Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 1: Following the Criminal
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (1/?)
Chapter List
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/characters: Charlie Eppes/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Charlie has very particular needs - and unexpectedly finds someone who meets them. He has no idea that the other man has dark motives of his own.
[ Direct sequel to Holes]
Part 1: Following the Criminal
NSA Agent José Daniels has his eye on Charlie, who he believes is a dangerous fraud.
Word Count: 2407
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 1: Following the Criminal-
NSA Agent José Daniels sat in his car and watched his target go into the non-descript building. He'd followed the man to this building twice already this week and three times last week. From his research, he knew that it was a sex club, and therefore a perfect place to pass intelligence to a disguised partner. Or rather partners, many partners, because the man he was after was an intelligence aggregator of a high order. One who had hoodwinked not only the NSA, but the FBI, the CIA and probably other agencies as well. José couldn't take one more day of people fawning over him, when he was patently a con artist. Get all those amazing, strangely useful results just by math? Yeah, right.
José watched Dr. Charles Eppes disappear inside the club and debated going after him. He'd learned about everything he could from two weeks of following Eppes. The exchanges were definitely going on here. Eppes didn't go anywhere else but home, work, and his girlfriend's place. Oh, and every agency that might have need of some mathematical 'magic'. Just this morning, Eppes had been in his boss's office, and the praises that had dripped from his boss's lips had made José nauseous. When José had dared question Eppes' unbelievable conclusions, she had cut him off sharply. José could still feel the hot flush that had gone over him at her verbal slapdown.
Chewing on his fingernail, José pondered his options. He was here alone, on this case alone. Everyone else was taken in by Eppes' boyish looks and practiced mixture of arrogance and bumbling. José's boss didn't know that he'd been watching Eppes. It was easy to cover up his investigation in an office where no one knew what anyone else was working on. But there was only so far he could go in terms of using Agency technology without someone noticing, so he'd had to rely on the old-fashioned surveillance of eyes and ears.
The image of his boss fawning over Eppes finally decided him. José didn't know what Eppes' game was, what he got out of 'helping' the various agencies, but it looked like no one else was going to stop him. Any agent who doubted Eppes got shuffled out of the way. Eppes had destroyed the promising careers of more than one NSA agent with his casual, easy, 'math-based' answers. José wasn't going to be yet another casualty.
José took a deep breath then got out of his car. He wasn't too concerned about going into a sex club. He'd done his share of field work, so he was comfortable outside the office. He also knew that many people who went to sex clubs were just there to watch other people, so he shouldn't have to actually participate in anything. He'd seen some seriously stomach-churning things in his work at the Agency, so he should be able to manage watching some people having sex, no matter how bizarre. He could probably even get off on it. He wondered if he should take off his wedding ring, but shook his head. That would make him even more believable.
When he went through the front door, he found a tasteful, plush lobby and a receptionist's desk. There were a few people sitting on couches, looking through some sort of catalogs, but no sign of Eppes. José had delayed too long coming in and Eppes obviously already knew his way around here.
José would have to wing it.
He went over to the female receptionist and said quietly, "A man just came in - slim, curly-haired. Do you happen to know where he went?"
The receptionist sized him up and José tried to look like a pervert but not a dangerous pervert. She slid a price sheet towards him. "Booth 5A."
José's eyebrows rose when he saw the price for 15 minutes in a booth, but he figured that Eppes would need a place with decent security to meet contacts. José put down the cash and got a key to booth 5B. He also got a black half-face mask.
The receptionist held out a small box with the words 'Booth 5B' on it. "All cellphones and other recording devices."
José blinked in surprise, but it made sense. He put his phone in the box, though the Agency had many recording devices that were much smaller if he'd had one on him. The receptionist then proceeded to come around the desk and give him a quick, effective pat down. This place took its security seriously. Probably another reason why Eppes chose it. After the receptionist went back behind the desk, José took the key, put on the mask and an air of confidence, and went in the direction the receptionist pointed.
When he found the booth, he opened the door - and almost laughed out loud. He hadn't seen a glory hole since his days in college, and he never expected to find one in this high-class place. There was a comfortable-looking stool, various straps and cushions, and a hole in one wall whose edges were lined with leather. A glory hole should be a crude hole cut in plywood. A luxurious glory hole was as contradictory as gourmet bubble gum or a Kobe beef hot dog.
As the door to the booth closed behind him, José abruptly realized the position he was in - or rather, the position that he was expected to be in very soon. He felt a strange throbbing in his cock.
He hadn't known Eppes was into men. He had a steady girlfriend, confirmed by José's own observations.
Maybe this place was all a ruse, a way to get a quiet place to pass secrets.
Carefully, José leaned down and looked through the hole. Eppes was sitting on a stool, stark naked, his eyes looking down and away, his knees spread wide in a position of full exposure. Even though he was wearing a mask, there was no doubt who it was.
José stood back up quickly, his heart pounding. This had to be how Eppes met his contacts. Of course Eppes would have to look the part, to avoid suspicion. He would have to sit there, ready in case someone who wasn't a contact appeared. Eppes' cock had definitely been hard, though, and the invitation of his open knees seemed genuine.
José licked his lips and his cock throbbed harder. Maybe Eppes mixed business with pleasure, behaving like the usual sexual player for random strangers until his contact came along. José was obviously in over his head here. The best thing to do was turn around and leave.
Instead, he found himself straining to recall glory hole protocol.
