Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 2: Seeking out Clarity
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (2/?)
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 2: Seeking out Clarity
When he's really in need of it, Charlie has an intense and satisfying encounter.
Word Count: 1129
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 2: Seeking out Clarity
Charlie could pinpoint the exact moment things shifted.
It was when he opened his eyes and looked into the face of the man who had just shot cum over him. He never looked at the man on the other side of the wall, never saw them as more than a cock, but this time he looked. Why he did so, he had a harder time determining. Things had already felt different before that moment, the sex session for some reason had felt more intense, more…personal than usual.
It had started out as typical interaction, with Charlie waiting in his booth for someone to come into the connecting booth. He'd had a bad day dealing with particularly frustrating NSA agent, who alternated flattering him then trying to protect him from details that he needed to know to do his work. He didn't think the woman was worried about security - he probably had a higher security rating than she did - but she seemed to see him as a fragile consultant, needing to be coddled and sweet-talked and ego-stroked instead of letting him get to the math. Statistically women wanted to pat him on the head and give him a cookie more than men did, but it was close race. He couldn't wait to get out of the NSA office and get here, to the clarity and coldness of his glory hole.
When he'd heard a man came into the connecting booth, he'd hoped that this man liked the look of Charlie and wanted Charlie to get him off. Especially today Charlie didn't want to have to go through many men to get a taker, instead of someone who wanted Charlie to watch him get off or watch Charlie get off himself. This man had looked through the hole then seemed to take a while making his decision. He'd put his finger through, though, and Charlie had quickly responded then put the condom through. Charlie had almost wished that the man would refuse to use the condom - some Russian Roulette might feel good today. But the cock that slid through the hole had been condom-covered. It had also been thick, light brown and uncut, with heavy balls hanging below. On an analytical basis, Charlie had had to admit that it was a particularly attractive cock.
Charlie had taken the cock into his mouth and the balls into his hand and begun sucking and stroking. He had put more than his usual effort into doing it well - the first sign of something unusual. That had gone on for a pleasant interval, and his own cock had gotten hard in his hand. Suddenly, the man had changed, moving from letting Charlie suck him to thrusting his cock into Charlie's mouth. Charlie had eagerly let go of his balls and braced himself against the wall. Then the man had growled and started slamming into his mouth. Charlie had nearly moaned with the glory of it. He'd gripped the wall handles and let the man plunder his mouth, burning his mind clean of all thoughts of his day. He'd enjoyed it so much that he had almost missed the signs that the man was about to come.
He'd jerked back and the man had snarled in fury.
Charlie had gasped out, "Want to come on my face?"
When the man had pulled back, Charlie had nearly protested, worried the man would stop now. But the man had taken off his own condom and shoved his delicious cock back through the hole. Charlie had torn off his mask, which he also never did, but he had wanted this cum on his skin.
Charlie had then grabbed the man's cock with one hand, his own with the other, and sucked furiously on the sensitive foreskin. The man had jammed his cock against Charlie's face, smashing against him ruthlessly until the cock had throbbed and hot cum had shot out over Charlie's forehead.
Charlie had moaned then and his own orgasm had torn out of him. The man had kept slamming his pelvis into Charlie's face as Charlie had pumped out his own cum, providing a perfect counterpoint to his orgasm.
Charlie had stroked the man's softening cock, not wanting to let go of it. When the man had finally pulled back, Charlie had actually sighed. This orgasm had far eclipsed the best orgasm he'd had at this glory hole so far, and it had been with just one encounter. Both satisfying and time-effective.
Closing his eyes, Charlie had held his pose, feeling the cum dripping down his face as he'd heard the man lean down and look through the hole. Charlie had heard the man swear, in a voice so thick and affected, that Charlie's eyes had flown open on their own.
Their eyes had met - brown eyes staring intensely through the black mask, strong mouth and chin underneath - and Charlie had felt a jolt of electricity. He'd jerked his eyes away, but not before the connection had been made. Charlie could no longer just think of the other as just a cock. Charlie had stayed on his knees while the man had looked him over and Charlie had wished irrationally that the man would say something more, though Charlie had had no idea what he'd wished the man to say.
Now, Charlie was slowly cleaning himself up and getting dressed. He couldn't hear anything from the man in the booth next to him. He wondered if he should linger and let the man leave first. The jolt of connection had shaken him and he had no desire to see the man outside the booth.
The man didn't seem to be moving, however, so he must be waiting for Charlie to leave first. Charlie hurried up and finished getting ready, then let himself out of the booth. He dropped his key off at the front desk and claimed his phone.
The receptionist, who never spoke to him, said, "Everything all right, sir?"
Charlie blinked at her then stammered, "Yes, fine, thank you."
Whatever she had seen in Charlie's face reassured her and she nodded and smiled. "Have a good evening."
Charlie mumbled his response and fled to his car. He started it in a rush and raced out of the parking lot, suddenly anxious that the man would come out behind him.
When he was safely away from the building, Charlie relaxed and smiled to himself. His jaw felt pleasantly stretched, his lips bruised, his body spent. The day had been expunged and he felt ready to get to some work that was waiting for him at home. That man with the nice cock and the strong chin had been exactly what he had needed.
Too bad he'd never see him again.