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First Kiss: Colby/Daniel

Fandom: Numb3rs/Stargate SG1

Category/Rated: Slash, PG

Year/Length: 2009/ ~449 words

Pairing: Colby/Daniel

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Prompt: Colby/Daniel, first kiss

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.

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Colby'd be the first person to agree that he and Daniel don't have much in common. Sometimes, even he has a hard time remembering what they talked about for what was supposed to be a half hour study break and turned into five hours in the library coffee shop. He stops telling his mom about Daniel after a while, because she can't seem to get over how Daniel's an archaeologist, already post-grad, not a sports fan. In her eyes, both of them liking to read is not enough to make them friends.

Probably not in Colby's eyes either. Of course, it doesn't hurt that in Colby's eyes, there's a little more than just friendship.

They've been hanging out for the best part of a month now, and Colby's starting to get the itchy, tense feeling of needing to tell. He knows Daniel knows there's something, from the way Daniel looks at him, curious and kind, like he'll wait forever if Colby wants him to.

Colby doesn't want him to, but he's never come out to anyone before. He doesn't have the words for it, and there's no-one he can go to and ask. Other than Daniel, who's the one person he can't.

He'd probably have gone on for months like that, except that Daniel says, idly over popcorn in his tiny apartment, "So, I've got a date next Friday."

And Colby, because he's eighteen years old and hasn't learnt to deal with surprises with anything even close to grace, says, "Don't go." He can't look at Daniel, stares at his own hands instead, sticky with popcorn butter. "I mean – I mean, don't go. With your date. Go out with me instead. To your thing. Take me as your date."

He feels too hot, chest tight so it's hard to breathe.

"Hey," Daniel says, one hand light on Colby's wrist. Colby gasps in a breath. "Look at me," Daniel says softly.

Colby shakes his head no, wishes he could wind the clock back ten minutes and start over. Daniel touches his cheek, turns his head slightly, until Colby has to look at him or close his eyes, and he's not a coward, he's not.

Daniel's looking at him, not curious any more, just kind, and maybe something else, something more.

"Oh," Colby says stupidly. Daniel's hand is still on his cheek, so Colby risks putting his own on Daniel's shoulder, leaning in to him a little bit. "Why didn't you say?"

"I was waiting for you," Daniel says, and Colby's not an idiot, he gets what the rest of that means, and leaning the rest of the way, his mouth against Daniel's, awkward and butter-flavored, isn't difficult at all.


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