Disclaimer: Numb3rs, and therefore these characters, are not mine.
A/N: Warnings:
there's a slight spoiler for The Mole (and by slight I mean a character
from the episode is mentioned, but I figured I'd put this in here just
to be safe). Also, this story is Slash. If you don't like it, then
don't read it.
After Midnight
He opened the door before Colby could knock. He stepped back and let the other man enter. It was their ritual. Every night, at Midnight, one of them went to the other's apartment. At one, the guest would leave. They didn't do much besides talk. They would share the occasional kiss, but Colby always tensed up if it lasted too long or went too far.
What too long and too far were varied from night to night.
Colby got himself and his host a beer before settling on the couch. They both sipped their beers, their eyes falling everywhere but on each other. There was nothing uncomfortable in this. Neither man cared if the silence were to continue or be broken, and neither cared how long it lasted.
"We're too old for this," he said, and Colby's gaze fell on him.
"Too old for what?"
"Sneaking around after midnight."
Colby said nothing. It was the first time their system, their ritual, had ever been questioned. Colby set down his beer.
"It's just, since the army...," he trailed off. His host moved to sit next to him. "Since the army," he shrugged.
"Dwayne?" his host inquired. Colby shook his head.
"No. The army in general. I guess I'm afraid that, well," he chuckled nervously. "Don't ask, don't tell."
"This isn't the army, Colby."
"I know," Colby turned to the other man, and they kissed. "I guess I thought society had that policy." He nodded and place a hand on Colby's cheek.
"No more sneaking?" he asked.
"One day at a time," Colby replied.
They kissed again, their beers forgotten. The night went long past one. Neither of them heard the phone ring, or the answering machine pick up.
Hey, you've reached David Sinclair...