David twists his body to shadow the mathematician’s movements and keep the playback on the monitor concealed, and damned if the kid isn’t attentive enough to observe his quick adjustments. “What are you looking at?”
“Right now, I’m looking at you.”
“What’s on the screen behind you?”
David clears his throat. “It’s top secret.”
A smug smile spreads over Charlie’s face. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but my security clearance is higher than yours. What are you looking at? I’m sure I could help.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Are you…” The kid fights against the laugh that escapes from between his ripe lips. “Are you looking at porn?”
David chokes and coughs.
“Oh, this I have to see.” Charlie walks up to him, stretches his neck to look over David’s shoulder, and David pushes his hands against Charlie’s chest.
“No, Charlie.”
“It can’t be that incriminating,” and David has moved forward far enough when shoving him back that Charlie can catch the image on the LCD, and his smile falters for a moment. “Is that… is that Don and Colby?”
David puts his head in his hands.
Then Charlie’s grabbing a seat and pulling up to the desk. David removes his fingers from his face and takes in Charlie’s smile stretched as wide as possible.
David glances back to the scene on the monitor, and it looks like Don is fingering Colby.
Charlie shakes his head, big grin still plastered on his boyish face. “Colby doesn’t know what he’s in for.”
“You’re okay with watching this?”
Charlie looks almost incredulously up at David. “You aren’t?” His eyes drop to bulge in the agent’s pants. “Clearly, you are.” Charlie reclines in the seat, and his hands move to the button of his jeans, and then he’s sliding them down, semi-hard cock falling against his belly. “Hope you don’t mind.” He strokes slowly, eyes fixated on the monitor.
David can’t believe this. First, seeing Don give Colby a blowjob; second, watching Charlie, half a foot away, jerking off to his brother’s clandestine act; third, sitting down in the seat next to Charlie and taking out his own cock as the playback shows Don beginning to fuck Colby.
They jerk off to the video, and, without warning, Charlie leans into him, bends forward, and takes the head of David’s cock into his mouth.
“Jesus Christ.” His fingers thread into Charlie’s curls. “Gotta wonder if this is how Colby felt with his dick in Don’s mouth.” Charlie pulls back and gives him the most salacious smile he could have dreamed possible.
The professor looks briefly to the screen. “6C?” He pulls up his pants. “Follow me.” He grabs David’s hand and drags him up.
“What are we doing, Charlie?” he asks, zipping up his khakis, knowing exactly where they’re headed.
“Trust me.”
“Charlie…” The professor approaches the door. “Charlie, don’t go in there.” Charlie’s hand twists the handle and pushes the door open. “Charlie, don’t!”
Don quickly pulls out of Colby upon hearing the intrusion but then, seeing Charlie and David, breaks out into a glorious smile bright enough to crack glass.
“Came to join the party?” the senior agent prods rhetorically, and Charlie rushes to him, and their mouths collide together, lips sliding each other’s, tongue fighting against tongue.
“Jesus Christ,” Colby whispers.
“Holy shit,” David gapes.
Don rips himself from Charlie. “You tell anyone about this, and you won’t have to worry about being fired; I’ll have you killed,” he spits at them barely long enough to utter the threat and goes back to his brother’s mouth, and they stare in wonder at Don and Charlie devouring each other, Charlie’s hands gripping Don’s hard cock and balls, Don’s hands digging into Charlie’s already-open jeans, pulling them back down to his knees.
“Wanna fuck for the boys, buddy?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna let them see what I do to the sweet little genius?”
Three voices answer. “Yes.”
Don quickly escorts Charlie to the table next to Colby, and the mathematician’s hands immediately find purchase to brace himself in what is – now clear to the other agents – a familiar position.
Don produces another packet of lube and spreads its contents across Charlie’s hole and his own cock. He doesn’t bother to prep his brother before pushing inside, and it strikes a chord with the two agents that the Brothers Eppes have done this enough that preparation is no longer a necessity.
