Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (3/?)
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.
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Direct sequel to Holes]
Part 3: Returning, Unaware
Charlie returns to the club and gets even more than he'd hoped for.
Word Count: 1316
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 3: Returning, Unware
Charlie thought about yesterday's encounter as he went into the club. In fact, he'd been thinking about it all day. The night before, he'd been thinking
about it while he fucked Amita and she seemed particularly pleased by his efforts. Charlie could remember every thrust of the man's cock into his mouth and
he'd replayed it in his mind while thrusting into Amita. Afterwards, she'd snuggled against him and said that he must have really liked the new lacy
underwear she'd been wearing. Charlie hadn't even noticed the underwear, but pretended that was it. Maybe he'd be able to associate the underwear with a
positive experience and perform better next time as well.
His math last night had also been exceptionally productive. That amazing encounter had scoured away the scum of the day and left him free to work. When
he'd gone back into the NSA office today, he'd had a breakthrough for them and the NSA agent's gratitude had been effusive. She'd actually come close to
pinching his cheek on one occasion. Her behavior had soured him all over again and he'd come back to the club more quickly than he usually did.
Now in his booth, Charlie got undressed, setting his clothes carefully aside, and checked the booth's supplies. There had always been plenty of condoms and
lube in the past, but he wouldn't want to be surprised at the wrong time.
He'd barely sat on his stool when he heard someone come into the room next to him. He heard the other man look through the hole but then there was a long
moment before anything else happened. The other man must be deciding if he liked what he saw. Finally, Charlie saw a finger. Charlie put his own finger
through. Charlie passed a condom back through the hole and got onto his knees.
"No," the voice came from the other side of the wall, "I want to fuck you."
Charlie frowned, but decided it was just his imagination that the voice sounded familiar. He stood up and got a lubed condom. He put that through the hole
then got some lube on his fingers. He stretched his asshole a little as he turned around and stood next to the wall. He couldn't count on the other man
stretching him and he had no desire for damage.
He stepped into the ankle stirrups and pushed his ass against the hole. Leaning over, he grabbed the hanging straps.
He felt hands on his ass then a stinging slap. He gasped, startled, but didn't move. This had happened before and he was undecided if he liked it or not.
The man smacked him again, then Charlie felt something wet against his asshole.
As it pushed in, Charlie discovered it was a finger and he was going to get some stretching after all. The one finger was followed quickly by a second and
Charlie found himself roughly and thoroughly stretched. The fingers kept brushing his prostate and his cock was already rock hard, jutting out from his
bent body.
The fingers withdrew and he felt a condom-covered cock at his ass. The cock shoved in with one thrust and Charlie groaned in pain and surprise. The cock
paused for a brief moment, then pulled all the way out and shoved in again. That happened again, four times, and Charlie's legs began to shake from the
effort of keeping himself from moving away from those stabbing thrusts. His whole body focused around the anticipation of each drive and his harsh panting
filled the room.
Finally, the cock stayed inside. Charlie whimpered, torn between relief and disappointment that the single thrusts had stopped. He soon forgot the mixed
feelings as the cock began to drive deep and strong into him. There was no gentleness, no care, just a cock slamming as hard as it could into him and
Charlie moaned in appreciation. He held tight to the straps as his body bounced wildly, even with the ankle stirrups. He felt a hand dig into the edge of
his ass cheek, holding him from bouncing quite so much.
Charlie lost track of time, of place, as the fucking continued. His day was burned away with each thrust. Charlie couldn't let go of a strap to grab his
own cock, but he could feel himself getting close to orgasm anyway.
Abruptly, the cock yanked out of him. Charlie cried out in protest. But soon there was a groan from the other side of the wall and Charlie felt the hot
splash of cum on his ass. Charlie pulled a hand from the straps and stroked his own cock, coming in two strokes. The man continued to come on his ass as
Charlie shot his cum in an arc in front of him.
Shaking, Charlie came to a finish. He felt the cock rubbing up against his ass and for some unknown reason, Charlie leaned a little away from the wall and
looked over his shoulder.
Even though the cock was spent he recognized it. It was the man from yesterday, the man whose gaze he had met. He somehow already knew.
Charlie panicked for a second - the man had followed him? No, it made more sense that the man was just a regular here. Charlie yanked his eyes away from
the hole. Soon the man might be looking through the hole and Charlie didn't want to meet his eyes again.
When the cock stopped rubbing against his ass and moved away, Charlie struggled to get his feet out of the stirrups. His whole body was stiff. He shifted a
little away from the wall so if the man looked through the hole, he could see his cum dripping down Charlie's ass and thighs. He turned himself slightly so
that the man could also see Charlie's depleted cock. Charlie held onto the straps to keep himself upright and waited.
Just like yesterday, he heard the whispered, forceful oath as the man looked through the hole. This time Charlie was able to stop himself from looking
back, but again, he waited, hoping that the man would say something else but having no idea what he wanted to hear.
The man moved away. Charlie heard the creak of the stool as the man sat down. He must expect Charlie to leave first again. Charlie moved slowly, his whole
body aching. As he looked at his ankles, he saw that they were red from the stirrups, and he was glad he wasn't seeing Amita tonight. He carefully cleaned
himself up, conscious the whole time of the man sitting in the booth next to him. The man had obviously also enjoyed yesterday's encounter, or he would
have left when he saw Charlie through the hole. Charlie wondered if he'd even seen him come into the booth, or even been keeping an eye out for him. It
might be exactly what Charlie had been trying to avoid - a repeat customer. Then again, if every encounter was this good, repetition wasn't such a bad
thing. More likely, it was a pleasant coincidence.
Finally he was ready to leave. He glanced back again at the hole. He could still feel the shape of the man's cock inside him, feel the imprint where the
man had gripped his ass. He felt the absurd urge to thank him. Shaking his head, he left the booth.
As he got his phone and headed out to the car, he smiled to himself. His body was a little sore, but his mind was clear and free. This was just what he
wanted from the glory hole, and only sometimes got - a quick, ruthless, day-purging orgasm. His mind already begin to jump forward to the work waiting for
him at home, though a small portion remained behind, reliving the encounter and calculating the odds that he'd see the man again.