He'd only done it a couple of times in college, part of a semester of sexual experimentation with men. He hadn't looked at a man twice since then, and had chalked it up to a college student trying too hard to be edgy. Sure, he liked a blowjob as much as anyone, and Eppes would likely be very practiced at it, but his wife gave him good blowjobs. Still…
The vision of Eppes that he'd seen through the hole had his pulse racing. This man, who had multiple agencies buying his lies, who José had been watching and chasing with grim determination the last two weeks… This man was sitting in the booth next to him, waiting and ready to open those lying lips to José's cock.
He pulled down his zipper and wrestled out his cock. It felt rock hard in his hand. He remembered belatedly that Eppes was supposed to look back at him through the hole and José checked that his mask was in place. He didn't think that Eppes had looked his way at the office, but Eppes had to be more aware than his bumbling genius routine suggested. To think of that Eppes, doing his routine, in contrast to this Eppes, naked and quietly waiting for him… José swallowed hard.
Like he was in a daze, José put a finger through the hole, signaling his interest. Eppes didn't look back through the hole, he just put a finger through it, then pushed a condom through. José unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. Eppes' lower face appeared at the hole, his mouth open wide.
José swore shakily under his breath. He rolled the condom down his cock and turned to face the hole. He guided his cock to those lips and shivered at the first touch. Eppes took him fully into his mouth and José let him take over. Eppes also stroked José's balls. José realized that there were hand grips at the right height and he held tight to them as he leaned his body against the slightly cushioned wall. He turned his face so that his cheek pressed against the wall and tried not to think about how unbelievably stupid he was being.
Eppes' mouth and hands felt amazing. Far better than anyone that had ever sucked him before. He remembered other agents talking about the illicit thrill of sex with an asset and realized that they were very right.
Eppes wasn't an asset, though, he was a criminal. A con artist whose mouth had done unknown damage to multiple agencies and agents. And José was letting Eppes do whatever he wanted with that mouth.
José growled and began thrusting through the hole. Eppes faltered then adjusted, letting go of José's balls but keeping his face close to the wall even as José pushed in. This sign of acceptance enraged José. He started slamming as hard as he could into Eppes' mouth, daring him to move back, to complain, anything. Instead, José only heard the sounds of his wet cock sliding between wet lips, his balls slapping against Eppes' chin, and the occasional quiet gags from Eppes. José snarled incoherently, wanting to grab fistfuls of Eppes' curly hair and yank it, wanting to wrap his hands around Eppes' throat and choke him with his hands as he gagged him with his cock. He hammered deep into that arrogant mouth. He hated the smug bastard with a fire that burned in his balls and was about to burst out of his cock.
Eppes pulled back.
José roared in protest.
Eppes' soft voice came through the hole. "Want to come on my face?"
José almost came right then from the question. He yanked his cock back through the hole, breathing hard. He tore off his condom, and shoved his cock back through the hole. Eppes took José's cock in one hand and fastened his lips on the sensitive foreskin. José shoved hard against Eppes' hand and mouth then his orgasm was slamming through his body and out his cock. He came and came, pumping out more cum than he thought his balls could contain.
He heard a moan and Eppes' mouth and hand were shaking against his still spurting cock. Eppes was probably coming himself and José jammed his body against Eppes until both of them finished shaking. He pressed his forehead against the wall, and his harsh gasping merged with gasping from the other side of the wall.
"Fuck," José whispered.
Eppes slowly stroked José's cock until José became too sensitive and he reluctantly pulled back. He couldn't help it, he had to lean down and look back through the hole.
Eppes was still kneeling there, eyes closed, with José's cum dripping down his bare face. He'd taken off the mask and drops of cum were hanging in his hair, shining on his forehead, running down his nose. José looked down Eppes' body and saw the mess of Eppes' cum streaking his stomach.
"Fuck," José whispered again.
Eppes' eyes flashed open, meeting his with a jolt, then Eppes jerked his gaze away. Eppes waited quietly, his chest still heaving, as José looked his fill.
José finally straightened back up, but the image was imprinted on his eyelids. He stood, his pants still around his thighs, and stared down at the now-vacant hole as if it held the answer to his brain-blowing orgasm. His eyes took in the various straps and cushions, and he slowly realized that both sides must be set up the same so the two occupants could reciprocate. And that set of straps and those stirrups must be designed for fucking, so that a man's ass could be held tight against the wall as he was slammed into from the other side…
José's cock came throbbing back to life. He wanted to fuck Eppes, he wanted to fuck him so much that his hands shook. He wanted to drive his cock into that skinny ass until Eppes screamed his secrets. He wanted Eppes broken and sobbing his apologies, José's cum running down his thighs.
Through the rushing in his ears, José heard sounds from the other side of the wall that he slowly identified as Eppes cleaning himself up and getting dressed. He blinked. Eppes had just arrived so he hadn't met his contact yet. Oh, right, Eppes had gotten off and it would look strange if he wasn't able to get hard for the next man coming into the booth.
A fierce satisfaction settled in José's stomach as he realized that Eppes hadn't meant to get off. Eppes probably would have to miss meeting his contact tonight, delaying whatever plans he had for that intelligence. Tomorrow his 'math' would be mysteriously unhelpful.
Smiling wolfishly to himself, José put his clothes back together. He sat down on the stool and waited for Eppes to leave the booth. He'd let Eppes get to his car and leave the parking lot before he exited himself. He didn't dare let Eppes see him without his mask.
Because he would be back.
Eppes would be coming here again, and so would José. If José could continue to interfere with Eppes meeting his contacts, he would. Soon, if Eppes wasn't able to gather his intelligence, his 'math' would start to fall apart and agencies would begin to rely on him less. Agents would had expressed their doubts about him would finally be acknowledged as correct.
If José had to come here every day, if he had to pump his cum over that face every day, if he had to split open that ass every single day…
José's body throbbed as he thought about the sacrifices he was willing to make for his country.