Four groans echo against the plexiglass walls, and they all fall together – Don pounding into Charlie, Colby to the left and David to the right, both agents stroking their cocks. Don leans his mouth into David’s, and Colby digs his fingers into Charlie’s hair, another hand slipping down to jack the genius’s cock.
“You guys need to figure out,” Don commands breathily, “which of you is going to fuck me and fuck the other.” They look at him questioningly, and Don shakes his head while thrusting into his brother. “Always have to be the one to give the orders. David, fuck me. Colby, fuck David. Now.” He slips out of Charlie – the professor vocally laments the loss – long enough to grab the handful of lube packets out his pants pooled at his ankles and sets them onto the table. “It’s okay, baby,” he assures his brother, shoving back inside and resuming his hard fucking.
Charlie moans and pleads, the side of his face pressed against the table, and David and Colby can’t stand it any longer. David rips open a packet, slicks his cock, hands another to Colby who repeats his actions, and David presses into Don, provoking an angry and pained shout, and Colby presses into David, earning the same response.
They’re all fucking, and the choir of ecstasy fills the room.
“God, yes.”
“Oh, yeah, fuck me.”
“Fuck my cock, baby.”
“Just like that.”
“Give it to me.”
“Never thought you would like it like this.”
“Aw, yeah, right there.”
“Come on, baby.”
“Take it, baby.”
“Fuck me harder.”
“Fuck, yes, fuck me.”
“God, David.”
“Jesus, Colby.”
“You feel so good, Charlie.”
“Yes, please, more, Don.”
One orgasm signals another and signals another, and Don works Charlie’s cock for the finale.
***
Weeks go by, and it’s business as usual. Don thanks God that he’s finally found the anomaly, but then Colby suddenly comes up to him and whispers in his ear, “I can’t sleep, can’t deal with this. I need it again. Forget David if he’s not down with it, but I need you and Charlie. I need us to do this again. I can’t sleep.”
They always come back.
Don pictures the profiler, his first contact in the FBI, buttoning her blouse. “You know, Benjamin Franklin said that the definition of insanity is doing same the thing over and over and expecting different results.”
“So what?” he had asked, head in the pillows and still naked underneath the sheets, arms resting above him.
“So don’t go looking for your vindication here.”
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/Charlie/Colby/David
Rating: NC-17
Prompt:
dsudis, asemic, and spikedluv right hereWarnings: Rampant promiscuity, slash, anal, and incest
Spoilers: "The Mole" and "Longshot" (plus name dropping Billy, Kim, Nadine, and Robin)
Word Count: Close to 2500
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't want it, just borrowing, only fun, no profit
Dedication: For my princess of all that is holy -- her highness
asemic -- and the ultimate N3 comm leader and fandom queen spikedluv.A/N: Special thanks to
asemic for supplying me with the word I needed when my brain froze. I adore you, sweetheart. ♥ ♥ ♥A profiler once quoted Benjamin Franklin to him. “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
He had fucked her, too.
It’s stupid, and he knows it. He always knows it but does it anyway because maybe, this time, it’ll be buried and forgotten.
It never is.
“Don Eppes with the same woman for more than a week?” Liz’s lips were slick with skepticism, and, for a moment, he thought about kissing her and fucking her against the wall, reminding her that, deep down, he was still that guy at Quantico who had come back broken from the field and took four students – Liz, Adrienne, Jason, and Zack – to a discreet hotel that accepted cash only, had no security, and kept concierges’ eyes to the floor.
Don had fucked Liz with Zack’s cock in her mouth, and Jason fucked Adrienne right next to them. Then Liz had gone down on Adrienne while Don sucked Jason who was getting fucked by Zack. Grand finale, and Jason fucked Don fucking Zack fucking Adrienne from behind as she ate out Liz.
Before Don, they had never done anything even close to that.
Tactical training indeed.
