For disclaimers, warnings and etc., you must see the prologue/chapter one.
Essence of Colby – NaNo 2009 – Day Twelve
That night, after Ian fell asleep, he once again found himself at the campsite he and Colby had shared on their last night together. The place he'd talked with the spirit of his Grandfather when Ian had been sedated while Colby was dying.
The campfire was burning merrily, the stars were thick in the sky and it was chilly.
And Colby was there, dressed as he'd been that night, a blanket on his lap, waiting for Ian to make himself comfortable so Colby could wrap themselves both up together.
Ian swallowed, aware that his eyes were overly bright and tried to smile.
Colby looked over and up to him. "Come here."
Taking a large breath, Ian walked over to his blonde lover and hunkered down next to him. Colby wrapped the blanket around them, pulling Ian even closer, arms and legs tangling with the sniper's.
They just sat there for an unknown amount of time, soaking in each other's company, watching the campfire, which didn't seem to burn down at all, and the stars rotate overhead.
Ian treasure the time, leaning his back into Colby's chest, feeling Colby's breath ghost over his hair, near his ear, revealing in the feeling of soft kisses placed on his head, temple, neck, the warm and strong arms wrapped around his chest, holding him against Colby's body. Tension, stress and pain melted away.
He knew it was a dream, maybe a vision, and that all this contentment would disappear as soon as he woke up, but Ian was going to take what was offered. He needed it, he wanted it so badly. Ian needed whatever Colby was willing to give him… especially with what the sniper, the agent, was going to be doing as soon as he could.
Not willing to do so, Ian had to break the silence. However, just as Ian took a breath to speak, Colby was already talking.
"It's not what you've heard, Ian." Colby had moved so that, while his lover was still in his embrace, Colby and Ian could now look each other in the eyes. "There's so much I want to tell you, but I … I don't even know where to begin or even how to tell you."
Ian looked at his friend, his lover. "I know you, Colby, but I need to hear it from you; I need to see you say it." Ian swallowed.
"I'm not spying for another country, for China, or anyone else. I'm in covert counter-intelligence."
Ian frowned, how'd his miss that?!
While Ian knew that Colby couldn't have been a spy, at least in with respect to betraying his country, Ian had missed that Colby was a spy in a different sense, in that he was someone looking for those who were.
"Ian, please…" Colby was looking at him with a somewhat broken, sad, expression, "I knew I couldn't be around you after I was given the assignment. I knew that I couldn't really talk with you at all because you'd see something. You'd figure it out and I couldn't put you in that position.
"I was undercover and got in way over my head, but I couldn't… I couldn't get out of it. It was too big." Hesitating, Colby muttered, "Too damn big."
The large blonde had lifted his head to the sky for that last before looking back to his lover, tears beginning to run down his face. "And it was killing me not to have any contact, real contact, with you. I wanted, needed to talk to you so much. That night at the restaurant… after a year of being undercover… after more than a year of dealing with all this stuff… I needed to connect with you so badly. I needed to … I just needed you."
Colby swallowed, his eyes bright, voice strained and husky.
"If I'd known what was going to happen, I would have taken you, right there, right then, to hell with whoever saw. I would have told you everything and asked for your understanding and forgiveness then."
Ian pulled his lover close, hands on both sides of Colby's head. "One, you never have to ask for my understanding or forgiveness, ever. I know who you are, Colby; I've never doubted you. Two, you should have taken me right then… I needed to know what had turned you so desperate…," Ian swallowed hard, a couple of tears starting to fall down his own face, "I love you, Colby Granger. I will always love you. I'm so sorry that I never got to tell you when you were alive.
"As soon as I can, I'm getting out of the hospital and I am proving that you aren't a spy, that you aren't a traitor, that you are the bravest, strongest, most honorable and responsible man that I have ever met in my entire life and that you—" Ian's voice broke but before he could continue, Colby's mouth closed on his and Ian lost himself in the kiss.
****
The next moment, Ian found himself in a large bed, wrapped in a tangle of arms and legs, warm breath fluttering on the back of his neck, completely naked. While he knew it had to be a continuation of the dream, or, given their inability to contain their emotions, a vision, it was so real – incredibly real – like real life real, like Colby wasn't dead.
