Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 5: Hoping/Preparing for the Next Time
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (5/?)
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 5: Hoping/Preparing for the Next Time
Charlie hopes for a repeat performance, while José is busy planning Charlie's downfall.
Word Count: 935
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 5: Hoping/Preparing for the Next Time-
José was astonished when Eppes walked into the NSA office the next day with yet another 'breakthrough'. He reigned in his anger and tried to think logically. Eppes could be working on intelligence that was weeks old. José might have to shut off that pipeline for a while before he would start to see results. He smiled to himself. That he would happily do.
José pretended he was on the phone and just watched Eppes. The man was waving his hands and talking with great excitement, as if he had anything to do with the breakthrough that he was handing José's boss. His boss was eating it up. José had always thought that the senior agent was intelligent and fair, but the way she was dealing with Eppes had changed all that. Not only could she not see through Eppes' act, she was treating him like the goddamned Second Coming.
Eppes turned away from José and José's eyes went to Eppes' ass. That ass had felt so good clenching around José's cock. It began to throb. Then Eppes turned back and he was licking his lips and José's cock throbbed harder. Suddenly, Eppes looked his way and José had to resist the urge to react, to duck behind his computer. He reminded himself that the lighting on this floor made it difficult to see between the offices, even with the doors open.
When Eppes turned back away, José took out his personal cellphone and checked the tracking app. It was strictly against regulations to have that app on his phone, but he knew many agents who did, so they didn't have to carry around their work phone and their personal one. If he was caught with it on his phone, he'd get maybe a slap on the wrist. If he was caught using the tracker on the vehicle of a prized NSA asset, the punishment would be much worse. He shrugged, he was too far down the rabbit hole on this one already, and looked at the app. The tracking data showed that Eppes left the club yesterday and went straight home, then this morning went to CalTech and then here. José frowned. It was possible that Eppes was getting his intelligence passed to him at the university, but José had followed him very carefully for two weeks and unless Eppes was sneakier than even he could imagine, the club had to be the pickup place. Good thing that the club was close to both José's office and his apartment, so he'd be able to get there quickly whenever the tracking app alerted him that Eppes was heading in that direction.
José watched Eppes gesture widely, watched him accept the adoration of José's boss as his due, and knew that Eppes would have to go back to the club very soon. That kind of personality would need a regular fix of adulation, and the only way to get it was more intelligence. And José would be there to stand in the way.
José's cock throbbed pleasantly. Maybe this time he'd fuck Eppes' arrogant mouth again.
Charlie escaped the NSA office with a sense of relief. He was glad that he was nearing the end of his involvement with this office - at least he hoped so. That woman put his teeth on edge. Today she had patted him on the shoulder, like a puppy. She had gushed - gushed - over his equations. Charlie hoped that Don would call him in for some work soon. In the FBI office, he was appreciated but not fawned over. Though the knowing, 'Charlie is so hopeless about people' smiles would be there. He wished he could find a place where his math was understood and respected, but people didn't drool over him or treat him like a math god - but also where his shortcomings as a person weren't so well known and pitied.
Charlie checked his watch. He needed a palate cleanser. He needed his glory hole. But he had a class to teach in just an hour and never knew how long it was going to take at the hole before he got what he needed. Now if he knew that the man from the last two days would be there… Charlie's cock hardened in his pants. This morning he'd felt stiff and sore, but it was a good sore. It reminded him with every move about the mind-blowing sex he'd had the night before. He frowned as he remembered that he had plans with Amita tonight. Usually the regularity and rhythm of his schedule with Amita was soothing, but he really wanted to get back to the club. Charlie rarely went there more than a few times a week, and never three days in a row. But his meeting with the fawning NSA agent had left him needing the clarity that only time on one side of a glory hole had ever been able to give him. And perhaps, though it was low odds, perhaps the same man would be there. He could give Charlie what he needed, with amazing speed and exactitude, then Charlie could meet Amita with a clear mind. If the man wasn't there, which was the strong likelihood, then Charlie would have to go back to his old way of working through many men until he got off. He would be late to see Amita, but she always forgave him his 'absentmindedness'. Sometimes her tolerance made him sick to his stomach.
Charlie nodded to himself. After class, he would head to the club, and hope for the best.