And they always come back. Billy, Kim, Nadine, Robin, Liz, the others. Somehow, they always return to him. That’s the problem in sleeping with coworkers; even when moving across the country and changing offices and positions every two years, they continually end up together again, his one-night conquests looking coquettishly and heatedly at him, crystal clear that they haven’t forgotten a second of what he had done to and with them in the past. One year, five years, ten years – no matter how much time has gone by, they always remember him and silently request a repeat performance.
Don is very good at what he does, in both his various roles in the FBI and his private life.
He’s always on the tips of their tongues, tingling to let the gossip drip at water coolers and in the back of surveillance vans and while standing behind two-way mirrors. It wasn’t a shock Liz had heard about Robin.
She stood in front of him, speaking her cynicism and, in the undercurrent, posing a challenge to justify her assumption that it’s impossible for him to keep his dick in his pants, remain monogamous, not fuck every biped in his peripheral vision.
Before she left, she dropped the façade and handed him a piece of paper with the address of her hotel.
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” she informed, and Don knew he would be in her room that night.
***
“So you’re a good teacher, huh?” Colby teases, stirring up the contents of his coffee cup.
Don’s eyes connect with his from across the war room when Colby looks over his shoulder at him and then turns around.
“Well, just look at you. Tighter jeans, open collar, keeping an extra button undone.”
Don knows he probably shouldn’t have said it, but Colby’s dense enough that he’s sure the young agent will process his observation as their regular banter.
“Yeah, Mr. GQ. You’re my fashion icon.” Don smugly pops his collar and brushes his shoulder, leaning against the counter. Colby looks him up and down, and the expression on his face changes, drops the smile and gets hard and dark, and Don knows that – yeah – he opened the door and Colby hadn’t missed it. The good, clean, corn-fed kid steps towards him. “What else can you teach me?”
The heat goes up in the room, and the tension builds.
Don lowers his head and raises his eyes, and he watches the subtle change in Colby’s body, knowing that an electric shock just shot through his agent. He faintly recalls what it was like to feel that surge now that fucking is little more than a compulsory activity for him.
“Colby, do you know what you’re doing?”
He smiles and slightly nods his head. “I was in Afghanistan for eighteen months.”
Don smiles back. “I meant,” he takes a step closer, “if you know what you’re doing asking for this. I’m your boss.”
“Like I said, military.”
Don’s grin widens. “Colonel, huh?”
“General, actually.”
His eyes widen. “I’m impressed. What did you do to be so special?”
“Worked my ass off, said ‘yessir,’ and wasn’t afraid to step up and challenge bureaucratical bullshit. Generals have a thing for that. It’s something fresh.”
“You know who else has a thing for that?”
“FBI special agents?”
“You got it,” and he closes the gap, pressing his mouth to Colby’s and driving his tongue inside. “You okay with this?”
“Don, I already – ”
“I mean kissing. Some… bicurious guys have a problem with that. Too intimate.”
“Well, if the rumors about you are true, then you already know you can get a guy to do anything.”
“And happily.” Don doesn’t bother to ask what the rumors are before confirming them; he’s certain they’re all true. He opens Colby’s jeans and slips his hand inside, fingers wrapping around his soft cock and balls. “Think you’ll happily let me fuck you on the table?” It’s been at least three hours since the offices cleared out.
Colby’s cock twitches and hardens. “Think you can forgive me for that thing with Dwayne?”
Don dips his tongue into Colby’s mouth and begins stroking. “Who’s Dwayne?”
***
David signs paperwork, and his eyes flicker over the other stacks of information on his desk, glance up to photos pinned to his cubicle walls depicting the grisly scenes of crimes he’s working to solve, briefly scan his primary CRT monitor with the page from the DOD database pulled up, move to the supplementary LCD that was, exclusively, hooked up to the camera in room 6C, and he looks away for a split-second before he darts back to the second screen. He’s certain he’s watching Don suck Colby’s cock.
His first thought is “What the fuck do they think they’re doing?”