Ian could feel the warmth radiating from the body behind him, hear the familiar heartbeat of the man pressed into him, smell their scents mixed together and could still taste Colby's kiss in his mouth.
His heart stuttered in his chest, breath becoming shallow as he fought to keep the tears at the back of his eyes from finding their way to the surface and run down his cheeks. Ian's emotions were all over the place as he soaked in the presence of Colby's naked, warm, strong body wrapped around him.
However, before Ian could pull himself together, the body behind him – the arms and legs tangled with his – began to move. Colby pulled Ian harder and closer to him, kissing the nape of his neck, moving down to his shoulders and then over his upper back, rubbing his face in Ian's short, dark hair, taking in deep breaths of the man. Colby's hands were running up and down his chest, pinching, pulling and squeezing his nipples, seeming to deliberately avoid Ian's stiffening cock
Ian could feel his lover's own aroused body, smell the musky scent of him and he couldn't be still any longer. Even if it was only a dream, a damn dream, Ian needed everything that Colby meant to him… he needed it more than the air in his lungs.
Flipping them over, pushing Colby's back to the mattress, he spread his body over the top of his lover's. Colby seemed just as desperate for Ian's touch, his kisses, as Ian was for the blonde's. Their coupling was frantic and hard, nothing short of almost brutal; if this had been real, they'd definitely be sore and have bruises later.
Colby's legs wrapped around Ian's waist, while the dark haired man thrusted into him; following the demands of 'harder' and 'faster' and 'more, damnit' from his lover. Ian was kissing him bruisingly, where ever he could reach, biting his nipples, leaving marks all over the fair skinned man.
Ian stopped kissing Colby, pulling himself away, watching Colby's flushed skin, the sweat bead on his body and then beginning to run down the contours of muscle, sinew and bone. He could feel his lover's body getting closer and closer to orgasm and continued pounding into him, changing position just enough so every thrust rubbed against the blonde's prostate.
Colby opened his eyes and focused on Ian, his gaze relentless and intense. There was something there that Ian had never noticed before and then Colby tumbled them over so that Ian was the one being fucked into the mattress after Colby took a moment to readjust.
Colby pounded into Ian, driving deep and hard into his lover's body. Ian had never been claimed so desperately, so deeply – mentally, emotionally – that his breathing was almost non-existent. Ian's own orgasm was building and then Colby grabbed the base of his erection, holding it at bay, almost painfully.
Ian's eyes opened wide, his pupils blown, his breathing shallow and his heart felt as if it was beating its way out of his chest.
That something in Colby's eyes was even more intense and Ian couldn't look away, even if he wanted.
Colby's husky voice, whiskey over broken glass, came to him. "Say it, Ian." His blonde lover was still pounding into him, enough so that the entire bed was shaking with each powerful thrust. Grabbing his upper arms, Colby kept Ian pinned down while bringing his thighs up under Ian's backside, adjusting himself to drive even more deeply into his lover's body. "God Ian, say it; say it again!"
Colby's emotions were shattered if his voice and the way he was pounding into Ian was anything to go by. Ian knew what he wanted, and he didn't want Colby begging for it; for something that was killing Ian because he hadn't gotten to say it to his lover for real… before Colby died.
"I love you, Colby! God, I love you!" Ian was saying, tears rolling down his temples into his hair and then Ian was screaming Colby's name as his blonde lover took him over the edge, hearing his own name from Colby and then, as if whispered directly into his mind…
"Always, Ian. Always; will always love you. Will always be with you."
****
When Ian was able to pull his brain into actual working order, he found himself awake, back in the hospital bed. However, the sensation of being wrapped up in his lover's arms was powerful enough that Ian had to look to his chest to make sure he wasn't actually there with him.
Closing his eyes, real tears started rolling down his cheeks and into the pillow Ian had buried his head in. Moments later, Ian was pounding his pillow over and over again, shaking his head slightly.
Almost an hour later, Ian fell into an exhausted, deep and healing sleep, still feeling as if he were tangled in the body of his blonde lover.
Word Statistics
Pages – 3
Paragraphs – 41
Lines – 146
Words – 1726
Characters – 7734
Characters w/spaces – 9475
NaNo Day Total – 1726
NaNo Total – 17684
Actual story – 23255
From here on it's hopefully one per day but... /chuckle.
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