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By The Fire (Numb3rs Tripledrabble, light R)
Title: By The Fire
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: light R, but kind of more involved than PG-13
Pairing: David/Colby/Charlie
Warnings/Spoilers: vague spoilers for episode 5.04, Thirty-Six Hours
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schnaucl, who gave me the idea.
Author's Note: This was written for my way-overdue Threesome Holiday Drabbles Project, and also![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
numb3rs100 prompt #191, "Fireplace".
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Never saw a point to fireplaces in L.A. until I moved here," David muses, between Colby and a glowing fire. They've had dinner at the Eppes's house before, but never just with Charlie.
"Light, warmth, romance?" Charlie suggests; David watches Colby grin, waiting for Charlie to start going on about combustion rates or maybe fractals again. Instead, glancing at the excellent whiskey, Charlie kneels, face shifting from explanation to urgency. "I, uh." Charlie rubs his denim-covered thighs, as David settles his own hands on his knee and his expression into patient interest. "I invited you to dinner tonight because I want to, um, apologize."
David and Colby trade glances. "For what, man?" Colby asks, so innocently David can see how he fooled them all twice over.
Those days are done, though. David knows what Colby's thinking now, as Charlie swallows, throat bobbing in firelight and shadow, big eyes shining. "For my behavior last week, after the train crash. I--"
David kneels up, and Charlie stops; he grins, and Colby's got his flank as they lean forward to pull Charlie in. Maybe without the whiskey he would've let Charlie keep going, but then David wouldn't be watching Colby kiss Charlie, their eyelashes settling on pinkening cheeks, Charlie leaning into his shoulder.
He wouldn't feel Colby's strong arm tighten around his waist, or taste Charlie's mouth, whiskey-hot and fierce, as Colby makes a sweet little turned-on noise and chokes out, "should we be making out in the boss's house?"
Charlie's hand tightens on David's head as he pulls his mouth away. "Technically," he says, pointing at Colby, "this is my house, and has nothing to do with FBI protocol."
Colby closes his lips around Charlie's finger, green eyes glittering, and David laughs and takes advantage of Charlie's delighted, openmouthed shock to kiss him again.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: light R, but kind of more involved than PG-13
Pairing: David/Colby/Charlie
Warnings/Spoilers: vague spoilers for episode 5.04, Thirty-Six Hours
All Thanks To:
schnaucl, who gave me the idea.Author's Note: This was written for my way-overdue Threesome Holiday Drabbles Project, and also
numb3rs100 prompt #191, "Fireplace".Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Never saw a point to fireplaces in L.A. until I moved here," David muses, between Colby and a glowing fire. They've had dinner at the Eppes's house before, but never just with Charlie.
"Light, warmth, romance?" Charlie suggests; David watches Colby grin, waiting for Charlie to start going on about combustion rates or maybe fractals again. Instead, glancing at the excellent whiskey, Charlie kneels, face shifting from explanation to urgency. "I, uh." Charlie rubs his denim-covered thighs, as David settles his own hands on his knee and his expression into patient interest. "I invited you to dinner tonight because I want to, um, apologize."
David and Colby trade glances. "For what, man?" Colby asks, so innocently David can see how he fooled them all twice over.
Those days are done, though. David knows what Colby's thinking now, as Charlie swallows, throat bobbing in firelight and shadow, big eyes shining. "For my behavior last week, after the train crash. I--"
David kneels up, and Charlie stops; he grins, and Colby's got his flank as they lean forward to pull Charlie in. Maybe without the whiskey he would've let Charlie keep going, but then David wouldn't be watching Colby kiss Charlie, their eyelashes settling on pinkening cheeks, Charlie leaning into his shoulder.
He wouldn't feel Colby's strong arm tighten around his waist, or taste Charlie's mouth, whiskey-hot and fierce, as Colby makes a sweet little turned-on noise and chokes out, "should we be making out in the boss's house?"
Charlie's hand tightens on David's head as he pulls his mouth away. "Technically," he says, pointing at Colby, "this is my house, and has nothing to do with FBI protocol."
Colby closes his lips around Charlie's finger, green eyes glittering, and David laughs and takes advantage of Charlie's delighted, openmouthed shock to kiss him again.