His second thought is “Thank God I’m the only one with access to this footage.”
His third thought is “Jesus Christ, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” and the increase in his heart beat isn’t just from disbelief.
He watches Colby lean back on the table, head back and mouth open, lips moving. He thinks of a dozen different things Colby could be saying. “Don, this is wrong.” “Don, this is crazy.” “This is so stupid.” “We’ve completely lost our minds.” “We should stop.” “What if someone sees us?” “God, we’re going to lose our jobs if we get caught.” “Fuck, that feels good.” “Just like that, Boss.” “Jesus Christ, Don. You’re amazing.” “How did you learn to do that?” “Oh, please, Don; fuck me.”
David scrubs his hands over his face. He can’t really be watching this. This isn’t really happening. But, goddamn, it is, and it’s the most enthralling thing he could ever imagine witnessing.
His hand slips between his legs, rubbing against his growing erection underneath his slacks, and then he hears, “Hey, David, I know it’s late, but the bullet trajectory data is indubitably conclusive – ” David jolts up to hide the monitor with his body. “ – that the shooter was within a 200-foot radius, approximately 113.7 degrees from the victim at a 54-degree incline.” Charlie plants his feet in front of him. “I can point to a 96.8% certainty where the killer was standing at the time of the murder.”
“That’s great, Charlie. We’d definitely want to review it tomorrow. You should come back tomorrow morning so we can take a look at it.” The words rush out of David’s mouth.
Charlie’s eyebrows knit. “Why not look at it now? I can explain the variables – ”
“Tomorrow, Charlie,” and he says it too forcefully for the professor to not know that he’s trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
“What’s going on, David?” Charlie steps towards a nearby chair to sit down, and David twists his body to shadow the mathematician’s movements and keep the playback on the monitor concealed, and damned if the kid isn’t attentive enough to observe his quick adjustments. “What are you looking at?”
“Right now, I’m looking at you.”
“What’s on the screen behind you?”
David clears his throat. “It’s top secret.”
A smug smile spreads over Charlie’s face. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but my security clearance is higher than yours. What are you looking at? I’m sure I could help.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Are you…” The kid fights against the laugh that escapes from between his ripe lips. “Are you looking at porn?”
David chokes and coughs.
“Oh, this I have to see.” Charlie walks up to him, stretches his neck to look over David’s shoulder, and David pushes his hands against Charlie’s chest.
“No, Charlie.”
“It can’t be that incriminating,” and David has moved forward far enough when shoving him back that Charlie can catch the image on the LCD, and his smile falters for a moment. “Is that… is that Don and Colby?”
David puts his head in his hands.
Then Charlie’s grabbing a seat and pulling up to the desk. David removes his fingers from his face and takes in Charlie’s smile stretched as wide as possible.
David glances back to the scene on the monitor, and it looks like Don is fingering Colby.
Charlie shakes his head, big grin still plastered on his boyish face. “Colby doesn’t know what he’s in for.”
“You’re okay with watching this?”
Charlie looks almost incredulously up at David. “You aren’t?” His eyes drop to bulge in the agent’s pants. “Clearly, you are.” Charlie reclines in the seat, and his hands move to the button of his jeans, and then he’s sliding them down, semi-hard cock falling against his belly. “Hope you don’t mind.” He strokes slowly, eyes fixated on the monitor.
David can’t believe this. First, seeing Don give Colby a blowjob; second, watching Charlie, half a foot away, jerking off to his brother’s clandestine act; third, sitting down in the seat next to Charlie and taking out his own cock as the playback shows Don beginning to fuck Colby.
They jerk off to the video, and, without warning, Charlie leans into him, bends forward, and takes the head of David’s cock into his mouth.
“Jesus Christ.” His fingers thread into Charlie’s curls. “Gotta wonder if this is how Colby felt with his dick in Don’s mouth.” Charlie pulls back and gives him the most salacious smile he could have dreamed possible.
The professor looks briefly to the screen. “6C?” He pulls up his pants. “Follow me.” He grabs David’s hand and drags him up.
“What are we doing, Charlie?” he asks, zipping up his khakis, knowing exactly where they’re headed.
“Trust me.”
“Charlie…” The professor approaches the door. “Charlie, don’t go in there.” Charlie’s hand twists the handle and pushes the door open. “Charlie, don’t!”
Don quickly pulls out of Colby upon hearing the intrusion but then, seeing Charlie and David, breaks out into a glorious smile bright enough to crack glass.
“Came to join the party?” the senior agent prods rhetorically, and Charlie rushes to him, and their mouths collide together, lips sliding each other’s, tongue fighting against tongue.
“Jesus Christ,” Colby whispers.
“Holy shit,” David gapes.
Don rips himself from Charlie. “You tell anyone about this, and you won’t have to worry about being fired; I’ll have you killed,” he spits at them barely long enough to utter the threat and goes back to his brother’s mouth, and they stare in wonder at Don and Charlie devouring each other, Charlie’s hands gripping Don’s hard cock and balls, Don’s hands digging into Charlie’s already-open jeans, pulling them back down to his knees.
“Wanna fuck for the boys, buddy?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna let them see what I do to the sweet little genius?”
Three voices answer. “Yes.”
Don quickly escorts Charlie to the table next to Colby, and the mathematician’s hands immediately find purchase to brace himself in what is – now clear to the other agents – a familiar position.
Don produces another packet of lube and spreads its contents across Charlie’s hole and his own cock. He doesn’t bother to prep his brother before pushing inside, and it strikes a chord with the two agents that the Brothers Eppes have done this enough that preparation is no longer a necessity.
Four groans echo against the plexiglass walls, and they all fall together – Don pounding into Charlie, Colby to the left and David to the right, both agents stroking their cocks. Don leans his mouth into David’s, and Colby digs his fingers into Charlie’s hair, another hand slipping down to jack the genius’s cock.
“You guys need to figure out,” Don commands breathily, “which of you is going to fuck me and fuck the other.” They look at him questioningly, and Don shakes his head while thrusting into his brother. “Always have to be the one to give the orders. David, fuck me. Colby, fuck David. Now.” He slips out of Charlie – the professor vocally laments the loss – long enough to grab the handful of lube packets out his pants pooled at his ankles and sets them onto the table. “It’s okay, baby,” he assures his brother, shoving back inside and resuming his hard fucking.
Charlie moans and pleads, the side of his face pressed against the table, and David and Colby can’t stand it any longer. David rips open a packet, slicks his cock, hands another to Colby who repeats his actions, and David presses into Don, provoking an angry and pained shout, and Colby presses into David, earning the same response.
They’re all fucking, and the choir of ecstasy fills the room.
“God, yes.”
“Oh, yeah, fuck me.”
“Fuck my cock, baby.”
“Just like that.”
“Give it to me.”
“Never thought you would like it like this.”
“Aw, yeah, right there.”
“Come on, baby.”
“Take it, baby.”
“Fuck me harder.”
“Fuck, yes, fuck me.”
“God, David.”
“Jesus, Colby.”
“You feel so good, Charlie.”
“Yes, please, more, Don.”
One orgasm signals another and signals another, and Don works Charlie’s cock for the finale.
***
Weeks go by, and it’s business as usual. Don thanks God that he’s finally found the anomaly, but then Colby suddenly comes up to him and whispers in his ear, “I can’t sleep, can’t deal with this. I need it again. Forget David if he’s not down with it, but I need you and Charlie. I need us to do this again. I can’t sleep.”
They always come back.
Don pictures the profiler, his first contact in the FBI, buttoning her blouse. “You know, Benjamin Franklin said that the definition of insanity is doing same the thing over and over and expecting different results.”
“So what?” he had asked, head in the pillows and still naked underneath the sheets, arms resting above him.
“So don’t go looking for your vindication here.”
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